Sex with Daddy

My mom and dad were great parents and deeply in love with each other for over 40 years. My mom was deeply religious and had always told my three sisters and I that sex was made for making babies and not for enjoyment or pleasure. After she had become unable to bear children she stopped having any sexual relations with my dad. Despite the private nature of their relationship she told my sisters and I how she would no longer become intimate with our dad and that he like all men still repeatedly tried to get her to give in on her convictions. She told us how all men were this way and how it was a woman’s place to keep both her and her husband pure. This was one of her ways of trying to teach us girls about what she believed. Once we got married we each found that we enjoyed sex immensely and basically disregarded her lectures. Many times my sisters and I would remark on how despite dad having never raised the issue we felt sorry for him.

My dad was 35 years older than I was and at 68 had just retired from working outdoors all his life. He was still a very strong rugged man who could give most 20 year olds a real run for their money in not only looks but also in strength and endurance. After his retirement he came to visit my husband and I in our new home and to help us get some work done. My mom had stayed behind at home and dad was a huge help the days he was with us. He had helped us build a deck on the back of the house and I had stayed home from work one day to help him with the finishing touches. We had worked all day outside in the heat and once we finished I went inside to shower and get cleaned up. I was out of towels in our master bath so I grabbed my stuff and jumped into the shower in the hall bathroom while dad finished putting up the tools outside. I had dried off and was standing in front of the sink brushing my teeth stark naked when the door opened and my dad took a step inside. I was frozen as I stood feet away from my dad who had never seen me naked and now here I was with nothing in reach to cover myself. I cried out “daddy, I’m in here.” As he backed up in the doorway apologizing like crazy shutting the door as quickly as he had opened it. I rinsed my mouth and wrapped myself in my towel and hurried to my bedroom as fast as I could.

Once inside my bedroom I was filled with feelings of embarrassment and at the same time a feeling of eroticism somehow. I stood in front of my full length mirror looking at myself. At 23 I was 5’4” and weighed 112 pounds. My breasts were the smallest of any of the woman in my family with 34A cups but my stomach was flat and firm as well as my butt. My pussy was trimmed neatly and I was told by many men that I had a great body. I was not bashful to be nude in front of people and my husband and I had visited several nude beaches and I always found being naked around people fascinating. But, this was my father and my head was filled with strange feelings. I called my husband at work and told him what had happened and he laughed and asked if he liked what he saw. I told him it was not funny and he just shrugged it off. I got dressed in a pair of panties and put on one of my husbands large white t-shirts without a bra and slowly made my way out of the room wondering what my dad thought of the situation.

Dad was sitting in the living room watching baseball when I walked in. He started apologizing again saying he thought I was in my bedroom and he should have knocked. I told him it was ok and that I should have locked the door. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek and asked him if he wanted a cold drink. He said yes and I went to the kitchen and got us both a beer. We sat and talked for a while and my dad said that he should probably go back home.