From one deviant to another, here's a story of repressed lust spilling out at the instigation of a little family game of Monotony.
I’m Bob, and I’m a single parent. Hi. I have a teenage daughter named Dillian. I’ve always felt very protective of Dillian. She had been an average looking kid, big boned but never particularly overweight. She always had average grades, was never in with the popular kids, or ever with really any other kids. And she never developed any notable outside interests. So I looked out for her, kept her out of trouble as an aimless youth, you know, kept her under my wing as it were.
As Dillian started to enter into adulthood, she was blossoming into quite a gorgeous woman, at least extremely gorgeous to me. Eye of the beholder perhaps, but I think I’m right. So when the womanly features started to bloom out, then I really had my hands full. Here she was, sporting a pair of sumptuous C-cups, the cutest face, naturally fluffy golden brown hair, with lips to die for, and in all ways quite desirable. I was constantly aroused by her hanging around the house in the skimpiest of underwear or lingerie, never naked or even topless mind you, but usually a lot of succulent flesh casually on display.
I admit it, I had the hots for her. I had the hots for my sweet, sexy daughter. I wanted her. Who wouldn’t? That was just simple biology. Man see woman, man get boner, man go back to cave and whack off like crazy. But I swear, I never did anything about it, beyond jacking my dick in private. I mean, well, I did that a lot, thinking about her, fantasizing about fucking her every which way, having her cute lips wrapped around my cock, the whole range of depraved thoughts of the non-violent variety. And I still don’t see anything wrong with that. But I didn’t want to burden her with my inappropriate desires, so I never did.
It seemed to me that maybe Dillian could at least get married off as some kind of unskilled trophy wife. But no, she just wanted to stay with me, nothing else. I never questioned why she wanted so much to remain at home. Honestly I didn’t mind at all having her there. In addition to enjoying her basic sexy presence, I did really love her for the special, loyal daughter she was. I had strong genuine feelings for the girl, and I liked that she knew she could depend on me. I practically worshipped her, which happens to be the meaning of the sweet name we gave her when she was born, Dillian.
About 19 years and one failed marriage later, I came into our den about noonish on a Saturday and found Dillian relaxing there on the sofa in a lacy black bra and matching black panties. My cock stiffened a little at the sight of her. My pleasant arousal was no more unusual then her nonchalant sexy display. I asked her what her plans for the day might be. Dillian took her nose out of the game she was playing on her phone, swung around facing me, and looked at me with those big deep-blue eyes of hers. She told me, “I’m bored, Daddy.” Then she suggested cheerily that maybe we could play a little game of Monotony, to pass the time.
Now, okay I have nothing against the nation’s favorite board game, but at that moment I was feeling a bit bored with the game, so to speak, after several hundred lifetime sittings. But then, out of the blue, I suddenly had what seemed like a promising idea. I didn’t know right then whether it would go over, but at least it wouldn’t be seen as boring, not for either of us. And I pitched it. Nothing ventured, you know.
I opened with: “So, Dillian, we’ve been playing Monotony since you were a kid. And generally, it’s a kid’s game, right? It is. But you’re becoming an adult now.” I paused to let that sink in. “I don’t know if you know this, but there’s an adult version of Monotony.”
I saw Dillian visibly perk up, evidently out of overflowing curiosity. “An adult version?” she asked. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“Well of course most kids don’t know about the adult version. But it’s a thing adults play, because we’re adults.” I hadn’t thought this out, I mean how exactly to say it, but I could see she was more curious than ever at that point. She didn’t want to miss out on being an adult, as long as it didn’t get to be something that’s no fun. I went on. “So yeah, the adult version is a lot like the kids version. You roll the dice, land on properties and sometimes go directly to jail.” She giggled. But in the adult version, when you land on a property with any number of houses you don’t give the owner your game bucks. Instead, you take off a piece of clothing.”
Dillian’s mouth and eyes went wide. “Take off a...!”
I rolled hard ahead, “And if you land on a hotel, you take off everything.” She seemed immersed in thought. Continuing, “I know, I know. I mean yeah, this is the version for adults, and you’re maybe not quite there yet.” Of course, I was being just a bit devious. And I admit the constant suggestive sight of her legs, her ass, her cleavage, and everything else she had been flaunting around the house had been seriously wearing down the modesty I was trying so strenuously to cultivate. And also, really, it seemed to me she needed some kind of big push to break out of her non-routine, let’s say. Well, she did. That’s one thing I was thinking at the time, albeit it was at least partly a brazen rationalization..
She spoke. “So, uh, Daddy, you mean that would be the rule for both of us then.” Knowing her as I do, I could tell she was feeling some excitement about the prospect of one or both of us getting stark raving naked in front of the other. A little smile came to her lips. “I think I want to try it, Daddy. I want to try the adult version. I’ll be right back.” She seemed abruptly energized. She hopped off the leather sofa and disappeared into the next room.
When Dillian returned, she was carrying our old dilapidated Monotony box and was wearing a lot more clothing, including a frumpy sweater, shear light brown stockings, fuzzy slippers... all together 6 new pieces of clothing in addition to the 2 bits of underwear from a few minutes earlier. Counting quickly, I determined she was now wearing exactly the same quantity of clothing as me. It seems Dillian had been eying me more closely than I suspected. I shot her a bemused look, and found her grinning confidently at me.
Dillian busied herself with setting up the board in the middle of the floor. We both settled in, down on the carpet, the same as we so often had done for years. Play proceeded innocently enough. But there was definitely electricity in the air. After a while, we both acquired some little green houses. I lost my socks and shoes. Dillian gave up the slippers and one stocking. While taking it off, she moved in a slinky way that was quite arousing to me, while she gazed mysteriously into my eyes. Of course, I had seen her in her panties before around the house, but the upskirt view she was giving me during the stocking removal was so sexy. Her kittenish smile broadened to one of distinct enjoyment as she caught me staring. “I think I’m liking this thing that adults play,” she purred. We made eye contact, and I started to understand that Dillian was actively wishing for more sexy excitement with every roll of the dice.
Nevertheless, our game seemed to drag out more than I had wanted. I admit I was getting ahead of myself with some nervous impatience. And then it happened. I got hotels on all three of the light blue properties. Dillian’s game piece was busily approaching the light blue area. She counted it out nervously and landed on the first of the three hotels.
Our eyes met. “Moment of truth,” I intoned. She let out a long sigh. Jutting her hip out, she slid her remaining stocking off of her shapely leg, tossed it aside, and rose to her knees. Her knees were slightly spread apart, striking a pose that I found downright epic. Hardly taking her eyes off of my eager face, she slowly undid the wrap-around skirt she’d thrown on when she had left the room. She let it drop to the floor. Then she pulled off the lumpy sweater. Nothing particularly new to see, so far, but she looked radiant, and we were both on pins and needles.
The real moment of truth: Dillian showed no hesitation slipping out of the black lacy bra. Her juicy-looking tits stood out proudly, looking so smooth and suckable, the nipples jutting out like hard candy. And it really was the first time I had seen those shapely tits in full glory. I strenuously and successfully resisted an unwise urge to reach out and fondle them. Dillian threw the dainty bra straight at my face. I gasped – a gasp that was a bit overdue, really – and I let the bra drop to the carpet, as Dillian laughed out loud.
The atmosphere turned decidedly serious. Dillian trembled – slightly but noticeably. We both knew what was coming. She seemed to be having problems starting with the panties. Her hands were clasped together in front of her. I had to say something. “What is it, sweety? Do you need to stop?”
“No no!” she blurted out, “It’s not that. I’m just going over in my mind if I should tell you what I’m thinking about this.” She paused. “Okay, Daddy, so... I want you to be the one to pull them down.”
I gasped again, expelling a considerable amount of breath. “What – your, your panties? You want me to pull your black lacy panties off of your legs?”
Nodding, she continued: “If I pull them down the way I would do it myself, that just seems real boring, you know? Like I’m some little girl embarrassed about her body. Well I’m not. And I’m getting into the adult thing with this, okay Daddy?” I stuttered some kind of throat clearing sound. My daughter had more to say: “I need to feel like a woman, like I’m desirable as a woman, I mean if you’re the one who does it.” Knowing Dillian’s somewhat odd ways, it kind of made sense to me, in an odd and frankly very sexy way.
I reached out, and we joined hands, pulling each other to our feet. “Well then, Sweety,” I said as we both reached a standing position, “I am proud and pleased to do the honors.” Stepping around the board, I came close to my lovely daughter, kissed her on the cheek, looked her right in the eye, and slowly dropped to my knees in front of her. I wanted to ask her if she was sure of this. Normally, I think I would have, but I didn’t want to give her an easy excuse to back out.
Gripping either side of her lacy black panties, right in front of my face, I pulled the waist band outward to the sides. Now it was my turn to tremble, but somehow I kept it together. I glanced up and saw an almost triumphant look on Dillian’s face, a look I will never forget.
I pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her silky whisps of light brown pubic hair. Her clit came into view, quite swollen. I stopped briefly to admire her. She was way, way turned on by all this. Then down I pulled, ever so slightly. Her labia and the gap at the top of her thighs – exquisite! I felt deep inside me how much I wanted to bury my dick in that sweet pussy.
My palms rubbed against her legs lightly as I brought my daughter’s lacy underwear down to her dainty ankles. By then, I was mesmerized. I withdrew my hands and looked back up at her. This time it was Dillian reaching out to me and pulling me up by my hands. She threw her arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth. Her kiss sent me into a sort of sensitive La La Land, and I don’t think I did much to reciprocate. Okay, sure I kissed, I even moaned some, but I guess I must have been a little bit in shock.
After a few seconds, we broke the kiss. Holy fuck, what I was feeling for her! And then she whispered, “Daddy, I want to keep playing.” That was unexpected.
I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. “What do you mean, Sweety? I won. You’re out of clothes. It’s over.” I was trying to be nice. I needn’t have bothered though.
“No, Daddy, I didn’t get to see you with your clothes off. I mean, can you put yourself in my place for just a minute?” (Oh I most certainly wanted to.) Daddy, there’s got to be some way we can keep this Adult Version Monotony thing going. I mean, we just need a new rule, right?”
I took my cue and started to concoct something I thought might be plausible. “Well, yes, honey, there, uh, is a variation of adult Monotony where additional ... steps are possible. After the fully naked one, the next one, if it happens I mean, would be the person spreading their legs and showing off as much of their genitalia as possible. And when that step is added, the person who’s not naked can get some chances to catch up, as I recall. And, uh, after the spread-your-legs one, additional steps are negotiable between the players. That’s because they’re adults of course, and they can do that. So if you...”
“I’ll do it!” she interrupted, “Yeah, come on, no prob.” We sat down on the rug again. My turn came, and I landed on one of her houses. I decided I could get the most mileage out of this by losing my pants. So I did that, accompanied by some clapping and cat calls from my dear daughter. And then she rolled a 3. Another hotel! “What!” she shouted. But there it was, right there on the dice.
Dillian seemed to shift again. She wanted this. I never imagined her so brazen. She moved around to an open area of the carpet and got down on her back with her pussy pointing straight at me. When she spread her fleshy teenage legs, I felt my erection pressing very firmly against my briefs, giving them a pronounced bulge, really more like a mountain. Dillian’s hands crept forward to her upper thighs as she pulled her pussy open. There is no question that her gaping young beaver was as wet as I’ve ever seen a woman get. Her inner pussy lips were glistening and dripping. She was obviously as turned on by this lewd display of her cunt as I was. My dick was straining forward as I could almost feel myself sliding into that beautiful wet gash between my daughter’s legs.
Then she stretched her fingers down and gaped her little anus for me. What was I supposed to do, think about baseball? A large spot of precum started forming on the tent in my undershorts. Her ass looked so invitingly fuckable! As she rose back up off the carpet, Dillian noticed my heavily spotted bulge and pointed at it. “Did I do that?” she smiled, lasciviously.
Getting ourselves settled back down took some doing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I adjusted my dick and looked at the board. Okay. We each took a couple more turns without incident. Well, of course I’m sitting there with my totally naked turned-on daughter right in front of me and an obscene wet bulge still showing in my shorts. But other than that... Then I hit another of her houses. Reaching out my hands, I decided to go for broke. She pulled me up by the hands and I said in a low voice that I wanted her to pull my briefs down. Only fair, right?
Dillian of course agreed to do that for me. I thought she might mimic the slow methodical stripping of her panties which I had so lovingly demonstrated. But no, she grabbed my underwear roughly and yanked the whole thing to the floor, with a wicked laugh. My 8-inch dick sprung out right in front of her face, and she licked her lips. My teenage daughter was actually licking her lips at my dick in her face. “No no no,” I scolded, anticipating what might be next, “Direct genital contact is not a part of this challenge. An adult learns to utilize self-restraint.” Was I turning this into a teaching moment? What was I thinking? I guess I wanted to prolong the build up and keep it going as long as possible. I could still get lucky with her hands and mouth on me if we continued much further.
“Do you want to keep going?” I asked. An enthusiastic nodding of her head was her only response. “Okay then, we need to work out what the next step is. Any ideas?”
It turns out I was not the only one there who was plotting how to take this a lot further. My baby girl spoke up: “Look, Daddy, I don’t even care about your shirt. How about the next one that hits somebody’s house or hotel gets a little of the, uh, what did you call it, direct genital contact, like a hand job from the other person, whatever.” I was dumbfounded, and overjoyed at the same time. My mouth opened, and nothing came out. This was lurching ahead to everything I had ever dreamed of. I nodded. We continued.
Dillian threw the dice. No rentals. I picked up the dice. I paused. I looked at Dillian’s sweet face with love and lust shooting into her from my gaze.
And then I just completely lost it. I lunged across the board. I knocked everything over. Dillian erupted in loud squeals of delight. I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her deeply, passionately, with a hunger I had repressed for too long. Our tongues danced wildly. My hands massaged her hips, her groin, her waist, her scalp, her tits, especially her tits with her incredibly erect nipples.
Dillian’s hands went for my straining, throbbing cock and squeezed it hard, pulling it, rubbing it along the entrance to her sopping wet cunt. Before I knew anything, she was stuffing my rod into herself and screaming, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big hard daddy-dick. Give it to me hard, Daddy! Give it to me deep!” I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. I pinned my daughter’s smooth, young legs back over her head and thrust into her over and over without let up. We moaned, we groaned, we grunted, we fucked and rolled around and kept fucking and kissing, and yes sucking on her incredible tits. “Yes! Yes!!” she shouted, “Do me, Daddy. Do my fucking tight little pussy!”
After a lot of this, and a lot of pumping and thrusting and moaning and squeezing, I felt Dillian shudder. She let out a muffled scream into my mouth, and pussy juice flowed onto the carpet and the game board, on me, on anything else that was there. The feelings I was having from experiencing that orgasm with her sent me right into convulsions of my own. I pulled out of her – or was I gushed out of her by the deluge of her flooding juices? Either way, I orgasmed in powerful streams of creamy jizm, mostly all over her tits, and she evidently reveled in the sensory onslaught of that.
After doing all that fucking, we lied back down on the rug, spent and deliriously happy, both with the sure knowledge that life at home would never be the same again. And hallelujah for that!
After some relaxing in each other’s arms, a little light kissing, a little dreamy fondling, Dillian got her face right up in front of mine and told me, “By the way, Daddy, I knew from the get-go that that crap about an adult version of Monotony was bullshit you made up. Aren’t you glad I played along?”
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