A few times, he checked out a patient while I was there. Once, a girl from my school had a minor operation and it was weird seeing her laying there asleep. I thought it was an accident when he opened her gown to check her heart or something and I saw her tits. He saw me looking at them, laughed and said I'd just have to get used to seeing women exposed if I was going to be a doctor. I don't think he noticed that I got a hard-on. He told me not to tell anyone what I'd seen.

But it started happening more often, especially if he was aware that I knew the patient. Like when Mrs. Greene, my history teacher, was in there. She had surgery on the side of her neck for something and had a little bandage there. She was still out and I was standing right next to Dr. Ramsey when he real casually pulled her gown up to her waist! I was standing there looking at my teacher's pussy!

She is probably in her late thirties and nice looking. She's married. She always seemed real quiet and conservative so I was really surprised that her pussy hair was shaved down to just a strip up the middle. The hair was light brown and real curly. Her legs were open a little bit and she didn't have much hair there, so I saw her her cunt real clearly. After a minute, Dr Ramsey pulled the gown back down and gave me a wink.  I knew then that he showed me her pussy on purpose, just to give me a peek at it. I had to go to the bathroom and jack off afterwards. Mrs. Greene never even knew I was there and I get boners in her class all the time now.

We never talked about what he was doing. It was like Dr. Ramsey and I had this understanding. He knew that I'd never tell anyone and ruin the peeks at women I was getting.

Then my mom had to go in for an operation on her wrist. She got that carpal tunnel thing from using her computer at work.

My mom is 42 and a still good looking. I admit I've spied on her a few times when she was getting dressed. But I never really got a good look at her. But at least she never caught me peeking either. Good thing, because she'd have gone nuts!

When the time for her surgery got close, I  kind of casually mentioned it to Dr. Ramsey. He didn't say anything but smiled and winked at me.

Of course, with my typical luck, when I looked at my schedule for the day Mom was having her surgery, I was assigned to pass out magazines up on the patient floors! Shit! So much for my fantasies about getting a peek at her!

But when I reported to the floor I was supposed to work on, the head nurse there said my schedule had been changed. I was supposed to work in the recovery room! I didn't ask how it got changed. I knew Dr. Ramsey had done it.

My Dad was out in the waiting area and wouldn't be allowed to see Mom until she was fully awake. Dr. Ramsey said she'd be given more anesthesia than some other patients and would really be out. He gave me a wink. I had a hard time concealing my hard-on.

One of the nurses in recovery nearly ruined everything by sending me on an errand way on the other end of the hospital. By the time I got back, Mom was out of surgery already and I was afraid that I missed my chance.

But Dr. Ramsey waved me towards him and made some excuse about needing my help with one of the patients. He took me to my Mom's little room.

He didn't hesitate or play any games this time. He closed the door and pulled the sheet down off my unconscious mom. The gown she had on reached halfway down her thighs. It was white with little blue flowers, Her right wrist had like a cast on it. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was sleeping peacefully. He pulled her gown up to her waist and then, with my help, all the way up to her armpits. My unconscious, helpless mother lay naked before my eyes!

I knew she was a 34D because I'd looked at her bras, but her tits looked even bigger as she laid there. Her nipples are maybe two inches across and the teat parts stick up like little finger tips. Her pussy was covered with thick brown hair that was a little darker than the hair on her head. Her slightly open legs gave me my first look at her cunt.

Dr. Ramsey watched me with a funny grin on his face. I'd never touched a patient before but now I took one of my mom's tits in each hand and squeezed them. So soft! The nipples felt like fine leather. Before I knew it, I had my mouth on the left one, sucking it. My hand was actually shaking as I put it on her pussy and found the hair much softer than it looked. Dr. Ramsey opened her legs some for me and I poked around in her slit, found the hole and pushed my finger up into her. I was fingerfucking my mom!

Dr. Ramsey quietly said, “I know what you want and you'd better hurry up!”

As I frantically pulled my pants off, he got Mom's legs further apart. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard that it actually bounced. I climbed up on the bed, got on top on my mother and tried to stick my cock in her. I'd never had sex before so it took me a minute to get it in the right spot. I finally got in the right position and pushed. As my cock went up her cunt, I think my hair stood on end. That's how great it felt!

I started humping real hard and fast. Mom's tits were jiggling from my pumps. I tried to make it last but it was no use. Real quickly, I started cumming inside her, shooting spurt after spurt, filling her cunt.

I rolled off her, totally done in and my cum started leaking out right away.

I was really surprised to see Dr. Ramsey standing there with his cock out, jerking off. He really had a big one and I felt kind of embarrassed about my smaller dick.

As he began stroking it faster, he moved closer to the bed. He leaned forward over my naked, sleeping mother and began cumming all over her tits. He sighed and gasped as he shot off on her. The last couple little spurts landed on her belly. He took his still dripping cock and put the tip of it between my Mom's slightly open lips and stroked his shaft hard to make the last few drops fall into her mouth.

We just stood there for a minute, looking at her. Her cunt was open and my jizz was dribbling out. Her breasts gleamed with the glaze of Dr. Ramsey's cum.  But she made a slight moan so we had to hurry and clean her up. Otherwise, I think I might have fucked her again.

We worked together and soon had her cleaned up. Dr. Ramsey used a syringe to get most of the cum out of her cunt but couldn't get it all, of course. Before he pulled her gown back down, I reached underneath and stuck my finger up her asshole, just to see what it felt like. It wasn't as tight as I thought it would be, making me wonder if Dad fucked her ass.

I left before she woke up.

From anything I could see, Mom never knew what I did. Afterwards, I was kind of worried because I really didn't know if she was on the pill. I didn't know what I'd do if I'd gotten her pregnant. But a couple weeks later, I overheard her telling my Dad that she had her period so everything was Ok.

Dr. Ramsey and I never talk about what happened with Mom and since then, all I've done is look at women. But if Mrs. Greene or someone else comes in, I might get the chance to do more!

Bobby was one of those kids. He had thick black, curly hair and sparkling brown eyes. His favorite song was "The Wheels on the Bus." His favorite color was red. He wore a baseball cap every day. He could hardly color within the lines and he ran in a rolling lope like an adolescent puppy. When we went swimming, he was afraid to put his face under the water. He also developed a crush on one of the other assistant counselors, Carrie. He walked around with picture she colored and gave to him, saying "Carrie’s my gurl. Carrie’s my gurl."

Bobby’s parents called me and asked me to stay with him one evening. His family was terrific! As soon as I came into the house, Bobby came running to me, calling "Dido! Dido!" I was thrilled that he remembered me. My real name's Diane.

I learned that Bobby loved Nascar. I also learned that he was very small for his age. His mother told me he just had his fifteenth birthday! All along, I’d thought he was only about eleven. Mentally, he was quite a bit younger than that. But I wasn’t an expert on special ed. I was just trying to make a little extra money and I was hoping my summer experience would count for something.

I sat with him in front of The Bionic Man and colored in his Matchbox coloring book. He went in his room and brought out that colored page from summer and chanted, "Carrie’s my gurl."

"I know she is. You miss seeing Carrie?"

He nodded with his lip sticking out.

"Dido, potty."

"You have to go potty?"

He nodded.

"Well go ahead."

He ran off. I heard a door slam.

A few minutes later I heard, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Dido, uh oh!"

"Just a minute, Bobby."

I knocked on the door even though it was ajar, and I pushed it open.

He’d made a mess. He must have gotten into his mother’s mascara. When I came into the room, he pointed to a black smear on his leg. "Uh-oh."

"Bobby, you need to take a bath." I turned on the water. "Honey, take off your clothes."

Bobby took his clothes off and stood with his hands covering his penis. He started to giggle.

"I’m not looking." I assured him.

I did notice he was starting to grow hair on his chest and his pubic area. I found a towel and a washcloth for him in a closet. There were several boats and a plastic car in the tub and he settled in and started splashing his hands against the surface of the water.

"Here’s the soap. You make sure you scrub that stuff off your leg." I walked to the toilet and picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper. "I’m going to get your pajamas, Bobby. I’ll be right back."

When I came back into the bathroom, he was looking at me with a funny look on his face. I looked into the tub. His penis was fully engorged, and he was poking at it. It was enormous!

"Oh Bobby, don’t do that. Let’s have a boat race." I sat down by the tub and pushed a red plastic speed boat across the water to him.

He put both hands on his dick and grasped it and forced it forward, looking at it with admiration.

It was something to admire.

At age seventeen, I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks. I hadn’t seen much but little boys when they needed diapers changed, or my ten-year-old brother when he rushed from the shower to grab a towel. I’d had experimental sex one time with a boyfriend, Henry, but that was a year ago, before his family moved to Portland, in the blackness of the back seat of his car. There wasn’t time to study his erection before he came.

I couldn’t help looking at Bobby's dick. The head was full and purple. The shaft was pale, a little redder at the base and along the bottom. It bowed from his lap almost to his belly button. It was beautiful!

I’d started dating my boyfriend when he was fifteen and his dick was way smaller than Bobby’s. I held the plastic speed boat and bumped Bobby in the knee. "Hey!" I said, "Let’s have a race."

Bobby giggled and got a blue speed boat from the soap dish. "Zoom! Zo-o-o-oom!" he shouted and started pushing the boat. I forced myself to not look at him below his shoulders and pretty soon we were both smiling and pushing little boats around the tub. His erection subsided.

Whew!

I handed him the soap and a washcloth. "Let’s get you to bed."

He scrubbed his feet and his bottom. I held his towel open while he finished, and then wrapped him in the towel. He dried off.

"Sippers!" he said.

I went into his room to find his slippers.

A half hour later, I was sitting next to the bed reading his favorite story. Then it was time to turn out the light.

"Kiss-Kiss? Dido. Kiss-Kiss?"

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "G’night, Honey."

He gave me a kiss back, and it was on the lips.

I turned off the reading lamp, made sure his night light was glowing and closed the bedroom door.

Then I stood with my back against the door and let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.

I got out my homework and started checking my geometry solutions against the answers listed in the back section of the textbook.

About twenty minutes later, I allowed myself to lay on the couch and think about what had happened. For some reason, it had never occurred to me that Bobby would have such a man-sized cock stuck on a body with a five-year-old mind. And it was a monster of a cock. Especially to me, with my whopping repertoire of one conquest.

I closed my eyes and I couldn’t get the image of that throbbing purple head out of my mind. I could imagine the warmth of the water enveloping his body, and see how he thrust it about like a fire hose. I could hear the babyish cry of his "Zoom! Zo-o-om!" echoing in my thought.

God. What a waste.

 

It was a couple weeks before Bobby’s family called me again to babysit. In that time, my silly thoughts flew to that image over and over. It haunted my dreams. I dreamed of Bobby at summer, needing help to hold the bat so that he could hit the softball, only when I tried to help him follow through on his swing, we were both holding that glorious cock of his. Then he was holding up his Matchbox coloring book page that I had signed and personalized with a happy face, singing, "Dido’s my gurl! Dido’s my gurl!"

The dreams were strangely erotic and I woke up more than once with a tingle between my legs.

Bobby was in the car when his parents came to get me. "Dido!" he called. "Dido’s my gurl!" he told his father, very excited.

I blushed, and climbed into the car. "I’m your girl now, huh?"

He nodded, a grin from ear to ear.

There were car races on the television when we got to his house and he settled in to watch, shouting with glee when certain cars were in the lead. I listened to his mother’s quick instructions for making dinner and then they left. I sat down to watch the race with Bobby and he grabbed my hand.

How sweet! Oh but how awkward. My head was spinning. I was having these crazy erotic thoughts about little Bobby and his big man-dick. Even though I knew better, did he know better? He was clinging to my hand, announcing that I was his "gurl" and I just sat there next to him and took it in. Since Henry, I hadn’t had anyone announce to the world that I was his "gurl" and even with Henry, it was pretty much a hush, hush, you-don’t-need-to-tell-anyone-that-I-like-you sort of arrangement. I was just a dull seventeen year old with raging hormones, trying to remind myself that even though Bobby was plenty old enough to have a girlfriend, he wasn’t "old" enough to have a girlfriend.

And I kept thinking about that monster in his pants.

I asked him to help me in the kitchen. He showed me where to find the pan and we boiled water and made hotdogs. There was jello salad in the fridge, and a bag of chips on the counter. I ate some carrots, but Bobby wrinkled up his nose and wouldn’t touch them.

It was different between us. Bobby had decided I was his "gurl" and he kept trying to put me in a position where it felt a little too intimate. He wanted to put his arm around me on the couch. I really wasn’t comfortable with that, and I kept changing seats, but he kept scooting next to me. "Dido’s my gurl." He was so happy! I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

And quite honestly, after a year of having no one pay me any mind, it was a little flattering. Even if it was only Bobby.

Then it was time to go to bed. I told him to get a book, and he picked the same one, about the baseball player named Fred, so I read to him while I sat in the chair beside his bed.

About halfway through the book, he started giggling. "Uh-oh!"

"What?"

His eyes were so bright and happy. He pointed.

I looked down.

Uh-oh. There was that monster dick again. Straining against his pajamas. I could see the outline of that beautiful head, just about to burst. He was twitching it with muscles from within, making it flick against his leg.

"Bobby." I couldn’t take my eyes away. "You shouldn’t be doing that. You need to stop."

I forced myself to look at the book and turn the page.

"Dido, look."

I glanced up. He’d pulled his cock out of the top of his pajama pants and it was full and draping in a sweet arc against his belly.

I started reading again. But Bobby wasn’t listening.

I needed to stop pretending. It was Bobby. Bobby didn’t pretend something was going on that wasn’t. In this case, Bobby wasn’t trying to pretend that he didn’t have a log of an erection laying on his leg when he did.

Then I don’t know what came over me. I ached to have Bobby be an ordinary fifteen-year-old with a dick that was throbbing and beckoning for ME. Me, a plain Jane sort of a girl who babysat handicapped children on Saturday nights instead of going on dates. I yearned to have a mature mouth kiss me and muscular arms that draped around me when I sat on the couch. I was so lonely!

I missed Henry and I didn’t understand why I didn’t seem to appeal to anyone else. I had regular-looking brown that fell softly across my shoulders when I took it down and C-cup breasts ready to bust out beneath my buttoned blouse. I had a soft mouth and I didn’t think my breath smelled bad. And I knew that given the right circumstances, my pussy would get sodden and I could learn to fuck like a wild thing.

But this wasn’t the right time. I looked at the HotWheel sheets on his bed. This wasn’t the right place. This definitely was not the right boy.

But he was took my hand. "Kiss-Kiss?" His lips were puckered, rather comically. I smiled and looked away. This was so absurd. It was absolutely ludicrous that I had hormones raging through my loins.

And he did too.

He might be mentally very young, but his cock was bulging and his crotch was sprouting black bristles of pubic hair. It was confusing. And if it was confusing to me to have these feelings coarsing through my veins, how did it feel to him?

Then I did the unforgivable.

"Take your pajamas off." I said quietly. He looked at me kind of funny, but lifted his hips while I slid plaid pajama bottoms down over his butt. His dick brushed my hand when I took hold of the elastic waist band. I was hyper aware of exactly where his dick was and how it was barely brushing against me. I wanted to play with that thing!

I took it in my mouth. "O--oh," he sighed. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. He was fascinated. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was hanging open. "Wow," he said.

This was crazy. What was I doing?

He didn’t talk enough to tell anyone what I was doing. Was I raping him? Probably. I looked at his face. Did he care?

Hell no. He didn’t care. He was smiling and laughing. "Dido!"

I licked his dick, swirling my tongue across the sensitive tip.

He moaned.

I put my hand on the base and directed it into my mouth. I’d never really given anyone a blow job but I had a good idea what was involved. I started stroking my hand up and down the shaft.

I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t take birth control. I didn’t carry a rubber. And to be brutally blunt, I didn’t trust his sperm to be normal and I didn’t want to bring a handicapped child into the world. So a blow job was going to have to do.

"Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." he groaned, matching the pace I was using to bring his dick in and out of my mouth. He put his hands down on my head and followed the motion. "Uhn, uhn, uhn."

Then I stopped for a moment to collect some more spit in my mouth.

"Dido. More." he said. "More." and he motioned towards his throbbing organ.

"Hang on a sec," I said, positioning myself on the bed between his legs. He held his legs rigid on either side of me.

He was totally stiff. His legs. His dick. The veins sticking out as he jutted his neck to watch me.

Was I freaking him out?

"Dido, more." he said, putting his hands into my hair and guiding my lips back to his dick. I took it into my mouth and started building some friction as I rocked my head up and down.

His cock filled my face. I held my mouth as wide open as I could so I wouldn’t rake his sensitive skin against my teeth. It hit me in the back of my mouth. I held the base with my hand so I had some control. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I opened my eyes to assure myself that he had his closed and his head was back on the pillow. I must be doing it right.

Inside my mouth, his full dick twitched and Bobby arched his back. He thrust his hips forward.

My mouth filled with his cum. It tasted like hand lotion. Well, it didn’t taste exactly like hand lotion, but that was my first impression. Definitely a new taste. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t dislike it either. I wiped my mouth.

Bobby writhed on the bed. "Wow!" he said, beaming.

Oh my God. He loved it! He was in total bliss.

I smiled. I loved that I had done that for him. What was his chance at finding a nice girl to blow him again? I was slightly out of breath. I was thrilled for him, and pretty pleased at myself for making him so happy.

"Okay, now. You ready to go to sleep?"

He nodded. "Kiss-kiss?"

I smacked him on the lips. I wanted to kiss him deeper, more intimate, but I had his cum in my mouth and I didn’t want to taste yucky. I wanted to kiss him deeper, but that would have been for me, and he wouldn’t know what to do with that any more than he knew what to do with his blessed hard cock.

I turned out the light and left the room. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. It was weird. It was almost like I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t doing that as myself. I was doing that as some sort of surrogate lover, like someone who was handing out her sex to those more needy. Like someone who wanted peace and love throughout the world.

I smiled at my silliness.

Then I realized the tremendous buzzing that was still between my legs. Surges of blood flowing to my genitals. Even though the blow job was amazing, and I’d loved the feeling of having my face all full of his thick cock, having his smell all in my nose, it hadn’t done much for me. I stepped into the bathroom in the hallway. I pulled my pants down to pee, then afterwards, I marveled at the glisten of extra mucus on the toilet paper. I wanted to masturbate, but that would have to wait till later. His parents would be home before long. I washed my hands and rinsed his taste out of my mouth.

Later, when I was in my own bed, I kicked off my panties and worked my pussy with a small bottle of nail polish. I inserted the bottle inside my vagina and rubbed it in and out, trying to match the pace I’d used sucking his cock. I was so turned on! I pinched my nipples into puckers and traced my fingertips gently up and down on the ridges and valleys of my cunt. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and imagined how Bobby must have felt when he buckled his hips and spurted his cum in my mouth. I thought about that throbbing cock and the way it filled my senses inside of my mouth. The smell. The taste. The feel. It took awhile before I got enough of my hand and the little bottle and I had to be so quiet--my sister was sleeping in the next bed.

The next day it hit me what I had actually done. Did I rape him? Oh God. I took total advantage of that poor boy! He couldn’t help that he got a big boner, but it was me who showed him what he could do with it. I knew better than that. And what had I done? I cranked up those latent sexual hormones. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just go out and ask another girl to put her mouth on his dick.

It was his mother whose job it was to tuck him into those HotWheel sheets at night. What if he grabbed her face and tried to force it down on his rigid cock? Oh dear.

What had I done?

I was so ashamed. Suddenly I felt petrified. I was terrified that his family was going to figure out what I'd done.  No, he couldn't really explain it with words, but he could with motions.  He may not be able to speak my name, but he could remember me from Summer Camp and he understood that if he kissed my lips, that might make me "his gurl."

But what could I do?

Then I remembered his "Wow!" and the absolute look of satisfaction at the end. He was in awe. Right or wrong, I couldn’t take it back. Right or wrong, he’d loved it. Right or wrong, he was exploring his own sexuality, whatever that was going to mean for him in his life.  And I had shown him a damn good time.

Three days later I came home from school and my mother was waiting for me, sitting with a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

"Bobby’s mother called."

My heart was racing. I tried to appear calm. "What’d she want?"

"She was asking questions about you. What kinds of classes you’re taking at school--if you have a boyfriend, that sort of thing."

"Oh."

I studied my mother’s face, trying to read between the lines. Something happened at Bobby’s house. Was Bobby’s mom turning me in for being a child molester?

My mother placed her cup on a square white napkin.

"Is everything okay with Bobby?" I asked.

"Yes, she said Bobby’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with Bobby."  Her voice had a lilt at the end of the sentence.  There had to be more to the conversation. My mother looked out the window. I could only imagine what Bobby’s mother said.

I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. "Does she want me to call her back? Does she need to talk to me?"

"Yeah. I think she wanted to know if you could babysit Friday." Mom looked at me with a strange little smile. 

If there was more going on, I wasn't going to find out from her.  I went upstairs, called Bobby's mother, and agreed to babysit.  They would pick me up at five.

Mom dated off and on through my grade school years, and married Kevin when I was in the sixth grade.  He’s the closest thing I’ve ever really had to having a “real” father, and he makes Mom happy, so it’s all cool.  I really do think of him more as “Daddy” than as Kevin.  I’m 19 now, and living at home with Mom and Daddy while I go to community college for a physical therapy assistant program.

Anyway, back to the story.  Sandi and Tim live in New Mexico, and we live in Wyoming, and Mom’s been jonesing about the wedding longer than Sandi has!  She really wanted to be involved in all the planning and stuff, and she’s made several trips down there to help out over the past few months.  I’ve been stuck at school, so I couldn’t go.  That’s OK – I’m only going to be a bridesmaid.  Sandi’s best friend down there is going to be her Maid of Honor.  Whatever.

Well, the wedding day was approaching and we were all going to head down for it (duh – like we could miss it?).  Mom was freaking over the last minute details, and decided to go down early.  She’d fly down like she did for all her other trips, and we’d drive down to meet her there later in the week.  After the wedding, we three would take a “road trip” vacation on our way back to Wyoming.

So the day finally came for me and Kevin to load up the car and head south.  I love taking road trips, ‘cause we always take the old Caddy convertible – it’s huge and steers like a boat, but there’s nothing but room in it, and on pretty days the top comes down and it’s like flying across the prairie!  Today was a pretty day, and we were both dressed for comfort.  I’m a “skirt girl,” so I had on my traveling skirt, and a t-shirt.  Daddy was in a t-shirt and shorts.  I settled in to the front seat and put my sunglasses on.

We got out on the highway, and I sat back and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face, arms, and legs, and the breeze in my hair.  Daddy and I talked about our first day on the road, and he reminded me I’d need to help him with the driving.  No prob!  I told him I was going to relax for a while.  I snuggled into the seat, pulled my i-pod out and put the earbuds in.  After a little bit the sun’s warmth made me relax even more, and I fell asleep.

I felt a little chilly a bit later, and started to stir a bit.  I kind of came half awake, and realized the sun had gone behind some clouds, and it was a lot cooler all of a sudden.  Still drowsy, I looked down and saw my nipples poking through my t-shirt from the chill.  I also realized the wind had blown my skirt around a bit, and I was showing a lot of my thighs to the world!  I also noticed that Daddy had one hand in his lap and was taking quick looks in my direction.  I decided to pretend I was still asleep, but only stirring – I wanted to see what was going on.  I knew he couldn’t see my eyelids cracked open through my sunglasses.

I snuggled back into the seat, and turned towards him a little bit in the process.  I know my skirt rode up a little bit more, and I wondered if he could see my panties.  I started breathing deeply again, and watched him through slitted eyes.  Pretty soon he was taking longer looks at me, and I wondered how he was staying on the highway!  I also noticed his hand move from his lap, and I saw the head of his thing sticking out of the leg of his shorts… he was rubbing it gently as he watched me sleep! 

I felt a warmth fill me – a heat start burning in my belly.  It wasn’t right, Daddy stroking himself looking at me, but it was still starting to turn me on.  I decided it was time to “wake up,” and to put an end to this for now. 

I stirred, and began to stretch as though I were just awakening.  Daddy quickly pulled the leg of his shorts down, and looked over as though he had just realized I was in the car with him.  I pulled my earbuds out.  “Have a good nap?” he asked.  “Yeah, I think so – what time is it?”  He told me we’d been on the road about three hours, and we’d be stopping for gas and a driver change soon.  I said that was OK, and went back to watching the scenery pass by until he got off the highway and pulled into a gas station.

He filled the tank, and I went in to use the rest room and buy a Coke.  Kevin headed towards the men’s room while I was in line with the drink, and tossed the car keys to me.  “I’ll be out in a minute – your turn to drive” he said.

We got back out on the highway and headed south again, this time with me at the wheel.  Daddy said he was going to “catch some z’s” this time, and he settled in to the passenger seat.  I put my earbuds back in, and was listening to my tunes as we rocketed down the road. 

Even though I tried, I couldn’t get the picture of Daddy stroking himself out of my mind.  The warmth of the sun combined with the warmth in my belly, and I felt flushed – as though my entire body was sunburned or blushing violently.  I looked sideways at him, and saw that he had fallen asleep.  I thought about his… thing.  I wondered how big it was.  I was sure it hadn’t been completely hard as he had rubbed it while watching me in the car.

I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, but could feel the moisture starting to build between my legs.  I snuck another glance at him, and decided to risk it.  I put my hand up under my skirt, pulled aside my panties, and traced the outline of my lips with one finger.  I was soaking wet!  Knowing I couldn’t risk his seeing me do that as I had seen him, I rearranged my panties and focused on driving… as much as I could.

The rest of the day went pretty uneventfully – with Daddy taking the wheel back from me just after lunch, and keeping it for the remainder of the day.  The sun was low in the sky when we pulled into the parking lot of the motel where we had reservations for the night.  We registered, put our things into our room, and headed out to find some dinner.

We wound up in an oriental restaurant (it was almost the only choice in town that wasn’t “fast food”) and ordered our food.  Daddy also ordered a bottle of wine, and neither of us objected when they brought us two glasses.  We sipped the wine as we waited for our food, and talked about the next day’s trip.  Daddy kept squirming in his seat, and I asked him what was wrong.  “I’m just a little stiff, I guess” he replied.  “I don’t usually spend that much time in a day sitting in one place.”  “Too bad the motel doesn’t have a sauna or a whirlpool” I said.  “Maybe the motel tomorrow will have one.”

We finished dinner and drove back to the motel.  We decided to get ready for bed, and watch some TV before going to sleep for the night.  I went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas, and when I came out, Daddy was already in his bed with the covers pulled up over his lap.  I could see he didn’t have a shirt on, but I wasn’t sure about the rest.  He had CSI: Miami turned on, and I hopped into my bed and started watching too.

He kept moving around in the bed, seemingly unable to get comfortable.  “Daddy, you’re really distracting, moving around like that.  I can’t follow the story” I told him.  He replied, “Sorry, but my back is really stiffening up after today’s drive and I can’t sit still for long.”  I told him “Roll over on your belly and I’ll rub your shoulders.  Maybe that will help.”  He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, and slowly rolled over in the bed.  The sheet and blanket were up over his legs and lower back.

I moved over to his bed and sat alongside him.  I started rubbing his shoulders, and could feel real knots in his muscles.  “Wow, you’re tight,” I said.  He just grunted and winced a little bit when I was too rough on his shoulder.  I continued to rub his shoulders, and began on his upper back.  He began to breathe more deeply, and I could feel his muscles start to relax under my fingers.

I noticed I was having trouble working on the side of his back that was further away from me, so I said “Dad, I’m going to straddle your back so I can get enough leverage on both sides of your back.”  He just grunted in reply, although I could feel him tense up as I put my leg over his body and rested my bottom on top of his.  I continued to rub his upper back and shoulders and told him he had to continue to try to relax.  In time he began to loosen up again, and I could feel his buns loosen up under me.

It was then I remembered what had happened in the car earlier in the day.  How he had watched me “sleeping,” and had rubbed himself.  I began to get that warm, flushed feeling in my belly again as I rubbed lower and lower on his back, and as my buns rubbed back and forth on his.  I could feel the warmth building inside me, and started to smell my scent.  I hoped he hadn’t noticed yet.

I continued to rub down his back to his lower back, moving my body so I was now straddling his thighs instead of his buns.  My fingers continued to trace lower and lower on his back, and I pulled the sheet and blanket down some to expose more of his skin.  Mystery solved – he was wearing boxer shorts.  I flushed even more than I already had.  As my hands and fingers started to work on his butt cheeks through his boxers, he said “Thanks, sweetie.  I think that’s great.”  I continued to rub his lower back and buns.  “Dad, my teachers all say you have to make sure your patients maintain balance in their bodies.  I think I really need to work on your chest and abdomen as well as your back.  It’s time for you to turn over, please.”

I raised my body off his legs, and he slowly turned over.  I could tell he was feeling better, but was still stiff and uncomfortable.  I straddled his lower abdomen, and began to work on his shoulders and upper chest.  He looked at me and away from me – I tried not to stare at him in return, but I felt like his eyes were becoming more and more focused on my breasts… I could feel them swaying back and forth as I worked on his chest.  I could also feel my buns rubbing on his lower abdomen as I moved to exert more or less pressure on his chest.

And then it happened.  As I was settling back, I felt him begin to grow and get hard.  I began to feel pressure from him pushing up the blanket into my buns, pushing at the panties under my t-shirt.  I felt the heat rising in me even more, and I knew he must be able to see my excitement in my eyes.  If he couldn’t smell me, my scent, then he must not have any remaining sense of smell!

I put my eyes on the headboard over him, and began to grind my buns into him as I continued to rub his shoulders, his chest, his nipples.  I could hear his breathing become more ragged, and I could feel him tensing up under me.  I forgot about telling him to relax, and just continued to grind into him, feeling his hardness poking at my cheeks through my panties.  At some point, I felt his hands on my thighs, holding me, caressing me, and guiding me as I slid back and forth along his body.

I kept this up until I saw his eyes clench closed, and felt his hardness jerking against my bottom.  I continued to rub his chest as his breathing returned to normal… I leaned forward to kiss his forehead, and then got up and dashed into the bathroom.

What had I done?  What would Mom and Sandi think?  I had just dry-humped my stepdad in his bed!  My mind was reeling, my body was burning hot, and I was dripping wet.  I sat in the bathroom for what seemed like forever, until my anxiety had lessened.  I still didn’t know what to do, but I knew I couldn’t stay in the bathroom all night.  I opened the door a crack, and looked out.  Daddy was still in his bed, but in the glow of the light from the TV, it looked like he was asleep.  I wondered what he thought of me now…

With many confusing and conflicting thoughts swirling in my head, I slipped into my bed and hit the remote to turn off the TV.  I didn’t imagine I’d get much sleep with everything going through my mind.  As I tossed and turned, waiting for unconsciousness to arrive, I noticed that Daddy seemed to be sleeping very deeply and peacefully…