Things Have Change From Casual To Awkwardness.

My dad and i use to be very close during the time when i use to live with him and my mother in Chicago. My parents broke up when i turned 16 and me and my mother migrated a year later to an island in the Caribbean where she met a black guy who is now my step dad. I love my dad differently and i always remember the good times we use to have and how much he use to spoil me by getting me anything i asked him for.
I kept in contact with dad almost everyday and when i revisited my home town for the first time in 10 years things got a little different, and when i say different, i meant different. I traveled to Chicago with my BF and his male cousin. We all visited my dad who was very excited to see me. We hugged and cried like 2 babies so my boyfriend and his cousin decided to step outside to give us space to greet each other without eyes watching us.

Dad then sat on a chair in the living room and i immediately sat on his lap as we continued to bask in the moment. Within minutes i started to feel my dad's cock swelling under me. It was quite obvious that he felt very embarrassed but instead of me getting up i started pressing my weight down on him which was now a moment of awkwardness. Silence then hit the air as dad's cock gets harder. I then spin things in another direction as i break the silence when i asked him 3 times in a row "how is things"?. While he answered with his voice cracking i started moving my hips and in doing so my fucking pussy started to get wet. Now the sad part of all this is that i was dressed in a skirt with my panties under it and when i finally got up my juice was all over my father. We talked for another 10 minutes then off we went to the hotel we booked to stay. Me and my father knew exactly what had happened and so i asked my bf to drop me there each day and we repeated the same thing over and over. I even went there a couple of times without underwear and sat on his lap with his hard cock pressing against my pussy.

I remember this one time he had only boxers on and we grind against each other with only the material of his boxers separating his cock from entering me. I never felt so much pleasure without being fucked. I orgasm every time i visited my dad without being fucked, fingered or physically touched.
We never spoke anything concerning the lines we were crossing and we never fuck. We would just grind while talking about random things until my body shook while i orgasm. My dad ejaculated twice which i knew he enjoyed.
Things have really changed.