I opened my eyes in the morning. I had a dream that dad and I were having sex. I felt a tingling sensation down there. I held my boobs and gave them a light squeeze. I couldn’t wait for it. I now just had to do something to make dad comfortable groping my boobs anytime and anywhere.
I took a shower and got down in the hall, my boobs hanging from my chest. I suddenly thought of a plan. All I had to do was normalize groping in the house. If dad could see mom groping me jokingly, he would take advantage of it too. So I went to mom.
Me: I’ve got a plan, mom.
Mom: Tell me about it.
Me: Dad isn’t still confident enough to do things to me without any reason. We need to normalize touching and groping me so that he joins in and touches me whenever he wants.
Mom: And how do we do that?
Me: You’d have to grope me very frequently.
Mom looked at me: Are you serious?
Me: Very serious, mom. I’m your daughter, so it’s okay. Anyway, you plan on making a dad and daughter, so it’s nothing.
Mom looked at me very seriously. Then she quickly held my boobs and squeezed them.
Me: That’s how you do it, mom. (I felt a little turned on)
She squeezed me again a few times, so I quickly gave her a tight squeeze. We both laughed. Then I quickly took off her top and bra, and her boobs jumped to life. She had large boobs with brown areola and dark brown nipples.
Me: Wow, mom. You still look hot.
She was shocked and quickly tried to cover herself, but I stopped her.
Me: I’d have banged you if I were your son.
We both laughed. We both went down in the hall and talked like usual. I made fun of her, and she grabbed and squeezed my boobs. Dad noticed it, and I saw some movement in his underwear.
This became usual. She’d spank me or squeeze my boobs or ass whenever she came near me. I’d do that, too, so that dad believes we both are just joking with each other. After it had happened several times, dad wanted to know the reason, and he asked mom.
Dad: Why have you been groping her?
Mom: You didn’t understand. I did it for you.
Dad: So that I could enjoy the view?
Mom: No. I’m doing it so that she believes it’s normal between parents and daughters. If I can squeeze her boobs, so can you whenever you feel like it.
Dad: So you mean I can touch her now?
Mom: Yes, she’d think it’s only normal, and we are doing it jokingly.
Dad: What if I can’t control myself?
Mom: We’ll see that. Now go and enjoy.
Dad thanked mom and kissed her on the cheeks. He felt grateful for having a wife like her, who’d do anything for his happiness.
I was sitting on the sofa when he came and sat beside me. I felt he was a little anxious, and I knew why. Mom had texted me about their conversation, and I knew I would soon get used by him.
He turned towards me and raised his hand but stopped. The environment felt serious then. Dad needed to lighten it up before he touched me for the first time. He signalled mom to come and help. Mom came and started tickling me. I was laughing like hell, and dad used the opportunity to cup my boobs.
I pretended to be deep in laughter and not notice his touch. He gently squeezed them. Then mom squeezed them. I was laughing and pretending to get away from them. But they both kept a hand on each of my breasts and pressed them.
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