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Dads? It's Not That Surprising

Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: Kate Age: 27 Gender: Female

Emotive though it may be, I do not find it in the least surprising that daughters may find their dad's interesting at some point in their development. I certainly did, as did many of my friends.

After all, there comes a time when a girl realises that she is a woman, and that women compete for me. I loved my dad and yet sometimes, I would masturbate fantasizing about him screwing me. (Usually when I could hear him and mom fucking)

I was around 16 then. I would sit on the couch deliberately showing him up my skirt. For the most time, he never even noticed, but I got a hell of a thrill out of it. I would sunbathe topless and one day I plucked up enough courage to talk to mom and dad about nude sunbathing.

They both said "OK, but ONLY here. Never in public." (As if!) So, one Saturday afternoon, mom was out and I stripped naked by our pool. Dad came out, but almost immediately went indoors again. I was lying there breathless and wet because him seeing me naked had really aroused me. Then I noticed that he was standing in his bedroom by the window looking right at me. And I noticed that he was naked too.

I pretended I didn't see and moved so I was sitting with my knees up and my feet apart. (Letting him see right between my legs)

After a few minutes of that, I got up and went into the house still naked.

As I passed his room, the door was slightly open and I saw him naked, but sporting a huge hard on. I pushed the door open and (trying VERY hard) ignoring his cock said "You coming down to the pool?" He said "Yes, in a minute". So I said "It's ok. I don't mind." What I meant was that I didn't mind that he was hard. What he thought I meant was "Ok, jack off if you want". So he reached for his cock and started to rub. I sat on his bed and leaned back, spreading my legs for him so he could see.

His eyes never left my pussy which I started to touch too.

He came really fast but I was not near enough to join in. I went back to my room and relieved myself before going back to the pool.

Nothing else happened for a couple of years except that we were more free around each other after that.

Then right out of the blue, mom left. She had been seeing someone else behind his back and just announced one day that she wasn't coming home. That left dad and me on our own. For about a year I would let him catch glimpses of me which I knew he then masturbated over, until one day I figured that I could do more than that and I quite liked the "badness" of the thought of dad touching me.

I remembered all those times when he and mom would fuck, and especially when they would either talk dirty to each other or role play. I particularly liked it when mom kinda put on this "little girl" voice and called him her sugardaddy. This usually ended by him screwing her accompanied by her saying shit like "Yeah.. fuck me daddy". All the time I would be rubbing my clit raw and cumming many times along with them.

So one night, after a nice long shower, I went into the lounge and just dropped my robe. I walked over to him, knelt beside him and unzipped him and gave him a real good hand job that resulted in me needing another shower! Then I took his fingers and guided them to what I needed.

That happend a total of eight times before he found himself a girlfreind.

Would I have fucked him? Oh yes, in a heartbeat. In fact, I desperately tried to make that happen by creeping into his bed one night. He never did though.

And what about me? Well, it felt naughty, oh, more than that, salacious, perhaps. It made me cum and it has given me a great deal of masturbatory material since. I know that some of my freinds have had brother/sister experiences, and as I said earlier, at least six of my freinds openly admit to masturbating thinking about their dads. I do wonder if some daughters enter into a kind of competition for the attentions of the alpha male in a family. I know my mom hated the way I developed and was always criticising me. Maybe that made me flaunt myself. I dont know, but the important thing is that I have absolutely no regrets whatsoever, apart from the fact that we never went the whole route.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]


Posted on: 2019-12-08 12:00:02 | Author: