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Subject: {ASSM} Christmas Break (MF, inc, rom)
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This work is copyrighted to Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com) (C) 2006.
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Christmas Break
Written by Michael

***

Daughter comes home from college for Christmas vacation to stay with
her widowed father, while both of her sisters were away for the
holidays. She was the youngest daughter in the family, always her
father's favorite. (MF, inc, rom)

***

Daughter comes home from college for Christmas vacation to stay with
her widowed father, while both of her sisters were away for the
holidays. She was the youngest daughter in the family, always her
father's favorite. (MF, inc, rom)

Hi, my name is Sandra and this is a story about last Christmas break. I
was home from college for the week between Christmas and New Years. It
was just dad and me that year because both of my sisters were away,
Kari was in Europe with her husband and two year old daughter and
Charmie was in Colorado on a skiing trip with her boyfriend and his
parents.

It was kind of cool having dad all to myself. Since mom died, dad has
been sort of withdrawn and being just the two of us my mission was to
draw him out a bit. So far we'd only had superficial talks but I
planned to have some quality time with him before I returned to school.


What I hadn't planed on was what happened on Christmas Eve Night.

The weather was cold and snowy and we were home sitting in front of the
log fire after I had made a traditional holiday dinner, you know, the
turkey thing and all the fixings. We were both a bit lethargic from all
that L-Tryptophan and just sat companionably gazing into the fire.

For some reason my mind wandered back to my high school days, maybe it
was just being home, but thoughts popped into my head of growing up and
of our family. Being the youngest daughter I had always been the
"daddy's girl" in the family.

I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did, because (I know
this will sound strange) I had reoccurring thoughts about what it would
be like to make love to him. I think most daughters have those kind of
thoughts growing up, at least once or twice. But for me it was a
reoccurring image in my mind, I would imagine how it would be and how
he would look, coming to me and how he would gently take me in his
arms, and you know, all the things that happen in a situation like
that.

It's not that I ever seriously thought about acting on those fantasies,
it was just that my dad is a sexy man. Even at 57 he's still trim and
good looking. And I guess I've always been in love with him more than
most daughters.

I'd had sex enough time to know what it was all about. And many of
those times while the guy was making love to me I'd imagine it was my
dad. I turned 20 last year and most of the guys I knew around my age
were so self-centered and in my experience that usually equated into
"selfish" in bed too. So that made me think about my hero dad even
more, and made me wonder how dad was with mom and whether they had had
a good sex life. I had to hope that there was something better out
there than I'd had to date.

I know that dad hadn't dated much since mom died and that he seemed
lonely in a private sort of way. And while sitting there on Christmas
Eve, looking into the fire, it occurred to me that my father had
probably been celibate for more than 5 years by then. I couldn't
imagine being celibate for five weeks, much less five years.

I glanced at dad sideways, wondering if he masturbated and how often he
did it. Surely he must do it, everyone did, even when having regular
sex. The thought of dad lying on his bed masturbating, his hand
gripping his dick and groaning and cumming made me squirm in my chair.
That was a weird feeling being turned on by the thought of your parent
jacking off.

With those strange thoughts running through my head, we finally went to
bed.

I tossed and turned late into the night with images of my father making
love to my mother, and then with Kari and Charmie and finally my
perverted little mind had me being plowed against the bed sheets as my
dad thrust into me grunting softly with the effort to find his
pleasure.

I finally drifted off still dreaming that dad was doing me and moaning
my name softly as he came in me, "Sandra honey. Oh Sandra my love..."
over and over again as we clutched each other desperately seeking...
something.



*


Then it was morning. My eyes opened and I felt slightly beat up. I
hadn't slept well and all that dreaming about sex had added to my
discomfort. I tried to shake myself out of my mood and got up to take a
shower. I was going to make dad a good hearty breakfast.

As I sleepily trudged down the hall to the bathroom I heard Christmas
music playing on the radio in the kitchen. So dad was already up. I
could smell the coffee, and I realized that I better hurry up or dad
would be starving by the time I got into the kitchen.

As I turned the knob and swung the bathroom door open I realized in
that instant that Dad wasn't in the kitchen, but in the bathroom,
standing in front of me, totally naked! He had been standing in front
of the mirror masturbating to his image.

Oh my god! How embarrassing. Blood drained from my face and I
momentarily felt like I was going to faint. I don't think there's
anything worse than actually stumbling on to a parent jacking off. Who
would have ever thought it possible?

Dad realized at the same moment that I did what had just happened. His
face turned bright pink and he ducked and covered himself helplessly
with his hands. I did an about face and hurried back to my room and sat
down on my bed in total shock

What had I done? My big plan to make dad feel good again was in ruins
I'd embarrassed him irretrievably. I couldn't believe I'd done it. I
wanted to cry. But image of my father leaning over the sink looking at
himself while masturbating himself was firmly and permanently fixed in
my mind. The vision of his hand stroking his long stiff rod and his
muscles flexing as he tensed his body in obvious pleasure, these were
all things I would never forget.

Then I remembered the expression on his face when he realized his
daughter had caught him at it, that brought me back to earth with a
crash. What should I do now? Should I pretend that it didn't happen,
try to act normally? Even as I considered this, I knew that it wouldn't
work, it would only force a wedge between us.

Then I looked up at a hesitant knock on my door. Dad's face came into
view. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been doing that, it's
just... I feel so foolish, I'm too old to be..." his voice trailed off
into silence.

I looked into his blue eyes and saw the worry and embarrassment in them
and I felt miserable. I needed to remove that expression from my lovely
father's face, and for some reason I couldn't quite fathom, I wanted to
prove to him that he wasn't too old or foolish.

My only excuse for what I did next might be because of all the
fantasizing about dad I'd been doing the night before, and then to see
the real thing. I stood up and went to the door and took dad's hand in
mine and brought him into the room with me. He was in his terry
bathrobe.

Dad started to mumble his apologies again, but I would have none of it.
I stopped him by placing a finger on his lips and saying, "Daddy, I
love you. You don't need to apologize for something so natural. I do it
all the time, so why do you think I wouldn't understand that you need
to do it too?"

Dad looked into my eyes, the worry still etched on his face and said,
"Sweetie, it's just having you home, and, well... you're a beautiful
young woman now and... It's been so long since.... I should have
controlled my urges better than that... I'm so sorry honey."

I stood there, still holding dad's hands, only now I was totally numb.
What had he said? Had he said that he was turned on by me, his own
daughter? Then I thought back to the night before and realized that it
was the same thing for me, I had fantasized all night long about dad
doing me, so how could I be upset if he did the same thing about me.

This was all so strange, so very strange. But without really thinking
about it I pulled dad's lips to mine and kissed him. "It's okay dad," I
said after a long moment. "I love you and I've fantasized about you
too."

I didn't want him to protest his innocents, to be forced into lying to
me, so I pulled him down to sit beside me on the bed and kissed him
again, this time slipping a hand into his robe. He jumped and made to
get up, but I held his lips to mine with my other hand behind his head
and continued to kiss him like I would a lover, opened mouthed.

Dad tried to pull away again, but then my hand in his robe found his
manhood and I began to gently massage it, pulling and pushing gently as
I gave him more tongue. Then he wasn't fighting me any longer and I was
getting tongue back.

Then before he regrouped, I was pushing him back onto the rumpled
sheets of my bed and pulling his robe open. I didn't stop to think
about it, I just took him in my mouth and began to blow him, bobbing my
head over his stiff member, pushing my lips up and down his shaft and
tonguing him like I'd done for my boyfriends loads of times.

Then when he was throbbing and hard, I was climbing out of my pajamas
and up dad's body, kneeling on either side of his hips. He was looking
up at me and I was looking down at his stiff prick wondering vaguely
how this had all come about, but he looked like a man to me, so I moved
up and positioned him at my entrance and sank down on him.

"Ohhhh god! Sandra!" was all he said. Then there was a hip jerk and
then another and soon he was fucking up at me with a passion. Then we
were rolling on the bed sheets and he was on top of me humping away
with abandon, like a prisoner just freed after years of being locked
away.

I remember my dad's body on top of mine and his stiff throbbing tool
thrusting in and out of me. His breath was whispering against my neck
and his maleness was all around me and I thrilled at the sensation. I
was living my fantasy from the night before, my dad was making love to
me.

I gasped as his body tensed above me and he shoved in deep and held
himself there, then he bucked once and held himself against me again,
then his hips jerked again, and then again and I knew he was filling me
with his cum. It was really happening. Stars went off in my head and my
own powerful orgasm smashed through my body.

I think I screamed out my joy to the heavens, I know that we ended up
on the floor, lying side by side giggling like idiots and panting for
breath. I felt so truly fucked, my body glowed with contentment and I
felt like purring with happiness.

"Oh dad, you were so wonderful! No one has ever made me feel like that
before."

Dad just hugged me fiercely to his body and whispered in my ear,
"You're my "daddy's girl" Sandra, you always will be. I love you best."


I knew that, I always had. 

END

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