It took a while for me to figure out that my dad was sexually interested in me.
He hid it very well.
His name is Ken and he was 44 years old and divorced as this story begins.
My name is Kim and I was exactly half that, 22.
He is nicely built having been a track and field athlete in both High School and College. He is just under six feet and weighs in at about 180.
I am also nicely built, I am told. I run 3 miles almost every day. I am 5'6" tall, weigh 130 and take a B cup when I do wear a bra. I seldom do as my tits are high and firm.
The only problem I have with not wearing a bra is that my nipples do mirror my arousal very easily. My late husband used to like that about me very much as he always knew if I was 'in the mood' which happily for him was quite often.
I didn't pay too much attention to my dad's interest for a long time. Meanwhile between my Mike (my husband), my occasional forays into lesbian sex with my two cousins, and my toys I really didn't have much interest in outside sex.
More recently however as I began recovering from my husbands death and started to get interested in sex again I became aware of his interest. At first I wasn't even sure that there was an interest. Like many girls my first love had been my father so for a while I thought that it might be just my imagination.
I really am not sure what started this process during my recovery period. It may have been my becoming horny on occasion and because of that noticing that dad seemed to have an interest in me. It may have been that I noticed his interest and as a result started to get horny periods.
In either case as I again began to masturbate I found that I more and more often did it with some vision of my dad in my mind. One of my dildo's in particular which was molded after a particularly attractive cock seemed remind me of dad and stir me up.
Since I had no recollection of ever seeing dad's cock I can't explain the association. Very often I would suck it while using my fingers 'down below' with visions of it hanging from my naked dad running through my mind.
As I began to have these thoughts I mentally began to think of dad as Ken and I even began to call him that. He didn't seem to mind, in fact he seemed to like it.
That winter was bad and we had a lot of snow. Ken who actually had his own apartment would come over those times to spend the night to be on hand to dig me out in the morning.
Usually as soon as the kitchen was done and the evening news over we would take turns showering and then both be in sleep wear. As I started to come alive again I occasionally would notice Ken's pajamas to be tented. Usually I would then remember that I might have inadvertently flashed him. I would then realize that my nipples were erect and hard having reacted to his reaction.
At this point I started to become what guys often call a 'cock teaser'. I would flash, I would brush his hard on, I would let my tit brush his hand or arm. I would do these things and would relish the resulting reaction of his penis. I once left my favorite toy out on my bed in a way that he had to see it.
Meanwhile although my antics produced visible results he stayed very much the gentleman. I on the other hand was becoming more and more aroused and after a while I was horny constantly. I was entitled, I reasoned after all it had now been almost 18 months since my last sex with a real person.
Even the lesbian encounters had stopped my twin cousins having both moved several hundred miles away. I finally decided that sex with Ken was an idea whose time had come, now all I needed was to have a plan.
Then all of a sudden the gods smiled upon me. They sent me a snow storm. The forecasters called for it to start about 6:00 PM and continue past midnight and to leave 6-8 inches behind.
The forecast had hardly become a news item when Ken called. "I'll be there about six and shovel you out in the morning."
"I'll be looking for you with bells on." I replied. Actually what I really planned to have on was a sexy silk gown. A present I planned to purchase for myself that same day.
Almost always Ken would show up a few minutes early, hoping I think to catch me only partially dressed. This time even if he was late he was going to get that treat.
He did come five minutes early. I was just lighting the fire place. I had carefully planned the pose. I made sure that I back lit when I turned around to greet him. I was wearing a full slip and nothing else as I stood with legs partially spread between him and the fire place flames. "OH, you're early, I haven't had time to shower and get changed yet."
My dad seemed to choke up for a minute. Then in a choked voice he asked "Hi Barb, do you know what a sexy silhouette you are creating?"
"Sorry Ken, but do come here and kiss me hello." By then he had taken off his coat and he bent to kiss me. In spite of everything our kisses tended to be casual. This time however I pressed close and put my arms around his neck. Then I kissed him full on the mouth, softly but with parted lips and stayed in contact for several seconds.
"I'm going to take a quick shower," I said "put your things away and ready the wine. By then I'll be out and you can take a shower too." I wanted him to shower so that he would get in his PJ's. I planned to be in my new gown. That way we would already be properly dressed for whatever the evening was to bring.
I showered and returned to my bedroom. While Ken showered I quickly put on my sexy new peach colored silk gown which clung to me in a very sexy manner. I was please to note that my erect nipples were plainly obvious. I had already made up so I made my way to the kitchen to heat up the Lobster bisque and oysters on the half shell which were both intended as a sexy subtlety. They were also a favorite of us both.
In just a few minutes I had the food on the table I had set up in the living room. Ken was wearing new Pajama's that were very sexy in the way they fit.
Meanwhile I noticed that not only had he brought a very delicate and fine wine but also a bottle of Cointreau for after dinner. I was thrilled by that because I had remarked not long before that Cointreau was an after dinner drink very likely to put me 'in the mood'. It had been an off hand remark but Ken had obviously made note of it.
That pretty well cinched it for me, tonight he had incest on his mind. Convention be damned. He wanted it, I wanted it, we were both adults. The only thing that remained now was for me to make it as romantic and erotic as possible.
Ken sat down and I got up and poured the wine. I wanted to get up so that I could again stand between him and the fire place. Then I managed to bend over enough so that he could see down my low cut neck line and take notice of my bare boobs and nipples.
He took the opportunity to put his hand on my butt and then finger the material and say "I love the feel of its material it is really sensuous."
"I'll give you five minutes to stop feeling my behind." Ken laughed, but dropped his hand after giving my butt a gentle pinch.
"You put it that close to me and that's what is going to happen." he said.
"Promises, promises."
Supper done and dishes in the dishwasher we sat down to watch the video I had rented that day. It was one I had often tried to buy but couldn't find in purchase racks. It was part of a series called "Erotic Encounters". I used to rent it for my lesbian encounters as it was definitely intended to arouse the female of the species, and it always did. I wanted to try it with a male.
I started it and let Ken watch it for a few minutes before I sat down next to him on the couch. He got very hard as he watched the lesbian scenes. It was at a point where two girls were first French kissing and then playing with and kissing each others breasts. As I sat down I pulled his near arm up and over my shoulders so that his hand was hanging near my right boob.
I rested my left hand on his right thigh having to collapse part of his tent as I did. The next story started which featured a guy softly tied spread eagle and naked on a bed with the girl teasing him with a feather duster.
I readjusted myself so that his hand would fall naturally on my breast unless he deliberately held it away. Ever the gentleman he did just that. I put my hand on top of his and gently pushed it downward until his palm was against the tip of my hard nipple and separated only by thin silk.