Dad And Me.

This is a somewhat sad confession about a family in crisis and how we overcame tragic times. When I was 15, my little brother Robert was killed in an auto accident at the age of 13. He and some kids were running across traffic one evening when leaving the mall and he was struck and killed by a hit and run driver.

After that our family just fell apart, Mom suffered depression and became a hopeless alcoholic and couldn't work or wouldn't work.

The more Mom would drink, the nastier she got toward both Dad and me and they fought all the time. Dad wound up most nights sleeping on the sofa as we all sunk into a miserable home life.

One night after I turned 16, they had a real war that went on and off for about two hours until Mom just passed out in the floor and I had to put her into bed. Dad had taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa and I went in and sat with him. He was sitting there in his boxers just staring at the floor.

Dad quietly told me he was going to divorce Mom as soon as I graduated . He sadly went on to say that he and Mom had not lived as man and wife for over a year now. I was the only reason they were still together. He told me that at 16, I had grown into a beautiful young woman and he wanted the best for me.

My heart was breaking for my Dad and I climbed over on his lap and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight, burying my head in his neck. I whispered that at least we had each other. As I shifted my weight I could feel his cock starting to swell under my butt. I was shocked at first, but I thought about how much he loved me and how much I wanted him to be happy. And now that I knew he wasn't having sex with my Mom, I decided that it would really just be the two of us from now on.

I then laid my head down on his stomach and slipped my hands down and felt his cock thru his boxers. She jumped like he had been shot asked me what the heck was I doing. I looked up and gave him my best bedroom eyes and said "From now on, it's just you and I Dad".

I then pulled out his hard cock and it was beautiful. I stroked it a few times admiring his size and thickness. Dad was breathing harder and not saying a word. I went down on his hard cock, and it filled my mouth as he shook. I bobbed my head up and down trying not to gag. In almost no time at all he was thrusting his hips forward and came in my mouth. It was all I could do to swallow it without choking.

He tried to speak but I put my finger to his lips and whispered "Shhh" I pulled my shirt over my head, At 16 I had nice boobs, a heavy 36C cup. I straddled him and pushed my boobs in his face and whispered, " Do you want to fuck me , I really want you to fuck me"? I switched off the light and we stripped down. My Dad fucked me long and slow that night. He made me orgasm twice.

We began to have sex regularly and within about six months he got an apartment and we lived together until I went off to college. Mom wound up in some psych hospital. Being a mature and horny older guy, Dad showed me all kinds of new tricks, after a lot of patience on his part, I was able to get into anal !

There was nothing that we wouldn't do for each other. I think I might have saved him from going nuts.. He died last year just before Christmas...