I can be as sneaky as the next bitch, but only when necessary. Juggling secrets is exhausting work. Sooner or later even the best webs becomes too tangled to manage. I'd reached a point in my life where I wanted to share all my naughty secrets with someone I could trust. I was rapidly approaching 50 and wanted validation for all the unladylike choices I'd made so far.
So I called that one person who would listen and give me an honest appraisal... my Dad. He had always been a doting parent and tirelessly defended me in front of my Mother, who saw through all my bullshit and judged me harshly. They were polar opposites, Dad seeing only his Ginger angel and Mom seeing a conniving oversexed slut.
Dad sat at one end of the couch, while I sat at the other. He loved seeing me all girly, so I wore his favorite mint sundress. He always complimented me on my appearance and his choice to still see me as a leggy eighteen year old cutie, made me smile, despite the additional 40 pounds, dimpled flesh and tummy rolls. Neither of us had time commitments to honor and we relaxed with our vodka lemonades. We finished with the small talk and I dove straight into the deep end of the pool. I told him that nothing was off limits and I wanted him to be brutally honest.
"You always wanted me to call you 'Daddy', but I just couldn't. I want you to know why."
"Wow, we haven't talked about stuff like this in a long time, Punkin."
"I know, but I think I'm ready to talk about it again, if you're ok with it?"
"Anything for my baby girl."
"You always chose to be a good father all those times I showed myself off for you. When I wore dresses without panties, or my towel 'slipped' as I walked back to my bedroom. Or I'd lay out by the pool topless. C'mon, Dad... I know you noticed."
"Of course I noticed, how could I not? When you turned 18, my world changed."
"Did you think I was sexy?"
"Yes."
"Did you want me?"
"Very much."
"How much?"
"Enough that I thought about throwing my marriage away just to be with you."
"Mmmm, that makes me feel good. You did your best to ignore me and it kind of hurt. I felt totally rejected. Wasn't I cute enough or desirable enough for you? So I
offered myself to other men, older guys. And I called all of them 'Daddy', wanting them to be you. Does that make sense?"
"I suppose so. There was no way I could join your fantasy, honey. It would have destroyed the family. If I'd sat down and tried explaining how I felt, I'd have looked into your amazing blue eyes and given in. I would have done anything you asked for just one real kiss."
"Oh fuck!"
"Exactly. Remember that I only kissed you on the forehead after that? I was living with this delicious creature day in and day out. Teasing and flirting with me constantly. Good God, you were killing me!"
"You didn't mind that I whored around?"
"Of course not. There was no way I could make you happy, so whatever or whoever you needed was ok with me. How could I be jealous? You offered all those curves to me first and I was totally flattered."
"Aawww, thank you... Daddy!" His face brightened and he smiled at hearing me call him that. I saw his eyes mist up just a bit and a slight bulge began forming in his shorts.
"I always loved that you never shaved down there."
"Down there? You mean my pussy? I think we can dispense with social niceties, now. I'd rub my cunny with baby oil so she'd look all wet for you. Did you like that?"
"Jeezuz, yes! My heart would skip two beats when your dress would ride up enough for me to see your hairy pussy and those amazing ass cheeks!"
"I had to show all that off, because my titties were so little. Mom's were so big and I
wanted mine to be just as fat. I felt bad that I wasn't more curvy for you."
My dress neckline included a fairly daring slit held together by a cute bow, which I loosened and allowed to drape open, showing off my middle aged cleavage. Just like my Mother, my tits got nice and fat during pregnancy and pretty much stayed that way.
"Oh, Punkin! I'd have worshiped your tender little milk bags. Gawd, your nipples looked like tiny ripe raspberries. When you'd walk from the bathroom to your bedroom and drop your towel! The way your little tits jiggled, drove me wild. And you always had that world class pornstar ass! You were a wet dream come true."
"Daddy... did you ever masturbate thinking about me?"
"Oh hell yes! And you take this to your grave... I fantasized it was you whenever I fucked your mother. I actually got her to wear one of your dresses one night and I fucked her within an inch of her life! She even called me Daddy! It was really dirty, but she never did it again. I think she realized that I was in love with you."
"You were in love with me! FUCK!"
"Of course I was. We all were. All my friends thought you were the hottest thing! I'd be on my fishing trips and the guys would tell me what they'd do to you if they got the chance. I forgave them, it wasn't their fault. Did you ever... you know?"
"Fuck your friends? I fucked all of them... they were sworn to secrecy! Glad they never told you. I even let them gangbang me when you all turned 50!"
"OMFG! You were such a slut!"
"Daddy, I still am a slut!"
"Even after you married Scott?"
"Of course. Scott is a pretty Momma's boy and only ever made me cum once. He prefers watching me with other men. He REALLY enjoys watching. He's romantic and sweet and not a very good lover. So we have an open marriage, more or less. I hope that doesn't upset you?"
"Wow! It only makes you hotter, if that's even possible?"