Dad's Shower Fantasy

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Art closed his eyes and let the hot water of the shower run over his body, reveling in the feeling for a few moments before soaping up and beginning to wash the sweat from his body.  He had been outside cutting grass in the hot summer sun, a task that was always made difficult by the heat of the day and which always caused him to sweat his ass off – which is why he always wore gym shorts, an old pair of sneakers, a floppy military surplus camouflage boonie hat, sunglasses, and either a sleeveless shirt or no shirt at all when he cut the grass.  Today had been hotter than usual, so he had opted to go shirtless.

The already difficult task was made even more difficult today by his blond-haired, blue-eyed, big-breasted, 18-year-old daughter, Rose.  She was enjoying her last summer of freedom before she went off to college in the fall, and today she chose to sunbathe on the back porch in what was the skimpiest, most revealing bikini Art had ever seen her wear.  Art was a ‘big boob’ man, always had been, and the bigger the better.  His wife was big-busted, measuring 44 inches around and wearing a 38DD bra, and Rose had inherited this trait.  Her tits were just as big as her mom’s, if not bigger, and she showed them off every chance she got.  It was all he could do to keep his attention focused on pushing the lawnmower in a straight line instead of on the sight of his nubile, sexy daughter sunning her lithe body in the summer sun, her skin glistening from the suntan oil she was using. 

He wondered, not for the first time, if she knew what she was doing, what kind of effect she was having on him.  He wasn’t sure if she knew it, but every time she put on a bikini or some of the skimpy clothing she loved to wear in the summer, she always gave him an erection.  He knew he shouldn’t have that kind of response to his own daughter, nor should he be having the erotic and carnal thoughts about her that he always had whenever she looked like she did now, but he couldn’t help himself.  Rose was an incredibly sexy and beautiful young woman, and Art secretly wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way.  So keeping his attention focused on the task at hand and not on his daughter was a tough one indeed, especially today.

It had been tough, but he’d pulled it off.  As he soaped his body up he let his mind wander back to the image of Rose lying out in the sun, her big breasts wobbling as she turned over onto her back, her ass muscles flexing as she got comfortable.  The images running through his head caused the usual reaction whenever he thought of Rose like this, and he felt his cock growing bigger, harder, and longer in his hands as he washed his cock and balls.  He closed his eyes and imagined what her skin would feel like beneath his touch, how firm or soft her big breasts would be, how her lips would feel wrapped around his hard cock, and how her tight young pussy would feel as it slid down onto his shaft.  It only took a minute or so for his cock to become completely hard, throbbing in his hands as he continued soaping up his cock and balls.  He wrapped one hand around his shaft and gripped it firmly as he began pumping it, feeling its steely hardness in his grip.  He was so hard it almost hurt, and he could feel his shaft throbbing in his hand.

His eyes flew open as he felt a pair of hands slide around his hips to his cock and balls, pushing his own hands out of the way as one hand slid around his shaft to grip it tightly while the other found his balls, squeezing them firmly but gently.  He felt a female body pressing against his back, the mounds of her big breasts pressing firmly against him, and since his wife was out for the day he knew immediately that it had to be Rose.

“Rose…” he began, but she shushed him into silence.

“Ssshhhhhhhh,” she whispered over his shoulder and into his ear as she pulled on his cock and balls, pumping the slippery shaft in one hand while she massaged and squeezed his balls with the other, pressing her lithe young body firmly against his back as she did. 

“Let me, Daddy,” she whispered, sliding her hand up and down on his soapy cock, making him harder than ever.  Art didn’t say another word, just nodding his head and dropping his hands as he let his daughter have her way with him.  She squeezed his cock in her hand, pumping it firmly as she pulled and tugged on his balls, and it only took a few moments before Art felt the precum beginning to flow.  Rose pulled and tugged on his cock for several long, very enjoyable minutes, finally releasing his cock and balls from her hands as she stepped around in front of him.  She reached up and took the showerhead out of its holder and rinsed him off, washing the soap suds from his cock and balls.  She looked up at him from beneath her brow, giving him the sexiest, most erotic look he’d ever seen, one side of her mouth turned up into a sexy, slightly evil smile.

When his cock and balls were rinsed clean she put the showerhead back into the holder, and with the water spray hitting his chest and running down his body Rose knelt in front of him, opened her mouth, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.  She sucked on it right away, swirling her tongue over and around the sensitive head, reaching up and gripping his balls with her hand as the water sprayed over both of them.  Then she slid her mouth down onto his cock, slowly, savoring every inch of it as she swallowed it all, not stopping until she had his entire length in her mouth and down her throat.  She held it there for a moment, her nose pressing against his abdomen as she looked up at him, smiling around his cock in her mouth.

Then Rose began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his hard shaft, sucking hard and running her lithe, wet tongue along the sensitive underside as she did.  She kept one hand clamped onto his balls as she sucked his cock, massaging and squeezing them in her hand.  Art stood there and watched, dumbfounded, as his daughter slowly sucked his cock, taking it all into her mouth over and over again.  She twisted her head every now and then, rotating her mouth on his shaft as she sucked it in and out of her mouth, looking up at him from time to time.  Her mouth was warm and wet on his hard shaft, and he moaned as she slid her mouth up and down his length over and over again.

“MMMMMMMMM!” Rose moaned as she slid her mouth up and down the length of Art’s hard cock over and over again.  Art had certainly had his fair share of blowjobs in his life, but the one his own daughter was giving him was by far and away the best blowjob he’d ever had.  He stood still and watched as Rose slid her mouth up and down on his cock, the water running over both of them as she worked him over.

After a few very pleasurable minutes of this Rose slipped her mouth from his cock and stood up, facing him and holding on to his cock with one hand.  She smiled at him, pulling on his cock for a moment while looking deep into his eyes, and then let go of it when she turned around to face away from him.  She leaned forward and put her hands on the shower wall, spreading her feet apart as she stepped back towards him, pushing her firm, rounded ass out to him.

Art immediately knew what she wanted, and grabbed her by the hips to move her over to the side a little bit so the water from the shower wouldn’t be hitting him in the face while he fucked his daughter.  He grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it towards her smooth-shaven pussy, and Rose wiggled her hips at him as he slid his cock up and down between her slippery outer lips.  Then he placed it against the opening of her pussy and pushed, making Rose moan as the head of his cock pushed its way into her tight hole.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she moaned, her mouth hanging open as she looked over her shoulder at him.  “Fuck me, please fuck me!  Fuck my tight pussy, Daddy!” she moaned, pushing her hips back towards him and driving his cock deeper into her tunnel.

Art gripped her by the hips and pulled her towards him as he drove his cock forward, sliding it deep into her pussy.  She was very wet and very tight, her pussy gripping him like a wet velvet glove, and it was without a doubt the best feeling Art had ever had in his entire life.  He groaned as he pushed his cock forward, working it deeper and deeper into his daughter’s tight, wet pussy one thrust at a time, and it only took a few moments for him to be buried balls-deep.  He pushed forward and held his cock there, feeling his balls pressing against her outer lips and clit as she moaned in ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God, yesssssss!” Rose moaned, biting her bottom lip and pushing her ass back towards him.  “Now fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!” she urged, wiggling her ass at him.

Art began to move then, pulling his cock back until just the head was left inside, then thrusting forward to bury it into her pussy again.  He gripped her hips firmly with both hands, pulling her back towards him as he thrust his cock in and out of her over and over again in long, hard, deep strokes.  Rose moaned as he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts, her big, heavy breasts swaying as they hung down beneath her.  She bit her bottom lip and moaned again as she lay her head against the cool tile of the shower, pushing her hips back at him as he fucked her.

Art looked down and watched as his cock, slick and shiny with his daughter’s juices, slid in and out of her pussy.  She was tight, incredibly tight, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be long before he was blowing his load deep inside her.  He watched her shapely ass ripple as his hips banged against it with each forward thrust, and he gripped her hips harder as he increased the tempo again.

“That’s it, Daddy, that’s it!  Fuck me just like that, Daddy, just like that!” Rose moaned, looking over her shoulder at him.  Her pussy was hot, wet, and tight around his shaft, and as he continued fucking his daughter he felt the first twinges of an orgasm beginning to build deep in his balls.  He kept thrusting as his orgasm built up in his balls, and it wasn’t long before he felt himself getting ready to blow.

“I’m gonna cum, baby!” he gasped, pounding his cock into her.

“Yes, Daddy, cum for me!  Cum inside my pussy, Daddy, give it to me!  Give it all to me, give me all of your cum!” she replied, rocking her hips back against him as he fucked her.

That was all the encouragement Art needed.  He felt his balls shift and his cock widen, and a split second later he came.  He squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, moaning as he came hard, harder than he’d cum in a long time.  His knees shook as the powerful orgasm ripped through him, his cock exploding and blasting out stream after stream of hot, thick cum.  Two, three, four, five times his cock throbbed, shooting out more and more cum with every pulse of his shaft.  He was cumming so hard he began to think that it would never end.

“Daddy, are you done yet?” Rose asked, snapping Art out of his trance.

“Huh?  What?” he asked, opening his eyes and looking around, then looking down and seeing his hard cock in his hand, still dripping cum.

“I said are you done yet?” Rose asked from the other side of the bathroom door.  “You’ve been in there a long time and I really need to take a shower and wash the oil off of me before you use up all the hot water!” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the bathroom door.

“Yeah, honey, I’m almost done,” he replied, loudly enough for her to hear him.  “I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Rose replied, then turned and walked away.

Art looked down again at his cock in his hand, now starting to soften as the last bit of cum dripped from the tip to fall onto the floor of the shower and be washed away down the drain with the rest of his load.  There were two streams of cum sliding down the shower wall from the beginning of his orgasm when he was cumming the hardest, so he took the shower head out of its holder and hosed down the shower wall, washing the cum streams away.  He sprayed down the rest of the shower and the shower floor to make sure all of his cum was gone, and then he put the shower head back into its holder and rinsed off, washing the soap and cum from his skin before turning the water off.  He opened the shower door and grabbed one of the thick Turkish towels hanging from the rack, then stepped out of the shower to dry off.  A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom, the towel securely wrapped around his waist, and padded barefoot down the hall to his bedroom to get dressed.

“Okay, honey, it’s all yours,” he said as he passed by the closed door to Rose’s room.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she said as she opened the door and walked quickly down the hall towards the bathroom.  Art turned and got a quick look at her firm, shapely ass before she turned into the bathroom and closed the door.  Then he turned and continued walking towards his room, a smile on his face.

“If only,” he said softly to himself, turning into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Fini.