It was not long after my parents moved apart that Dad announced to me that he was a nudist.
I had just had my 17th birthday. It was the summer after my junior year of high school when I began living between my parents in a joint custody plan. It was supposed to be one week at Mom's then one week at Dad's. They lived not far from each other so it worked out okay. One Saturday I had brought my stuff over to Dad's apartment to stay for a week there.
"Beth, I'd like to ask you about something," dad said in a serious tone.
"Okay," I said hoping it wasn't another "do good in school" talk. I had slipped a little in my schoolwork and was taking one summer school class to catch up.
"I've been a nudist when I've had the chance to be for a while now and am thinking of being a nudist more of the time now that me and your mom have split up."
Well this was something new! Dad wasn't nude around the house when we were all together. Although I had seen by accident in the hallway a couple times. I thought that was natural as we lived in the same house and things like that can happen.
"Would you be okay with it if I was nude some of the time while you are here also?"
It was a surprising question but I wanted to seem calm and mature. "Okay, I guess so," was my in depth response.
That day went along like any other day. I watched TV, visited at a friend's and then went back to Dad's and went to my room to sleep. The next morning it was Sunday and no work or school for me and Dad. I got dressed and went out to the front room. Dad was naked.
"Did you have a good sleep?" he asked like he would ask any day.
"Yes, sure." I was going to act normal too. After all I was an adult now, or so I thought.
"Okay, what are your plans today?"
"Not much I guess, I might go to the mall and look around." We both were forcing a normal conversation.
"Now, honey, if it bothers you that I'm naked you let me know."
"It's okay," I said.
Dad added one more thing: "You know you don't have to wear anything either." Then he laughed like he'd just told a joke. I laughed back.
As the summer went on Dad was naked most of the time when I was visiting. I admit I looked forward to seeing him nude. He was nice looking. Girlfriends had told me before that they thought my dad looked good. He looked fit for a guy 43.
He was going to his nudist resort sometimes and it was obvious because he had a nice tan. I started wearing less too. I was wearing my cutoff jeans a lot. I had cut some jeans as much as I could to still keep covered in the places where it mattered. Dad was saying I looked nice each time I wore them. I even cut off another half inch or so of material after I thought I couldn't cut any more. I was wearing just panties and a tee shirt around sleep times too.
Dad started being hard more often also. His cock always looked nice but I wouldn't have thought it would get this big. My virgin days were behind me and I had seen some guys but they didn't have a nice one like dad. His length was maybe seven inches but I was struck by how thick it was. Nice looking veins running through it too.
He would sometimes apologize when it was hard but I would just say, "It's okay," or just roll my eyes and smile a little. There were times when I would maybe be wearing my cutoffs or panties and he would be standing in front of me naked and hard as a rock and pointing straight up. Our "normal" conversations continued. We might be talking about the weather while Dad stood there solid hard and oozing precum.
I started letting Dad see me nude. It seemed silly now but at first I was acting as if it was an accident. One time I heard him in the bathroom at night so I walked out into the hall and he "accidentally" saw me naked. He smiled and walked by into his bedroom. Then I started walking into the kitchen in the morning "not knowing he was awake yet." He would make a point to compliment me and I wouldn't retreat to my room until a few minutes had passed.
It was one of those summer mornings that I caught Dad masturbating. I walked quietly down the hall, naked and ready to be "surprised" that he was there. When I first saw him he was facing away from me, standing in the kitchen. He was clearly stroking himself although I didn't have a clear view. I stood motionless for a moment. I guess he heard something because he turned towards me and was immediately embarrassed. "Oh, baby! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you would be coming out here so early!"
I shook my head. "It's okay, Dad. I know how guys need to do that sometimes."
He was getting over the initial shock of me catching him. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable for any reason when you visit."
We were both in the kitchen now. I walked to the cabinet and was getting a coffee mug. Dad was watching me while he stood there solid hard. A little drip was trickling down his cock. "You look so nice baby! You have gotten so tan!"
"Well, I told you before that my friend Amy has that nice backyard with the big fence. We don't always have to wear our bikinis." I turned and lingered at the coffee pot pouring my coffee. I was proud of my suntan now that it was darker. Dad was getting a nice view of my nicely browned tight butt. I turned around and faced him. I leaned back against the counter having a sip of coffee. My boobs and hairless pussy were there for him to see.
Dad touched his cock just a little. Not stroking, just letting his hand brush against himself. I still stood there sipping my coffee. He was stroking just a little now. I kept watching. We weren't saying anything and I wasn't reacting at all to what he was doing. That was my way of saying he could keep going.
He was stroking harder now. I couldn't believe this was happening. My dad was standing in front of me five feet away jacking off! This went on for just a few minutes. He started getting that look on his face. I knew he was close. He bent over slightly and grimaced. A stream of cum shot in my direction. It had such nice force behind it that it almost reached me. A nice pattern of cum continued to form on the kitchen floor. It was so much! He must have needed that so bad and I was happy that I helped.
I could see the look of regret in his eyes right afterwards. I didn't want him to feel bad that this had happened. It was so hot! It was time to act as if it was no big deal. I turned and topped off my coffee cup. "I guess I better get ready to go to my class."
Dad found words after a moment. "Uhhh okay, baby...I can make something quick for breakfast."
I walked down the hallway with a big smile.
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