I remember distinctly when things changed between me and my daddy. It didn’t happen slowly over time. It came to me in a rush. I didn’t realize at first exactly what was happening to me. I guess since I had never experienced sexual feelings before, I couldn’t identify them as such right away. I do know that I was confused at first. Very confused. In my head I knew it was wrong – so wrong for me to have such feelings about my father. In my mind I was ashamed and afraid – but, between my legs, it felt so good that I could not resist.
It happened on my 18th birthday. The first time I became wet for my daddy was like an awakening. Such dirty thoughts I had never imagined before came to me without abandon. The desire was so strong; I simply could not resist seducing my daddy no matter how hard I tried.
I used to be so innocent. When I had a bad dream I could crawl into his bed and cuddle and without all the naughty desires. When I sat on his lap, it was sweet, not dirty. The hugs and small kisses were sincere. I remember that Saturday when it happened. Everything changed in one day. I lost all control. I seduced my father and lost my virginity.
He was sitting in his leather chair watching the news that morning. I had just woken up and brushed my teeth. I heard the TV and thought I would go say good morning to Daddy. At that time, I had no idea what was coming. It was just another day. I walked into the living room having slept so well, I was feeling good and giddy.
“Good morning, Daddy! How did you sleep?” Daddy looked up at me and I could see him tense immediately.
“Sarah, what are you wearing? Put some clothes on right now!” His voice was stern and with a tinge of anger. It caught me off guard. I looked down at myself – I was wearing the same sheer cotton V neck T shirt I’ve slept in for years. Granted it has gotten a little small for me, the thin cotton stretched over my growing breasts. I had noticed my tits getting larger and rounder. I was developing much earlier than all of my friends at school. I didn’t know just then that my Daddy had been noticing too. My pink panties peeked out from the length of the shirt.
“Daddy I am wearing the same thing I always wear to bed.” I felt tears burning in the corner of my eye. I didn’t expect Daddy to be so harsh. “Did you I do something wrong? Why are you mad at me?”
His voice softened. “I’m not mad sweetie. No, Daddy’s not mad. It’s just that you are older now. Those clothes are so small on you. Maybe it’s time you start covering yourself up a bit more around the house.” He looked away from me, stealing only small glances.
I stood in front of him, still a little confused. “But why, Daddy? It’s just me and you.” I took a step toward him. “I was hoping I could cuddle with you this morning and watch TV like we used to.” Daddy’s eyes met mine. He was no longer looking away, just the opposite in fact; his eyes took me in from top to bottom.
There was silence for a moment. I felt a twinge of self-consciousness for the first time as Daddy looked my body up and down. He exhaled and suddenly that fleeting awkward moment was over. “We can cuddle, Honey. Just for a little bit though, ok? Then you go and change,” Daddy said.
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