To explain, my parents divorced when I was very young. My mother made both of us miserable and she was such a total bitch that the judge had no problem giving full custody to my dad. I stepped right up to being lady of the house and enjoyed it thoroughly.
I didn't jump into his bed right away. That came gradually. Looking back it just seemed so natural, and still does. You can't put males and females together in such close quarters and not expect them to do it. I was young and full of hormones. Dad was lonely and stressed. He didn't r**e me or anything like that. If anything, I was the one who started it all. I knew what I wanted and went after it. I admit that I teased my dad mercilessly once I knew that I wanted him. I'd sunbathe topless when I knew he was home. I walked in on him in the shower. I let him get 'accidental' peeks up my skirts.
One day I sat in his lap and started sort of rubbing against him. He closed his eyes and let me do it. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed...until he came inside his own pants. That was how it began. Rubbing led to masturbating which led to oral. Then when I turned fifteen I begged him to make love to me and he did.
Over the years we have each had other lovers, but we always come back to each other. No one suspects a thing. The sex is good and we make sure I won't get pregnant. No regrets at all.
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