Hello all. This is the first story I've shared here, and I swear it's 100% true, except for the names which I've changed for obvious reasons. As the title of the story says, I seduced my dad at the gym.
No, we aren't some backwoods Arkansas hillbillies. We are a middle-class working family from the Chicago suburbs. Seducing my father was one of the best experiences of my life, and now at age 20, having held this story in for the past 2 years, having told no one, I need to tell it and to get it off my chest.
Early summer, 2014. I had just turned 18 in April and I was enjoying the first week of summer. I would be leaving for college in a few short months, and I wanted to enjoy my summer before I had to start worrying about moving into the dorms, finding a job, etc. I was staying up later, sleeping in, and looking forward to whatever summer had in store.
In the past, we (that being my mom Anita, my dad Cal, and me Jessica) always took one big vacation around the 4th of July, but this year, there hadn't been any discussion of vacations. In fact, there hadn't been much talking between mom and dad lately, not since mom turned 40 that January. The day after her birthday, she seemed to change. She quit wearing makeup, her hair always looked like she just rolled out of bed, and she rarely talked and seemed distant. And her weight...
She is my mom, and I hate to talk about her like this, but she got fat. Really fat. She seemed to always have food in her hand and/or in her mouth, and I think she was single-handedly keeping the local McDonalds opened. I'm sure they were on a first-name basis with her.
Before mom's birthday, fitness had been an activity we enjoyed as a family after dad signed us up for the family plan at a 24 hour gym just a few miles down the street from our house, and we took full advantage of the membership. Two years prior, when dad turned 40, he got on a midlife crisis fitness kick. He quit drinking beer, quit the junk food, quit the fast food, and started working out religiously. Eventually the healthy habits had rubbed off on me and mom.
Dad would usually go before work, and mom and I would hit it after I got home from school. I was active in volleyball and track, and wanted to stay in shape. Mom and I would get on the treadmills and run and walk and talk. About school, about boys...
That was another thing I was looking forward to, maybe, that summer. Now, I had already had my first kiss, when I was 15. What I hadn't had was, well, anything beyond that. You see, even though I was 18, I looked like I was 14. I stood 5'1, 98 slim but not too skinny pounds, long straight blonde hair, tiny A cups that I hoped would grow more, no hair down there. I did get some attention from the boys at school, but I rarely returned it. I was not interested. When my thoughts wandered in those directions, I tended to think about men who were a bit older and bit more muscular.
About two weeks into summer vacation I was in my room. It was about 2 am, I was doing the typical 18 year old girl things: watching TV, texting friends, whatever, and I heard my parents across the hall, arguing. It wasn't loud, but I could tell it was heated, intense. I could make out a few words, all from my dad—
"Tired of this nonsense"
"that was your excuse last week"
"tell me what's going on with you"
Then I heard their bedroom door open and close and someone walk down the stairs. After it was quiet again, I quietly walked down the stairs to the living room. It was dark, except the streetlights outside lighting up a bit of the living room. I could see my dad, sleeping on the couch.
I felt bad. It just then hit me what my parents were going through. Whatever my mom was going through, whatever had happened to make her stop caring about her appearance, was obviously affecting dad, too. I wondered if there was anything I could do to help him feel better...
A few days later on Saturday, I got up early. Mom was at work, or out shopping, or who knows. She was gone. Dad was out, probably at the gym and I had the house to myself. Great time to do laundry. You see, about a week prior, while at the mall with friends, I stopped by Victoria's Secret and bought my first thong and matching bra. Plain pink spandex. I think it looked hot on me, and I felt sexy when I tried them on and saw myself in the dressing room mirror.
I took my laundry basket downstairs, thong on top, and set the basket on the washer. Damn! I forgot my phone upstairs in my room. I walked back up to my room and started back downstairs when I heard a car pull up and park in the drive way, quickly followed by a car door slamming.
Shit! Dad is back from the gym. My panties are sitting right there in the open! I'd be so embarrassed if he saw them!
I tried to make it to my laundry before dad got inside. Too late! As I came around the corner, I saw dad standing in front of my laundry basket. Worse yet, he had my pink thong in his hand, and I swear he was going to smell it! He started raising to his face when he must have spotted my out of the corner of his eye.
I just stood there, unsure of what to do or say. He put my thong back in the basket.
"Your mom used to wear things like that." He said, half smiling.
I smiled too. So awkward! But at least I was sure he wouldn't say anything to mom.
Then he took off his gym shirt and put it in the hamper beside the washing machine.
