When I was a kid

Growing up I was always very close to my father. He was a big, friendly, fun-loving guy and he showered me with affection. I was an only child and very much Daddy's girl. Unlike my mother, he always made time for me, even when he was tired from a long day of work. When I was little I'd jump on him as soon as he came through the door. He gave me piggy back rides and tickled me until I squealed with delight. As I got older I tickled him back and we fell into a nightly ritual of wrestling on the family room floor.

When I was around eleven I started developing serious breasts and my mother insisted that our horseplay stop. I really enjoyed this way of bonding with my father and I was not ready to give it up. I protested that my mother was dirty-minded and jealous, but my father said we should not get carried away in front of her. My father and I remained physically affectionate but he saved the wrestling matches for the times that my mother was out of the house.

By the time I was twelve I had full D-cup breasts and I was well aware of the effect my body had on men. Sometimes when my father tickled me his hands brushed against my breasts, there was really no way to avoid them. A little jolt of electricity went through my body whenever he touched me this way. I soon became aware that my father was also becoming stimulated from our horseplay. His face would flush, his breathing became heavier, and sometimes I felt a hardness jab against my leg. During these play sessions my father always surrendered before I did, then headed directly for the bathroom. Only later did I realize he was going there to masturbate.

One summer night, just after my thirteenth birthday, my mother went out to visit my aunt. My father was in the family room, dressed in his cotton pyjamas and watching TV. I took a shower and put on the adorable new baby doll pyjamas I had received for my birthday. I walked into the family room and my father looked at me in a way that made me feel sexy and grown up. I sat down across from him and we watched TV for a while. The program we were watching was rather silly and we laughed together at the corny jokes. I was feeling very comfortable with my father and I spontaneously jumped up and began to tickle him. He tickled me back more aggressively than usual and we began to tussle on the couch. This time neither of us was willing to give up first and we rolled right onto the carpet.

During the course of this tickling match my father accidentally groped my breasts several times. I knew he was getting excited and it gave me a strong feeling of power and pride. I pinned him on his back, rolled on top of him, and pressed his shoulders to the floor. Laughing, I held him there and pushed myself back to say 'Gotcha!' But the second I looked at him there was a pained expression on his face. I thought I might have hurt him but he smiled softly and said, 'Don't move.' At that instant I became aware of his rapidly growing erection pressing against my belly.

The whole front of my pyjama top was hanging open and my bare breasts were fully exposed to my father's eyes. He stared openly at my chest while grabbing my hips with his hands and pulling me closer to his body. His rock hard penis jammed into my soft tummy but neither of us moved. I held myself up in that position with my heavy breasts hanging right in front of his face. He looked at me with unmasked desire, then closed his eyes and groaned while his erection twitched. I was both stunned and thrilled when I felt his wetness seep through his pyjamas and mine.

After a moment he got up and apologized for making a mess of my new baby dolls. He said we should both change and he went upstairs for a shower. When I got to my room and removed my pyjamas I discovered the bottoms were thoroughly soaked from my own arousal. Desperate for relief I balled up my bedding and straddled the lumpy heap. I squeezed hard on my swollen nipples and thought of everything that had just happened as I rocked back and forth until my body exploded in orgasm. When I was finished I changed into regular pyjamas and settled back down in front of the TV just as my mother arrived home.

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I remember this vividly. When I was 6 me and my friend Katie were sitting on a wall at the far end of our garden and were talking when suddenly she swung one leg over the wall so was now sitting astride the wall. Her dress had ridden up and I could see her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she pulled her pussy lips open with her hands and was showing it to me. Then she goes, Do you want to touch it? I said yes and put my finger on her slit. She was wet. I rubbed her a little and she giggled and said it was nice. Then she goes, Can I see yours? I said yes but lets go indoors so we went inside and up to my room and I took off my panties and let her see inside me. She rubbed my slit and then it turned in to a mutual masturbation session. My first. We made each other feel really good. It became a regular thing after that till we were about 10 and her parents moved.

I guess this all started back when I was around 11 years old because at the time I didn't have any pubic hair. Mostly in the summertime my best friend Joe,(who was nearly two years older than me) and I would sleep over each other's houses a lot and we usually sleep in the same bed. One night we put the lights out to go to sleep. My friend Joe reached down the front of my underwear and rubbed my cock, I pulled his hand off and said cut it out man what are you a homo? His hand did feel good on there though. later that night I woke up and he had his hand down my underwear again, but this time I didn't stop him because it felt pretty good, he did this thing where he would rub his forearm against my cock it felt amazing so I didn't try to stop him. The thing is I never even masturbated before so I have no idea what's going on, I knew I was coming to some kind of climax because it just felt like I couldn't get enough of that feeling and before long I guess I had my first orgasm because right afterwards it felt very uncomfortable with his hand on there on there so I just pushed it off.
The next night we slept over his house again the same bed. Same thing lights out and then he reaches down my underwear again I was like hey man what the hell but I didn't stop him cuz I was already getting hard and it was feeling really good and this time I reached over and stuck my hand down the front of his underwear. I was immediately quite surprised because he was a lot bigger than me and he had a lot of hair down there. I was rubbing him and doing that same thing with my forearm that he does and then suddenly pulls his hand off and then pulls my hand off of him and then he swings over and gets on top of me and starts grinding against my cock with our tighty-whities still on I'm thinking this is ecstasy when he stops again, sits up and slides my underwear down and then his then he gets back on top and our bare cocks are grinding together I remember the feeling of all that hair and that hard cock rubbing against mine and thinking this is the best feeling ever. Then he raises his body slightly above mine and takes both our cocks in his hand and jerks them together until I felt his cock throbbing and then he came all over my stomach all slippery. Then as he continued to jerk our cocks I had my second orgasm. There was cum all over both of us and he continued to jerk our cocks and rub his cum all over them. Needless to say we had a lot more sleepovers and of course they progressed to us blowing each other and that too was really off the charts both ways he had a beautiful cock and I love the feeling of that thing sliding down my throat and he felt that same way so you can imagine we gave each other some pretty damn stellar head.
Since then I've had a lot of girlfriends and I got married and I've been married for 15 years. I still feel like that was some of the best sexual experiences I ever had I always get hard when I think back on it.

I'm not into incest but this is hot.