Family Ties/Call your daddy.
After putting on your strip show for the horny little sweetie pie next door you are incredibly turned on and horny beyond reason. With out even thinking about it you find your self dialing the phone despite the late hour. Once the line begins to ring you slip out your bedroom door and glance down stairs to see your rather worthless husband sawing logs on the couch. Looks like your are going to be left to your own devices on quieting the fire burning between your legs. You make it back to your room and manage to close the door before the person on the other end of the phone finally picks up.
Hello?
"Hi daddy..." You say in tone marking your mood somewhere between relived and pleased, doing everything you can to conceal how horny you are and just hard your nipples are.
Baby, it's kinda late... everything OK? He ask in his even loving and concerned tone that has always turned your hear to putty.
"Oh yeah.., I was just packing for our vacation and wanted to call you before we headed out." Just hearing his voice is enough to make your pulse quicken a little, translating to slightly huskier tone.
Alright sweetheart. How's Steven and the kids? A matter of formality as far as your concerned.
"Kids are great. "Jessie and Timmy are up for their brown belts in two weeks, Heather has her yearly cheer competition next month and we have a meeting with Jakey's principle next week about him skipping a grade." The pride in your kids evident in your tone despite being so turned on.
Kid's always been years ahead of his class.., he could probably skip straight to high school and be completely fine. Timmy is just as smart, but I think he likes just breezing through with out even trying. Your father notes.
"They're both to damn smart for my own good.." You confirm with a chuckle. "..And Steven.., is well, Steven. He's asleep on the couch not watching the last game while I get things finished up. How's momma?"
She had one of her migraines so she took something and headed to bed. I was just sitting here buried in a book. This time of year is so hard on her..., the anniversary of your little brother's death..., they were so close. The pain is more then evident in his voice, you feel it too at the mention of your little brother Jason, who died at the age of 8 from brain cancer.
"I know daddy..., I miss him too. I can't look at Timmy with out thinking about Jason. How adorable and loving and affectionate he was. He was so sweet." You say comfortingly. You had long suspected that your mom looked at Jason the same way you sometimes look at Timmy, like more than a son, like a wishful lover. This was reinforced by something that happened the only time you were left to watch him over night.The two of you slept together in your parents room and sometime during the night he maneuvered your nightie up above your tits and was laying on top of you, humping you in his sleep..., calling you mommy. It's more than conceivable that you inherited your love of young cock from your mother.
Seemingly out of no where your dad lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, breaking the silence. "You could have done so much better then Steven baby Stacy..."
The sound of your father's voice reciting your child hood nick name sends along with the thoughts of Jason that night in your parents bed sends a wave heat through your body. You softly lay across the bed, grabbing a nipple and start toying with it through your flimsy nightie. "I know daddy..." You sigh. "I could let you go if you wanted to get back to your book." That was the last thing you wanted right now.
Nah.., that's OK baby, He quickly passes on your suggestion. I would rather chat with you then read a book I could pick up any time. I hate that you live over an hour away, I don't get to see ya near as much as I would like. Now that's exactly what you wanted to hear and you can't stop the low moan that escapes your lips. Something on your mind baby?
You could warm him up a bit first and bring up:
- The first time you made love. (Age 12 alone with him at the house wearing a bikini)
- In your room, nursing Heather, pregnant with Jacob.(Age 18 laying on your bed nursing 18 mouth old Heather and 5 months pregnant wearing an open robe and pink silk panties)
- The bridal room the day of your wedding.(Age 21 Wearing your backless wedding dress with a plunging neck line exposing a large amount of cleavage with no under garments with the exception of stockings. 4 months pregnant with the twins.)
Or you could get straight to it and start phone fucking your daddy: