Family Flirt

My microphone was on, so I spoke aloud, "Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear," I read on my screen moments later.

"Dad, where's your webcam?" I asked.

"No can do. Too hard to explain to your mom what a 50 year old man would need with a cam," he typed. I knew he was correct of course, but that didn't stem my displeasure which I'm sure must have shown on my face. "Are you upset with me?" he asked, and I lied with a casual shake of the head.

Waiting to read my dad's words was frustrating, when I spied my cell phone on the desk and had an idea. "I want to hear your voice. Could you call me on my cell phone?"

Seconds later my cell rang to life and I grabbed it with relish. I clicked the speaker phone button so I could put it down and give him my complete attention. "You look beautiful," were the first words I heard, and all my disappointment instantly faded away.

"Thanks, Daddy," I answered and felt my cheeks go warm, before adding, "Wish I could see you too."

Dad ignored my comment and said, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

I could feel my face grow redder and replied, "Glad I'm not the only one."

I knew we didn't have much time before Mom would be home, and he must have been thinking the same thing as he asked, "I'd love to see more of what you're wearing, sweetie. Could you stand up and model for me?"

"Of course," I said, and stood with a grin. I slowly spun around to give him a good look, before turning to face the camera again.

"God, you've got great legs, baby," I heard through the speaker.

"Really? I thought you were a booby man!"

"I am, but your legs are perfect," he said softly.

I grabbed the cam and panned it up and down my legs, wanting him to get a better look. I then grasped the hem of my skirt and lifted it a bit higher, wanting to tease him. "You like, Pops?" I asked.

"More like love, Brooke," he answered.

I glanced down and saw my nipples were hard and poking through my thin bra and sheer top. My body was simply on fire and I was ready to do whatever my dad wanted, and I didn't have to wait long to find out his desires.

""Can you do something for me, baby?"

"Of course," I replied breathlessly.

"Take off your shirt and skirt for me. I need to see your beautiful body."

I felt goose bumps rise across my skin, as I reached for the buttons on my blouse. I stared into the camera as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. Dad didn't say a word as I then turned and lowered the zipper on my skirt. I eased it to the floor, giving dad a great view of my backside, then turned forward once more. I was left in my skimpy pink underclothes, just a few scraps of fabric away from being completely naked before his eyes for the first time since I was a child.

"You're stunning, baby, absolutely stunning," he said and I knew from his voice that he meant it.

"Thanks, Daddy," I whispered.

He then said, "Would you take off your bra for me too?"

I flashed my best smile and responded, "Only if you take your pants off for me."

He didn't say a word, but I heard a rustling from the other side of the phone. After a few more seconds of silence, he simply said, "Done."

A shiver ran down my spine as I pictured my dad's cock, hard as it had been when I had it in my mouth. My hands went to the clip on my top as I slowly peeled it open, displaying my breasts for the camera. I tossed the bra aside, and then cupped my breasts. "Like my boobies, Daddy?" I teased.

"Love them, sweetie," he replied as I began to roll my hard nipples between my fingers.

I had to know if he was even remotely as hot as I was. "Is your cock hard?" I asked boldly.

"As a rock," he answered.

I so wanted to see and touch it, but had to make do with my current reality. I couldn't help it as a hand ran down my tummy until I touched my mound through the silky panties. My fingers traced up and down my sex, wanting to put on a good show.

"Are you wet, baby?" he asked.

My sex was soaked, so I told the truth. "Very."

"Show me," he commanded, so I set out to do just that.

I pushed my panties down my legs, and then kicked them away before sitting back down in the chair. I quickly adjusted the camera before leaning back into the chair and spreading my legs as wide as I could. The fingers of both hands went to my pussy and I began to stroke myself once more. "Can you see, Daddy? I'm all wet for you," I whimpered.

"You're amazing, princess," he replied, and I thought I could hear a soft slapping sound in the background.

I knew he must have been jerking off, which thrilled me, knowing he liked what he saw. I couldn't believe than I felt an orgasm coming on with so little physical stimulation, but the situation was completely overwhelming. "I'm going to cum soon," I gasped as I pressed two fingers inside myself.

"Me too," Dad barked.

His admission made me fuck myself even faster than before. My hand was a blur as I drove it in and out of my soaking sex. I began grunting as I came with a gasp all over my probing digits.

It took me a long while to come down from my high, and I realized my body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I was slouched in the chair with my back sticking wetly to the rough fabric. I gazed meekly into the camera lens, and asked, "Did you cum, Dad?"

"Oh God, yes," he responded, which pleased me immensely. After a long silence, he added, "When you cum, you're even more gorgeous than usual."

I felt myself going red in the face realizing Dad had once again witnessed my orgasm. I simply responded, "Thank you."

We made small talk for a few minutes, me still completely naked but somewhat more composed. Dad finally said we should go as Mom would be home soon, so we reluctantly said goodbye. I was still hot and unwilling to move, began rubbing my pussy once more. I couldn't help but think of my dad's cock shooting while watching me, and I came just moments later.

Over the next few days, Dad and I chatted on the phone a couple of times and exchanged e-mails, but we refrained from anything overtly sexual. Of course we flirted, but were careful to leave things at simple teasing. On Monday Dad sent me a message that he wanted to see me, and soon. I wondered if he was up to something, which intrigued me greatly. Would he get us a hotel for an afternoon or find an excuse to stop by my home after work one evening?

I was surprised when my mom called the next day to invite me to dinner on Wednesday evening. She said my dad was concerned that I was putting in too many hours at both work and home, and they both wanted to ensure I had one stress-free evening. A strange thrill passed over me as I contemplated what he had in mind, which did cause me a bit of stress.

Later that evening I received a call from my dad. We chatted briefly before he asked if I could do him a favor. He wanted me to wear my pink undies to our dinner, the ones that I wore when we were online together. He added one more thing, "I want you to excuse yourself for a bathroom break while you're here. I then want you to rub yourself off through your panties, and hide them somewhere in the room for me." I asked him why, and he said, "I want to be able to smell you when we chat on Thursday."

I had no idea my dad could be so kinky, but I loved it. Before I went to bed that evening, I selected an outfit for work the next day, knowing I was heading straight from the office to my parent's place. I chose a flattering skirt and jacket combo, which had a hint of sexiness. I was sure Dad would like it but yet it would not offend my mom. Of course, I also laid out my pink panties and bra.

Work was difficult that day as my mind kept wandering to thoughts of my father. My colleagues fortunately didn't seem to notice, and somehow I made it through the workday without incident. I arrived at my parent's home before Dad, and Mom welcomed me in as she always had and we chatted about current events.

My dad arrived about twenty minutes later, and I couldn't resist giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek. Mom said dinner would be ready in a few minutes, so I dismissed myself to the bathroom to, "freshen up." Dad gave me a knowing grin as I walked away, while I just winked in response.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, my skirt was above my waist as I stroked my pussy through my panties. They were already damp from thinking about my dad all day, but I was determined to make them soaking wet. I leaned back against the sink and rubbed hard and fast, wanting to cum quickly before Mom came looking for me. In my mind I couldn't help but think of Daddy smelling my damp knickers as he stroked his large cock.

I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out when I came. I peeled my wet panties down my weak legs, and then brought them to my nose. The feminine musk was impossible to ignore and I hoped my dad would enjoy it. After scanning the room, I decided to hide them behind a stack of towels, and then set about making myself presentable to my mom.

When I entered the kitchen, Dad was chatting amiably with Mom, before he exited to freshen up for dinner himself. As he walked past me, I whispered, "Behind the towels."

I was standing near the stove with Mom when Dad came back into the room. He had a wicked grin on his face and I knew he must have found my special gift. He must have felt how wet they were, I was sure, but wondered if he sniffed them too?

Mom sat Dad at one end of the table and me at the other, so unfortunately we were unable to play footsie, but we gazed at each other constantly. I did my best to focus on the conversation, yet I felt so naughty sitting there without panties on. What made it even more difficult was knowing my undies might be in Dad's pocket at that very moment.

After dinner we watched TV for a while, but my body was on fire and I just couldn't take it anymore. I hugged and kissed both my parents, with Dad copping a quick feel of my butt as we embraced. The drive home was difficult as only one hand was on the wheel while the other was playing with my pussy.

The second my car found my driveway, I was on the run towards my room to seek sexual relief. I didn't even undress, just hiked my skirt up and fingered my bare cunt while my other hand squeezed my nipples through my top. I came at least three times before climbing out of bed to peel off my damp clothes. Sleep came easy that night as I was worn out and dreamed happily of my next chat session with Daddy.

After the previous day, I made it a point to keep my head on my work. Every time Dad came to mind, I fought to wrestle control of my mind back. I simply could not afford to lose my job, particularly given the mortgage that was now hanging above my head. In spite of myself, as the clock wound down towards five o'clock, I finally relented and let images of my dad wash over through my head.

I arrived home at quarter to six, but didn't want to jump online straight away. Like the week before, I wanted to clean up after the long day, so I hopped in the shower and let the warm water soothe me. I had given a lot of thought as to what to wear, and pulled it from my drawer. An old boyfriend had given me a cute babydoll nightie, which was ice blue and sheer, with a matching pair of skimpy panties. Sadly for him, my ex never had a chance to see me in it, but soon Daddy would. I also had another surprise for him.

By the time I logged onto my computer, it was close to seven. As expected, my dad was already online awaiting my arrival. I said hello into the microphone, and just moments later my cell phone rang. I opened it and heard Daddy's voice, and I quickly pressed the speaker button as I had done before. Without even waiting for him to ask, I slowly stood and did a slow pirouette to let him see my sexy lingerie.

A loud wolf whistle echoed through the speaker, and then was followed by a loud, "Wow!"

I sat down in front of the camera and gave him a big smile. "So, you like this old thing?"

"It's perfect," he implored emphatically, and then added, "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

He didn't talk much and I wondered if something was wrong. "Dad, is everything okay? You're being awfully quiet."

"Not at all baby, I'm just sitting here soaking in your beauty," he answered.

It was just the reaction I was hoping for, sending a shiver down my spine. The outfit was a great blend of sweet and sexy, just what I thought my dad would like. I just wished I could have seen the look on his face. Would he have been smiling widely or staring at me with a burning hunger in his eyes? Either way, I'm sure I'd love it as much as he liked my outfit.

Even though I'd dried myself off thoroughly after my shower, my skimpy panties were already growing damp with my growing excitement. My nipples were hard once more and I'm sure visible through the lacy top, even over the net. I was completely hot and ready to do whatever he wanted, and expected him to ask me to undress promptly. Instead he spoke in soothing tones, telling me over and over how amazing I was in every way. I felt the hairs on my body stand on end as I knew he absolutely meant every word he said.

Soon I too poured my heart out, letting him know just how much I'd always loved him. I had never been so honest with anyone, but Dad made me feel completely at ease. It was wonderful to finally get things off my chest, but I knew he understood.

I had never felt so loved and candidly it made me hotter than I'd ever been in my life. "Daddy, I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me," I whimpered.

"What would we do if I were there, sweetie?" he asked me in a sexy whisper.

"Whatever you wanted," I said frankly, as I felt my cheeks grow warm.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Would you fuck me?" he questioned intently.

I bit my lip and nodded into the screen.

"Good, because I've been thinking a lot about fucking you, Brooke," he said, and my pussy pulsed while I whimpered at his admission.

There was silence for a moment, but I felt the need to say something to break the tension, asking "Can I show you something, Daddy?"

"Of course, princess," he replied.

I reached my hand under the monitor and retrieved the dildo I had placed their earlier. I held it up to the cam, and asked, "Do you want to see me fuck myself with this?"

"Oh God baby, yes," barked from the speaker. I stood to take the top off, but daddy said, "Please leave that on, sweetie, you look so amazing in it."

Instead I stood and lifted the baby doll to show him my panties. After giving him a good long view, I eased them off my legs and held them up in front of me. "Do you like these?" I asked.

"They're perfect," he murmured.

"As perfect as the ones I left you last week?"

"Yes, baby," he responded.

Somehow I felt even hotter than before, and asked, "Are you sniffing them?"

"Yes, baby. They smell wonderful," he sighed aloud.

I placed the panties onto the desk and sat down in my chair. I packed my feet up on the desk as wide as possible, and starred into the camera. "Smell them as you watch me fuck myself," I told him, my heart almost beating a hole in my chest.

I grabbed the toy cock and placed it in my mouth, sucking it inside. I ran it in and out a few times to tease him, but had to get myself off as rapidly as possible or I'd go insane. Quickly I moved the six inch plastic rocket to my pussy and eased it in. No sooner had it hit rock bottom, I pulled back and repeated the process, over and over.

I began rocking my butt up off the chair, fucking myself against the solid dildo. My head rolled back and I closed my eyes, driving the toy into my pussy faster and faster. Just as I felt my orgasm washing over me, I screamed out, "Fuck me Daddy!"

My body convulsed on the chair as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life, but I couldn't keep still. I slowly moved the plastic prick back and forth over my sex, wanting the feeling to last forever. I opened my eyes and looked at the camera through glassy eyes, trying to give my sexiest smile. "Did you like that, Dad?" I asked.

There was silence for a moment, and then he said softly, "Words cannot even express what I'm feeling."

"Are you hard?" I questioned, thinking about his big, thick cock.

"Well, not anymore," he answered, so I knew he'd come too.

My pulse pounded as I imagined his cock shooting into my overheated pussy, but I was nowhere near satiated. I pushed the dildo back into my sex and began humping it slowly once more. "See if you can get hard again for me, Pop," I said as the fake cock invaded my body again. I picked up my discarded panties and held them to my own nose. I stared into the screen and said, "Smell me Daddy, sniff my panties."

I couldn't help but imagine him with my sexy pink knickers pressed to his nose while stroking his impressive dick. I closed my eyes once more as I teased my cunt slowly, wanting to put on a great show for him. I was sure this would get him nice and hard again.

My babydoll was soaked with sweat and my nipples showed as plain as day. I moved the panties from my face and began rubbing them all over my chest. I used them to push my straps aside to expose my breasts. "I want you to cum on my tits, Daddy," I barked as I played with my nipples through the silky underwear.

I heard a load groan from the speaker, and knew I was really turning him on. I wanted to last longer, but felt another orgasm rapidly approaching. In spite of myself, I began driving the dildo in and out with growing urgency. I yelled out, "Cumming, Daddy," as spasms rocked my body once more.

It took a minute or two to catch my breath as I felt like I had just run a marathon. I left the dildo buried inside me with my legs still spread lewdly. "So, hard yet?" I asked with a grin.

"As hard as I've ever been," he responded eagerly.

My dad was fifty, so I had no idea if this was normal for him or not, but I was still pleased inside that my little show achieved the desired results. Even after two incredibly strong orgasms, I was ready for more. I ran my hands to my chest and cupped my breasts, before asking, "Is there anything else you want from me, Daddy?"

He didn't say yes, he just stated, "Suck on that cock for me, Brooke."

I just smiled back and reached my right hand down and grasped my little friend. I eased it out and slowly traced it up my torso, and teased him by rubbing the tip across my nipples. After a short pause, I moved the toy to my lips and engulfed it in my mouth. I turned my head to the side so he could watch me slide it in and out, sucking my juices as I did so.

"So hot, baby," I heard from the speaker as I sucked away.

I pulled the cock from my mouth and stared into the cam and said, "I wish this was you." I heard a groan, as I ran the dildo down my neck to toy with my breasts once more. "Bet you'd like to cum on these, wouldn't you?" I whispered softly.

"God yes," he sighed aloud.

I knew he had to be stroking himself once more, so I asked, "Are you close, daddy?"

"Very."

"Tell me where you want to cum," I begged.

"Your mouth," he whimpered.

With that I moved the toy back to my mouth and sucked it deep inside. I fucked my face, just as Daddy had done to me, before I pulled it out for a moment so I could speak to him. "Cum in my mouth, Daddy. Please, give me your cum," I pleaded, and then swallowed the cock once more.

I heard a grunting sound, then a long, loud, "Yes!"

I made my dad shoot his load twice in one evening, and to say I was thrilled was an understatement. I glanced at the clock and realized we had been on a while, so in spite of the way I was feeling at that moment, suggested we had better call it an evening. Dad agreed, and we parted after a few special words for one another.

My body was absolutely soaking wet, so I peeled off the babydoll and headed for the bathroom. I stood on rubbery legs, but still felt the need for one more orgasm. I moved the massager head between my legs and let the water caress my sensitive clit as the fingers of my other hand toyed with my hard nipples. Within two minutes I surrendered to another wonderful climax.