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My Dad in the Shower: A True Memory

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: JessicaEyes Posted on: 04 Aug 2022 13 comments
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I have always loved to masturbate. I remember always touching myself in the region I called my "privates" from pretty much as far back as my memory goes. I remember my parents telling me off for having my hand there on my first day of kindergarten. Today when I masturbate my mind tends to stray to instances or thoughts from my childhood, most notably that time when my body was trying its hardest to be noticed by anyone who would care to look, around puberty at 12-13 years of age. I began to masturbate for orgasm at about 10 -- 11 years of age. I have two brothers, one three years older and one three years younger. I knew about masturbation probably just from the schoolyard. Although it was clearly understood that all boys it, I also knew it was something girls could also enjoy. I remember finding some porn on my older brother's computer and seeing a hard penis spurt for the first time and also what my "privates" would end up looking like. I had seen my mother's but not in this much detail.My family of six (I also have a little sister who is 7 years younger than me) would go on camping holidays at least once a year. The camping holidat that occurred when I was 12 was particularly memorable. I had started to develop breasts just a couple of months earlier. I remember being at my best friend's birthday slumber party and doing comparisons. I was about the middle of the field in breast development, but being honest now this was still not much more than the puffy nipple stage. But I do remember being very proud that my bikini for this summer trip actually had some work to do for the first time. The camping grounds selected by my parents were, to our frustration, the kind with no showers. There was an eco-friendly public toilet about 30 minutes walk away so sometimes there was also a need to dig a hole. To this day I refuse to dig a hole for any reason at all. What was awesome about this spot though was that there was a natural spring rockpool about a hundred metres from a surf ocean, so we had the best of both worlds as far as swimming went. And we all loved swimming.My Dad set up a portable camp shower next to our camp site. Only the adults really used it because us kids were spending so much time in either fresh or salt water that it seemed pointless to us. Still, if we stayed there a week maybe we would be forced to use the portable shower twice. It had a curtain which provided some privacy from anyone at the same level as the occupant, but the view from the top was pretty much open if anyone could get above the shower at all. I was still of a little girl's mind so would not think anything of going naked in the shower and didn't even think of who might be looking on. I did take notice of the likely spots they would be. I had always looked at my Dad as pretty much the finest example of pure manhood I would ever come across. He was, and still is, an attractive guy who has looked after himself physically. I had seen him naked a few times in my life and found his penis interesting without necessarily being a turn on for my early masturbation thoughts. It was clearly different to my brothers' penises, but still just this big hanging soft thing that looked all kind of useless. I didn't connect it to the hard ones I had seen in porn. But this was about to change. I found myself during the first few days of this trip noticing more and more the times when my Dad would playfully put his hands around my waist to lift me onto his shoulders or toss me through the air. I was constantly needing to adjust my bikini top for the first time in my life. I found myself wondering whether my Dad or brothers were noticing my new body. I didn't have any pubic hair that anyone could see yet but I did have some breasts, and I found that I wanted them to notice, and having noticed, I wanted to them to be turned on. To make their penises go hard. This shocked me, but I distinctly remember during that trip trying to make sure someone's eyes were on me every time I adjusted my top around my budding 12 year old breasts. One particular day which was the day before we were due to leave, we had a massive swimming day. From the beach to the rockpool, back to the beach again, we spent about six hours in the water on various floating devices and just plain being kids. I dove under a wave but must have not quite got there and it slammed me into the bottom. We were surf kids so this was nothing new. I hopped up after surfacing and took some steps back towards the beach. My hand automatically went to my bikini top to adjust any slight movement that may have occurred but all I felt was skin. I looked down to see my little breasts in all their glory. My top had somehow been turned around completely and the cups were now on my back. Not where my breasts were. Of course, I quickly sank down into the water and fixed myself up. I looked up and saw my Dad about two metres away looking into the water in the opposite direction. I immediately thought he was protecting me from embarrassment. I also immediately hoped he had seen my breasts, and liked what he saw. The day was almost over so we quickly made our way back to camp. There was the usual fight about Mum trying to get us to use the shower. We got a small reprieve when Dad said he would go first. I couldn't deny that all the wrestling and physical play, together with my new body and the topless incident, had me in a state of arousal. At the time I was probably only masturbating once every 4 or 5 days, but I was clearly in need. I combined this need with knowledge I had gained by being in the shower once already on this trip and quickly hatched a plan.My dad had stupidly, or maybe very smartly, set up the shower next to the sand bank which separated the sandy beach from the camp grounds. You could stand on this and use some trees as rudimentary cover and look down into the shower. This is the position I took up under the guise of looking for fire wood. My Dad was already in the shower when I got there. He, like all of us I think, started in his swimsuit and took it off in the shower to water the salt and sand off it. I watched as he removed his board shorts and saw that he was what I now know as semi-hard. Even though it was only semi, at that time I found it very impressive. My Dad started just splashing the fresh water from the tank above over his groin area. I thought he was just washing his penis and balls. But then I saw he was also spending more time than necessary actually touching his penis. And it was getting harder. At this realisation I remember feeling a feeling in my bald little 12yo pussy that I had never felt to that point. I got instantaneously soaked. My pussy flooded with the sudden thought that my Dad was masturbating, and that seeing my breasts was the reason. My head was spinning around trying to see if there was a danger of being seen by anyone where I was. I couldn't safely touch myself where I was but my pussy ached as I watched. My Dad stopped his general washing movements and now his cock was fully hard, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking it along its entire length. He seemed to change his entire body posture from being slack and carefree to being steadfast and purposeful. He stood straight with his feet just apart and his muscles tensed throughout his body. The only part of him moving was his arm. I couldn't help it anymore and no longer cared. I leant against a tree and pulled my bikini bottoms to the side to expose my bald 12yo pussy to the afternoon air. I put a finger straight to my hard protruding clit which I already knew was the source of so much pleasure. I looked at my Dad stroking his hard cock not three metres from me knowing that if he looked up in my direction he would see me even though I was between two trees. This made it even hotter for me and I knew I would cum within seconds. Then I saw my dad tense up his whole body even more and his cock spurted cum onto the wet sand at his feet. His body spasmed as he projected four great ropes of cum out of his gloriously hard cock, hopefully thinking all the time about my tits. I felt my orgasm hit within ten seconds of touching my pussy. I had never felt anything like it and it literally knocked me off my feet. It exploded outwards from my 12 year old cunt and raced along every inch of my body leaving via my fingers, toes and the top of my head. It remains one of my most intense orgasms of my life. I was a physical wreck but knew I had to move fast so I literally crawled away from the scene of the crime. I masturbated again in the shower a few minutes later, not caring if anyone watched me. This was the beginning of my life of watching and wanting to be seen.I have never seen my Dad masturbate again. But this memory remains the source of many orgasms, and has no doubt played a part in shaping my thoughts towards incest and the forbidden secrets we might think but never say.