My name is Daniela, a mother and a sex addict. I had an early sexual initiation courtesy of my first boyfriend and his friends, then I discovered the true pleasure of sex thanks to my mom's lover, my biological father Alejandro. After lots of sex with him, I got pregnant and that's how I came up with the plan to make believe that my husband's wife's son was hers, clear, after having sex with her. That was a year ago and since then I've been nothing but diving deeper and deeper into my depraved perversion. And I liked it.
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The delivery was at the end of January. Time after that most of my body had returned to normality except for my tits.
The power of having breasts. All that attention I had on me. Everyone dying to try them out. Young and old, thin and fat, even men in my own family. My dad was the worst of them, so obsessed with pornography and especially big-breasted porn. Every time he checked the computer's browsing history at home, he found many visits to video sites where big breasts were the first thing he found, maybe he didn't know how to delete his history, maybe he left it there for me to see. Perhaps his obsession was triggered by having his little daughter with a pair of big breasts so close, a daughter whom he had crossed the line that no father should cross and as a result had gotten pregnant, or at least that's what he believed. I wasn't doing anything to alleviate his desires either. Every day I'd take advantage of my curves wearing tight or low-cut clothes and even some days I'd lie down in our backyard to soak up the sun topless.
One day when my sister and mom had gone out for a walk with my son, I took advantage of the time alone to entertain myself a bit with Dad. It wasn't hard to tempt him, I just ran into him while leaving his room, I was wearing short shorts and the top part of an old bikini that fit me poorly on my already developed breasts. I greeted him and after he, as usual, looked at my breasts, I said, Dad, are you looking at my breasts? He got nervous, tried to deny it, but before he could keep mumbling incoherently, I said, Here they are if you want to see them. I lowered the bikini and left it under both breasts, giving him a view of my chest in all its glory. My love, what are you doing? he hurriedly asked me. Don't tell me you don't like them, I've seen you looking at them many times and just wanted you to see them finally, I replied smiling innocently. Do you want to suck them? I asked while his gaze didn't leave my chest. My love, we said we couldn't do this again, he said while lifting his hands but holding them back excessively. We have little time, if you want to do it, you're going to have to do it now, I said.
I saw how hard it was through his pants. My chest filled with innocent compassion, as if his penis were a slutty baby locked in a cage, I wanted to rescue it, free it from the pants and zipper. I played with the button and zipper and let out a cry of frustration when I saw that the penis was also locked behind some boxers. I pulled on the short pants.
What do you want?, Dad asked. I looked at him face-to-face. Partly surprised that he was still there, partly surprised that he had to ask. Didn't it seem obvious what I wanted? I wanted to free his penis, not all would want to free an erect one? It seemed useless to talk and I let out a primitive animal growl. I felt so connected to myself, my instincts, my desire, my nature, there was no need to speak. I pulled down the waistband of my short pants again, pushing them down and exposing the tip of his penis.
“Well, well”, he said. He got up from the coffee table and took off his pants, his penis stood up and bounced forward. I knelt in front of the penis and rubbed my finger smoothly along its shaft.
Dad sat back down at the coffee table. Now his penis had exactly the same height as my breasts. I pressed my breasts forward until they enveloped his penis completely. It was soft and tender, I wanted to take care of his penis and make it feel safe and soft, but it was also very hot, my breasts really seemed to like his penis. It was as if they were made for him, as if my cleavage was designed specifically to hug his penis. With my hands, I pushed my breasts closer together, making my cleavage even more lush and soft, then I started moving up and down as if the penis was penetrating my cleavage, although it was me who was doing all the movement.
Dad didn't do much. He simply leaned back and looked at my cleavage, panting softly and letting out a groan every now and then. I gave myself over to it, everything felt so natural, so absolutely necessary. My tits needed this, that cock needed this, the world needed this.
I was still doing him a masturbation with my tits, I enjoyed feeling his penis while moving my tits up and down, a slippery patch of pre-seminal liquid against my skin.
Papá's breathing became more irregular with each passing moment. 'Oh, yes...', he murmured. Then his breathing stopped and he let out a loud groan as he ejaculated. His semen spraying my breasts, warm, wet spots all over my skin.
That was all, that was the first time I did a masturbation with breasts.
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The delivery was at the end of January. Time after that most of my body had returned to normality except for my tits.
The power of having breasts. All that attention I had on me. Everyone dying to try them out. Young and old, thin and fat, even men in my own family. My dad was the worst of them, so obsessed with pornography and especially big-breasted porn. Every time he checked the computer's browsing history at home, he found many visits to video sites where big breasts were the first thing he found, maybe he didn't know how to delete his history, maybe he left it there for me to see. Perhaps his obsession was triggered by having his little daughter with a pair of big breasts so close, a daughter whom he had crossed the line that no father should cross and as a result had gotten pregnant, or at least that's what he believed. I wasn't doing anything to alleviate his desires either. Every day I'd take advantage of my curves wearing tight or low-cut clothes and even some days I'd lie down in our backyard to soak up the sun topless.
One day when my sister and mom had gone out for a walk with my son, I took advantage of the time alone to entertain myself a bit with Dad. It wasn't hard to tempt him, I just ran into him while leaving his room, I was wearing short shorts and the top part of an old bikini that fit me poorly on my already developed breasts. I greeted him and after he, as usual, looked at my breasts, I said, Dad, are you looking at my breasts? He got nervous, tried to deny it, but before he could keep mumbling incoherently, I said, Here they are if you want to see them. I lowered the bikini and left it under both breasts, giving him a view of my chest in all its glory. My love, what are you doing? he hurriedly asked me. Don't tell me you don't like them, I've seen you looking at them many times and just wanted you to see them finally, I replied smiling innocently. Do you want to suck them? I asked while his gaze didn't leave my chest. My love, we said we couldn't do this again, he said while lifting his hands but holding them back excessively. We have little time, if you want to do it, you're going to have to do it now, I said.
I saw how hard it was through his pants. My chest filled with innocent compassion, as if his penis were a slutty baby locked in a cage, I wanted to rescue it, free it from the pants and zipper. I played with the button and zipper and let out a cry of frustration when I saw that the penis was also locked behind some boxers. I pulled on the short pants.
What do you want?, Dad asked. I looked at him face-to-face. Partly surprised that he was still there, partly surprised that he had to ask. Didn't it seem obvious what I wanted? I wanted to free his penis, not all would want to free an erect one? It seemed useless to talk and I let out a primitive animal growl. I felt so connected to myself, my instincts, my desire, my nature, there was no need to speak. I pulled down the waistband of my short pants again, pushing them down and exposing the tip of his penis.
“Well, well”, he said. He got up from the coffee table and took off his pants, his penis stood up and bounced forward. I knelt in front of the penis and rubbed my finger smoothly along its shaft.
Dad sat back down at the coffee table. Now his penis had exactly the same height as my breasts. I pressed my breasts forward until they enveloped his penis completely. It was soft and tender, I wanted to take care of his penis and make it feel safe and soft, but it was also very hot, my breasts really seemed to like his penis. It was as if they were made for him, as if my cleavage was designed specifically to hug his penis. With my hands, I pushed my breasts closer together, making my cleavage even more lush and soft, then I started moving up and down as if the penis was penetrating my cleavage, although it was me who was doing all the movement.
Dad didn't do much. He simply leaned back and looked at my cleavage, panting softly and letting out a groan every now and then. I gave myself over to it, everything felt so natural, so absolutely necessary. My tits needed this, that cock needed this, the world needed this.
I was still doing him a masturbation with my tits, I enjoyed feeling his penis while moving my tits up and down, a slippery patch of pre-seminal liquid against my skin.
Papá's breathing became more irregular with each passing moment. 'Oh, yes...', he murmured. Then his breathing stopped and he let out a loud groan as he ejaculated. His semen spraying my breasts, warm, wet spots all over my skin.
That was all, that was the first time I did a masturbation with breasts.
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