MY DAD CHIRSTMAS PRESENT

MY DAD CHRISTMAS PRESENT

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Summary:
No matter how old you get, Christmas morning is a special time. Here I was,
twenty years old yet still giggling like a little schoolgirl as I waited at the
top of the stairs. What special present did my dad have for me this year?

Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Gifts of Christmas Past
Chapter 2 – Christmas Morning Gift Opening
Chapter 3 – Thanking My Mom While My Dad Watches
Chapter 4 – My Dad Gives Me Another Gift


Chapter 1 – Gifts of Christmas Past
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It was Christmas morning and I was excited. It didn’t matter that I was twenty
– I still felt like a little girl waking up and wondering what’s waiting for me
under the tree. As I’ve gotten older the gifts have changed. Instead of dolls
and little ponies it seems that clothes became more dominate as I got older.
There is usually something fun thrown in though but the thing I always look
forward to the most is the last gift of the day – my dad’s special gift just for
me.

My dad’s gift is always some sort of special outfit he picked out just for me
and even my mom had to wait until I opened it to find out what was inside. He
started this “tradition” back when I was twelve and each year as I started
getting my figure, the contents of the box became more and more “interesting”.

The first year it was a Tinkerbelle costume right down to the little pink shoes.
I’d never worn anything quite so sheer though – even the panties were sheer
pink. I can remember the look my mother gave my dad but then she saw the
excitement in my face and just shrugged her shoulders. I couldn’t wait to try
it on and show my dad how I looked in it. Needless to say I never wore it in
public but I still have it to this day and now and then I pull it out and
remember how grown up I felt wearing such a sexy outfit. Of course I didn’t
fill out the top at all and my thin legs weren’t anywhere near as good looking
as I thought they were back then but I loved the way my dad looked at me when I
paraded it in front of him and my mom.

The next few years seemed to follow a general theme where my dad would buy me
some sort of costume for me to model afterwards. I loved them because they were
always something that made me feel sexy and more grown-up. One of my favorites
was the Daisy Duke outfit I got when I was fourteen. The shorts were so small
and tight I could barely fit into them and when I did they pulled so far up into
my crotch it was like I was masturbating with every step I took!

It was the sexiest outfit so far, maybe because during the past year I had
started having sex, sucking and fucking my boyfriend Steve. I wore the outfit
for him one day and he got an instant erection! Of course I was more than happy
to take care of THAT condition! I didn’t tell him exactly how I got it or what
I did in it Christmas morning as it probably would have been misunderstood by
someone not familiar with my family traditions

Then came the year I was sixteen with my seventeenth birthday only a couple of
months away. This was a special Christmas as it was the first once since I’d
started having sex with my parents. What made it so much more fun was my dad
didn’t have to be so discreet anymore about his desires for me.

Well, he certainly must have been horny for me when he chose my outfit that
year! It was a string bikini that could have been given to me in a standard
envelope instead of a box. The whole thing consisted of nothing more than some
string with three small triangles of thin cloth barely big enough to cover my
nipples and pussy. Well, it didn’t even do that because at that age I wasn’t
shaving my pussy as I do now so the bottom triangle actually had a border of
short fuzzy brown pubic hair sticking out around it. When I came downstairs
wearing it my dad’s eyes widened like saucers and a cunning grin came to his
face. Even my mom nodded approvingly as I was finally getting a figure that
complemented this type of outfit. After showing it off for him I sat on my
dad’s lap and I could feel his hard cock through the soft material of his
sweatpants against my all but bare ass. I’ll always remember that Christmas as
the first time my dad fucked me in one of my new outfits!

So here I was again, waking up horny as usual wondering what was waiting for me
under the tree. As I laid back in my bed I felt a bit claustrophobic as my
bedroom door was shut – something that normally never happened. It wasn’t that I
had anything to hide from my parents but this morning was different in that my
grandparents were sleeping in the spare bedroom down the hall. Since my room
was on the opposite side of the hallway from bathroom, it wouldn’t do for one of
them to wake up in the middle of the night and see me sleeping nude in my bed
(which I have been doing since I was twelve).

My parents have always slept nude but growing up I wore silly little pajamas and
then little girl nighties until one day when I saw my parents undressing for bed
I wondered what it would be like to sleep without any clothes on so I took off
my nightie and slipped between the sheets nude. It felt strange at first but at
the same time I liked the feel of the sheets against my bare skin and besides,
what girl doesn’t like to be like her mom?

One morning my dad was up to get ready for work and he noticed I was nude as my
covers had been thrown off during the night. I must have subconsciously
realized he was looking at me because I woke up to see him standing in my door.
He was nude himself but then he usually was this time of the morning. I noticed
his cock was getting hard but again, it was not unusual to see my dad that way
after leaving their bedroom so I didn’t think anything odd about it. I smiled
at him and he grinned back at me.

“So I see our little girl is growing up,” he said to me. “So what’s wrong,
outgrow outgrown your pajamas?”

“Oh daddy!” I responded, blushing just a little bit.

My dad just smiled at winked at me and went on to the bathroom. From that time
on he never mentioned anything again to me about sleeping nude but looking back
now I realize that he started tucking me in bed again, something he had stopped
doing years ago.

While I liked to sleep nude, I rarely went about the house nude. I typically
wore a long t-shirt in the evenings and then as I got older I learned how soft
my dad’s dress shirts felt to wear – not to mention how accessible they were! I
normally didn’t strip down until I was ready to hit the hay.


Chapter 2 – Christmas Morning Gift Opening
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So this Christmas I had to make a choice, wear something to bed or close the
door.