The first inkling that something interesting was happening between dad and me came about because of my taking up running for exercise. My dad was a big guy, about 6'3 and well over 200 pounds, so I'd always been worried that I'd get a gut like he had. It looked fine on him, with his height it was proportional, but I was just 5'10, I didn't want a belly. One day when I got home from my classes I just started running. That night at dinner my dad asked how I liked it.
"It was okay except my balls went numb." I said.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, when I was running. It was a weird sensation."
"What kind of underwear were you wearing?" He asked.
"Just my boxers." I said.
"Well there you go." He said. "You need more support. A jockstrap would be best -briefs at least."
"Tighty-whiteys? I haven't worn those since I was ten years old." I said.
"You want me to get you some? I can pick them up after work tomorrow."
"Sure, thanks." I said. There was nothing unusual about his offer. In the five years since mom left us dad did all the shopping and I did the cooking and cleaning. The apartment wasn't big, so it wasn't too much work or anything.
The next day I asked about the briefs but he said he'd forgotten. The day after too. On the third day he forgot I was kind of annoyed. "Every time I run my balls go numb. I could be doing serious damage to myself."
"Sorry kiddo, just slipped my mind." He said. "I don't have anything that would fit you, but I think your mom might've left some stuff that would."
"What, like panties?"
"Yeah, she left some clothes and stuff. I just stuck it in a box. It's not like its lingerie or anything. Come on." I followed him to his bedroom and he pulled a box down from the top shelf of his closet. He opened it up and dug around for a minute then pulled out a stack of panties.
"I don't know about this." I said.
"Don't be such a baby." He said, holding up some lacy black ones. "Here these should fit you. Try them on."
"This is weird." I said.
"It's better than doing damage to the family jewels. Just try them on and see how they fit." He tossed them to me and I stood there awkwardly holding them. I figured he was right and it might look strange if I refused. I didn't want to protest too much.
I took the panties to the bathroom and shut the door, with dad standing just outside. I took off my pants and boxers and slipped on my mom's panties. They were French-cut and showed off a lot of my ass. I was standing in front of the full length mirror on the back door, and I began to get hard. I was adjusting myself when my dad asked how they fit. "I guess they fit pretty good." I said.
"They're not too tight?" He asked as he opened the door and walked in.
"Dad!"
He laughed. "Nothing I haven't seen before." He said. "Can you move around in them?"
"Yeah I think so." I said.
"Do some jumping jacks or something. Test them out."
I looked at the floor, afraid that if I made eye contact my dick would get even harder than it already was, and did a few jumping jacks. "Yeah, they're fine." I said.
"Do they ride up too high in the back?" He asked. "Turn around." I turned. "They look kind of cute on you." He said. The next thing I knew he gave my ass a hard slap. His rough fingers lingered for a second and a wave of electric tingles went through my dick and balls. He laughed and left me there.
The next day he still hadn't gotten me the briefs, and he said I could just use another pair of panties. The day after that I found the stack of my mom's panties in my underwear drawer. I stopped asking about the briefs.
Soon after that the physical contact between us increased. It seemed like he was always giving my playful little shoves, or messing up my hair. I would get turned on when he touched me, but he pretended not to notice.
Then something odd happened. I noticed that some of my boxers were missing. Up until then I had only been wearing the panties to run, but now I didn't have enough boxers to make it through a week, so I started wearing the panties to my classes. I liked having a secret and feeling the lace against my ass during the day. The next time I did laundry I found that I was down to two pair of boxer shorts. That was when I knew for sure that my dad was behind it. He'd been throwing away my boxers so I'd be forced to wear the panties.
I thought he might've just figured out that I liked guys and this was his fucked up way of letting me know it was okay. But the next time I did laundry I found a pair of my panties in his hamper, and they were stiff with dried cum. He was jacking off into my panties! I kneeled down right there in the laundry room and imagined him doing it in front of me. I imagined taking his cock in my mouth and fondling his balls. I undid my pants and only had to give myself a few strokes before I came in thick spurts all over the linoleum.
That night I made dad's favorite dinner, pork chops with apple sauce. I had on my mom's chocolate colored lace panties under my jeans and I was feeling very sexy. Dad cracked open a beer and started in on his meal. I always loved to watch him eat. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something dad." I said.
"Oh?"
"I've been thinking it might be time for me to move out -get my own place."
My dad stopped eating and looked at me. "Why?" He asked. He looked worried.
"I'm nineteen now dad, I can't stay at home forever. Besides, how will you ever find a new wife with me around?"
"What makes you think I want a wife?" He asked. He shook his head, looking for the right words. "I've been married twice and lemme tell you, you're the best wife I ever had." My heart raced and I could feel my face turn red. "I mean the way you cook and keep house around here... You take much better care of me than your mother ever did."
I bit my bottom lip and gave him a sad look. "I like taking care of you dad, but..."
"But what?"
"There's certain things I need that I just can't get here."
"Listen," he said, "you can't shock me, okay? Just be specific and maybe we can work it out. Tell me what you need."
"I need a man." I blurted.
He nodded slowly. "I thought it might be something like that." He said.
"Of all the stuff I've done with my girlfriends over the years, none of it makes me feel half as turned on as wearing panties."
"Son, it wouldn't bother me if you brought a boy home with you." He said.
"I don't want a boy." I said. "I need a man. I need a full grown man with hair on his chest, I want to find someone who will know how to treat me. You were right when you called me a wife before. I am a wife, and yet not fully. I get all the hard work of being a wife and none of the pleasure."
"I never knew you felt this way." He said.
"I do."
"Don't you see that I need you here?"
"I like hearing you say that." I said.
He nodded again. "I really wasn't ready for this tonight. Can we continue this discussion tomorrow? I've been planning a special evening for us, but I wasn't sure the time was right. I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow, and after that you can decide if you want to stay or not."
"Okay." I said. "Eat your pork chops, they're getting cold." I knew my manipulation had worked, and all I really wanted to do was jump his bones, but I played it cool.