u/Officewife701

My father and I had been intimate after he walked in on me masturbating the other day. Fast forward to the next evening and I’m taking a bath in my old bathroom. My dad walked in and asked to take some photos.

I said okay and he did a little photo shoot. I just laid in the tub and let him do it - it was still SO weird to be naked in front of my father. It was then that I realized he was also a little drunk. He started comparing my body to my mom’s (short version: my boobs are much, MUCH smaller, my vagina is tighter, my butt is flatter but wide like hers, we have the same exact nipples).

Then the conversation turned to how the divorce was my mom’s fault.

As he talked, he stripped until he was naked. He climbed into the tub and stood over me. He asked if he could pretend I was my mother during a blowjob and gave me a safe word. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I agreed.

Everyone: it was the rough. He slapped my face with his penis, rubbed his ball sack on my eyes, called me degrading names, made me deep throat him (I have a terrible gag reflex) and then he finished on my face. I couldn’t open my eyes because of the semen, so when he started to pee on my face, I was not expecting it.

I was in shock at how he treated me, but I was also in shock at how much I liked it.

I finished my bath and cleaned up. I headed back home today.

I don’t think our relationship will ever be the same.

My father and I had been intimate after he walked in on me masturbating the other day. Fast forward to the next evening and I’m taking a bath in my old bathroom. My dad walked in and asked to take some photos.

I said okay and he did a little photo shoot. I just laid in the tub and let him do it - it was still SO weird to be naked in front of my father. It was then that I realized he was also a little drunk. He started comparing my body to my mom’s (short version: my boobs are much, MUCH smaller, my vagina is tighter, my butt is flatter but wide like hers, we have the same exact nipples).

Then the conversation turned to how the divorce was my mom’s fault.

As he talked, he stripped until he was naked. He climbed into the tub and stood over me. He asked if he could pretend I was my mother during a blowjob and gave me a safe word. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I agreed.

Everyone: it was the rough. He slapped my face with his penis, rubbed his ball sack on my eyes, called me degrading names, made me deep throat him (I have a terrible gag reflex) and then he finished on my face. I couldn’t open my eyes because of the semen, so when he started to pee on my face, I was not expecting it.

I was in shock at how he treated me, but I was also in shock at how much I liked it.

I finished my bath and cleaned up. I headed back home today.

I don’t think our relationship will ever be the same.

I wrote about my father catching me masturbating & our conversation in detail, but this is what happened after:

We sat on the couch watching Bridesmaids. I was wearing pajamas.

His hand brushed my thigh.

Testing.

His hand grabbed my bare thigh. My breath caught. I stared at the TV as his hand drifted up my thigh, under my loose pajama bottoms.

His fingers played with my pubic hair, gently pulling on strands. Then his hand went down. I moaned as he rubbed my vagina.

He chuckled. “You’re so wet.”

I felt my thighs open wider.

His finger curled inside me and my entire body arched.

“Oh baby girl,” he whispered. “That’s a vice grip. Wow.”

His other hand slipped up my shirt, grabbing my bare breast. He rubbed my nipple between his fingers. I gasped.

“Sensitive, just like your mother,” he said.

He got under the blanket and I felt my shorts being removed. Then he was eating me out. My own father. This was so wrong. I wanted to stop him. But I couldn’t. My legs opened, giving him full access. His tongue was magic. I felt an orgasm coming.

“Wait!” I gasped. “I’m going to cum.”

He stopped, looking up at me, mouth wet. “Delicious.”

He stood up, crotch near my face.

My shaking hands pulled his shorts down. His erect penis sprang free.

I took him in my mouth before I could think about it. I wanted to impress him. I even made sucked his ball sack, trying not to let the hairs stop me.

He spread my legs and pressed his penis against my vagina.

There was no going back.

“This is crazy,” he muttered. “This is so wrong. Do you want to?”

The tip of his penis was pressing against me. My legs wrapped around him. Slowly, I pulled him toward me. There was intense pressure, then his head penetrated me. My dad was fully inside me.

That was it. It was too insane. I orgasmed so hard I clenched on his penis.

“Fuck,” my father groaned. “I’m cumming.”

He tried to pull out, but my legs were wrapped around him.

“Wait-“

Too late. My father came inside me.

I am… confused.

For those who didn’t read my last update, my father walked in on me in my childhood bedroom butt naked, nipple clamps on, a gag in my mouth, a plug in my butt and a dildo, which I found out after, was a mold of my father’s penis. And as he surprised me, I fear-orgasmed while looking him in the eye, squirting all over the floor. A new low.

I now found myself sitting next to him in silence as we drove to lunch. We didn’t say anything until we were sitting down at the booth. Then he smiled at me.

“Should we talk about what happened?”

I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes.

“You look just like her,” he said.

I looked up. “Mom?”

He nodded. “Same exact butt. Same shape of the butt cheeks. Wide, flat, so nice. You also share a love of bush apparently. Your breasts are much smaller. That’s the big difference.

I felt my cheeks getting hot being compared to my mother like this.

“She was wild.”

“My mother?” I asked, incredulously. “The woman with two masters degrees who hates anything even remotely sexual?”

“The one who also loved anal, yes. Just like you it seems.”

“Oh my god,” I covered my eyes in embarrassment.

“Was that your (husband)?” He asked. “On the phone?”

I just looked at him for a moment too long.

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore,” he said. “Last question. What did you think of the dildo?”

He probably didn’t think I knew it was made from a mold of his penis.

“It felt incredible,” I said.

He smiled. Then we moved on.

Until later that night when things took a turn… more story to come.

I wrote in greater detail on my page, but to share the short version: I had flown home for a funeral & was staying with my divorced father, who still lives in my childhood home. After the ceremony I was tired, so I told my dad I was going back to the house.

As I drove back, my boss, who I’ve been hooking up, texted me. By the time I got to the house, I was horny.

I FaceTimed him and a few minutes later I was fully naked in my old bedroom. My boss told me to find my dad’s sex toys and unfortunately, after looking for Christmas presents when I was little, knew where they were.

I ended up with handcuffs, a ball gag, lube, nipple clamps, a butt plug and a dildo. The dildo was 8 inches long, skin colored & not generic. It was also girthy.

I scrubbed everything & set up my phone so it faced my bed.

This was gross. But I was so turned on I didn’t care.

I put the nipple clamps on. They were tight and connected by a thin chain. The ball gag was too big & it took a lot of lube to get the butt plug in. With the handcuffs on in front of me, I spit on the dildo, then put it inside me. It felt incredible.

Soon, I was bouncing up and down on the dildo, nipples sore, jaw stretched and my butt full.

Then my father walked into my room.

“Im back! I was thinking about getting lunch-“ he started.

I screamed through the ball gag.

He fell back into the wall in panic.

I tried to hide but my arm caught the nipple clamp chain. I fell sideways off the bed and hit the ground. I locked eyes with my father as the orgasm hit.

I laid there, on the floor of my childhood bedroom, cumming. The puddle grew around me.

My father ran.

I cleaned up, unable to process the embarrassment. Thankfully my boss had hung up.

I cleaned all the toys when I put them back, I saw the dildo box. My heart stopped.

It was a custom mold dildo. Made in my dad’s image.

Oh. My. God.

I walked into the kitchen. He smiled. “You are certainly your mother’s daughter. Want to get lunch?”

I had flown home for a last minute funeral of a high school friend. They were someone I hadn’t really kept in touch with in recent years, but it was still sad. And it gave me an opportunity to see my father, who I didn’t see to often.

I’m from a very small town so there’s not many hotels. I decided to stay with my father, who still lives in my childhood home.

My parents were divorced, but my dad never wanted to leave. So that’s how I ended up staying in my childhood bedroom. He had redecorated it, but it still felt familiar.

My father picked me up from the airport and we went straight to the funeral. It was a beautiful and sad ceremony. I also caught up with a lot of old friends, many of whom never left town.

I was feeling bummed, and also tired from traveling, so I told my dad I was going to go back to the house and hang out. He let me take his car and he’d get a ride with a friend.

As I drove back, my boss started texting me.

I’ve been having an affair with my boss for a few months now. We flirted back and forth and by the time I got to the house, I was turned on. VERY turned on.

I threw all my stuff into my old bedroom and knew I had a awhile before my dad would get home - he’s a social butterfly and would be at the funeral forever.

I FaceTimed my boss, setting up the camera so it was propped up against my old dance trophy, facing my bed. A few minutes later I was naked. My boss was sitting at his desk at work, directing me.

“You need a toy,” he said, as I had a finger inside myself.

“I didn’t pack one,” I said. “Didn’t think I’d be masturbating after a funeral.”

“Where is your father’s stash?” He asked.

“Ew! I’m not using his sex toys!” I whispered. The thought was repulsive.

I did know where my father kept them. I had uncovered them when I was younger while looking for Christmas presents. It had been an educational and traumatic discovery that I never told my parents about. As someone who wasn’t normally that sexual, it had been more on the traumatic side. I didn’t want to think about my father using those on my mother. Especially the rather large black dildo that had been on there.

“Go find the box,” my boss ordered. “Let’s see what’s in there.”

Naked, carrying my phone, we went into my father’s bedroom. It was so weird walking through my old house naked.

I looked under the bed, and sure enough, it was the same box. I pulled it out and there were only a few items in it.

I pointed the camera at the box.

“Grab the handcuffs, the gag, the lube, the nipple clamps and that dildo,” my boss ordered.

I grabbed the first items and stared at the dildo. It was maybe 8 inches long, skin colored and interestingly shaped. Not like a generic dildo. It was also girthy.

“I don’t know about the dildo,” I said. “That feels like a bit too far.”

“You’ll be punished if you don’t take it,” my boss answered.

I did NOT want that. My boss’ punishments were usually far more embarrassing.

I picked up the dildo and that revealed a butt plug underneath.

“No,” I said before my boss could say anything.

“Yes,” he responded.

And so, a few minutes later, I stood in the bathroom, scrubbing everything with enough soap to clean the entire planet. I was trying not to think about what I was about to do. The wrongness of it only turned me on more.

I went back to my room and set up my phone again so it faced my bed.

This was so gross. But I was so turned on now I didn’t care.

I put the nipple clamps on first. They were tight. Almost too tight. My nipples are sensitive. I could feel them throbbing in time with my heartbeat. They were also connected by a thin chain. Next was the ball gag. It was almost too big for my mouth. Then, using a lot of lube, I put the butt plug in. It took a minute. The plug was a good size, and I yelped when it finally slipped in.

“Good girl,” my boss said. “Keep going.”

“Don’t you have reports to fill out,” I teased.

“You’re going to do them when you get back,” he responded.

Finally, I clipped the handcuffs on in front of me, climbed onto the bed and grabbed the dildo.

I spit on the tip, then slowly inserted it inside me. It felt incredible. The slight curve rubbed inside me just right, and the thickness was perfect. I sat down until it was fully inside me.

My boss instructed me through it all, until I was bouncing up and down on the dildo, nipples already sore, my jaw stretched and my butt feeling full. I watched myself on the phone as an orgasm was building.

And this is where disaster struck.

I watched in the camera as my father walked into my room behind me.

“Im back! I was thinking about getting lunch-“ he started.

I screamed through the ball gag.

He yelled out in response, tripped and fell beck into the wall.

I tried to scramble off the bed, my flailing arm caught the nipple clamp chain, pulling the chain forward and the pain in my breasts tripped me forward. I fell sideways off the bed and hit the ground with the dildo still inside me. I locked eyes with my father as the dildo slipped free like a thrust. The orgasm fully hit. With the plug in me, I started to squirt.

I laid there, on the floor of my childhood bedroom, cumming. It looked like I was leaking as the puddle grew around me and the only sound to be heard was that.

My brain felt like it was malfunctioning.

“Sorry!” My father managed, scrambling to his feet. “I didn’t see anything.”

He quickly left.

I cleaned up in a daze, unable to process the sheer embarrassment. Thankfully my boss had hung up at some point.

I cleaned all the toys, made sure my father was in the living room, and went to put all the toys back, I saw the dildo box and my heart stopped.

It was a custom mold dildo. One where you make the dildo in the shape of your penis. And there was only one man in this house.

I had used my father’s dildo.

Made in his image.

Oh. My. God.

I finally walked into the kitchen. He was sipping coffee. As I walked into he smiled. “You are certainly your mother’s daughter. Want to get lunch?”

It’s going to be a long two days.

I made it back home after a last minute work trip. My husband was also back. I had been missing him but it was a friend’s birthday so we were doing a little hangout that night at a club. That was my friend’s choice - you’d never catch me at a club otherwise.

I was texting my husband as I drove from the airport to my office.

"I miss you!" I sent.

"I'm missing you too. What are you wearing tonight?" he asked.

"That black and white dress you like so much." I replied.

"Perfect. I think you should skip wearing underwear with it." He said, with a winky face.

"Deal." I responded. I loved when he got naughty. He almost never did these days.

I had to go into the office first and spent my day there.

I was so busy with work I suddenly realized hours had passed and it was time to leave for the party. Throwing everything in my bag I quickly ran to the car and drove over.

Before getting out of the car slid my panties off, putting them in my purse. Then removed my bra after thinking about it.

It was packed inside the club. After some searching, I found my husband at the bar with our friends. I apologized for being late and kissed him on the mouth. They were already a few drinks in.

He ordered me a drink, we toasted as a group. We sang, danced, I get kept drinking and it was fun. Eventually, I was getting tired. The club scene isn’t really my thing, and I was ready to go.

Before I could say something, our friend Monica grabbed my hand when a rap song came on.

"Let's go dance!" She yelled.

"I don't think we have to do that no-" I started, looking at my husband. He smiled.

"Go for it honey, we'll hold down the fort here"

I let Monica drag me into the huge crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies. She went all the way to the middle.

I do want to take a moment here to say that I’m a 5’0 white woman. Sexy club dancing is not my specialty. But I do my best.

We danced together until a handsome guy came up to Monica and she let go of me to dance with him, giving me a wink. They disappeared into the crowd and I was about to take the opportunity to leave.

Suddenly I felt hands on my hips. I turned to tell the guy I wasn't interested but ended up looking almost straight up.

It was a very handsome, very tall black man. He grinned down at me.

"I'm Alton". He said. I couldn't use my words and he took that as acceptance.

Alton wrapped his hands around in front of me. We started dancing, his hands pulling my booty into his crotch. His hands were huge.

I couldn't quite process what was happening but I let it happen as I looked through the crowd, trying to see if I could see my husband...or if he could see me.

As I looked, I suddenly felt Alton's' hand slide up my thighs. I was very conscious of the fact that I wasn't wearing underwear as his fingers drifted higher and higher...until he brushed my pussy lips.

“My kind of girl,” he whispered.

I got weak in the knees. My heart started pounding like a jackhammer. His finger curled inside me. Just one. But that was enough.

"Fuck, you're wet." He murmured behind me.

I gasped and tried to stay upright. A second finger tried to enter.

"You're fucking tight, aren't you?" He asked. He started to finger fuck me. Right there on the dance floor. In the packed crowd no one seemed to notice. His second hand snaked around and fondled my breast through the dress. The fingering sped up. I couldn't believe it - I was about to cum. Already.

I could stop him. All I had to do was something.

At that moment the crowd parted slightly and I could see my husband across the bar, deep in conversation. And I was 100 feet away, with a stranger fingering me. It was too much. I didn't fight it. I let the orgasm take me, legs shaking as I came.

It felt like I was peeing as the wetness poured down my thighs. Alton pulled his fingers out.

I was mad at myself. This was one of the stupidest things I’ve done and I could have been caught - then he bent down, turned me to face him and kissed me on the mouth.

I melted.

His tongue slipped into my mouth. My own tongue met him.

I felt his hands reach up and pull my dress down, exposing my breasts. He stopped kissing me long enough to look down, then pulled my dress back up. I felt like everyone must be looking at me, but no one was.

"I'm usually here on Wednesday and Friday nights if you want to find me again." Alton said. ”I want to fuck you.”

Then he melted back into the crowd.

I quickly raced back to my husband through the crowd.

He looked down at my legs.

“You’re soaked! What did someone spill on you?”

“Water cup, thankfully,” I answered on autopilot, lying to my husband.

“Do you want to clean up first or just go home?” He asked.

“Let’s go home,” I answered, looking around. I saw Alton across the club watching me. Smiling.

This rabbit hole was just getting deeper...

All of these activities, plus the daily hypnosis from my boss, might be fully changing me.

While meeting with the clients today, one of the gentlemen was a horrible misogynist. No respect for me, no respect for women and just rude across the board. Then, he started obviously staring at my chest. Purposefully, to try and demean me.

Two months ago, I would have exploded on him in rage, called him out and stormed out of the meeting before reporting him to their HR.

Instead, my rage turned to almost like, embarrassment. And the embarrassment turned into shame and humiliation, which then turned me on. So then I’m sitting in this meeting, trying to focus while a man stared at my chest, and I’m getting aroused and then picturing his reaction if he got to see me naked. By the end of the meeting, I was insanely turned on.

I can literally feel my brain changing and I don’t know what to think about it.