Finding Out Who He Is.

I'm not sure why, but I've always enjoyed having sex with older men, rather than men of my own age.
Out of the eleven men I've had sex with, nine of them have been in their forties or above. With one guy who was in his early sixties.

In August last year I met a really handsome man, who I just clicked with straight away. After a couple of dates with the fifty one year old, we went back to his new home and had the most amazing sex.
It was if we'd been lovers for years, and I even allowed him to fuck me anally.

I stayed the night and spent an absolute age having oral sex both ways, but mainly with him licking and tonguing my pussy and arse, before he fucked me in many different positions, both vaginally and anally.

Waking up with him kissing my pussy, we had sex again, only he had me ride him as he played with my small breasts. Even when he came deep inside my pussy, he had me raise up and literally sit on his face as he took me to one orgasm after another.

Every other weekend after that we'd arrange to meet up in town for a meal and a few drinks, before going back to his place for sex.
Then one weekend (Start of November) I'd arranged to go shopping with my mum.
Out in the town centre I spotted him and told my mum that the guy by the statue was the man I'd been seeing.

My mother froze, then abruptly turned around and walked away quickly. I didn't know what was happening until I caught up with her. And that's when my mum said "He's your dad".

My parents split up when I was only eight months old. And my father had apparently gone back to his homeland to live in South Africa.
From what my mother has subsequently told me, she'd only seen him once more, and that was at the funeral of his mother who was from the UK.

There was a lot of talking as we walked back to my car, and my mother insisted I stopped seeing him. Which I guaranteed her I would.
Only I didn't.

It was genuinely in my mind to tell him everything, but when we next arranged to meet, he was immediately amorous. We ended up having wonderful sex in his car, even though I knew he was my father. In fact being honest, it was the horniest sex I've ever had.
And I just didn't get round to telling him. Nor did I the next few times we had sex at his place. And each time I wanted and needed him to fuck me.

He went back over to South Africa for Christmas and New year, but came back a fortnight ago.
All throughout the festive period I thought about what I'd done and decided when I saw him next I'd tell him. And that's what I did during a meal we had in a restaurant.
I even showed him a picture of my mother not long after she'd had me. And one from last year.

We both agreed our sex should end, but that we could and should build our relationship as father and daughter.
My mother knows we're keeping in touch, but she doesn't want anything to do with my dad.
What she doesn't know, is I crave sex with him all the time, even though I now know he's my father. And only a few days ago he told me he missed us being intimate.

We've both resisted the temptation of sex together, but I feel it's only a matter of time until I feel his beautiful cock deep inside me again.