Unexpected

2 - Flashbacks

I ran. I have never moved so fast in my life. I just wanted to get away from there…get away from him.

"I can't believe I just got fucked by my biological father." I muttered to myself as I was hailing a cab. When I got in the cab, the vivid memories of him impaling me in bed and in the shower earlier was making me hard. "I can't believe I fucking liked it. Geez."

Suddenly, my mind flashed back to the night before. Part of my memories returned and it was so vivid, I could feel it.

I was riding him. He wasn't moving. He was just caressing my torso as I moved slowly up and down on his big pole. The deeper I went down, the better it felt.

The memory was causing me to leak precum all over my pants inside the cab and I was starting to show a wet spot on my trousers.  

Stop thinking about it. Stop. He's your father for crying out loud.

Then another memory hit me. I was lying flat on his bed, my ass was up. He was behind me, fucking me so gently that I couldn't help but bite the pillow my head was on while moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Woah buddy, are you ok back there?" The cab driver broke me out of my reverie. He was staring at me. Apparently, the moan I did wasn't just inside my head. I looked at him through the rear view mirror and I noticed that his eyes were wandering down to my lap. Shit! I didn't realize I was already groping myself back there while remembering the events from last night. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself back there. Careful not to mess my cab." He winked at me and smiled.

Even though the cab driver was totally my type, I didn't feel like flirting with him so when I arrived at my place, I gave him a generous tip and ran inside my apartment. My mind was on a roll and hooking up wasn't an option at the moment. Really very unlike me.

I immediately took a shower because I know I smelled like vomit. I still can't believe I puked all over his Prada shoes and his outfit that looked as if it costs more than my monthly rent.

"God, I'm such a mess." I said to myself while staring blankly at the wall while water fell down on me. "And to think I thought I could finally start a normal relationship." I sighed. When I finished my shower, I made my way towards my bed, wrapped myself in a blanket and wallowed in self pity.

You didn't know but you could have kept it in you pants, maybe.   If only you weren't such a slut, then this would never have happened.  

I thought I was about to fall asleep because I was tired of thinking when memories of last night came flooding back with vengeance. I think my mind wanted me to remember.

"Hey. Are you okay? I think you had enough." Jack approached me last night. I remember now that it wasn't me who initiated contact. Thank the high heavens for that.

"Don't tell me what to do. You're not my father." I giggled then smiled at him and took another sip of whatever the hell I was drinking that night.

"Ha. If I was your father you wouldn't be in this position anyway." He smirked.

"And what position are you thinking about, daddy?" I don't know why I said that. All I know that everything was already blurry then his lips were on mine. It wasn't like the kiss he gave me this morning. This was more intense, more passionate.

"How about that for starters." He said as he pulled away, then caressed my cheek and smiled his beautiful heart melting smile.

"Can you show me other positions?" I responded and smirked like a naughty school girl, but before I could hear him respond, I blacked out. I believe I didn't completely pass out because I could still feel his muscles carrying me out of the bar and the next thing I remember is me waking up, naked, in the middle of the night alone.

I remember walking to the room where he was sleeping, slowly crouching down then removing the blanket that was draped on his naked body.

I remember licking his chest, his nipples, his abs, gently making my way down to my prize, his dick that was slowly waking up from slumber. I couldn't help it so I started sucking the gorgeous piece of meat that was just lying there presenting it's perfect form for me.

Then I felt his hands on my head, his fingers gently massaging my scalp, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I loved it, but I wanted more, so I moved up, seeing that he's already awake, I kissed him. I lined his hard, pulsating member towards my awaiting hole and once I felt the head probing me I began sitting in it slowly. He didn't move. He just let me do all the work.

I came. I was on my bed remembering those events from last night and I came. Without even touching myself. Shit!

My father was the best sex I ever had. This can't be happening.