CHRISTMAS BREAK

Hi, my name is Sandra and this is a story about last 
Christmas break. I was home from college for the week 
between Christmas and New Years. It was just dad and 
me that year because both of my sisters were away, 
Kari was in Europe with her husband and two year old 
daughter and Charmie was in Colorado on a skiing trip 
with her boyfriend and his parents.

It was kind of cool having dad all to myself. Since 
mom died, dad has been sort of withdrawn and being 
just the two of us my mission was to draw him out a 
bit. So far we'd only had superficial talks but I 
planned to have some quality time with him before I 
returned to school.

What I hadn't planed on was what happened on 
Christmas Eve Night.

The weather was cold and snowy and we were home 
sitting in front of the log fire after I had made a 
traditional holiday dinner, you know, the turkey 
thing and all the fixings. We were both a bit 
lethargic from all that L-Tryptophan and just sat 
companionably gazing into the fire.

For some reason my mind wandered back to my high 
school days, maybe it was just being home, but 
thoughts popped into my head of growing up and of our 
family. Being the youngest daughter I had always been 
the "daddy's girl" in the family.

I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did, 
because (I know this will sound strange)  I had 
reoccurring thoughts about what it would be like to 
make love to him. I think most daughters have those 
kind of  thoughts growing up, at least once or twice. 
But for me it was a reoccurring image in my mind, I 
would imagine how it would be and how he would look, 
coming to me and how he would gently take me in his 
arms, and you know, all the things that happen in a 
situation like that.

It's not that I ever seriously thought about acting 
on those fantasies, it was just that my dad is a  
sexy man. Even at 57 he's still trim and good 
looking. And I guess I've always been in love with 
him more than most daughters.

I'd had sex enough time to know what it was all 
about. And many of those times while the guy was 
making love to me I'd imagine it was my dad. I turned 
20 last year and most of the guys I knew around my 
age were so self-centered and in my experience that 
usually equated into "selfish" in bed too. So that 
made me think about my hero dad even more, and made 
me wonder how dad was with mom and whether they had 
had a good sex life. I had to hope that there was 
something better out there than I'd had to date.

I know that dad hadn't dated much since mom died and 
that he seemed lonely in a private sort of way. And 
while sitting there on Christmas Eve, looking into 
the fire, it occurred to me that my father had 
probably been celibate for more than 5 years by then. 
I couldn't imagine being celibate for five weeks, 
much less five years.

I glanced at dad sideways, wondering if he 
masturbated and how often he did it. Surely he must 
do it, everyone did, even when having regular sex. 
The thought of dad lying on his bed masturbating, his 
hand gripping his dick and groaning and cumming made 
me squirm in my chair. That was a weird feeling being 
turned on by the thought of your parent jacking off.

With those strange thoughts running through my head, 
we finally went to bed. 

I tossed and turned late into the night with images 
of my father making love to my mother, and then with 
Kari and Charmie and finally my perverted little mind 
had me being plowed against the bed sheets as my dad 
thrust into me grunting softly with the effort to 
find his pleasure.

I finally drifted off still dreaming that dad was 
doing me and moaning my name softly as he came in me, 
"Sandra honey. Oh Sandra my love..." over and over 
again as we clutched each other desperately 
seeking... something.

*

Then it was morning. My eyes opened and I felt 
slightly beat up. I hadn't slept well and all that 
dreaming about sex had added to my discomfort. I 
tried to shake myself out of my mood and got up to 
take a shower. I was going to make dad a good hearty 
breakfast.

As I sleepily trudged down the hall to the bathroom I 
heard Christmas music playing on the radio in the 
kitchen. So dad was already up. I could smell the 
coffee, and I realized that I better hurry up or dad 
would be starving by the time I got into the kitchen.

As I turned the knob and swung the bathroom door open 
I realized in that instant that Dad wasn't in the 
kitchen, but in the bathroom, standing in front of 
me, totally naked! He had been standing in front of 
the mirror masturbating to his image.

Oh my god! How embarrassing. Blood drained from my 
face and I momentarily felt like I was going to 
faint. I don't think there's anything worse than 
actually stumbling on to a parent jacking off. Who 
would have ever thought it possible?

Dad realized at the same moment that I did what had 
just happened. His face turned bright pink and he 
ducked and covered himself helplessly with his hands. 
I did an about face and hurried back to my room and 
sat down on my bed in total shock 

What had I done? My big plan to make dad feel good 
again was in ruins I'd embarrassed him irretrievably. 
I couldn't believe I'd done it. I wanted to cry. But 
image of my father leaning over the sink looking at 
himself while masturbating himself was firmly and 
permanently fixed in my mind. The vision of his hand 
stroking his long stiff rod and his muscles flexing 
as he tensed his body in obvious pleasure, these were 
all things I would never forget.

Then I remembered the expression on his face when he 
realized his daughter had caught him at it, that 
brought me back to earth with a crash. What should I 
do now? Should I pretend that it didn't happen, try 
to act normally? Even as I considered this, I knew 
that it wouldn't work, it would only force a wedge 
between us.

Then I looked up at a hesitant knock on my door. 
Dad's face came into view. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I 
shouldn't have been doing that, it's just... I feel 
so foolish, I'm too old to be…" his voice trailed off 
into silence.

I looked into his blue eyes and saw the worry and 
embarrassment in them and I felt miserable. I needed 
to remove that expression from my lovely father's 
face, and for some reason I couldn't quite fathom, I 
wanted to prove to him that he wasn't too old or 
foolish.

My only excuse for what I did next might be because 
of all the fantasizing about dad I'd been doing the 
night before, and then to see the real thing. I stood 
up and went to the door and took dad's hand in mine 
and brought him into the room with me. He was in his 
terry bathrobe.

Dad started to mumble his apologies again, but I 
would have none of it. I stopped him by placing a 
finger on his lips and saying, "Daddy, I love you. 
You don't need to apologize for something so natural. 
I do it all the time, so why do you think I wouldn't 
understand that you need to do it too?"

Dad looked into my eyes, the worry still etched on 
his face and said, "Sweetie, it's just having you 
home, and, well... you're a beautiful young woman now 
and... It's been so long since.... I should have 
controlled my urges better than that... I'm so sorry 
honey."

I stood there, still holding dad's hands, only now I 
was totally numb. What had he said? Had he said that 
he was turned on by me, his own daughter? Then I 
thought back to the night before and realized that it 
was the same thing for me, I had fantasized all night 
long about dad doing me, so how could I be upset if 
he did the same thing about me.

This was all so strange, so very strange. But without 
really thinking about it I pulled dad's lips to mine 
and kissed him. "It's okay dad," I said after a long 
moment. "I love you and I've fantasized about you 
too."

I didn't want him to protest his innocents, to be 
forced into lying to me, so I pulled him down to sit 
beside me on the bed and kissed him again, this time 
slipping a hand into his robe. He jumped and made to 
get up, but I held his lips to mine with my other 
hand behind his head and continued to kiss him like I 
would a lover, opened mouthed.

Dad tried to pull away again, but then my hand in his 
robe found his manhood and I began to gently massage 
it, pulling and pushing gently as I gave him more 
tongue. Then he wasn't fighting me any longer and I 
was getting tongue back.

Then before he regrouped, I was pushing him back onto 
the rumpled sheets of my bed and pulling his robe 
open. I didn't stop to think about it, I just took 
him in my mouth and began to blow him, bobbing my 
head over his stiff member, pushing my lips up and 
down his shaft and tonguing him like I'd done for my 
boyfriends loads of times.

Then when he was throbbing and hard, I was climbing 
out of my pajamas and up dad's body, kneeling on 
either side of his hips. He was looking up at me and 
I was looking down at his stiff prick wondering 
vaguely how this had all come about, but he looked 
like a man to me, so I moved up and positioned him at 
my entrance and sank down on him.

"Ohhhh god! Sandra!" was all he said. Then there was 
a hip jerk and then another and soon he was fucking 
up at me with a passion. Then we were rolling on the 
bed sheets and he was on top of me humping away with 
abandon, like a prisoner just freed after years of 
being locked away.

I remember my dad's body on top of mine and his stiff 
throbbing tool thrusting in and out of me. His breath 
was whispering against my neck and his maleness was 
all around me and I thrilled at the sensation. I was 
living my fantasy from the night before, my dad was 
making love to me.

I gasped as his body tensed above me and he shoved in 
deep and held himself there, then he bucked once and 
held himself against me again, then his hips jerked 
again, and then again and I knew he was filling me 
with his cum. It was really happening. Stars went off 
in my head and my own powerful orgasm smashed through 
my body.

I think I screamed out my joy to the heavens, I know 
that we ended up on the floor, lying side by side 
giggling like idiots and panting for breath. I felt 
so truly fucked, my body glowed with contentment and 
I felt like purring with happiness.

"Oh dad, you were so wonderful! No one has ever made 
me feel like that before."

Dad just hugged me fiercely to his body and whispered 
in my ear, "You're my "daddy's girl" Sandra, you 
always will be. I love you best."

I knew that, I always had.