Seducing my Balkan dad won't be easy
by Astraholog
26 Mar 2024 4362 readers Score 9.0 (40 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
I have been working on seducing my straight homophobic father since my childhood.
There are multiple stories I can share that are about this sexual relationship, so you can comment and send me emails, telling me how do you like the story and should I keep writting it.
Keep in mind that I am telling you this story as an older adult, and the first events in the whole experience happened when I was younger, so I have new life perceptions, while I am telling you this older, but still ocurring story, so I'll use my real time knowledge to go through past life situations.
Lets begin!
My dad has always been the almost constantly scowling darkish man you all know. Life has never pampered him, and since the end of high school, he has been working on all kinds of jobs, and of course hardworking jobs. This made his being sharp, mostly negative in appearance, a character who knows everything about everything, especially the crafts around the house. He is paid for that when he works for someone else, and he constantly works for us around the house and for free...
His body is expected of an attractive fifty-year-old man, 180 tall, about ninety kilos, which means that he is just the right size to be what he is with his body since he got me and my brother, which is father, a dad. He has very large and thick hair on his legs, beautifully connected like waves over his thighs, a little weaker on his knees, very thick in his groin and on his calves and a little on his feet.
Under the armpits, the hairs are not excessively thick, but they are nicely spread out and long, they are attractive to look at, I drool a little from them. His chest and stomach are nicely defined, a bit beery and hairy in a nice way, I'll try to include the pictures I took in my dad's future, nice moods.
I know all this and have noticed it for years, since the gentleman walks around the house in his underwear in the morning and at night, very often visiting the other rooms with a half-raised penis, while he thinks that my brother and I are sleeping (I'm not sleeping for sure, I'm waiting for him to turn around to look at him lustfully).
Everyone normally has their own room, my brother has his own by the bathroom, across from the living room, while my parents are across from my room, and there is a corridor connecting all the rooms. decent family house in the countryside, on the first floor, while the ground floor is also divided and my grandparents live there.
My dad, as I mentioned, is very strict, masculine, capable, funny, and I am so naturally, thank God, feminine and that has always bothered him, I believe because for him, in his head, women were some sort of prey, which he catches with masculinity and some show of dominance, the thinking of the old patriarchal upbringing, so I believe he only perceived me in that way, like some.. prey as well.
He never behaved like that though, I just got automatically worse and more demanding treatment than my brother, because my brother took all those stereotypical male roles lightly. So he does great in the garage, he chops wood, he's strong, he easily follows dad hunting, when he wants to take us on all that, I didn't mention, he's the younger brother of course, while I'm older, more feminine, I enjoy life, and in front of dad I'm drowning.
Always a worse punishment for me, learning tools by heart, moving tires from attic to attic, the worst jobs where my father visits me occasionally, measures how far I've come and leaves, probably to the house to watch porn.
It happened a lot of times that instead of going to school, I stayed at home to sleep or hang around the room and hide, while my brother went to school, my mother went to work, and my father arrived home around 7-8 and went to bed to sleep so tired, after the night shift. He would jerk off to porn in my brothers room, and I would listen lustfully waiting for his soft moans.
I would calculate some time for him to fall into a deep sleep and I would approach his room and lean over to watch his sleeping horny body. Only once in a while, when I muster up the strength and will and the animal takes hold of me, I go up to him and caress his raised penis over the sheet. Most of the time, he would stir immediately and I would disappear into my room, with his underwear from the bathroom, to sniff them and cum a hundred times on the smell of his balls and cock, piss and cum.
A wonderful taste when I decide to eat his underpants for breakfast. Ugh, how I would suck the front And rub my penis and asshole. I love my dad, and from that strictness and fear of disappointment, in my mind I started to be obsessed with pleasing him, I wanted for the rest of my life to be his sexual servant somehow, for him to use me, to be his slut in the original sense. I didn't know the path of my body to my father's body, but somehow I was uncontrollable, daydreaming about my father and my sexual encounter.
Such experiences were we go for a long walk in the forest, in the snow and in the winter, as if it were some kind of adventure, my father takes us with the dogs, and halfway through I take a nap and lie down in the snow because I can't, because I'm cold, at that time my brother continues with the doga, they run, play sledding, and dad comes back to pick me up, and I force my homophobic father, to warm me with his body a little because I'm cold and I can't move. In those moments, he would be hot, he would even sigh loudly, which I didn't perceive as a positive thing in my hidden desires, but as if I was bothering him and rushing into that hug already once.
The first occurrence was caused by some of my behaviors at the time, so I will present them to you first.
Well, I was quite a strange, beautiful child, who almost never socialized outside of school, I mostly played games, enjoyed the house, was a great student without any effort, so my parents didn't bother me much, my brother was somehow more concerned about me than they were, while they perceived me as a depressed child, probably, somehow sad and misunderstood. To some extent, I was like that, even though I used to socialize on the Internet with strangers in chat rooms and all kinds of online platforms for correspondence, both through puberty and those young years. I've lived more openly with people who don't know who I am because I've been able to be honest with them, in all my crazy endeavors of womanizing and horniness and everything.
My dad woke me up in the middle of the night, panting, the door to my room was open behind him, I got up and slowly walked with him to the living room, kind of hugged, he was leaning on me, as if I could carry him. I see my mother, who is also sound asleep with the door open, in the passage and I glance at my brother's room, where the TV is shining and where he is also fast asleep. I place my dad so quietly that he sits on the corner of the living room in the dark and I tell him to wait a second. I sneak through the house, turn off my brother's TV, close the door and put a small towel from the dirty laundry at the bottom of the door. Sometimes we do that around the house, when someone's television or my game is heard somewhere, we all put a towel on the doorstep and no one bothers anyone.
I did the same with my mother's door, she is literally wrapped with a pillow over her head, because the lady is bothered by any light, she says she has thin eyelids..
I return to the living room, where dad is leaning his head against the back of the sofa and is already a little wobbly. I didn't want to shock him, but I wanted to talk to my dad and to get him to comfort me because he scared me with this awakening in the middle of the night, so I turned on the light in the kitchen, which is connected to the living room, and approached him, while he slowly raised his head.
Dad, what happened, why did you wake me up?
I had a dream that you fell and hurt yourself and I got so nervous I came to check if it's real
Dad... nothing happened, how are you?
Well, how do I know, on top of that, everything hurts, damn it, I'm all stiff as if I shouldn't sleep on a 200 euro mattress
Hihihi, dad, you wake me up to treat you in the middle of the night, instead the other way around
He's somehow all asleep again, I guess that dream tired him out, and what's my horny brain doing when it sees my father in a white undershirt and briefs that always look the most full of balls and dick.
Could I massage you, I can the whole body I saw a full body massage on youtube
I'm fucking tired
Come on dad, let me relax you a little, you're always angry like that.
Let me see those massages, but for a moment only, you're boring the shit out of me
He is still half asleep, and he replied disinterestedly, and I calmed down a bit, but I started to move his body and position myself on the back of the sofa to massage his back, shoulders, neck and head first. It's very clear that he likes it at all times, he sighs loudly while I asked myself if my mother could hear us and if I should be afraid that I'm this excited in my pajamas while massaging my dad. I literally squeeze his head, then his neck, then his shoulders and go down his back and press the lumps all over his back from the hard work and lifting everything. And he stirs.
After that I sit next to him and massage his arms, biceps, shoulders on the sides, hands, forearms, on both sides.
He seems half-awake all the time and really enjoys my skill, and I, the idiot, have seen more massages from a water polo coach than a 20-minute YouTube video I saw once. I sit on the floor and take his leg by leg to massage his lower leg and feet. I would really linger on the feet, they smelled half manly and half like musk, and I really enjoyed feeling those huge things and holding them in my hands and smelling them from a distance. My cock was very erect the whole time and stuck with the belt of my panties and pajamas at the same time, so dad was not allowed to see anything, he was only supposed to enjoy the sensations.
I raised myself into a half-squat, over his thighs, and stood like that, while he looked at me with half-opened eyes in great astonishment.
I need to massage the front of your neck and chest, stomach dad, we said the whole body
I, of course, try to seduce my dad, half asleep, while my pubescent body, abnormal and hormonal, controls me.
you can lean on me if it's easier for you, sit down
Dad said.
I immediately sat on him, simulating in my mind that I was sitting on his dick and slowly thrusting myself, while in reality he was lifting his shirt over his head, took it off and put it next to him.
The massage started, the neck was gone in no time and then I started to feel his chest, all the while avoiding the nipples, because I was afraid that it would be too much for him, that he would throw me down for sure. I pay attention to his dick all the time but it doesn't move, I don't know how to cross that awful line, I was young and small and stupid, but I was ready to overdo it even if I begged him to put that dick in my mouth. Daddy put it in, insert it into me, can I serve you forever, now is the right time for you to mark me, that I am yours forever, for the rest of our lives, that you have me - are my silent thoughts, the deepest and dirty, that lead me through the massage of his hairy chest and beer belly. I wish he was tipsy now, or drunk even better, then I would ride him safely while he was half asleep.
I remembered that I hadn't massaged his upper leg and thigh well, I'd offer myself for the lower back, even a touch if he'd let me, ah imagine his hairy ass that hairiest row and pretty hairy bottoms that I've seen a bunch of times when dad would change his clothes right next to me, only turning around.
I got down and started massaging his hairy upper legs, he started to sigh a little as I massaged the insides of both of them.
My head was somehow very close between his now spread legs, my breath must have been hitting his legs then.
I approached his thighs now, he just started to sigh and in that semi-darkness I finally saw a half-raised dick, which so often visited me in the morning while I was 'sleeping'.
The outer thighs went by very quickly and I went all the way with my head and carefully rubbed his very hairy inner thighs one by one. My breath was hitting his stomach, his cock over his pants, a bit of his thigh, I'm sure my breath was hot at that moment, the inner animal was completely overpowering I believe in both of us.
could i take care of that dad, i know full body massage
I say very quietly. And continue:
I even know the ass massage coach showed it during a training session on Balić.
Balić is a water polo jerk.
in silence, you can lock the door, if mother gets up, we pretend to be asleep, you can unlock it for her, you're in your pajamas
Dad said quietly and then growled in the softest way
AND NOT ONE WORD TO ANYONE!
That was the last of his inner fighting for tonight. He growled but gave me permission to touch his private parts.
It's you and me dad, no one else
I said, he got up and stopped, while I went back to kneel down and start pressing his ass over the underwear. He leaned his head back standing there and enjoyed it. He was breathing very loudly, and I couldn't believe what was happening, the animal in me was screaming and dying to suck that old dick. How can I pretend I'm still ultra-straight by doing this so my dad doesn't make fun of me. I believe he thinks I'm just a little girl, just dirty enough and obsessed with my father to want to suck him.
I massaged his rear part over his underpants and after finishing that he sat back and I asked him to remove his underpants for the front part. He gathered his legs and pointed down for me to take them off.
I started to pull them and look at the thickest bush, probably never ever shaved, and it began to come out, thick, tough, at first hairy, then smooth, hard fucking dick of my father in my vision...
I pull the underwear further, and I see the balls underneath the dick and keep on undressing him all the way, where he stops me with his feet so that the underwear remains around his ankles and so he relaxes in the corner, and I take the first fist full of hairy balls to press and caress, my head very close, sighing at everything I touch him with my hands, with very moist and warm breath, while the father is enjoying himself, he is convulsing, when he looks at me, he is clearly somehow angry with me, and all the time he is sighing approvingly of what is happening.
I take the dick with both hands, admire it and gasp at it, from that moment to the end, my father clearly observed what was happening, with eyes half-open, somehow half-furious, half-dirty. From that moment the line was crossed, by both of us, I just didn't know how bad.
The head is very tough it is huge and completely wet, somehow slimy.
I counted all this as a dirty sports massage and considered touching the glans as some additional crossing of boundaries, but after some time of touching the lower leathery, tough part of the cock, I started to jerk off to my dad, and he looked at the cock and occasionally into my eyes very dirty.
I jerked him off quite slowly, and then I took the glans with one hand, wiped it all over along the shaft and smeared the mucus all over the rest of my dad's dick. Then I continued so experienced, because I was an enjoyer of all kinds of dirty porn as a child, to jerk off my dad's slimy dick which secreted more and more slime from the hole as I jerked her and panted wetly on her while looking into my dad's eyes. Sometimes he looked like he was uncomfortable, sometimes like he was angry, and sometimes like he was the dirtiest in the world and like he was going to scold me and want me to fulfill his wishes forever, I hope.
He was writhing, moving his hairy toes, pressing me with his thighs, gathering and spreading them as he fucking enjoyed my jerking off, and I, scared by his looks, can't take him in my mouth, but just jerk him harder and faster.
I saw that dad was going to cum, he acted like that, with his body he demanded that I tighten my grip with both hands and jerk harder, faster too of course, while he gathered his legs, squeezed me, moved his fingers, which he used to trample the lower part of my body that is on the floor, while I am between his legs. He tightened his grip on me and I naturally moved my head closer to his dick, and my body to his balls and the corner I was pinned against. Dad was unconscious in these moments, he was enjoying himself too much to perceive anything, he was twitching, and he kept his legs tight and kept me tight and very close to him, naturally bothering me, on my position while I jerked him off.
He was very close, it was a matter of moments and he looked at me, my head was very close to his dick head, which was ready to squirt.
I looked back at his eyes and started bringing my lips closer and closer until I took his entire glans, and starting to suck the mucus waiting for the cum.
He then gave up, closed his eyes and began to convulse and twitch, his toes clenched upwards. Daddy is cumming. Me, the little animal, poke the tip of that huge thick, wet dick with my hand, while I suck the head with my eager mouth and get that strong bitter taste finally.
Such thick sperm fills my mouth, my dad's dick sprays the inside of my mouth and throat, his hairy balls are tightly squeezed in his skin, while I hold them tightly against my dad's body with my other hand.
I try and swallow and swallow, while dad winces. That bitterness and sweetness mixed together is an insane taste that I have enjoyed before, in mine cum and cum from my relatives, but never this thick, this strong and this many sprays.
His dick tightened and sprayed my mouth and throat 10 times. And I, like a hungry little whore, swallowed and swallowed and savored the bitterness, as much as possible.
Dad stopped convulsing, convulsing hard one last time, at the hips and then throwing himself back to the corner sofa while I remained in the air with my mouth open,immediately closing and starting to swallow more.
I fall back on his cock, take it hungrily to suck whatever mucus and cum I can out of it that’s left.
Dad pushes me away, half stern, half dead tired, goes to the bathroom, and I run to my room with his underpants, which were left there half-full of spunk from before, half from now. I close the door, dad goes to the room, takes the new underwear from the closet, which I heard and then he lies down to sleep. I stayed awake with his panties to jerk off a bunch of times until I myself fell asleep from exhaustion but with his panties in my mouth and over my nose.
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