youâve been begging him to teach you to drive for a while, and your dad finally caved and drove until there was a decent field to practice in. itâs hard, especially in his old pickup, and dad has to help you with the gears more than once, but you finally get the hang of it after a few hours. by then youâre both hot and tired, so you sprawl out in the bed of the truck. dad is sitting w his back to the cab, telling some story from work, and youâre next to him. you can her him talking, but youâre really only paying attention to the way heâs got his legs spread, showing off his bulge. it looks so nice and thick through the denim of his jeans that you canât help thinking how it would feel in your mouth
âwhatcha lookin at, bub?â dad isnât talking about whatever it was anymore, heâs noticed your staring and is leaning forward to look at you, hands braced on thick thighs
âyeah sure kid, whatever you sayâ
âseriously iâm fine! you were talking about uh,,â you trail off and dad just laughs at you, he knew you werenât listening at all.
âso you werenât just drooling thinking about whatâs in your dadâs pants?â you gasp and sputter and deny ever looking at him but you canât quite bring yourself to get up.
âbaby, honey, you arenât exactly subtle. youâve been staring at me since you were a kid, i was waiting for you to grow out of it. but you didnât and by then i was just waiting for you to be old enough i could do thisâ and then heâs grabbing you around the waist and hauling you into his lap.
you gasp and squirm around a little, trying to hover on your knees so youâre not right on top of your dad. heâs got a grip on your hips though so he just pulls you forward, and you land practically plastered to his chest
âd-dad? iâm sorry i know i shouldnât have been lookingââ
âam i not being clear kiddo? i want you too, itâs okay, just let daddy take care of youâ heâs grinding you on his lap, moving your hips back and forth like a toy, and you can feel his cock getting hard against your thigh. you might be breathing heavily, you might be making completely embarrassing noises, you might have stopped breathing completely because. thatâs your dadâs hand in your pants. earthy oil smell and rough-worn fingers warm from grabbing at you. heâs just slipped his fingers in the waistband of your jeans to cup your cunt with his hand but itâs the best thing youâve ever felt.
âplease touch me. please dad please feels so goodâ
âdad! please dad touch me i need itâ
âi donât know, ask daddy nicely and maybe iâll reconsiderâ daddy? fuck, you havenât called him that since you were a kid. since you realized you wanted a little more than sleepy cuddles in the morning sometimes. that canât be his point right? you canât really think with the palm grinding slow circles on your clit.
âdaddy! please fuck me daddyâ
âfuck you? bub, who said anything about fucking you? daddyâs just gonna rub your pretty pussy until you cum. i donât think itâll be long do you baby?â probably not. not if he keeps that rhythm that has his arm muscles flexing so nice and thick as he grinds forward. you think vaguely that he should fuck you, you want it and heâs obviously hard, youâve been grinding on it for five minutes. daddy will feel better if he fucks you, and you tell him as much. he just groans and the next pass over your clit is rougher than the others
dadâs hand is so big, just his palm probably covers your whole cunt. just thinking about it has you close but what really does it in thinking about how big his cock would be laid against your stomach. if what youâre feeling in his pants is accurate, it would just about touch your belly button. you cum thinking about your dad splitting you open on his cock while he rubs you through it. when you canât take it anymore you groan and push at his hand and he takes the hint, pulls his hand free from your pants and shifts you closer. you think itâs just to cuddle until you hear his belt buckle and zipper being pulled down. next thing you know the slick sounds of your dad fisting his cock with he hand that just got you off is all you can hear. fuck, heâs practically jerking off against your back, with you sat on his lap like this. it makes you think about him making you call him daddy, jerking off with his kid on his lap.
before that train of thought leads to anything dad is cumming, groaning into your hair, holding you close with he hand not around his cock. dad zips himself up and spends a few minutes petting your hair before he says itâs time to get up
âcanât have your mom wondering where we were, i told her i was taking you driving not campingâ he ruffles your hair as you get into the cab beside him. he looks at you and smiles a little âmaybe we can do that next time, if youâre goodâ
