Let me start by first mentioning that my father was raised in an incestuous family before marrying and having two kids (myself and my little brother). My mother knows nothing of that part of his past, nor of the love i shared with him.
I had been expirementing with my brother and two cousins (one boy one girl) since we were little; from 'show me yours i'll show you mine' to rubbing the heads of their dicks on our clits (yeah, we were horny lil kids).
We had been swiping our uncle's 'nudie deck' from his room and would try to copy what the people on the cards were doing. I would always think the women were so pretty, and thought how badly i wanted to be like one of them, enjoying themselves like that, but whenever we wanted to try penetration, the boys would say their penises felt too sensitive, so that never occured, but oral play & grinding made up most of the time we shared at family reunions.
My parents married early, one of those "omg im pregnant, let's get married so it's not born out of wedlock" situations. But overall they were wonderful together, but as work demanded more of my mother, she was doing night shifts and was never around. With her never around to see us our father had to pick up the slack and play 'super-dad' during the day, with mom arriving at our bedtime usually in a grumpy mood.
After dinner the three of us (me, bro, dad) would always sit down to watch a movie before bedtime. My brother would always want to sit as close to the TV as possible, and Dad would always lay behind me cuddled up on the couch.
I don't remember exactly how or when it happened, but my father started placing his dick between my thighs. He taught me how to stroke him with my thighs while he would grab my hips and thrust (sometimes his head would rub against my clitoris). My brother never noticed us, and he would have me go fetch a towel when he would get close to climax (at the time i had no clue why he needed a towel). But i knew that what we were doing was enjoyable for both of us. And i felt that as long as no one was being hurt, and both of us were enjoying ourselves, i saw no reason to stop these bonding moments with my father.
Three months later we had been down at the river all day so everyone was nice and tuckered out, ready for that one last movie before bed. Dad called me into his room, and i bounded inside to see him sitting on his bed with something in his hand. He was holding the deck of cards, "I found these in your room" i remember his voice sounding so steady, not embarassed to find them at all. So i came clean. I told him about how we would take them, and try and copy them, i was so scared i was going to get in HUGE trouble.
He smiled and shook his head a little before asking me to come in for a hug. He then explained to me that all of that is a natural curiosity, he had done it when he was a kid, in fact his whole family did; and not be ashamed or scared of the curiosity, that we could ask him and mom anything, anytime. I hugged him so tightly, i was so happy that he wasn't mad. When i let go he asked me if i would like to try some of these cards with him and the rest of the family? I of course agreed.
We called my brother into the room, and at first he freaked (saw the cards) but we explained to him, everything was fine, and what we had just talked about. So we flipped the first card, it was a woman giving oral. So i took my brother into my mouth with my father's eyes glued on me. When it was my father's turn i could barely fit him in my mouth. Hard as i tried i just couldn't get past his head, i felt so awful, unable to take my father in me, i felt like i had let him down so much i just wanted to cry.
He saw my sadness and said that it's okay, something like that would take a very long time before i was ready for it, and it was hastey of him to try and push me so fast. So he hugged me again, and told us to hold on to the deck of cards and to bring them out anytime we wanted to play. So we hid the cards, and went to the living room where our movie was waiting, and i gladly welcomed my father's member between my thighs. This time he actually came all over my thighs and got a bit on the blanket covering us. i had no clue what was on me, but knew to get a towel.
These wonderful afternoons continued for almost a month (never used the cards again though), until the divorce happened. My mother's job demanded her to relocate to a different state, (not saying which one but it rhymes with plexus) She had also met a man online that she had been setting up a fling with, so things were starting to fall apart. Meanwhile my father had made the ultimate sacrifice and took the blame on a crime for a friend (claimed it was a misdemeanor), which resulted in a five year sentencing (yikes!!) so my mother saw it fit to divorce him and try and severe all connections we had with him.
Since then, i still stay avidly in contact with my father, but never having the opportunity to talk to him face to face and especially alone. He gets out next year, but possibly by this holiday season if his behavior remains good (c'mon dad i know you can) But i worry that maybe his thoughts have changed since then, (im hoping not) i still love my father with all my heart, and all i want is him back in my life.