I don't think what I did was that bad.
Ever since I hit puberty, boys were obsessed with my chest. At 13, I was already a C cup. By my senior year of high school, I was a full double D, and had finally given up on athletics, I played volleyball but my breasts became too much of a strain on my body.
However, I admit to enjoying the attention they always got. I'm quite proud of my breasts. I have amazing cleavage in any top I wear. Naked, they look really good too. I was letting boys peek at me when I was 15.
Now, I have all that back story because it sets up to something I thought I would never do.
My dad is awesome and a good dad. But he is also a guy, so I never found it too weird that I would catch him sneaking peeks at my cleavage.
For the past year I have definitely felt his eyes get more intentional with his peeking, looking, and staring.
Even though he would look at them a lot, he never touched me inappropriately.
For some reason, I decided I would give him a look. I figured Father's Day would be a good day (yes, I still live at home). So, Sunday morning, while my siblings were asleep and my mom ran out to do some errands, I walked into my parents bedroom, my dad just getting out of bed in a t-shirt and boxers. I just went ahead and lifted my pyjama top and let my boobs hang free for him.
He grew hard under his boxers and began to masturbate as his eyes never left my chest. He finished in about five minutes and I put my top back down and walked out. No words were said and the rest of the day went as normal.