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I was so worried about sounding awkward and suspicious that I hadn't thought about returning. I also thought, how did my father have any money? He just got out of prison yesterday. Before I finished that thought, my father came out in shorts, yawning. "Good morning, girl. Eric said you were heading out. You're coming back later. It's gonna be a much more chill night tonight."Seeing my father in this light, I could see why women would go nuts over him. He was built like a ripped pro wrestler with handsome facial features. I actually felt myself blushing seeing him like this. "Um, ye...yeah, I'll come back if you want me to.""Yeah, of course, I want you to come back. I expect you to be here. Come give me a hug before you leave." I walked over and wrapped my arms around my father as he reciprocated my embrace. I have to be honest; hugging any man as we hugged would turn any woman into mush. I held my shit together until we separated. My father handed me a wad of cash, saying, "Here's s

My father said nothing. Instead, he gripped my jeans at my hips. He started pulling them down. I lifted my ass from the bed to help him get them off. Once they were off, he asked, "That better? I like your matching panties and bra. Purple looks good on you."I was nervous that he was expecting more from me. Although I felt like a dog in heat, I was hoping we were done with all the sexual escapades for the night. We had already crossed lines with each other. We could use the excuse that we were drunk, and it just happened. Anything further, I wasn't sure we could pass off as a drunken mistake. "Yes, Dad. That feels better. I can feel the AC now. Yes, purple is my color. I'm glad you like them. You bought them." I let out another giggle. The irony of his money paying for my bra and panties was funny to me. They were light purple and lace. If there were any lights on, he would be able to see right through them. I thought the light purple complimented my skin tone when I purchased them. F

Lisa and Dad experiment on the road.This is a story of fiction. I do not condone this behavior.Enjoy..*****Let me introduce myself; my name is Lisa, and this is what happened when I turned eighteen, right after high school graduation. I had committed to an out-of-state college. I was looking forward to getting away from my overbearing mother. However, I was going to miss my dad immensely.My dad was a long-haul truck driver who would be gone for weeks at a time during my childhood. My mom managed a laundromat that we have owned forever. Between my dad's work and the laundromat, they were able to provide the family with a good, middle-class upbringing in Texas. Mom was the typical strict, Christian mom for my older brother, Dan, and me. On the other hand, my dad was the reasonable parent who would hear you out on situations.Growing up, my mother would complain about my father being soft and how much of daddy's girl I was. While my dad would complain, she was raising a momma's boy.

I thought he was going to make a joke about smells. I never thought he was going to say he would think about my privates. Now, I was the one who couldn't speak. It was one of those times where a minute felt like an hour. Dad mimicked my toothy smile back at me as he started pulling his jeans up. Finally, I said, "Yeah...I have no comeback for that one. You win."The rest of the day dad and I talked about everything. Even though we live together, there was so much we didn't know about each other. I was grateful to have to spend time with my dad. As the sun started to go down, we stopped for dinner. When we got back in the truck, dad told me we would be at the rest stop around eleven. I decided I was going to take a nap until we got there. Dad still had jokes, telling me, "I hope you don't stink it up back there. You haven't showered yet today." Again, he cracked himself up as he laughed, himself silly."HAHA, funny, dad. Do you want to give me a sniff test?" I was tired and started to

I stayed in my sweatpants and tank top until we got to the rest stop. No need to put clean clothes on a dirty body, I thought. During the day, we stopped for lunch and then dinner. Whenever I needed to leave the truck, I put my sweatshirt on. Dad and I talked all day. I had asked him why he stayed with my mother if she made him so miserable. Dad told me how religious beliefs about divorce were strict. The more he told me about how lonely and deprived he was, the more I resented my mother. I loved my dad. I thought he was perfect, and my mother was not worthy of him.It was six o'clock, and I told Dad to wake me when we got to the rest stop. Our ETA was ten, and I was tired from not sleeping well last night. I passed right out.It was nine thirty when my father woke me up. "Lisa, if you are going to shower, it is time to get up. We made it a half hour earlier than expected. Are you showering?"I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I felt like I had just laid down when he woke me up. "Yeah