Family ties

You're not supposed to find your father attractive. Your not supposed to think of his large cock, a cock you've witnessed fucking a girlfriend of yours, as something you'd like to be fucking you.
Nevertheless for nine months after I saw my dad fucking Kelly's ass with my mom stood right there next to me, I craved my father sexually.
The divorce was quick, so was my father finding his own apartment. He and Kelly had a nine month relationship from the time me and mom walked in on them, then it ended as quickly as it had started.
Going back a little. I knew my mom and dad weren't getting on that great. And I also knew why. He wanted more intimacy, meaning sex. And my mom was no longer interested. Yet she believed he should stay faithful to her.
I never got it, still don't as to why anyone should stay honest to a person if they themselves offer nothing in return.
Nine months on from seeing my father long thick penis penetrating Kelly's back passage, I'd often imagined it being my asshole his cock was fucking. In those nine months I cannot begin to guess how many times I'd masturbated to sinful thoughts of having sex with my dad. And in that time I'd visited him a lot. Seeing Kelly enjoying my dad, my father, the man who in my introverted mind should be fucking me, if anyone other than my mom.
Then having a key, I walked in and found Kelly refusing him sex. They didn't know I was there, and I heard Kelly telling my dad "We had it two days ago". I knew then limiting his sexual appetite wasn't going to last between them.
Waiting a few seconds, I made out I'd just entered. Kelly who was in the grade above me when we were at school, made an excuse and walked out.
After taking a coffee from my dad and sitting next to him on the couch, I let him know I'd heard Kelly refusing him sex. He looked shocked, but not as much as when I said "I'd never refuse you. You could fuck me every day dad".
The shock was only brief though, as I saw a look I'd seen since I was about seventeen. That look registered a very good looking young sexual woman, and someone who even then, was thinking about her father's attributes.
Now twenty with my forty four year old father's cock growing right there next to me, I put my left hand on his cock bulge.
There was no "Hey stop" or even a hint to pause. We'd both understood for some time that given the right opportunity we'd have sex.
Reaching inside his comfy shorts, I felt what I'd longed to feel in my hands and my love holes, my fathers pulsating manhood.
As soon as I gripped his cock, it like a firework going off inside the both of us. The handbrake which had dulled our sexual lust for each other released and we went head long into a two hour frantic sexual marathon.
Kissing him seemed so natural, so perfectly right. Tossing that huge cock of his was just how I'd envisaged me gaining his ardour. And then his hand reached under the short loose skirt I'd worn on purpose, and touched my naked pussy.
I'd removed my panties in his doorway after hearing Kelly refuse him sex. It wasn't the first time I'd been naked there around my father, but that's for another confession.
His fingers traced along my pussy slit and then massaged my clit. We were kissing madly by then, swapping tongues, saliva and carnal lust.
Not able to wait any longer, I broke off, climbed over him and took hold of his engorged cock. Positioning it to my pussy hole, I sank down making him and myself moan with years of sexual yearning hold the moment.
We fucked. And I definitely do mean we fucked. We didn't make love that first time as I wanted him as I'd imagined so so many times.
Making my dad fuck me in all the positions I'd dreamed about. Then when I knew he was close, fucking me in the spoons position, I reached back and guided his cock up my asshole.
All the energy, all the sexual anxiety and all the moments of absolute need, focused on that moment when his cock slid into the hole I wanted him to fuck more than most.
He didn't hold back either, driving his cock deep up my asshole, fucking me as he might a common whore. Yet I was his daughter and he knew when he came deep inside my bowels, squeezing my breasts at the same time, he was cumming up the girl he'd helped bring into the world.
Telling me he loved me so much as we both calmed down, he didn't stop. Withdrawing from my ass, he turned me over and moved down my body.
Over the next half an hour or so, my father licked and tongued my pussy and ass, making me orgasm over and over and over again.
Still not satisfied, either of us, we fucked again, then again as his cock remained rock hard after cumming a second time.
When we eventually stopped, he'd just cum in my mouth after fucking me non stop for such a long time.
We both lay back then and realized we were completely sexually compatible.
My mom couldn't match his libido. I certainly could and still do. I now live with my dad, my lover and enjoy sex with him every single day. It's not always a two hour session, and we do now make love, however when we're both horny, it's time to make sure you've got enough energy.
I love those days, and I love my dad.
Ps. Now eighteen months after moving in with him, he and mom are back talking again. They've become friends again, which is great for me. And I now understand my mom has figured out we're lovers. She's not said anything, other than "I'm really happy for you. But be careful".
I'm not sure why she said the last bit, as she knows I can't have kids.