Phone sex with my dad without him knowing
Phone sex with my dad is secret pleasure that I indulge in regularly. We talk at least once a week on the phone. Unbeknownst to him, I often masturbate to the sound of his voice. I will close my eyes so I can see him before me, usually naked, then I let my imagination run away with me. My cravings for incest with my daddy are extreme. I hope that one day he finds my site and we end up in each other’s incestuous arms.
I’ll lie on my bed, my fingers inching closer to my panties as I talk to my father on the phone. It’s our weekly catch-up call, but today, something feels different. My thoughts are consumed by desires I’ve tried so hard to suppress. As he talks about his day, my mind drifts away, imagining him in ways I know I shouldn’t.
My fingers slide under the waistband of my panties, gently tracing my lips through the fabric. I can feel my arousal growing as I listen to his voice, so calm and reassuring. I’ve always felt a special connection with my father, but now it’s taking on a new form, one that excites and scares me simultaneously.
As he continues to talk about his day, I close my eyes, imagining him standing in front of me, his strong arms wrapped around me as he kisses my neck. My fingers delve deeper into my panties, finding my clit and beginning to circle it gently. I sigh as the pleasure intensifies, my breath becoming more like a puppy panting as I struggle to maintain my composure on the phone.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” he asks, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “You seem a bit distracted today.”
“Oh, I’m fine, Dad,” I reply, trying to steady my voice as my fingers continue their exploration. “Just thinking about some stuff.”
In my mind’s eye, I see him smiling at me, his eyes filled with love and concern. But the image quickly morphs into something more carnal, more primal. I see him stripping off his clothes, revealing his toned body, his erect cock standing proudly before me.
My fingers move faster now, my breathing growing more labored as I edge closer to orgasm. I can’t help but moan as my father’s imagined hands caress my breasts, my hips, my thighs. He’s everywhere, consuming me with his touch, his passion.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. “You sound a bit… strange.”
“Y-yes, Dad,” I stammer, my fingers now furiously working my clit as my orgasm approaches like a freight train. “I’m just… really happy to hear your voice.”
As my father continues to talk, I feel my climax building, my body tensing as it prepares for release. In my fantasy, my father’s hands are on me, his fingers exploring my pussy as he kisses me passionately. The taboo nature of our relationship only heightens my arousal, fueling my desire for him even more.
With a final deep breath, I come, my body shuddering with pleasure as my fingers continue to circle my clit. I try to cover the speaker of my phone as my breathing comes in ragged gasps while I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay?” my father asks, his voice now tinged with worry. “You sound… different.”
“Mhmm,” I manage to utter, my fingers still gently massaging my clit as the last vestiges of pleasure ebb away. “I’m just… really happy to hear your voice.”
As our call comes to an end, I lie there, my heart racing, my body still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm. My fingers are sticky with my arousal, a tangible reminder of the forbidden desires that now consume me. I know that my love for my father will always be complicated, but for now, I’m content in the knowledge that our connection, though taboo, will always be a source of unparalleled pleasure.
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you reading the text makes it FAR more exciting … is there more? what has happened? have you ventured, dared to take it further?