I am thirty-five years old, size 18 with a breast size of 42DD and for a while had wondered what it would be like to have a sexual relationship with my father. I can remember when I lived at home, seeing him wondering round the house half naked and getting quite excited by what I had seen.
When I moved out of home, I realised how much I missed seeing him. My parents had me when they were in their teens, so my dad is now in his early fifties and looks very good for his age, so does my mum.
Christmas time for our family has always been spent by going to my parents house on Christmas day and either my house or my sisters on boxing day. We normally have a few to drink and a few years ago I started to notice how my dad would look at my tits. As I said I am quite large busted and like to wear low cut tops.
The first Christmas I noticed it I didn't take much notice and just thought that he had been drinking, but whenever we had family gatherings or if I was at my parents I would notice dad looking at me, this used to turn me on. Dad started getting braver and would brush past me and touch my breasts when no-one was looking, even started to kiss me briefly on the lips. I decided that I was not going to stop him as I was enjoying it. As time went gone on, I wanted more and so would ensure that my tops could be seen down, I would bend down when dad was looking and make sure he could see what he wanted and he always had a look.
I decided that I was going to have him and decided I needed to find a way to seduce him. I waited till I knew mum had gone out to work one day, knowing that dad was on holiday and called him to ask if he could come round to my flat to help me put some shelves up. He said he would be round in an hour and I could not wait. It was a nice day, so I put on a low cut t-shirt no bra and a shortish skirt. When dad arrived I could see him having a good look at what I was wearing and asked it I was going out because I looked nice. After telling him that I was going out that night he didn't say much else. I took him into my bedroom where I wanted the shelves put up and he started to working. I asked if I could help and he said if I stood on the step ladder I could hold the shelf for him.
I got on the ladder and he started to drill the holes, when he put down the drill I decided to take my chance and see if he really had been flirting with me all this time. I pretended that I was losing my balance and he held on to me to stop me falling, as he held me I let myself fall to him and he pulled me close to him. He helped me off the ladder and said that I should sit on the bed for a minute, as he helped me he started to touch my tits, as he touched them it felt good, I could feel myself getting wet. He then realised that I was not stopping him and asked if I minded, when I said no he just carried on as if it was the natural thing to do.