f****y Loving, The day I gave my Dad a hand-job. - Sex Stories

f****y Loving, The day I gave my Dad a hand-job.

'There, no one will see them now'. I turned and looked into the mirror, the transparent adhesive tape formed a cross on each of my nipples, to stop them sticking out. Mum had a smile on her lips, her awkward eleven year old was embarrassed by her bodies growing pains, 'You are becoming a young woman Mariel', she said trying to reassure me, 'these changes will become more evident as you grow older'. I was still studying myself in the mirror, my breasts were small, so small I was yet still to wear my first brassiere, but my nipples took on a whole new life of their own, and people started to notice them, and men were saying the dirtiest things to me, something I have not mentioned to my parents. Not surprisingly my periods started, and now my mind was full of sex, as everything associated with my bodily changes was designed around sex. My whole world was turned upside down, even my father, whom I loved very much, started being awkward around me, sitting on his lap was a very common thing for me to do as a girl, and seemingly within two months that had all changed, now sitting on his lap, had an eroticism about it, as I was thinking about his penis and how it felt under my bum as I moved on it. I knew Mum could see these changes, but she said nothing, just smiled, in fact I was becoming more clingy to him, as it made me feel more reassured, and my sort of invisible 'Lap Dancing', was my reward to daddy for accepting my changes. The night before we flew out for our two week ...

... holiday, I overheard them discussing me, 'you need to talk to her', said daddy, to which mum replied, 'She is your daughter too'. They were discussing sex, and daddy was confusing my bum gyrations on his lap, as if it were a prelude to my losing my virginity, I was 'Ripe' for penetration. Mum was teasing dad's awkwardness, even mentioning he was getting erections, and suddenly I felt proud that I could arouse a man like that, especially my own father. The day after we had arrived, I found I was turning heads, tall, athletic and blond, most of the heads were old men, and mum remarked on it, 'You still taping your nipples dear', she asked and dads jaw dropped'? I shook my head in the affirmative, 'I don't wear knickers either', I said, looking at daddy and deliberately touching his leg under the table. The following morning I was sitting on my balcony looking down at the poolside where they served breakfast, and I saw my mother walk on, without daddy. I followed her with my eyes and saw her walk up to a stranger and kiss him, as his arm went around her midriff and fall onto her bum, where he fondled and squeezed her cheeks. They both had frustratingly sat down out of my line of sight, and I struggled to see what they were doing, was this stranger a lover, was my mother fucking strangers on holiday. I got up and went inside, dropped my towel and pulled on a t-shirt, that fell down mid-thigh, and went next door, to mum and dads room. The room door was slightly ajar, mum must have left ...