I was born into a family that was very interested in physical fitness. From an early age I was taught long-distance running. Every Wednesday and Saturday was push-up and sit up day. At the age of six my father started building my upper body strength. It was a game to give me two buckets of sand one for each hand, then my father with time me to see how long I can hold the buckets keeping my arms straight and my body in a T formation.
When I entered middle school, I was encouraged to go out for cross-country running. I am physically fit. When the Boob Fairy hit my chest with her magic wand, my upper body muscles and constant bra wearing assure my D cup tits were firm.
The day before my 18th birthday, my mother was uncharacteristically nice. She took me to the best salon in town and had my hair and nails done. I had never been allowed to have my nails painted before I love it. Over the last year my mother allowed me to grow nails longer. She taught me to take your well. But before that day they had never been painted. They work beautiful sparkling blue. Finally, my mother took me to a store called naughty time novelty. My whole life I was never allowed to wear anything even slightly revealing. That day my mother bought me a corset, thigh high stocking, and bras with matching thongs. I had ever owned anything but white cotton bras (2 sports bras but the rest were underwire) and what I would call underwear rather than panties and certainly never a thong.
I felt sexy.
At six o’clock that night my grandmother picked me up to take me out for a birthday dinner. She told me the story of my birth. 18 years earlier, my father, Dave was dating my grandmother. Well, I dating I mean fucking. She said it was a real man. She said that she always liked it rough. And that my dad loved bondage, humiliation, and fucked her ass so hard she thought she would die. My grandmother said she adored my father and would have died for him.
After three years of living with my dad, her daughter Angie, then 16, became pregnant. Dave, my dad, and then fucking both of them for years. I can’t tell you how shocked I was, I had never heard my grandmother talk this way.
When my Dad fund out my mother was pregnant he moved out. They didn’t see him for months, the guy who owned the garage where my Dad worked told them he quit and left town. When I was 2 months old, my mother and grandmother waited outside the garage until my Dad walked out.
According to my grandmother, my mother cried and begged. She needed him. My Dad was pretty up front. “I would never have fucked someone (my grandmother)’s age if she hadn’t had a cute daughter. And there was no way he would tie himself down to some skank and watch her turn into a dried up slut.” According to my grandmother, it took my mother less than a minute to make a deal. She would bbe a stay at home mom, raise me to be thin and cute and then when I turned 15 I would be his.
It was like that picture where you look at it and see 2 faces until all of a sudden it’s a picture off a vase.
My life made so much more sense to me. My Dad had always been a very touching loving father. But he was also someone who would spank my bare ass for the slightest bending of a rule. He also loved to swat my ass as I walked by sometimes with his hands but anything would do. I got welts from a CB antenna.
After telling me a life changing story my grandmother took me home. Once I got home my mother waxed the hair from my pussy an ass. Then she and my grandmother left. My mother ‘s last words to her virgin daughter was Put on the baby blue bra and thong and walk into the living room and kneel on the floor, “Don’t look in his eyes”
I dressed as told and stood in my bedroom for almost an hour. It never occurred to me to pack my things and run away. I can’t say way, but I knew I had to do this, this was my life, this was who I was raised to be, my father’s sex toy.
Shaking, I walked into the living room staring at the floor.
