Amor Prohibetur Ch. 02

I got to do some things, too. Before, there had always been a distance between us, even though we were having sex. This time, I felt my father's full weight on my body. I got to run my hands all over his shoulders and back. I got to squeeze his butt, just like he squeezed mine. I got to run my own lips along his neck and face, and I was exhilarated by all of it. All of it!

My father took his time with me. He didn't just screw me as before, but he really made love to me, as a lover would. He played with me, sucking my breasts through my sleeping shirt, before he gently lifted my shirt up and did the same to my bare flesh. He teased me through my panties, before he slid his fingers underneath them and toyed with me down there. And finally, he mounted me, in much the same way my boyfriend did. It was so much more spectacular when my father was doing it.

When we were done, my father didn't run away as he had before. He had me straddle him on the couch, and he kissed me and groped me until he was hard again. I'd never mounted a man before, but he showed me how. I got to rock on him and keep things at my pace, while he nibbled at my breasts and squeezed my butt. I was riding him just the way I wanted to, slowly and steadily, until I felt my climax building up inside of me. I would keep myself at that same pace until the climax swept through me and nearly caused me to bite through my lip. Then, I would do it all over again. I must have climaxed half a dozen times that night, until I finally relented and let my father take control of me again.

We had all night to play with each other, and we did. Neither of us wanted to stop. My father didn't have to be at work until late in the afternoons, while I didn't have to do anything at all. I guess you could say we took full advantage of that for the next few weeks, even though we hardly ever talked about it. We just did it. We even graduated from the couch and into my bed, or into my father's bed.

He would teach me new things, too. One night, my father took me into the shower with him, and that became our next 'thing.' Another night, he stepped into my room in broad daylight, with only a towel around his waist and dripping wet after his shower. I thought I knew what was about to happen when that towel came off, but no, he surprised me by doing something else. He put my legs together long enough to get my shorts and panties off, and then he had me spread wide as he got down his knees in front of me. That was the first time my father went down on me, the first time any man had done so. Try as I could, I could not persuade my boyfriend to do that do me later.

I remember the first time I gave my father a blowjob. We were on his bed and messing around. His cock was hard and waiting for me. All I wanted to do was to get on top of it and ride it. He read my intentions and stopped me. He lay down on the bed and started moving me around in a way that didn't make sense. I was on my hands and knees over his stomach, facing away from him, until he pulled my butt back onto his face and began kissing all over the backs of my thighs. Then my father pulled my butt closer to his face. Suddenly his lips and tongue were all over my sex, poking and prodding around until I was squirming all over the place. I thought that when he'd gone down on me the first time was amazing, but this was even more amazing!

My father's cock was standing up and staring me right in the face. I got confused when he nudged my head down toward it. I mean, I knew what a blowjob was. I wasn't that naive! I knew what it meant to sixty-nine someone, but I'd never done it before. When he nudged my head a second time, I decided to give it a try.

I put my mouth around it, and I felt how hot it was. I imagined how it might be done, and I tried some things. I licked it, and I rolled my tongue around it, and I kissed it. I didn't want to make a mess of things, so I watched my father's movements and listened to the sounds he made. After a little while I figured out what worked and what didn't. That became one of our 'things' too. Let's just say that we both got good at what we were doing.

Eventually, my mother started to notice how tired I was during the day. She would comment on it sometimes, but as far as I know, she never mentioned anything about how much later my father was sleeping. My mother might have been able to win him back, if she really wanted to. But no, she neglected him for years after. She would always come back to that time when he'd cheated on her with some woman from the bar. It was her favorite excuse not to love him.

Looking back on that time, I guess you could say my father opened up new ideas for me. I stopped being so shy in public, although I'm still fairly quiet around new people. I decided to leave my boyfriend, because he wasn't doing a thing for me. I applied to a business college well over on the other side of the state. That's where I studied, and where I met new, more aggressive men, and where I learned that I could be just as assertive and aggressive as they were. That's why I was able to build up a good career and get to where I am today.

My father and mother divorced about ten years ago, after too many years of not having been in love with each other. I still visit them on occasion, but I have a lot to keep busy with as far as my family and my practice go, so I don't see them as often as I want.

My father doesn't say a thing about what took place between us, all those years ago. I wonder sometimes, if it wouldn't have gone as far as it did, if I hadn't looked so much like my mother back then. My mother's little twin, he used to call me. I remember those words very fondly.

I suppose some people would expect me to regret what I'd done, but I don't. It was an accident at first. It turned into something else because we both wanted it to. It just happened, and that's all there is to it.

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