My Dad: A Secret 20-Year Intimate Relationship

My name is Michelle, and I’m 39 years old. I have a secret to share with you, one that I’ve been enjoying for nearly two decades. My stepdad, John, and I have been having a very intimate relationship since I was 19. I’d like to take you through how this came to be and share with you the fun we still have today.

I’ll refer to John as my dad from now on, as he’s more than just a stepdad to me. My mom and I have a very close relationship, and John has been a loving and caring father figure to me since he came into our lives. I was just a baby when my parents divorced, and my mom had sworn off men after the abuse she suffered at the hands of my real dad. But John swept her off her feet, and we eventually moved in together. They got married a year later, and I grew to love John just as much as my mom did.

We spent a lot of time together, just the three of us, and John would often take me out for treats or on adventures. He was the coolest dad to my friends, and I felt so lucky to have him in my life. When I started dating, John was liberal about it as long as I was home by 11 pm. He even let me stay out later if my mom was working nights. But it wasn’t until I was in high school that I started to develop feelings for him that went beyond fatherly love.

I was 16 when I met Sam, and he was everything I thought I wanted in a boyfriend. But he quickly turned into a nightmare. He was abusive, both physically and emotionally, and I tried to brush it off as a phase. But it only got worse, and I finally found the courage to leave him. That’s when my dad stepped in and became my rock. He helped me get back on my feet and supported me through the whole ordeal.

Fast forward a few years, and I was 19 when my mom went away on business. It was just John and me for a week, and we decided to have a movie night. We laughed and joked, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at my dad. He was in his prime, physically and mentally, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. I thought to myself, “Maybe he’ll finally notice me the way I notice him.” But little did I know, this would be the start of something much more intimate.

As we drove home from the video store, John suggested we grab some beer and wine. I asked him if he was trying to get me drunk, and he just laughed it off. We settled in for the night, and I changed into just my robe, feeling a little reckless from the wine. I joined John on the couch, and we watched a scary movie. He wrapped his arm around me, and I felt a warmth and security that I’d only ever felt in his presence.

As the movie went on, I snuggled up close to him, feeling his warmth and the beating of his heart. I peeked down at his jogging pants and noticed some movement. I felt a rush of excitement and wondered if he might finally notice me the way I’d always wanted him to.

“Daddy, I’m scared,” I said, trying to sound as vulnerable as possible.

“Shh, princess, I’ve got you,” he replied, pulling me closer. “They can’t hurt you.”

As I leaned in close to my father, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. My hand had been slowly making its way down to his thigh, then to the front of his jogging pants, where I began to rub his cock. The sudden movement caught him off guard, and he almost spit his beer across the room.

“Missy, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with surprise.

“I never really thanked you for coming to my rescue that night I left Sam,” I replied, still feeling his cock with my hand. “I was so thankful to have you there for me.”

“You don’t owe me anything for that, Missy,” he said, his voice softening.

“Yes, I do, Daddy,” I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

I took a deep breath and leaned in closer. “Back when I was 16, I woke up to the sound of Mom screaming. I got out of bed and went to your room to see what was going on. I peeked through the door and saw you and Mom… together,” I said, my voice trailing off.

My father’s eyes widened in shock, and I could see the memories flooding back. “Go on,” he urged, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I watched as you licked and ate Mom out,” I continued, my hand still rubbing his cock. “She was begging for more, and you gave it to her. I was so turned on, I had to touch myself right there in the hallway.”

My father’s eyes never left mine, and I could see the desire building inside of him. “And then what happened?” he asked, his voice husky.

“You took Mom from behind, and I watched as you pounded into her,” I said, my hand moving faster on his cock. “I had my fingers deep inside myself, and I came right there in the hallway.”

My father’s eyes flashed with desire, and he leaned back into the couch, his cock throbbing in my hand. “Keep going, Missy,” he urged, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I watched as you filled Mom with your cum,” I continued, my hand pumping faster on his cock. “And then I saw how you slid out of her, and your cum and her juices flowed out and dripped onto the bed.”

My father’s eyes never left mine, and I could see the desire building inside of him. “And then what happened?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I lay in bed that night, fingering myself, wishing you would come into my room and fuck me with that lovely big cock,” I said, my hand moving faster on his cock.

My father’s eyes flashed with desire, and he leaned forward, his cock throbbing in my hand. “You’re so beautiful, Missy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you, Daddy,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

My father’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the love and desire there. “I love you too, Princess,” he said, his voice husky.

As our eyes locked, I leaned in and kissed him, our mouths meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel my pussy twitching, and I knew I was on the verge of another orgasm.

My father’s arms wrapped around me, and I felt a sense of security and love wash over me. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted you, and I needed you.”

As our kiss deepened, I knew that nothing else mattered. We were in this together, and nothing could ever change that.

And as we broke apart, gasping for air, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

“I still have so much to tell you, Daddy,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m listening, Princess,” he said, his eyes locked onto mine.

I smiled, knowing that our story was far from over.