Connecting with my birth father at age 10 and a forbidden relationship develops
For the first 10 years of my life, all that I knew about my father was the hateful things mom would say about him. She wouldn’t refer to him by name, only calling him the “deadbeat musician”. My grandparents wouldn’t even tell me his name, just saying I was better off not knowing.
But I needed to know, and the day I managed to find my birth certificate, I finally had his name. Thanks to Google I was able to finally see who he was. He was a guitarist in a traveling band that played bars and occasionally opened for 80s bands that played casinos and small venues. I was suddenly addicted to secretly learning about my father. A tall, slim, handsome man in his 30s with long hair, the rocker look.
Through YouTube videos I watched him perform and was not expecting to feel aroused looking at him, watching him play guitar with confidence. My heart would race and I felt my pussy grow wet. I even started having sex dreams about him. My infatuation led me to finding his Facebook profile where he was listed as single. After weeks of inner debate, I decided to send an email to the email address listed on his profile. Since I had my mom’s last name, I wondered if he would figure out who I was.
After sending the email saying that I was a young music fan and admired his skill and wanted to learn about music, I waited and hoped for a reply. When he replied he was the nicest guy, told me he had a daughter my age that he always wanted to get to know, but his ex refused to let him speak to. His words touched me so much that my reply to him was telling him who I really was and that mom didn’t know I was reaching out to him.
That began a series of emails of us getting to know each other. After a few emails, he asked if I would send him a picture. I wanted to send one that would really catch his eye. So I went to my closet and dresser and found one of my favorite tight mini skirts and a tube top that showed the cleavage of my early blossoming breasts that were b cup thanks to my mom’s busty genetics. After teasing up my hair and applying make up, I took a couple and sent them.
His reply was that any boy would be lucky to have me as a girlfriend, that I was extremely beautiful and would be a sexy woman. I didn’t find it weird that my birth father was calling me sexy, it made me want to send him more. This cute rocker called me sexy. With him half way across the country on tour, we had our emails which turned to text messaging.
When I knew things were turning in a forbidden direction was one night as I laid in bed texting him after his show. He asked for a picture, I asked if anything was off limits. His reply was no, so I stripped off the tshirt I was wearing and laid on my side. I slidthe sheet between my legs and it still covered my breasts. A simple yet sexy look. Snapping a picture, I sent it and waited for the reply. His reply was that if I wasn’t his daughter he would ask to see more.
A few days of texting passed, then came the day he said he was just hanging out in his hotel room, no show that day. It was summer, I was about to turn 11, and mom was at work. So I replied that we could video chat if he wanted to, to which he said when I was ready to send him a request. It was my first time chatting face to face with my dad, and a man I was having urges for. So I changed into a lace bralette and a mini skirt, touched up my make up and did my hair, then sent him the request.
As soon as he popped on the screen I saw his eyes get big for a second as he could see the trim of my bralette and the shape of my breasts. We talked so easily, and I loved every second of the chat. I decided right then and there that I was going to push the limits.
“Being on the road all the time must get lonely” I said
“Yeah, there are temptations out here, but I avoid giving in to them” he replied
“Why do you avoid giving in?”
“It just doesn’t feel right, it used to, but now I just prefer to be alone”
“So it’s been a while since you’ve even looked at a woman?” I asked, my free hand resting at the trim of my bralette
“Yeah, it has been a few years”
That was when I took a deep breath and tugged the bralette off of my breast as I looked into the camera and playfully bit my lower lip, his eyes grew big and his jaw dropped
“God you’re so perfect baby” he said, which made me move my free hand to the other bralette cup and uncover my other breast
“Thank you. You’ve been deprived long enough” I said in a sweet tone
“Would it be wrong if I took a screen shot of this?”
“You can do whatever you want”
‘Would it be wrong to say seeing you turns me on?” He asked
“It’s not wrong, the feeling is mutual, would you take your shirt off for me?”
My heart raced as I watched my dad take his shirt off, his chest wasn’t hairy. I smiled as I laid the phone down long enough to pull off my bralette and drop it on the bed beside me. Propping the phone up on a pillow, I laid on my side to talk to daddy, sliding further from the phone so he could see all the way to my skirt and thighs
“Baby, you have the body of a woman” Daddy said as I caressed my breasts for him
“You make me feel like a woman” I replied as my nipples hardened, growing more horny by the second.
My mini skirt zipped all the way from top to bottom, reaching down, I started to lower the zipper, slowly revealing my black lace thong until the zipper was undone. Moving the fabric off of me, I saw daddy’s jaw drop as he looked at my panties. He propped his phone on a pillow and moved until I could see he was only wearing boxers and the shape of his hard cock pushing out the fabric. The crotch of my panties were so wet.
There was no backing out now, I needed him to see me naked. Pushing my thong down, my bald preteen pussy on display for him. Did any other almost 11 year Olds do this with their daddy’s I wondered. My eyes grew when I saw daddy start to push his boxers down, I was about to see my first cock.
“It’s so big daddy” I said as I looked at his cock, memorizing every inch of it
“Your pussy is so perfect baby, rub it for me” Daddy said
I slid my hand slowly down my belly and over my hip to my thigh, then up the inside to my pussy. Masturbating was something i loved doing it alone, doing it whole someone watched was a new level of exciting. As I started to massage my clit in circles, I watched daddy start to stroke his cock.
I started to moan from the pleasure of masturbating ans seeing my daddy masturbate for me. I wondered what it would feel like inside of me, my fingers began moving faster as daddy’s hand moved faster
“I love you baby” he started moaning over and over
“I love you too daddy, I want you inside me” I moaned back
“I want to be inside you baby”
“Daddy yes daddy yes” my moans grew louder, my body racing toward orgasm as I rubbed my pussy faster, daddy’s hand moving fast on his cock
“I’m gonna cum daddy, I’m gonna cum”
“Me too baby, me too”
My body began shaking as my orgasm hit, more powerful that I had ever felt before. I heard daddy groan just before I saw his cum shoot onto the sheets of the bed. We laid there smiling at each other and talked a little more until there was a knock on daddy’s door.
“I’ve gotta go baby, I want to send you some presents”
“I’ll try ans find a friend who will let me use their address” I replied
“Okay baby, I love you”
‘”I love you too daddy”
Ending the call, I laid there naked on my back, smiling at what had just happened, thinking about hiw hot he looked and how hot it was to masturbate on cam. It didn’t take me long to find a friend who would let me use their address ans texted it to daddy.
That evening when mom was home, I had to battle to keep the smile I had had all afternoon from being too obvious. All I could think about was how I wished daddy was closer to me so I could know what his touch and kiss would feel like and what his cock would feel like inside of me
To be continued
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