u/Only_Health_6425

Okay! So my life has been changed as of, oh twenty minutes ago.

Basically, I have been using a butt plug for years as a pussy plug (and before that, I was using things I probably shouldn't have). I've always loved the idea of wearing them all day, not so much for the stretch, but just to have something in me. For the longest time I thought I was an absolute weirdo because nowhere I looked was there someone doing that, or products specifically for that. I was at an adult store and I asked for something like that, and the associate (bless her heart, she really tried not to react) kinda gave me a 'wtf' look. I knew I couldn't be the only woman doing this? So what was up?

I only started using Reddit not long ago, and I've had a lot of luck with other things, so I decided to look this up. It was like the angels started singing! Proof that I'm not a (complete) weirdo. Other people doing what I do. Other people speaking about it in a way that I would! I don't think I realized how much this was getting in my head until I saw this sub!

This is probably too rambly, but I'm just so happy!

Wow, um the first part of this got a lot more attention than I ever thought it would. Here's the first part for anyone who's interested. https://www.reddit.com/r/incest_confessional/comments/1vg9wuz/my_dad_story_f18m42/ For a couple of you who asked - yes this is real (or as close as I can remember it, I was 18 and I'm 39 now. Yes this was my real, biological Dad.

Long story short, my Dad and I had been moving slowly into a sexual relationship since I had turned 18. We'd been getting more bold, doing things while my mom was home and awake.

My mom went to bed early, and my brother was always out with friends at night, so it was easy for us to find time together. My Dad would always initiate because I was too shy or to scared to do it myself. It always started the same, a brush against my chest. It was his way of checking to make sure I was on board. As this thing with us continued, he progressed things faster. If I didn't brush him off the first time, he would move into the next thing. I began to associate hard nipples with my Dad because of the amount of time he spent pinching, licking and sucking on them.

It was maybe the 5th or 6th time when he guided my hand to his cock. I'd never felt one before and I wasn't quite sure what to do. He put his hand over mine and began to move it, showing me how he liked it. So there I was, kneeling on the couch next to my Dad, his cock in my hand as we jack him together, and his mouth sucking on my nipples.

He usually didn't move onto a new thing right away - thinking back on it, it was probably because he wasn't sure how I would react any given time, but also to give me a chance to get to become familiar with it before starting something new. So we spent a lot of time with with me learning what he liked, always over the clothes, while played with my tits.

One time we heard my mom to get up to go to the bathroom, and I got so scared of being caught that I rebuffed him 3 or 4 times after that. I guess that's why I was so surprised when the next time I allowed him, he stripped off my shirt leaving me only in my panties, and pushed me down onto the couch. We were the only ones at home that day, mom and brother were both at work and wouldn't be home until 7pm - I think that's why I had come down in just my sleep shirt and panties, and why he thought it was safe enough to take off my shirt - we knew we would be alone for at least another couple hours. He was rubbing his hands up and down my legs, slowly getting higher. If I felt he was too close, I would close my legs, and he would move his hands back down, then start rubbing again. I just remember being scared, but also so turned on. I didn't know what he was going to do. Should I let him? I could see how hard he was in his shorts. Was he planning on using that on me? I wasn't ready. When he reached the top of my thighs, he reached his pinkie finger out and ran it over the front of my panties.

Of all the things I've talked about here, this is one that I remember the most vividly. The first time having someone touch me there, it was like a static shock. Before I could do or say anything, he told me it would just be his fingers, and he would keep my panties on. That settled me, and I relaxed into the couch. He kept his word, running his finger up and down my slit over my panties. I could see how wet they were getting, the white cotton going almost transparent. He rubbed me until I was drawing my knees up, feeling that tightness in my belly. I saw his other hand grip himself through his shorts - knowing what I know now, he was probably trying to bring himself back from the brink. Then he rubbed against my clit with his thumb as he pushed against my hole through my panties, and well, that was the first time someone else gave me an orgasm.

He continued to escalate the interactions, at this point it had been 9 months since the first time I let him touch me. Over the panties led to over the panties while he jerked himself off with his shorts around his thighs (and there was that static shock feeling again when I saw how slick the tip was), led to fingers creeping under the edge of the panties, led to panties on the floor, cock in one hand while he rubbed my pussy with the other. That was the first time I ever saw him cum and I remember just being mesmerized by it. The first shot landed on my belly, but he caught the rest in his hand. He kept apologizing to me, even as he twitched into his hand.

Between 9 months and a year, I didn't deny him once. I couldn't get enough of his touch. He had to keep telling me to be quiet because he didn't want my Mom or brother to hear. Usually, when they were home we kept it to over the clothes stuff, so we could cover up quickly if we needed. But if they were out, he always got me naked. Sometimes he would let me jack him while he rubbed me. Another time, he asked me to kiss the tip before he put me on my back. We were having fun. It was exciting. I was enjoying myself.

I remember it was just after his birthday, so maybe 13 months after our first encounter, when he came to my room. Mom and my brother were both at work again (mom and Dad had different schedules), and I was doing coursework. He looked so serious, so I put my things away. He came over and pulled my shirt over my head and guided me back onto my bed. I was so surprised, this wasn't how it went. We always did this on the couch. Why was he changing the routine. I didn't really know how to respond. He sat down next to me, pulled my panties down and pulled his cock out. I was nervous, but began to relax when he started to rub my pussy like normal. This was familiar, this was good. I was reaching for his cock when I felt his finger pressing against my entrance, and I went still. So did he, one finger barely breaching me, staring at me. I think I nodded or something because then he was slowly pushing in fully penetrating me with his finger. His eyes never left mine as he did. It felt tight, but it didn't hurt, and I let my eyes close as began to slowly pump his finger. I could tell he was trying to go slow, and he was shushing me because I was getting vocal. I just remember the sound, that wet sound of having your pussy fingered, and their hand connecting with your clit. I didn't last long, and after he used the same hand to jerk himself off. He didn't try to catch it this time. He let it land on my mound and belly, making a mess of me.

The next time he came to my room it was because he sent me there. We had been playing on the couch, me in his lap, his hands down my panties when he sent me upstairs. I was confused, but I went. I could hear him moving around in his room. When he came in I was already naked on the bed and he had something in his hand. He pulled his pants off and climbed onto the bed, between my legs. That's when I saw what he was holding. A vibrator. My mother's vibrator - I knew this because I'd found it when I was snooping once. It wasn't fancy, it wasn't big, but he wanted to put it in me, and I wanted to let him. He teased me with it for a little bit, just running it up and down my slit, before pushing it inside. It hurt a little, but he went slow, letting my body get used to it, slowly getting faster, then well and truly fucking me with it when I began to push my hips back against it. My orgasm was like a bomb detonating. Only a moment later I felt my my Dad's cum land against my pussy lips, still stretched around the vibrator.

The last important time (for lack of a better way to describe it) we were on the couch again. I was on my back and he was between my knees. I had let him rub his cock against my pussy just the week before and it had felt so good that I didn't hesitate to when he pushed my knees wide and slid between them again. He was running the length of his cock against my clit, moving easily in my wetness, then I felt him against my entrance and I freaked. There was no other way to describe it. I pushed him away and sat up, curling myself into the corner of the couch. He tried to reassure me, but it was like that one moment broke the spell we had been living under. I got up and left, and that was the last time we were ever intimate.

Because I know people will ask. I had an all-encompassing fear of getting pregnant. I had plans, plans that (in my mind) could not happen if I had a kid. I know now that it was a slip and he wouldn't have done that without my permission, but in that moment, he had just tried to put his bare cock in me, and that could never happen again.

We never talked about it again, and I buried it deep for a long time, but I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I had let my Dad take my virginity. Would we still be hooking up whenever I went home to visit. Would he have continued to give me all my firsts? I guess I'll never know.

I've been lurking here for a while, and I thought I would share my story. I'm close to 40 now, so I've had a lot of time to reflect on this.

I had always been a Daddy's girl, but we also had a bit of a combative relationship at the same time. I would talk back and give him attitude, but I would also go to him for cuddles, just to give you an idea of our dynamic.

My dad was always a very... sexual being. This was the height of the Y2K/internet buzz, and he would spend a lot of time watching/looking at porn even before the events of the story. I even caught him masturbating to it a couple of times. Sometimes I would purposely walk downstairs when no one else was home and I knew he was on the computer, just so I could catch him. I think my almost hyper-sexual nature is in part due to this part of my life.

As my 18th birthday approached, I started to notice things. I would see the bulge in his pants when I came down in my PJs (I didn't really think of myself in a sexual way, so I wasn't trying to tease him). His hand would "accidentally" graze my breast when we were cuddling, and he would come into the bathroom while I was showering (normal in our house, we only had one bathroom, so we always had opaque shower curtains) more often. Nothing happened, and I didn't really think anything of it.

When I turned 18, it was like a switch flipped. All those innocent things became... less so. When he hugged me, he wouldn't try to hide it if he was hard. The boob grazes became less "accidental" and more purposeful. He would purposely crowd me when reaching for something. He would come into the bathroom or my bedroom without knocking - on more than one occasion he caught me naked or in the process of dressing.

Sometimes I rebuffed him, sometimes I didn't. I didn't know how I felt, and I was definitely giving him mixed signals. I had a lot of self esteem issues at the time, and like I said, I didn't view myself in a sexual way (which was also why I was still a virgin), so it was normal for me to walk around in panties and an oversized t-shirt. It got to the point where my Mom actually had to tell me to stop. I did when she was around, but we didn't have AC, and summers where I live can get really hot.

One time when she was at work, I was cuddling with my Dad in my t-shirt and panties, and his hand grazed my boob. I didn't stop him this time. He did it again. I didn't stop him again. Once more. I still didn't stop him. Normally this is where I would panic and put an end to things. When I didn't, I guess he took this as his permission. He began to play with my boob, squeezing it a little, pinching the nipple. I wasn't sure how to respond, but I know I liked how it felt, but I was also so damn scared. What if my Mom or my brother came home early? This was Bad, complete with the capital B.

I looked down and could see how hard he was behind his shorts. Had I caused that? How? I was nothing special. I think he could tell I was freaking out. He pulled the neck of my t-shirt away (super oversized, remember) and looked down the front of it. I remember him waggling his eyebrows at me, and me laughing because he looked ridiculous. I guess that broke the tension and I relaxed a little. It was just my Dad, my silly, goofy sometimes annoying Dad. We continued to cuddle, him playing with my boobs, slowly he began to inch his other hand under my shirt. I pretended not to notice. Then my bare boob was in his hand, and I just remember thinking that they fit perfectly. He continued to play with me, but didn't go any further. After a while, he left the living room (it was getting close to the time Mom was supposed to come home).

It almost became a routine after that, whenever my Mom wasn't home, or she was already upstairs in bed (Dad and I were both night owls, she wasn't), he would test his luck. I still played hot and cold (I feel really bad about it now that I think about it), but when I did let him, he would always push our encounters a little further than the last time. I remember maybe the 4th time, I got brave enough to let him put me in his lap and lift my shirt to completely bare my boobs. That was the first time I let someone put their mouth on me, and it was while in my Dad's lap, feeling his hard cock under me. I'll admit, I panicked a little, and went to get up, but he reassured me. He told me it was "just this" and continued to suck on me. I relaxed, and I think my body went on autopilot like it does when you're turned on, and I started to rock. He ended that time before anything else could happen, and I went to my room and rubbed my clit until I came. Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing, another part couldn't wait until it happened again.

We became bolder, taking more chances. When he came into the bathroom while I was showering, I would open the curtain so he could see me. One time I flashed him while my Mom's back was turned. Another time, during the winter, the whole family was watching a movie. Dad and I were cuddling under a blanket, and I could feel his hand moving towards my pussy. I immediately slammed my legs shut, but as the movie progressed, I relaxed and let my legs open again, and he just ... pet me I guess is the best word through the rest of the movie. It was over my pants, and pretty gentle. It was almost like he was seeing if he could get away with it.

I must be coming close to a word limit (this is my first time ever posting on Reddit, so I'm not quite sure), so I'll end this here. There's more to tell, but I think I may save it for another post. All I know is that retelling this has me feeling a certain kind of way.

Part 2 has been posted here https://www.reddit.com/r/incest_confessional/comments/1vgkvzg/my_dad_story_pt2_f18m42/