SOU A OUTRA MULHER DO MEU PAI
I inherited a little bit of my father's stature, and although our measurements are equal with my mother, I have an advantage over her at 1.72 meters tall. Since I was twelve years old, many of her coworkers would make stupid jokes calling her suegra (mother-in-law), which bothered me. I never had boyfriends and preferred to have friends without letting them get too close or take me to bed like it was common with my girlfriends, some of whom commented that they had sex with their friends since the age of ten, and others even with their own brothers.
My mother has always been very open about sexual matters, and when I got my first period, she knew exactly what it was and how to deal with it. She understood that at any moment I could initiate a sexual relationship and it was necessary to take precautions; and this happened just with the man she loved: my father.
I wanted to mention this so you know that I live in a normal home, I don't have traumas, and my behavior doesn't follow pathologies or anything like that. I simply loved my dad since I was old enough to reason, and my Electra complex, if they want to call it that, is still alive and kicking.
I inherited many things from my parents, and logically, my mother's latent presence has always been in me, to the point where at seven years old, she took me to a psychologist because I surprised her by masturbating several times. Over time, I confessed to her that I had already gotten over that habit and didn't have any reasons for her to worry about it. The topic was never brought up again between us, but I would take advantage of the afternoons when I got home from school and found myself alone, undress, and maliciously leave the curtains open in our apartment so that the neighbors could see me as God brought me into the world, especially a gentleman around forty years old who woke up at five am to look at me.
It was normal for me to do the same thing in my room, and on some occasions, I let my fantasy run wild, imagining that I entered naked, got into bed with them, and we had a delicious trio until we were all exhausted from loving each other so much. In fact, it remained just a fantasy because my mother and father would never have accepted such a thing.
To avoid prolonging the story, the truth is that when I turned fifteen, my father came to visit us and they decided that we would leave the city for the whole weekend. On Saturday morning, we took my mother's car, and she asked me to get in the front passenger seat because after drinking the night before and making love like a slut with my father, she was indisposed and wanted to sleep in the backseat during the trip. Very obedient, I accepted accompanying my great love while he drove on the road towards Tierra Caliente.
When we had been driving for almost an hour, we started to feel the temperature change, and without thinking twice, I undressed from my sweatpants because the heat was evident. I was wearing a gym shorts underneath that were quite wide, and as underwear, a white thong that didn't cover much since it got stuck between my vagina lips and my buttocks, which are pretty big, by the way, since I have 110 cm of hips. I never accepted using large underwear and if my mother wore dental floss all the time and walked around with her butt in the air, then I told her that I also had the right to do it.
To stretch out, I took off my hosiery, and placed my feet on the inside of the windshield. My father, who was observing my long legs, told me it was dangerous and that it would be more convenient for me to put them on his legs but without moving too much, something I accepted immediately. When I put my left foot in the middle of his thighs, he took my foot delicately, caressed it, and stretched it a bit to avoid contact with his cock, already agitated.
As we approached the city, supposedly to wake me up so I could get ready, he called my mom and we headed to the hotel.
We arrived at the room around 10 am. Since it was very hot, he suggested we put on our swimsuits to go to the pool for breakfast. We did that and spent almost the whole day there. He read or tried to, I swam with my mom, and sunbathed near a kiosk. Mom put on a yellow dental floss, took off her bra, and lay down on her back, while he slathered her back, legs, and booty with sunscreen. I wore a two-piece swimsuit and did the same. He asked me to apply the sunscreen, which he did with his trembling hands, spreading it all over my legs and butt. At 4 pm we returned to the room, took a shower, and went to sleep.
I then took advantage of the second part of my plan. I told him that tonight I wanted to sleep next to him, and that mom would sleep in the additional bed. He agreed, but only if I didn't move much, since he has a very light sleep. I agreed.
At 8 pm after dressing up, we went down to the dining room, had dinner, and then I told them I had a surprise. I went back to the room, grabbed a bottle of gin, and ordered them to toast in my honor for my 15th birthday. Since I know my mom is very bad at drinking, I took care of filling her glasses so that once we were in the room, she would be too drunk to resist.
He tried to repress me, but my mouth prevented him from speaking, since I bit his lips and kissed him with ferocity, while he let himself be carried away by temptation and desire that I had awakened in him during the trip. He caressed my butt, squeezing it. Totally out of control, I lay back on the bed, and he started kissing my breasts and belly until he reached my little thing, which he sucked with madness, and I had to bite the pillow not to scream from pleasure at my virgin slut orgasms.
I asked him to initiate me, since I wanted him to deflower me right there, since it would be his lover from that moment on, and this little thing would only be available for him. He opened my legs, placing his member in the entrance of my girl, and slowly started pushing it inside until I, in a fit of madness, grabbed him by the butt and pushed him with force, tearing me apart, but was such the pleasure that my pain was the most delicious thing someone can feel.
Then everything in my soul came undone, as I felt myself flooded by the warm semen that once created me. Then all the weight of his body collapsed on mine. As he lay next to me, mute, perhaps with remorse for having eaten me whole, I started caressing him gently like a woman, kissing him, leaving my tongue invade his mouth, taking his thing in my hands, pampering him and telling him that it would be our sweetest secret; the one we have kept until now, when coming to the capital, he stays at a discreet hotel since my mom, tired of waiting for him, decided to have a stable relationship with a doctor and end things with him. Since I don't have problems seeing him whenever he comes, we reserve the room with a double bed, go out at night, dance, and drink like two lovers, and I spend the weekend sleeping next to him, naked as I love being at all hours.
In some opportunities we've met up in any of the cities he visits periodically. This is how I live now; enjoying because I have the most wonderful and tender man in the world with me; my father, my lover, the one who made me a woman in every sense, and his wife for as long as we can be together.
And with pleasure I hope to become the mother of our children.
I inherited a little bit of my father's stature, and although our measurements are equal with my mother, I have an advantage over her at 1.72 meters tall. Since I was twelve years old, many of her coworkers would make stupid jokes calling her suegra (mother-in-law), which bothered me. I never had boyfriends and preferred to have friends without letting them get too close or take me to bed like it was common with my girlfriends, some of whom commented that they had sex with their friends since the age of ten, and others even with their own brothers.
My mother has always been very open about sexual matters, and when I got my first period, she knew exactly what it was and how to deal with it. She understood that at any moment I could initiate a sexual relationship and it was necessary to take precautions; and this happened just with the man she loved: my father.
I wanted to mention this so you know that I live in a normal home, I don't have traumas, and my behavior doesn't follow pathologies or anything like that. I simply loved my dad since I was old enough to reason, and my Electra complex, if they want to call it that, is still alive and kicking.
I inherited many things from my parents, and logically, my mother's latent presence has always been in me, to the point where at seven years old, she took me to a psychologist because I surprised her by masturbating several times. Over time, I confessed to her that I had already gotten over that habit and didn't have any reasons for her to worry about it. The topic was never brought up again between us, but I would take advantage of the afternoons when I got home from school and found myself alone, undress, and maliciously leave the curtains open in our apartment so that the neighbors could see me as God brought me into the world, especially a gentleman around forty years old who woke up at five am to look at me.
It was normal for me to do the same thing in my room, and on some occasions, I let my fantasy run wild, imagining that I entered naked, got into bed with them, and we had a delicious trio until we were all exhausted from loving each other so much. In fact, it remained just a fantasy because my mother and father would never have accepted such a thing.
To avoid prolonging the story, the truth is that when I turned fifteen, my father came to visit us and they decided that we would leave the city for the whole weekend. On Saturday morning, we took my mother's car, and she asked me to get in the front passenger seat because after drinking the night before and making love like a slut with my father, she was indisposed and wanted to sleep in the backseat during the trip. Very obedient, I accepted accompanying my great love while he drove on the road towards Tierra Caliente.
When we had been driving for almost an hour, we started to feel the temperature change, and without thinking twice, I undressed from my sweatpants because the heat was evident. I was wearing a gym shorts underneath that were quite wide, and as underwear, a white thong that didn't cover much since it got stuck between my vagina lips and my buttocks, which are pretty big, by the way, since I have 110 cm of hips. I never accepted using large underwear and if my mother wore dental floss all the time and walked around with her butt in the air, then I told her that I also had the right to do it.
To stretch out, I took off my hosiery, and placed my feet on the inside of the windshield. My father, who was observing my long legs, told me it was dangerous and that it would be more convenient for me to put them on his legs but without moving too much, something I accepted immediately. When I put my left foot in the middle of his thighs, he took my foot delicately, caressed it, and stretched it a bit to avoid contact with his cock, already agitated.
As we approached the city, supposedly to wake me up so I could get ready, he called my mom and we headed to the hotel.
We arrived at the room around 10 am. Since it was very hot, he suggested we put on our swimsuits to go to the pool for breakfast. We did that and spent almost the whole day there. He read or tried to, I swam with my mom, and sunbathed near a kiosk. Mom put on a yellow dental floss, took off her bra, and lay down on her back, while he slathered her back, legs, and booty with sunscreen. I wore a two-piece swimsuit and did the same. He asked me to apply the sunscreen, which he did with his trembling hands, spreading it all over my legs and butt. At 4 pm we returned to the room, took a shower, and went to sleep.
I then took advantage of the second part of my plan. I told him that tonight I wanted to sleep next to him, and that mom would sleep in the additional bed. He agreed, but only if I didn't move much, since he has a very light sleep. I agreed.
At 8 pm after dressing up, we went down to the dining room, had dinner, and then I told them I had a surprise. I went back to the room, grabbed a bottle of gin, and ordered them to toast in my honor for my 15th birthday. Since I know my mom is very bad at drinking, I took care of filling her glasses so that once we were in the room, she would be too drunk to resist.
He tried to repress me, but my mouth prevented him from speaking, since I bit his lips and kissed him with ferocity, while he let himself be carried away by temptation and desire that I had awakened in him during the trip. He caressed my butt, squeezing it. Totally out of control, I lay back on the bed, and he started kissing my breasts and belly until he reached my little thing, which he sucked with madness, and I had to bite the pillow not to scream from pleasure at my virgin slut orgasms.
I asked him to initiate me, since I wanted him to deflower me right there, since it would be his lover from that moment on, and this little thing would only be available for him. He opened my legs, placing his member in the entrance of my girl, and slowly started pushing it inside until I, in a fit of madness, grabbed him by the butt and pushed him with force, tearing me apart, but was such the pleasure that my pain was the most delicious thing someone can feel.
Then everything in my soul came undone, as I felt myself flooded by the warm semen that once created me. Then all the weight of his body collapsed on mine. As he lay next to me, mute, perhaps with remorse for having eaten me whole, I started caressing him gently like a woman, kissing him, leaving my tongue invade his mouth, taking his thing in my hands, pampering him and telling him that it would be our sweetest secret; the one we have kept until now, when coming to the capital, he stays at a discreet hotel since my mom, tired of waiting for him, decided to have a stable relationship with a doctor and end things with him. Since I don't have problems seeing him whenever he comes, we reserve the room with a double bed, go out at night, dance, and drink like two lovers, and I spend the weekend sleeping next to him, naked as I love being at all hours.
In some opportunities we've met up in any of the cities he visits periodically. This is how I live now; enjoying because I have the most wonderful and tender man in the world with me; my father, my lover, the one who made me a woman in every sense, and his wife for as long as we can be together.
And with pleasure I hope to become the mother of our children.