He was masturbating to internet porn! I have seen pictured of dicks but never one as thick and long as my Dad had. I'd say he was ten, maybe eleven inches I was fascinated as I watched my Dad put some Vaseline on his hand and massage himself.
An hour had passed and I was getting tired of standing in the closet. I probably would have loved to touch myself watching this but I was trying to be quiet and my bare feet were hurting on the floor.
Another twenty minutes passed and I started to wonder how long could he jack himself without having an orgasm?
Dad bucked his hips into a wad of Kleenex. He stood and headed up the stairs.
I quietly stepped out of the closet and I was so like, uh, wow and all that. I heard the upstairs shower start to run. I grabbed the blouse I was looking for dressed as quickly as I could.
I looked at the laptop. Whatever he was jacking off to was still on the screen. It was a movie of some sort. I was too curious for my own good so I hit the play button. It looked like a movie from another decade, a digital rendering of something made on film, and the dialogue was in German. The movie starred a man with silver hair, he was in his fifties, and he was with a small blonde girl who was maybe eight or nine years old, and the girl was sucking on the man's penis, and then she sat in his lap as the man had sex with her. I have no idea how she was able to get that man's penis in her vagina, she could barely fit it in her mouth, but she stretched and took it.
My Dad had been watching kiddie porn and beating off to it?
What the hell?
But it was also kind of a turn on?
I mean, I imagined I was that girl, and the man was?
I closed the laptop. I couldn't watch anymore because I wanted to watch it all.
I went to the living room and waited for my father to finish his shower before saying anything. He was in there for a long time so I decided to be bold and called through the bathroom door: “Dad, is that you?”
My replied, “Hey, honey, I got sick at work and came home.”
“Are you okay?”
“I'm fine now,” he said. “I thought you were at LegoLand?” My father came out of the bathroom in his robe and asked what I was going to since the park plan didn't work out. I told him that I was going to hike and be back for dinner. I kissed my father good bye and told him that he should get some rest.
I imagined him grabbing me, kissing me on the mouth, and?doing the things like in the German kiddie porn.
The trail is about ten miles and after five miles the trail ascends to some high bluffs with a great view of the river. My legs needed the workout as they were stiff from the standing on the cold concrete. While hiking to the overlook, my mind could stop thinking about what I had seen. I wondered if my father did this in the family room often. I'm sure that he has a lot of sex drive and probably came home a lot when I was in school. I loved the look on my dad's face when he had an orgasm; he had the biggest look of pleasure on his face.
I could not get hisbig dickout of my mind either. I knew that I had to have it or I'd go crazy, even if I had no idea what to do with a dick since I had never touched one, let alone sucked one.
I know that people fantasize when masturbating; I have when I play with my pussy. I dreamed of being with Brad Pitt while I touched myself. No chance of that ever happening. I didn't know if my father was just fantasizing about incest or what. Helen? Me? Any girl?. He had never touched me any way that was sexual or made any kind of direct suggestion. Honestly, the thought of fucking my father and his big dick was turning me on. I imagined that my dad is soft, gentle, and very sensual, not brutal like the ugly old German guy was with that tiny pretty little girl.