Written by cathy
I was 17 when my dad moved us out of my grandpa’s house, just 2 blocks down the street. I finally had my own room. I was a wild girl, stayed out late and liked to have fun; yes that means sex lots of sex!
Shortly after moving in I got a job at a strip club with a friend. I`d come home late alot and sometimes not at all. One night I came home late, my dad was outside drinking with his buddies, so I sat down and had a few drinks too.
I was tired, so I went in to take a bath. As I was taking a bath I heard a knock on the door and then the door opened. I peeked to see who it was. It was my dad. He said he had to pee bad, so I let him do his business and thought nothing of it. I kept showering and while I was washing my face, I felt like I was being watched so I rinsed the soap off my face and saw my dad staring at me and rubbing himself. He had this intense turned on look on his face as he played with himself. I was in shock and yelled WTF are you doing in here? He said "shhhh let me look please", so I had my breast covered as he played with himself. He took my hands off my breast and said "you have beautiful breasts , not from your mom that’s for sure". I was still in shock as he started touching them and I was also surprised at how much I was getting turned on. It felt bad, but felt so good! He pulled his johnson out and started stroking it. It was hard and shiny. He asked me to turn around, so he can see me from behind and I did it. I don`t know why but I did. I felt so warm and tingly inside, and totally turned on at how he was looking at me. I turned around again and he pulled me closer and put his finger in me and began to finger me. I gasped and he knew that I liked it. I watched him as he stroked and fingered me. I didn't even care that it was my own biological dad making feel this way. I came very hard, I almost dropped to my knees as I climaxed. And as I climaxed he shot his warm load all over my thighs and it dripped down my leg. As soon as I finished climaxing, Instant shame and guilt entered me. I closed the curtain as he tucked his now limp johnson into his pants. I saw the shame in his face too. He walked up to the curtain and said, “Please don’t tell anyone", I replied I won`t and I knew I would never because I was ashamed of what happened.
Nights past and neither of us said anything about that night. But I kept replaying it in my head at nights and I found myself playing with myself while I remembered the look on his face as he fondled me and pleasured himself. I knew this was not the last time that this would happen, especially since I was the one wanting him now!
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