I come from a small hometown in Texas. I started fucking my father when I was 22, after I got out of the military and lived at home for about a year and a half, before moving to a bigger city. My dad and I never had a conventional relationship. I wasn’t daddy’s girl and he wasn’t a doting father. He drank a lot. He definitely liked his drink and he got silly when he drank. Don’t get the wrong impression. He wasn’t a bad person. He was an ordinary, average-looking, average-built man in his mid-40s. He was just dad. And I was just his daughter. We didn’t mean to step over any boundaries. We just did. It began innocently enough. It was September and I was going to the local college, taking afternoon classes. Dad had his own construction business and worked odd hours. My mother worked in an office and escort didn’t get home until after five in the afternoon. One day, I was in the bathroom, still dripping from my shower, I had my leg propped up on the edge of the tub for balance and was bent over, drying my hair. I heard a car door slam and, soon after, I noticed a draft and I looked toward the door. There he was, his eyes fixed on my ass. I don’t know how long he and I stood there (well, I was bent over), but it seemed like a long time before he looked up to meet my eyes. He jumped and looked away. “Why aren’t you at your class?” he asked brusquely. I didn’t move, made no attempt to cover up. “It’s Tuesday. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, class starts at noon,” I told him. “And I’m always taking a shower around this time.” “Well, hurry up! I’ve bayan escort gotta pee!” He quickly closed the door, but not before he took a last look at my naked ass and met my eyes again. Why didn’t I cover up? Why didn’t I squeal and wrap the towel around my breasts and ass? Why didn’t I yell at my father to close the door? Why did I all but ask him to help himself to my naked ass? Why didn’t I act shocked? Appalled? Outraged? Why? Because I wasn’t. To be truthful, I was pretty turned on. I had never seen my daddy look at me that way before that day and I didn’t know how I felt about it. But, as I continued drying off, I looked the clock. It was 10:45 a.m. Thursday morning, I got in the shower at 10:35. I was shaking with anticipation as I turned the water on. I wanted to see if my father would escort bayan show up, now that he knew when he could catch me naked and wet and pretty damned inviting. I felt wicked. Wicked, but determined. Maybe it was because I’d just gotten out of the military and missed the easy, random sex any woman can find there. Maybe it was because I wasn’t a daddy’s girl. Maybe it was because I just enjoyed sex and, in a small town, who better to fuck me regularly than my own daddy? I turned off the water and waited. And waited. It was nearly 11:00 when I decided to finish drying myself off and get dressed – when I finally heard it. A car door slammed. I quickly bent at the waist over the tub. I spread my legs a bit wider than necessary and began to rub my hair dry. And I wondered if he would open the door. I didn’t have to wonder long. I felt the draft as the door swung open and I took my sweet time before looking over my shoulder at my father standing in the doorway. Again, I let him look as long as he liked.