Point of No Return

9pm and I am right where I was 24 hours ago, laying on my parents bed naked as the day I was born. I played with the idea of wearing the lingerie but decided against it as he wouldn't even be able to see it in the dark. Besides, I wanted to recreate the scene from last night as closely as I could. Besides the perfume and the lack of a navel ring I am just how I'd been then. Laying on my side with one leg straight and one bent, the side of my face pressed into the pillow, I was in the perfect position to be spooned from behind.

Unlike last night however there is no way I could drift off to sleep, I am far too excited and horny for that. I lay in the dark in just the same position, snuggled against the pillow and enjoying the feeling of the top quality bedspread against my skin. My eyes are wide open and adjusted to the dim light that managed to filter in through from around the thick curtains, it would not be truly pitch dark for some time yet.

My heart skips a beat as I hear the distinctive growl of the Porsche pull into the driveway. Staying perfectly still my ears strain to listen.

After longer than usual I hear the front door open and close, then the rattle and clink of his keys as they are deposited in the ceramic bowl he kept them and the thump of his shoes hitting the wall as he kicks them off. Then it is quiet. I grip the corner of the pillow and struggle to control my breathing, the moment of truth was fast approaching.

There is a clank of glass on glass followed by more silence. He was in his office at the base of the stairs. After a minute or so there is another clink as decanter met tumbler. This happens again soon after as Daddy takes in another dose of liquid courage. Again a hush falls over the house, unbroken for at least five excruciating minutes.

The next sound I hear is an almost imperceptible creak of a floorboard at the end of the hall. I had left the bedroom door wide open. With the dim twilight still providing a touch of light in the room I knew he could see the contours of my body among the shadows from where he stood. He was looking at me right now...I feel my whole body alight with hot desire.

I close my eyes and just listen.

He stands there a long time. I could just barely make out his deep regular breathing and every so often the creak of him shifting his weight would give him away. Then footsteps, careful quiet footsteps, getting closer. He was at the doorway now. I could sense him there, that feeling you have when you know you're not alone. After another agonizing pause I hear him let out long sigh.

“What the fuck am I doing?” He grumbles to himself under his breath.

He was getting cold feet as he approached the point of no return. Last night had been a genuine mistake, at least on his part. It was something that, in time, could be rationalized and forgiven. What ever he did now he did knowingly. With it being dark, with me wearing Mom's perfume, there might have been a case for plausible deniability but this time we both knew exactly what we were doing. We were on the cusp of committing a sin of the highest order. Everything came down to these next few moments.

There was literally no reason in the world we should go forward with this and there was every reason to stop. But the intoxicating spell of taboo lust had bewitched us. I knew now he wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him.

“Mmmmm.” I hum in a soft high voice as I shift my naked body, acting as though I was in a shallow sleep. I slide my left knee higher and wiggle my booty as I settle in. “Mmmm.”

This sudden motion and the sweet hum of my voice breaks the tense stillness of the room. As I was hoping it spurs my father into action. I hear movement and the sound of cloth moving over skin and hair followed by the noise of his shirt hitting the floor.

My pussy is throbbing and wetter than it had ever been.

He moves swiftly and enters the attached washroom. Without turning on the light I hear him was his hands and face then brush his teeth. After a few deep fortifying breaths he is back in the room. I hear the metal of his belt buckle then the zipper then the whoosh of his trousers hitting the floor. I hear another noise, a noise I can only imagine is his underwear sliding off of him. YES!

The bed shifts as he sits on the side and removes his socks. Sliding back onto the covers he more sits than lays on his side of the bed, the top of his back leaned back against the heavy headboard. He was so close I could smell him, that perfect masculine musk mixed with that distinctive cologne of his. A one of a kind aroma that wove its way back through to my earliest memories and beyond.

I continue to lay still though I was so revved up I feared I might burst out of my skin with horny excitement.

And then...nothing.

I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his eyes on my nude flesh. He moves to touch me, I could feel the heat of his palm within an inch of my shoulder, then he pulls back. He takes a deep breath. He reaches again, this time I feel the tickle as his fingers run over the tips of my long hair. He pulls back again. He swallows hard. A third time he tries, leaning down he hovers over me without actually touching. His warm breath washes over my ear and neck, even through the mint of his toothpaste I could smell Scotch on his breath. I wait to feel his lips against me...but third time he returns to his position leaned back against the headboard. He lets out a huff of frustration.

Gone was the confidence of the night before when he mistook me for his wife. The knowledge that this was his little girl beside him proved a mighty chain to break. I knew he wanted this but understandably he is **** to give in to his forbidden desires. I had no such qualms. This time I would have to show him the way.

“Mmmm.” I purr as I turn over, keeping my voice at a whisper to facilitate the illusion that I was my mother. “You're home.”

“W-What are you doing!?” He gasps, suddenly terrified of my active participation in this. I think he thought I would just lay there quiet and passive as I had last night. I would have been happy to do so too, but tonight my man needed a kick start.

Moving with easy graceful fluidity I bring myself up beside him and give him a peck to his bearded cheek. I don't stop there. Sliding my fingers through the rugged hair of his chest I kneel up to face him. Though the dim light was almost gone I can just see the glimmer of his wide eyes. As if paralyzed he just sits there staring as I straddle his legs and sit down his thick meaty thighs.

Running my fingers playfully up and down his muscular torso I smile. “I've been waiting all day for this.” I then lower my right hand, fingertips stroking his skin all the way down, and take a firm grip of his big fat cock. “And I think you have too.”