Last weekend, I had a volleyball practice and came home still in my uniform. As I walked into the kitchen, my dad was there and immediately noticed my outfit. “I love that short,” he said, his eyes lingering a bit too long. “It’s my favorite. It makes my ass look so good,” I added, because my dad and I have always been close and have no shame in talking about sex.
For some reason, I found myself asking, “Do you want to dry hump me?” before I even realized what I was saying. My dad’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He pulled me close, and I started grinding against him, shaking my ass to feel his excitement.
My dad’s breath quickened, and I could feel his arousal growing. I continued to move, enjoying the sensation of control and the naughty thrill of it all. Suddenly, my dad let out a low groan, and I felt a warm, wet sensation on my short, he came on it.
Just as the realization hit me, I heard my mom’s footsteps approaching. I quickly pulled away, trying to act natural as she entered the kitchen. She gave us both a curious look but didn’t say anything. I excused myself, rushing to my room to change, my heart pounding. That was a weekend I wouldn’t forget.
