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My mother left my father 5 years ago, when I was starting high school in Tampa. My little brother and I didnâ€™t understand, except that they fought all the time and she was never home. I grew to hate her cause my dad was so gentle and nice to everyone. He never even really disciplined us that much. Not too harshly anyway.
After a while, I started to do all the chores around the house that my mother would never do anyway, becoming the woman of the house. I never meant to seduce my own father, it was a gradual thing. He never even thought about looking for love anymore, he just went to work and came home every night at 6:30. He was a tall man, at least to me, maybe 6 foot 3 inches. He had an athletic build and would play basketball with his friends on the weekends or whenever he could. My girlfriends told me they thought he was cute, for a â€œDadâ€. I was proud of him. The second summer after my mom left, I started to develop bigger breasts. I was going to summer school and hadnâ€™t bought any new clothes yet. All my tops were tighter now that I was getting bigger.
It was as if it happened over a month. I was a C cup, then I was double D. I didnâ€™t know what to do. For the first time, I wished my mom would keep in touch with us more than she did so I could talk with her about what was going on. Boys had always paid attention to me it seems, I always had Câ€˜s, so I was kind of used to it, but now EVERYBODY on the street seemed to be staring at me as I jiggled by. I started to like the attention. It was like I was hiding two giant water balloons under my shirt. My brother asked me when we were alone where I had gotten the money for a boob job. I turned and walked away. I wasnâ€™t about to discuss my boobs with THAT guy. My dad noticed too. However, he tried to hide it. I caught him looking in the mirror at me stretched out on the couch. Iâ€™ll never forget that day. I was like, â€œWow, Iâ€™m a sex object to my own Father!â€ Even though I didnâ€™t know what he was thinking for sure, I had seen that stare before. Almost like he wanted to take in all he could before he got caught, and at the same time, slightly not caring WHETHER he got caught. Like I said, Iâ€™d seen it before. That time, I quietly got up and went to my room, but the very next night, I had no choice but to sort of bring up the subject of my changing physique myself . I told him my swimming coach told me I may have to drop out of future competitions. When he asked why, I told him she thought my hips were rounder, and that my breasts were getting really big really quickly and that my performance in the water would surely suffer. â€œYour breasts are whatâ€¦?â€ he pretended not to know. I thought it was cute he was being coy about it. I knew he knew I was getting bigger.
The whole town seemed to know. It was nice, though, that he didnâ€™t want to talk about it, but I suddenly felt I had to get this across to him. I stopped doing the dishes and put my hands up in front of my chest and said â€œMy boobs are getting bigger. I mean theyâ€™re already really big nowâ€ â€œOh,â€¦â€ he said. Then he looked at my body, sort of taking it all in, and said â€œyou know, hon,..â€ he seemed to search for a thought. â€œSome girls get big boobs, and some donâ€™tâ€ He offered. When I heard him say â€œbig boobsâ€, though, I had a memory flash of him watching the movie â€œClickâ€ with Adam Sandler. Thereâ€™s a scene in it where this girl with really big tits is jogging down the street and Sandlerâ€™s character is watching her bounce in slow motion. I was sitting next to my dad in the theatre and I heard him whisper â€œMaronâ€ which for him means, â€œI likesâ€ then he whispered to my brother that the whole movie should just be that girl jogging in slow motion. I rolled my eyes, But I remember thinking at the time that confirms a suspicion I had had that my dad liked girls with big round breasts. I thought, what boy doesnâ€™t, but I noticed that when we were out at dinner or at parties, my dad would sneak glances at big bosomed women.
Wow! And now I was one of them. I didnâ€™t want to think about it, but I knew he had already gotten a good look at me yesterday. What had he thought. I suddenly said to myself ; â€œI hope he thinks Iâ€™m better looking than my witch of a motherâ€ â€œYour body looks perfectly fine to me,..â€ he continued. â€œ It would be discrimination if they kicked you off the team because your bodyâ€™s changed a little.â€ He was so sweet. â€œShe doesnâ€™t want to kick me off, she just doesnâ€™t think Iâ€™ll compete..â€ I explained. â€œHeyâ€ he said and quickly turned into me and gave me a hug. â€œDonâ€™t even worry your pretty little head about what some washed up old coach thinks..â€ I set down the dish I was drying and embraced him. He enveloped me with his strong arms, making me feel warm and safe and protected. Then as my brother watched television, something odd happened. We had stopped talking and were just standing there. My fatherâ€™s hand moved down to the middle of my back and he pressed me into him a little. I felt my boobs push into his stomach. I thought to myself, â€œThis is oddâ€ then I took my cheek off his chest and looked up at him, smiled, and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek. He had this twinkle in his eye. I remember thinking, â€œNow I know why my friends like him, this man is sexyâ€œ. â€œThanks daddyâ€. I said. But he was still holding me close. From the back of the kitchen counter came â€œAll right, already, Iâ€™m getting sick over here..â€ it was my bratty little brother who had been watching TV until we started talking and distracted him. My dad let me go and I continued to do the dishes. That night, lying in bed at 1 in the morning, I couldnâ€™t sleep. My encounter with my father was on my mind. I kept thinking, â€œwas he getting more out of our hugs than he should? I mean, than normal?â€ I remember hearing the phone ringing downstairs. I had to get to sleep. I had to be up a 5 in the morning for practice. Who was calling so late? I woke up at 5:10 and after I got showered and dressed, went downstairs to make myself a snack like I always do.
When I walked out onto the front porch, my dad was there. He was in the porch swing. â€œWhy are you up already?â€ I asked him. He was holding a photo album. When he looked up, I could tell he had been up all night, probably crying. I got scared. I had never seen my dad like this. â€œWhatâ€™s wrong?â€ â€œitâ€™s all right, hon. I â€¦I just had an all night session with your mom over the phone. She called from Californiaâ€¦â€ â€œWhat about?â€ â€œWellâ€¦â€ he went on.. â€œShe wants you kids to move out there with her and she thinks she can get her lawyer to bully me about itâ€ I let my backpack fall to the ground. â€œWhat??? Iâ€™m not leaving youâ€ I declared. He stood up from the swing and looked down, putting his hands on his hips. â€œI donâ€™t know if itâ€™s such a bad ideaâ€ he said softly. Defeated.
I rushed over to him and held him. I wouldnâ€™t let this happen. I reached up and put my arms around the back of his neck and just held onto him. He was so tall, I just draped my body against him. He reached down to the small of my back, and just picked me up and arched his back so that he was kind of hugging, kind of carrying me. I knew I must have weighed a lot more than I did the last time he picked me up. He bounced me up and down to adjust his grip on my torso and I found myself liking the fact that my tits were smashed against his chest now. I was no longer the little girl he had bounced on his knee years ago. I was fully grown now. Thatâ€™s when I felt his hard on. I didnâ€™t care. I just continued to let him bounce me against his chest as he saw fit. By now it was obvious to me he was getting aroused from my boobs jiggling against him, but I didnâ€™t care. Anything to keep my hold on him.
Source: How I seduced my father