Bed time

“I might head to bed.” I said, thinking it would be a good opportunity for me to get comfortable before dad finished his scotch.

He nodded as I stood up on slightly unsteady legs, “Sleep well.” He said. As I walked towards the door I noticed his cock stirring, it made my heart race as I realised it was stirring over me.

Quickly I headed to the spare bedroom, holding my shirt closed in case Mom was in the hallway for some reason. Once inside however I was a little less worried and took my time getting ready for bed, I took my top off and put my phone on the nightstand, I saw I had some messages from Mark but thought I would answer them in the morning.

I then unzipped my jeans and started to take them off when I heard my father step into the doorway behind me. I froze, my jeans were down over my arse and I wasn’t wearing any panties, my arse, and maybe cunt, were on display in the dark for my father. Slowly I turned as I finished dropping my jeans, “Dad.” I said sheepishly glad the lights weren’t on and at the same time cursing not turning them on.

“I came in to give you a hug.” He said simply, still standing there with his whiskey in hand.

I took a breath and stepped forward, wrapping my arms around my father while I was completely naked. His hard cock, which I could not see in the darkness, poked into my abdomen and I could feel it’s warmth through his robe and boxers, “Goodnight Daddy.” I said sweetly.

I then turned around and pulled the blankets aside, all the while my father watched me, “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He said as I crawled into bed.

No sooner had he left the doorway then my hand was at my cunt, I rubbed my clit with one hand while pulling on my piercings with the other trying not to moan to loudly. My fingers did little to alleviate my horny-ness though and so when I did fall asleep I dreamt of my father walking in on my stripping and stepping up behind me to fuck my sopping cunt with his huge cock.

The next morning I woke up to hear thumping coming from my parents room. I smiled and thought o myself, that my flirting was providing them with an improvement to their sex-life. I realised over the next few weeks that that was how I justified seducing my father into an affair.