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family 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, bahis siteleri canlı ‘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 it so, and as I knocked and went in, I called out, and heard daddy reply from the toilet, he was showering.I went back to his balcony and from bet siteleri there I could see them both eating and talking, ‘Can you see them’?I turned to see daddy all wet with a towel around his midriff. ‘Yes’ I said, and nodded my head at the same time. ‘I also saw him grope her when they met’, I added, and dads face fell when I confronted him about it.’He’s an old friend of mums’, he said in her defence. ‘Friend daddy, or Lover’, I demanded?He laughed, I think he was amazed at how adult I had suddenly become.’There is something I think you should know Mariel’, he paused then said, ‘your mother and I are ‘Swingers”.I looked at him confused, ‘Swingers’ to me, were something to do with music and dancing. Dad explained what it really meant, and by the time he had finished, I realized my mother was a border-line nymphomaniac, perhaps helping to explain my own unnatural urges, which at that very moment, were focused on my fathers taut stomach muscles, and what my eyes could not see, directly under the waist towelling, right now I wanted to see and feel my fathers cock, that’s why I got up and went over t him and took hold of the towel.Daddy stood rigid, scared to move as I tugged it open and stared down at his thick cock, as it rose to meet my gaze.’What are you doing Mariel’, he asked my throatily, ‘I want to look at it’, I said, equally aroused?Daddy said nothing, he stood silently as I pondered over his cock. ‘I want to touch it’, I said as I reached in and took him in my hand, the towel dropping to the floor around his ankles.I looked at his face but his eyes were closed, as my hand slid along his shaft en güvenilir bahis sitesi and my fingers tickled the bulbous head, now a deep purplish colour, the thick venous veins pulsing his blood to full erection, as I gripped him tighter in my fist, my hands white against his dark skinned cock.I wanked my daddy and he stood wavering and gasping, his breath was sporadic and his knees buckling, the time was right, and I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and stood naked alongside him, brushing his cock against my naked flesh, never stopping my caressing, my nipples pumped-up and rubbery, as I used them to titillate his cock head, ‘Lets go into the bathroom daddy’, and I pulled him after me, now he saw me in my womanhood, as naked as mum when he fucked her.I stopped in front of the wash basin and studied our bodies in close proximity, in the mirror, allowing daddy to press hard against my back, feeling his cock against my buttocks, I was positioning myself for a fuck, I was wet enough to take it into myself, and as daddy moved against my bum cheeks, I let his cock head go lower and lower as it slid freely between them, only when he was hanging-up on my protruding anal opening, did I reach back and bring him alongside my and start to wanking him proper.He roared like a lion, as semen shot out and hit the porcelain with force, not once or twice, but three times. I could feel him swell up and stiffen as he shot it out, thick and yellowish, swarming with millions of the same little tadpoles, that help create me, now lying in a thick grunge in the wash-and basin, the sibling jealously expelling her future siblings.So that was it, I did it, I gave my daddy a hand-job, and you know what, I will do it again because it felt good, and to all my future boyfriends, thank my father if you got off with a hand-job I gave you, because I learnt it here and you read about it.
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