I had always been the curvy one. The guys always had a soft spot for me. I played around, learning all different skills and having so much fun. I was never the one to hold back. 32DD and a large round bum, curvy hips that gave all guys something to hold on to.
My Mum worked as a Property Manager, so she was always on the move, taking business trips. Though my Daddy was faithful, it seemed obvious that he missed her.
My Dad is tall and not like most middle aged men. He still goes to the gym, almost every time he gets a chance, so he was toned and muscly. I wanted a husband like my dad when I was older. He was funny and smart and never took things too seriously. To say I admired him was an understatement. But I never knew just how much I thought of him..
When I was sixteen, I started going on chat sites, porn sites and stories sites. I had never read about incest, but as I read, eventually I started imaging MY dad. At first, I was horrified at the thoughts and didn't finger myself for days. But then once in the shower, I was very very horny, but I just couldnt orgasm. I suppose I just didnt have a good enough story line to masturbate to. So, I was desperate and started thinking about my Dad walking in and touching me. It was enough to drive me over the edge.
After that, I realised I could bring myself much quicker and much stronger, thinking about my dad. So I kept doing it, my guilt returning after I had orgasmed but not enough to stop me from doing it again the next time. Even at seventeen, every guy I was with, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was my Dad. It was enough to drive me mad.
One day, Mum announced that she was off for a full week, starting from next month, checking out some properties for a celebrity who had just moved to North London. As an only child, I knew me and Dad were going to be alone. I turned this to my advantage and cancelled every plan for that week, then I planned how I was going to do this.
Every night, I made myself come out of the shower with no towel around me. I would know if my dad could see me because there was a mirror in his room that was positioned to see that bathroom. One night, a few days after I had started my 'plan,' I saw him looking. Pretending not to notice, I stayed in the bathroom where I was, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. Just knowing he was watching me sent thrills down to my clit. I couldnt help but rub my boobs. They felt so tender and were already hard before I laid a finger on them. The cool air was blowing on my shaven pussy, so I opened my legs a little to let a draft in. It felt good.
Then I heard Mum's footsteps coming upstairs, so I grabbed a towel and went into my room, locking the door so I could give myself somerelease.
Every night after that, I did the same thing and my Dad was always watching. He had seen me, now I wanted to see him.
One night, my dad was in the bathroom shaving his face. I grabbed a towel and went in.
"Dad, do you mind if I come in for a shower. It's just that I'm going out in, like, half an hour, and I need one."
He looked over, "Nah, it's fine, Sweets."
His back was turned, so I said, "Ok, Daddy, dont look."
I stripped off of my clothes and got in the shower, pulling the shower curtain.
The shower curtain was thick enough to not be able to see, but thin enough to make out the shape. It was good enough for me.
I turned on the shower and started making small talk.
I knew that if he looked, he could see the outline of my body, so I started to play with my boobs. He seemed to pick up on this, as I could make out the bulge of his pyjama shorts.
I had made my Dad hard.
I moved my hands to my pussy, rubbing my clit. I bit on my other fist so I didnt moan.
Then I continued with small talk, so that he wouldnt know I was watching him. Very gradually, he moved his hand down to his shorts and starting rubbing his cock. I almost came on the spot.
We had stopped talking by now, very aware of what was going on. I slipped my finger into my pussy and slowly went back and forth. I didnt want to come too soon. Soon after, I heard a zip and I watched as his shorts fell down to his ankles. He clearly didnt have on any boxers, his cock was standing straight up and hard. I was gasping, I had forgotten to breathe. It looked so big, so tasty. His hand wrapped around it. I spread my legs as wide as they could go, but didn't pick up my pace. He did though. Soon his hand was a blur. I decided it was okay for me to go faster. I just couldnt wrap my head around the fact that we were both watching each other masturbate. It was amazing. I picked up my pace, wanting to cum before he did. The feelings washed over me, leaving me feeling slightly faint. That was definitely the longest, and strongest orgasm I had ever had. But I knew that it would only get better.
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