My plan to seduce my father is my greatest fantasy.
My plan to seduce my father started as one of my masturbatory fantasies. The fact is that my dad has a beautiful cock and I’ve wanted it all my life. There were times when I could hear my parents fucking in the early morning. I especially liked the sound of my mother sucking his dick. The music of her suction and gentle gags would often go on for close to an hour and it was like erotic music to me. Down the hall and laying in my bed with my fingers in my crotch, the longer mom sucked dad’s penis was the longer I masturbated. There were mornings where I would bring myself off repeatedly, imagining the taste of his sperm in my mouth.
To mainstream society I am sexually perverted, some even would call me mentally ill for my desires. Regardless of public opinions, I’ve had never experienced the joy of having my dad inside me. I didn’t know if the slight bend in his shaft hits that sensitive spot just above my cervix. But, with the passing of my mother, I had begun to believe that there might be a chance for me to seduce my dad.
We’ve always had a very physically affectionate relationship. It’s been filled with hugs, cuddles and me sitting in his lap and admittedly, it was me who instigated all of it. My father actually put an end to me kissing him on the lips. I suspect that he sensed that my feelings ran deeper than a daughter’s longing for fatherly attention. As the years went by, I became obsessed with my lust for his cock that I ended up taking an art class in sculpting, just so I could make a dildo version of it. Without surprise, I’ve masturbated with it so often that the stone is stained with my juices.
My plan to seduce my father was simple, he hadn’t dated or been with anyone woman since my mom died and I was no better after my divorce. I’ve never been good at being subtle and my father has never been good at taking a hint, so the best choice was the direct approach. He would either bed me or he wouldn’t. But I wanted to set the mood, and present myself as the kind of woman my dad lusts for. To achieve the esthetic, I bought myself vintage stockings, a six-strap garter belt and a matching shelf bra and panty. My dad has always said how much he loves the women from the 1950s and prior. I laid everything out on the kitchen table for him to see when he came over. I put on, over my dress, a homemade apron from a 50’s pattern, complete with ruffles, to subconsciously link the underthings to me. I wanted to trigger some nostalgia in him. But I was very prepared to start the conversation should he refrain.
He came over to my home and all my nice vintage lingerie was there for him to inspect and I even made sure that I left a white streak from my juices in the panties. As I poured us both a cup of coffee and sat down at the table it was obvious that he was avoiding saying anything about my undergarments. As I suspected, I would have to start the conversation and I went directly for the stained panties. “Did mom ever have a problem with white stains in in her panties?” I asked him.
What started as an uncomfortable conversation, ended with some laughs and him admitting that I was a full grown woman. Little white marks in woman’s panties don’t always mean that she’s horny but very often, they do. Before the end of his visit, we both admitted to only being sexually involved with our hands and imaginations. As far as I could tell, this was a very successful beginning.
My next part of my plan to seduce my father was that he had to see me wearing my lingerie.
Doing this took some time, because it required us spending a lot of time together. I ended up going with him to flea markets to look for tools and even one fishing trip, all the things that I find boring. On the other hand, it was working wonders on our relationship and eventually we were holding hands and exchanging little pecks every where we went. After a couple of months of this, I eventually got some new vintage lingerie and outright asked my dad for his opinion. It made him squirm with discomfort when I walked out of my bedroom in black silk stockings and wearing crotchless panties with an open cup shelf bra. Seeing me drove the point home that I’m a fully grown adult woman, who’s very capable of pleasing him sexually. So I pushed my luck, kept on the risque lingerie and merely threw a short, loose fitting housecoat over top for the remainder of his visit.
Another month passed and still no father-daughter sex. Things were moving in the right direction, but it was slow going and I had no way to force the issue. The big break occurred when he came over one Sunday afternoon for dinner. I had started making this a weekly ritual. As always, I picked my outfits with extreme care, favoring the older fashions. On this occasion I was wearing a simple red mid length dress from the 1940s with the same crotchless lingerie ensemble. My father adores it when a woman cooks, sets a table and serves a meal. It was obvious how pleased he was by the twinkle in his eyes.
We ate our dinner and as he was sipping an after-dinner glass of wine, he remarked how his shoulder and chest muscles were sore. So taking a chance, I offered him a massage. Asking him to remove his shirt and lie down on the living room carpet. Straddling his hips, with my body weight being shifted into my knees and hands, I massaged baby oil into his tired muscles and watched his face release all his stress. Slowly his eyes began to close and I lowered my straddle down from his hips and stomach to over his crotch. Shifting my weight out of my upper body to my lower half, I wanted to feel any erection he might have against my vagina.
20 minutes passed and there was no noticeable blood flow in his pants. Therefore, with devious gyrations, I gently mimicked ridding his cock in an attempt to entice him to have a boner. This was about the same time that I noticed he had begun to snore. At first I thought this might be yet another failure, or rather maybe this was an opportunity to push my luck. So, very gently I glided myself off of him while simultaneously running my fingers down his abdomen. My goal was to get his pants open without causing him to flinch.
In what seemed like forever, I found a way to get the head of his cock to protrude out of the waistline of his pants. It was only the mushroom head, but it was magnificent to me and all I needed to do was get my mouth on it. Quietly, I lowered my head and sucked the tip into my mouth. As my dad moaned in pleasure it was clear to me that he wasn’t yet awake.
The blood began to flow into his member and with each gentle suck it got bigger until finally he woke. “What the fuck are you doing?” There was no surprises, this moment was bound to happen and it was now time to think fast. Should I break the rhythm and have a difficult conversation that would probably have ended in him storming out of my home? Or, should I continue to press my luck and try kissing him?
I opted for the 2nd choice and gave my dad a hard and passionate kiss. He fought me for a few seconds and then I reached down and began stroking his dick. He relented and finally responded by grabbing my ass.
It was a good thing that I was wearing crotchless panties because any pauses would have given my dad time to reconsider what was happening. With just enough of his cock poking out of his pants I quickly mounted him while still managing to keep my tongue in his mouth. He swore, “what the fuck are we doing?” and then his eyes rolled back in his head as the physical pleasures over took him. We were at last having sex and from there was no turning back. Whatever guilt or hangups he was wrestling with, the barrier between father and daughter was now forever broken.
As quickly as it had started the entire moment ended because of our orgasms. His was short and intense, but mine was long and full bodied. Unfortunately, things didn’t end as I hoped, but that was expected too. It as important that he have his space to consider what had happened. I knew that he would eventually come back to me in order to have a very difficult conversation. When that happened I made my feelings very clear. I admitted that I wanted an ongoing sexual relationship with him. He never outright refused me, and when he left, he said that he’d “think about it.”
Since then we’ve resumed our weekly shared meals, but have not been intimate. We are starting to become loving once more. He seems to be preoccupied with the notion that he enticed or tricked me into wanting sex with him. Of course, he didn’t do anything overt, unless you include that it’s from just being my dad.
