Hello my incestuous loves and lovers of forbidden fantasies, Aunt Tati is back with another story full of pure morbidness. I hope you enjoy this new adventure, it won't be as long as the Nephew and I'll finish it very soon, I swear! No more introductions, enjoy my words and have yummy fantasies while you read me. The theme of this story is Father-DaughterIn my profile all my posts with images and my story about Nephew. In the first comment I leave the link to my website where they will find new editions of Nephew besides other things. Be patient, it's still under construction. Kisses, Aunt Tati.
CI confess that I have not been good at all. I confess that I did things wrong and I am paying for it.
I confess that I could have avoided many headaches and my life would be more normal.
I confess that I did it out of pure desire. I confess that I let myself get carried away too far. But I also confess that I do not regret it and I know that everything will be fine again someday.
But you will wonder, what was so important that happened? Well, let me tell you...
One winter night the cold was unbearable, even the heating couldn't stand up to the icy air that seeped in through the gaps in the windows and doors. My poor resistance to the cold is due to the city where I live, one of those pleasant places where a warm breeze blows and the sea is nearby. You never have to worry about going out with a sweater, but you also don't spend all day sweating, it's really comfortable.
I live there with M, my mother, and S, her husband. I say her husband because he's not my biological father, although he tries too hard to act like one and I have no problem accepting it. I share my home with them since I was eight years old, when my mom left my biological father and decided to look for a new life.
When she met S and he proposed moving to his house in that city, she didn't hesitate for a second because she was really tired of my father. I didn't understand until now, but when my mom decided to leave, there was no going back.
Since then, I visit my father once or twice a year, just during vacation periods. He lives much farther south, where the climate is more hostile and less bearable for me, a girl who needs warmth.
That night, as I said, we were passing an unbearable cold that sent us to bed not long after 18:00. It was also raining hail with such force that it seemed like it could break my room's windows.
My room was the same one I had when I was eight years old. And I left my father's house. I had some changes, obviously, but essentially, let's say everything was still in its place, from my bed and closet full of clothes to the toys I never took with me, apparently my father wanted to keep everything as it was before.
I slept with a special blanket for cold weather and, obviously, one that fit my size, but even so, I couldn't manage to stay warm. Cold feet, frozen hands, stiff and tense neck, prickly skin, erect nipples... I had all the symptoms of someone dying slowly from cold.
I had had this problem many times before; it wasn't new for me to feel like I was going to freeze in bed, and my father knew it. That's why he would stay with me until I could close my eyes and fall deeply asleep, that and... a small game we used to play to calm my low temperature and fear.
We called it the rocket and it consisted of him hugging me from behind, lying as if we were making the famous spoon position. In that position, he would grab me tightly and start shaking me with his body very forcefully, as if a rocket was about to take off, that's why the name. We repeated it until a certain age, but when I entered puberty, I preferred to avoid it for more than obvious reasons. Those are the years where the body starts to change and a woman like me is ashamed of everything; it was evident that I didn't want to shame myself with my father or have him shame himself, so the famous rocket wasn't anything but something extinct for years.
However, that night I was suffering from cold so much that I started missing the rocket a lot. It would really help me a lot in these moments... I told myself while remembering old times with my father.
He's a good guy who always had bad luck; after my mom left him for another one, he could never find a stable relationship; it was something usual that every time he came to visit me after months, he would be with a different woman or Alone. I couldn't see her twice, nothing lasted for her.
For this occasion I was alone, it was the third time in a row that I had been, which meant more or less a year and a half without relationships or at least without knowing them. Poor thing, I thought, must feel lonely.
I also felt alone in that room, which didn't feel like mine except for brief moments because the girl who loved pink and had a dreamlike room was already a woman. It's strange to feel like someone else when you see everything you've changed, at those moments it was like another person who longed for a distant and hazy past. I wished my father would come in and help me get through the cold, just as on those days.
But as I said, everything had changed and I wasn't a girl anymore, so my dad wouldn't enter that door or play with me again like we used to with rockets, so I thought, since I'm now a woman and can make my own decisions, this time I won't stay waiting like a scared little girl, this time I'll make things happen.
Things really change when you grow up, it's part of becoming someone else and evolving in some way. The me of the present wasn't the same as the past not only because of the ability to make decisions but also because my body wasn't the same either. My legs had lengthened and widened, just like my hips and buttocks. My body got firmer and more slender, my breasts grew, my nipples enlarged, my vagina bloomed and now there were nights where humidity took over it, sometimes it would drip too, forcing me to solve it with my fingers or the partners I'd had until then.
Living away from Dad gave me a certain freedom when it came to meeting guys, never lacking in suitors or less partners. I liked sex, I enjoyed it in all its forms: I loved being penetrated, being sucked, being bitten, being submissive... having sex was an essential requirement for feeling connected with my body. They will enjoy it. That was one of the reasons why I got upset with Dad, sure his sexual life must be so sad that everything else is hard for him.
However, that wasn't one of those nights where my vagina asked for attention, I appreciated it because my boyfriend was kilometers away and I didn't have many chances to play with my hands either.
Taking a big push to get out of bed despite the cold climate, I decided to leave there in search of the only thing that could really help me: Dad's rocket.
Of course, I thought about whether it would be uncomfortable, since as I said already my body was developed and could be considered sexy, with big ass and tits, something that a man would drool over. However, it was about my father, who despite being a solitary and surely needy man, wasn't someone I should worry about, adding that the mameluke didn't let any shape draw itself on my body, which was more in my favor.
I quickly crossed the hallway and stood up right in front of his door for a few seconds, then turned the lock, opened the door, and there he was, E, my father, sleeping peacefully under the blankets.
I closed the door behind me with great care not to make too much noise, then slowly walked to his bed and got into it as quietly as possible without waking up my father. It took a bit of effort to get in and lie under his two thick blankets, but I had managed, I was lying just behind him, although I didn't want to disturb him, my intention was for him to wake up, so I passed my arm over him and hugged him with force, pressing my whole body against his back until he opened his eyes.
- But what are you doing here?
-I'm very cold, I need your help.
-How can you help me?
-Do you remember the rocket? Under his blankets and although it was dark I could feel his deep gaze. After the silence he opened his mouth and from there came out a 'Do you want to play with the rocket again?' -Yes, I need it. -Why? -I'm freezing, pa. Seriously, I need it. -It's been years since we last did it, I had already forgotten. -I know, but it's because of the cold, it made me remember when I was a girl and you used to help me fall asleep. -Mmm... I think I don't remember how it was. -How could you not remember? It was like that.
I turned over, leaving him behind, then took his arms and pushed him towards me. I could feel his body wrapping around mine for the first time in a long time. My father had always been a chubby and hairy man, on his chest lay a thick layer of hair that simulated a mattress, I liked to rest my head on his chest when I was younger, it felt like it partly comforted me.
At that moment, I could feel his bare torso, I knew he wasn't wearing a shirt, probably just in his boxers, as he usually slept alone whenever he did. I thought I didn't notice but some nights I saw him crossing the hallway to get water from the kitchen, he would run back to his room when he saw me awake, trying to hide it, but it was inevitable to see him like that, with his hairy body and the bulge forming in his underwear.
Lying on this bed, I couldn't feel anything but his chest, it seemed like he wasn't fully embracing my body, as if something was holding him back. Anyway, nothing more needed his arms for me to move just like I used to do back then.
-What are you waiting for? -Do you really want it? -Start already!
Then he hugged me with all his might, I could feel the pressure of those thick and hairy arms on my body, barely encircling my arms as he held mine in front of my chest, applying only side pressure. Suddenly a timid force tried to move me without any success, just making me stumble a little.
-It shows. You've grown quite a bit... -Is that it? Or are you already old... hahahaha. -Old? I'm barely in the prime of my youth. -Hahahaha, then show me. Without letting go, he used his arms again to exert force on me, but this time to pull me back and put me fully against his body. He was totally glued to me from behind, just like before, when I would shiver with the fun game in the spoon position. -Now it's okay, I need to hold you tight, get ready... Before I could say a word, I felt his arms squeezing my body along with his bare torso and legs against mine, followed by a jolt that made me tremble from side to side and up and down, along with his playful words, just like it used to happen before... -The rocket is going to launch, get ready or you'll fall. I was seized by a fit of laughter that recreated the scene I longed to relive, no longer a girl but still enjoying this game, his arms still strong, the rubbing of his pubes on my neck and his thick legs trying to contain the force of mine. I naturally tried to wriggle free from him without success, despite being bigger, I couldn't match his vigor. I'm not sure how much time passed, but it had been a while since we started shaking when I noticed something unexpected was happening. At times I'd try to break free from him, especially on his hip, I thought it was about finding a better position to continue shaking my body until I discovered the real reason. In one of the many rubs our bodies made, I could feel something quite unusual on one of my buttocks, as if his leg had developed another muscle, much more solid and prominent that sometimes rubbed against me. Embargo no passed too long for me to realize that now his hands were not together on my chest, but on my breasts, moving them without any control, since I didn't have a bra, and managing to squeeze them every now and then. Was my father touching my breasts intentionally and putting his erect penis on my buttocks in the middle of the game? The truth was that I couldn't stop anything from happening because my father seemed hypnotized, I couldn't know if what was really happening or just another consequence of that game. I knew that at some point our bodies would touch due to the brusque movements, but never thought it would bring a consequence. But my father didn't stop and every time it got harder not to feel him pulling away so I wouldn't feel his erection, but at the same time he was squeezing and rubbing my breasts with his hands. -For a moment. My words were in vain since that man didn't want to stop and took my warning as a game where he had to be more insistent. -Really, let's take a moment, pa. -Do you give up so easily? And continued shaking me, now with more force but I was already very uncomfortable with the situation then I didn't have any other way to get out of it except using the force of my hip and legs. I threw all my torso forward and my butt backward, thus managing to free myself from his arms, at a cost of discovering now without any doubt, when I put all my buttocks on his groin to pull him back, that my dad was having a great erection. His penis remained for a few moments in the middle of my butt, rested on the middle of my buttocks and adjusted perfectly to the size between them. It was as if he had fitted it to make me feel all its length and thickness, of course, almost filling my entire butt, I could also feel the tip just where the back starts. Staying glued, I wiggled my hip a couple of times to make him retreat more but in it the erect penis of my father ended up rubbing against my buttocks full on. It was impossible for me not to have noticed and he was aware of that, so when I managed to push him away, he immediately turned his back to me.
My father fell silent, so did I. Both of us knew what had just happened right there in bed, maybe it doesn't seem like much, but feeling your father rub his erect penis all over your ass is a lot, too much, believe me. I supposed he would be upset, wouldn't know how to look at me after that and wasn't for less, I felt confused, angry, used, among many other adjectives I'd rather spare.
He continued in fetal position, giving me his back, with his hands around his penis, as if despite being covered by me, he was also trying to stop it with his hands. I sat on the bed and waited for him to do something, but nothing happened, a few minutes passed and he barely moved, then I decided to take action.
What was that?
What are you referring to?
It's not anything, go to sleep.
How can it be nothing... something was there.
Leave me alone...
Did I feel what I think I did?
Leave me...!
Tell me!
I grabbed Dad's arm with a strong tug and turned him back towards me, the poor guy let himself be guided like a lifeless puppet and fell face down. He had his hands covering his groin, making a big effort for me not to notice the piece of flesh trying to escape. Anyway, above his hands I could make out its shape...
For a few moments, when I had him facing me, I stayed mesmerized looking at Dad's crotch, something that had never happened to me before. I don't know if it was due to the effort to ensure he'd just had an erection with my butt or simply morbid curiosity about seeing my father's erect penis, but something stopped me, as if they had paused a movie and left me time to detail everything more calmly. Between his hands you could see the trunk of flesh that was about to burst. -Do you have an erection?Continues...
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