With Thanks to Guinevere for Making Me Pluck Up the Courage to Tell You This

At that time, although a little flashing was fun, I still masturbated more in total privacy than I did outside my bedroom, although I was experimenting with masturbating outdoors.

I’m not going to go into the fantasies I used, that’s not the point of this. 

My family have always been very relaxed about nudity. I remember though how seeing my dad naked changed when I was 14. Up to then it was just my dad….I’d seen him naked for as long as I could remember, but at 14 something changed. Suddenly, and it was suddenly, he was a sexual entity. Seeing his penis and testicles made me tingle inside and I had to consciously prevent myself from staring. Sometimes he had a semi on, and that was even more thrilling. Yes, I know it shouldn’t have been, but to a rapidly developing 14/15 year old, a man with any kind of erection is fascinating. 

So, the day in question….I genuinely thought I had the house to myself. Alison was at an after-school club somewhere…mum was visiting a friend and I called out when I got home, but there was no answer. Perfect! I could have a wank and talk as dirty as I wanted out loud! Even the thought of that as I walked (squelched) to my room was intoxicating. 

Once there, I peeled off my hot, sweaty school uniform down to my panties. (I loved wanking off in already wet undies…sometimes I’d imagine the wetness on the back of my hand was semen that had leaked from me….) 

So, I’m lying on my bed, door open - why not, no-one else home, right? - and really getting into a glorious fantasy about my first fuck. Miss Brain was at her best and giving me a glorious wide-screen, technicolour, cinema sound fantasy. I was also being very verbal. “Fucking hell….your cock is huge! That’s never going to fit inside me….but I want it to. Come on…fuck me….push it up my cunt. Ohhh fuck that feels good. Fuck me….spunk in me.” As I said, I was really getting into it.

And just before I came, I happened to roll my eyes to my door, and there stood my dad. I have no idea how long he was there, or what he had seen or heard. He simply closed my door and walked away. 

Now, here’s the thing. We all know orgasms come in a variety of different strengths, and I knew my ‘cum pattern’ very well, having wanked myself to exhaustion more than once! I knew both ends of the spectrum, from the biggest cum I’d had to the smallest. I did briefly consider stopping, but the reality was I was way too far gone for that, so I just picked up where I’d left off.

My imaginary boyfriend fucked me and came inside me at which point, I came like never before….and  I mean I lost contact with the world! This cum tore through me like a whirlwind. It was savage - brutal - I both squirted and wet myself. It seemed that every little sensation ripped me a new one and kept the orgasm going. 

When, eventually, I came down from it, I was panting - something that no cum before had ever done to me. To be perfectly honest, I was a bit scared by it. What if I had one of these monsters at school….in class? Was I changing how I cum? 

Later that night I sat and thought it through. There was no doubt that it was purely that I had been seen by my dad. That led to some really good cums fantasising about him…did he wank off after seeing me masturbating? Did he shoot his load? Perverse? Yes, of course, but isn’t the perverse nice sometimes? 

He never touched me - never made any attempt to until last year on the tennis court when we just came together and fucked as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

But to my adolescent brain, the thought that my body might be capable of arousing a ‘real’ man to the point where he had to wank off was again intoxicating and made me feel so powerful. Did the fact that it was my dad add to it? No, I don’t think so. I saw him just as a male in that moment.

Later, when I got to about 17, then yes, there was something identifiably sexy about the fact that I could (maybe) turn my dad on. And when I would hear mum and dad role playing, and I realised they were using both me and Ali in their bedroom games, well…that just piled on the eroticism. 

After that event, I did try to recreate it. I went naked a lot more, especially by the pool. Dad would be there sometimes and always turn onto his tummy on the sun lounger. On a couple of occasions he would get up and quickly dive into the pool, and I knew he had either a semi or a full erection. I wasn’t sure whether I’d caused it or it just happened in the warmth. 

I think that the evolution into a sexual being is a delicate time, and sometimes parents handle it well, and sometimes they don’t. I consider that mine were exemplary. My dad, intentionally or not, showed me that my body had real power, and that my own sexual activities (and this is most important) weren’t ‘disgusting’. I know several friends who were caught playing with themselves who got hauled off to confession over it as well as getting constant lectures at home! 

Thanks dad.