Daddy, am so wet

Aria POV."Hello honey, am home", This is how David my stepdad always greeted me whenever he's back from work, he was wearing a well iron pant and a long sleeve shirt, the hems of the shirt was well turk inside his trouser pant properly .Face more refined like a modern with a slight wicked bad boy smile. I've been crushing on my stepdad since i was young but i always thought it because he's the only one taking care of me or maybe it just my childhood fantasy, but it seems it wasn't just any fantasy,i always have wet dreams about me and my dad banging each other with his huge cock deep in my throat.I tried dating multiple guys to devert my attention but it doesn't seems to be working so i decided to stop It's been twelve years since my mom married my father,i was six when David turn my father and he has been the one taking care of me. My mom was never active in my life, David has been mother and father figure in my life, my mom is a business woman, she barely come home but David h

My mom came inside, kissed my dad on his cheeks before proceeding to go to her room, she was about to climb the stairs when she turned her head to check on me when she realized am awake. "are you okay. Aria ?"..she asked " I.......... .uhm .......am fine mom".I know the reason, in the past, i would have seized the opportunity to complain to her.But now, when there is a penis sitting in-between my legs expecially when it belonged to my step father. Eventually mom said nothing, she just turned her head satisfied and continued climbing the stairs. I let out a sigh of relief with great care then turn my head to look at my dad.. He's been awake all along. It down on me and the reality taste like charcoal in my mouth.. All this while he's been awake as I've been grinding my ass against his cock. The reality feels like nightmare i immediately wants to wake up from.What is he going to do to me? Will he punish me? Is he going to tell my mom I've been grinding my ass against his cock f

I hurriedly ran to my room, my heart skipped with every step i take and the moment i shut the door behind me. I sank to the floor.I can still remember how his long, huge dick feel like when he torch my vaginal." Am a sinner", I said to myself." I I'll just try to sleep" i heavily as i jump on my bed. "I'm okay, I'm okay. But what sort of long dick does my dad have? , my mom had to take that down her hole" I soliloquies. forgetting i too was about to take it down my hole some minutes ago.In minutes, there came a knock one my door. I ignore the knock and it's stopped later on, lost in my thoughts, i didn't know when i feel asleep only to wake up to my dad tapping me from sleep.Wiping my face,i looked at my dad. "Yes, but am sorry about what happened earlier yesterday", my voice low as i spoke, trying to avoid eye contact ."It fine, am sorry for doing that to you, now come give me a hug, my sweet girl", he said, Spreading his arms wide in the air for an embrace.I learned closer t

ARIA POVThe sound of his voice echoed softly through the headset, sending strange chills down my body.I slowly pulled the headset away from my ears, staring blankly at the phone in my trembling hands. My breathing had become uneven, and my chest rose and fell rapidly as though I had been caught doing something unforgivable.“What is wrong with me?” I whispered shakily.The room suddenly felt smaller.Too quiet.Too suffocating.I threw the headset on my bed and stood up quickly, pacing around my room while dragging my fingers through my hair. My mind was spinning wildly.The videos on my father’s phone kept replaying in my head.The hidden recordings.The secret pictures.The way he looked at the camera like he was looking at the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world not like his daughter at all.The way my own pictures were saved there.A knot formed tightly in my stomach.I didn’t know whether to feel disgusted, terrified, confused… or something even worse.“Maybe ther

ARIA POV Monica’s nails dug painfully into my arm. Neither of us moved. Neither of us breathed. The voice downstairs echoed inside my head repeatedly. “You should have left the phone where you found it.” My throat went dry instantly. Monica looked like she was about to cry. “Tell me that wasn’t your dad,” she whispered shakily. I wanted to answer her. But I couldn’t. Because honestly… I didn’t know. The entire house suddenly felt unfamiliar. Like we were trapped inside somebody else’s nightmare. The hallway lights outside my room flickered again before becoming steady. Then silence followed. Dead silence. No footsteps. No voices. Nothing. Monica slowly backed away from the bedroom door. “I think we should leave,” she whispered. “How?” I replied quietly. “My dad’s downstairs.” “Then call the police.” “And say what exactly?” “That your creepy stepdad is secretly recording you!” “Keep your voice down!” My chest tightened painfully as I stared toward the door.