Chapter 2: Thoughts of My Dad

Although my break officially started on a Friday and everyone was supposed to be off-campus, I got permission to stay in my apartment until Saturday so I could help out with an event for my church youth group on Saturday. It was lonely that night as the campus was practically deserted. Lying in bed that evening I kept thinking about how I could’ve been home right then and how wonderful it would have been to be with my family instead of wasting away the evening watching TV all alone.

The more I thought about being home the more the tingle between my legs grew stronger. Nobody was around so I turned off the TV, stripped down, and laid back on my bed naked with my head supported by a pillow. Reaching down with my right hand, I cupped my warm crotch with my hand. Just the slight pressure of my palm against me was enough to make me gasp slightly as goose bumps instantly raised all over my body. With my left hand, I traced my fingertips lightly over my firm stomach and slowly moved up to my boobs, running little circles around my nipples which quickly hardened in response. Using two fingers, I pinched my left nipple and tugged on it, then letting it snap back. A shiver ran up and down my spine as I repeated it on my right breast and then back again on my left one.

My eyes closed as I imagined being home, watching TV in the family room with my parents. I would be wearing one of my dad’s favorite dress shirts, the long tails hanging down to cover my bare ass with only a couple of buttons at the bottom buttoned, just enough to keep it from opening completely. My dad would be in his Lazy-Boy, wearing his Nike shorts and T-shirt while my mom would be in her chair, typically in a long nightshirt that draped below her knees.

My dad loves to watch StarGate, not that the show itself is so great, rather he’s enamored with Amanda Tapping. Something about a pretty young woman who’s smart and can take care of herself seems to turn him on enormously. Whenever she is on the screen he becomes more alert and sometimes even starts rubbing himself. In my dream, she had a large role in tonight’s episode and thus was seen more often than usual, making my dad so horny he finally had to pull his hard cock out of his shorts and then he started stroking himself.

While the image of seeing your dad masturbating to a woman on TV might seem odd to most people, at my house it wasn’t all that unusual. I’d been raised to know that fundamentally, masturbation was no different than scratching an itch - a physical response to a need your body had at the time. It was certainly nothing to be ashamed of and while it wasn’t polite to flaunt it, doing it discreetly when the need struck was not only acceptable, it was expected. What was the point in putting it off until later when you could ‘scratch the itch” now? Let me be clear that while growing up, I never saw any sexual connection between my father’s frequent urges to masturbate and me. After all, I was his daughter so why would he think of me that way? Of course, looking back it was all quite obvious but I guess when you are young and naive that even when it’s right in front of you the message doesn’t always get through.

Usually I masturbated in my room but in a few cases, such as when a sexy guy was on TV, I would do it on the couch or even in the backseat of our car when we traveled. Obviously, I was aware that my dad would watch me but I assumed it was just his concern for my well-being, not that it turned him on in any way. Again, I didn’t think father’s thought about their own daughter’s that way. When I saw my dad’s cock, I certainly didn’t think about him the same way as when one of my boyfriends would take his out for me.

Well, I was a bit off-base with that assumption but you can’t blame me when you consider the environment I was raised in. It’s interesting to me that being raised in a sexually “open” home, the idea of incest just didn’t occur to me whereas had I been raised like most of my friends, many things about my dad’s behavior would have been taken in an entirely different light. For me, it was just normal family life.

Of course, once I started having sex with my dad back when I was sixteen, I realized what the real story was so now when I see my dad masturbating outside my room I know it’s me he’s thinking of. Even though I now know that when I masturbate in front of him that it turns him on, I still do it if I felt the need to but it feels different knowing he is not only watching me, but that he wants to fuck me as well. Sometimes now I to it just to please him, knowing he likes to see me playing with myself.

As I dreamed of my father stroking himself as he stared at Amanda’s hot body, I imagined myself playing with myself across the room for him, unbuttoning the few remaining buttons and letting the shirt fall to my sides, revealing my nude body to him. As much as he was turned on by his TV fantasy girl, I know he loves seeing his daughter masturbating even more and tonight I dreamed I was putting on a real show for him, just for his entertainment.