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Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

Eye contact, I kept telling myself that it was important to keep eye contact. So long as she was looking into my eyes, she wasn't looking anywhere else, and she wasn't noticing anything else. Nothing else, like my nipples expanding under her touch, my chest tightening as her hands glided over it, my breath coming faster as her fingers reached my belly, my swimming trunks stretching when she didn't stop, my whole body tensing in case she continued, and the flush of relief, or was that disappointment, when she stopped. I tried to sound as natural as I could, but to me my voice sounded strangulated and the words came out in a rush. 'You're right. Women do like different things, just like men. How stupid of me not to see that for myself. Still at my age I have to be realistic. You're in a different position, in the full flush of youth.' I was babbling and desperate to find a way out of this situation. Which was when she made things worse for me. 'Dad, I hope you don't mind if I slip my top off. Lots of women have and I do want a nice even tan.'
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

It was amazing, the first time Ive touch a man. Ive touched lots of guys, sure, but theyve all been my own age, little more than kids really. But this was different. Dad is a real man, with a body thats been lived in. His skin isnt smooth and soft like the guys Ive been with and theres all that lovely hair. His chest was hard and firm and I could feel it responding to my touch. And most of all do you know what had the biggest effect on me? most of all was his gaze. It was so intense, like his eyes were boring into me, trying to read my mind or convey some secret message that only I would understand. He wasnt really trying to do that, I do understand, its just that that was how it felt. That experience has made me realise why Ive not ever really been satisfied with the guys Ive met. I was always left with a feeling that something was missing, something important that they just didnt have. For a while I wondered if I was gay and that was it, but now I know it wasnt. They were all just too young and immature for me. they didnt make me feel like I do now, sitting next to dad. How can I put it? I feel like a woman, for the first time ever in my life. Ive felt that before when my boobs started, when my hips changed, when my periods started. But this is different. I feel like a woman deep inside me. Its not that I have changed in some way, its more like I have finally realised that life isnt just about me, its also about the effect others have on me. Which actually is one of the reasons why I plucked up the courage to go topless. Ive never done that before, except in the tanning lounge, where no one can see. Dad, bless him, didnt bat an eyelid. He just heard what I said as Id said I was going for a swim. He wasnt fazed at all. so I just reached behind, untied my top and let it slide over my arms into my lap. All I have to do know is rub in some cream and lie back.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

OK, OK, I know, I shouldnt be watching her, but I cant stop myself. She is so different from her mother, who had big tits and red nipples like cherries. We used to call them the cherries on her cakes and Id bite them off. But her daughter isnt like that. Did you notice that? I said her daughter, not our daughter or my daughter. Why did I do that? Does it trouble me to think of her as my daughter? Anyway, our daughter is different. She had small pert tits with brown nipples that perch on the end as if they are about to fall off. Shes sitting opposite me on her sunbed, turned sideways to me, massaging her sun cream into her tits. Massage. Yes, thats the word. Not just smoothing it over her skin, but massaging herself, as if she was giving herself pleasure, showing off her body. Maybe thats what shes doing, but no one is looking, not that I can see as I tear my eyes off her briefly. Im the only one staring at her. I wait until she turns away briefly and then swing myself onto my stomach and swiftly try to adjust my tackle so that I can lie comfortably. I turn my head so that I cant see her. I sigh with relief that I can now settle and try to calm myself again, when suddenly she is sitting beside me, her thighs pressing against mine, telling me I need some cream on my back so that I dont burn. I lie there as she smooths my back and legs, knowing that her breasts are swinging as she bends over me. At one point, I am sure they rub against my back, but that was probably my imagination. Shit, I now know why I have been avoiding going on holiday with her since she began to mature, why I always kept myself busy when we did go away as a family, and why I was always in my study or at work. These thoughts, these images, that Im getting have always been there, but I was able to suppress them when she wasnt around me. And now Ive come away alone with her, theres no avoiding her or these ideas that come into my head. Shit, shit, shit.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

Poor dad. I hope he's OK. He seems uncomfortable. The last thing we need is him going down with a bug - or even worse me catching it too. And he needs to watch it with the sunbathing. His back will be burnt like a lobster if he isn't careful. He took me going topless well. I was determined to be like the other women here. Most go topless sooner or later. And it is important for dad to start to see me as a woman. I'm sure he still thinks of me as his little girl - all dads do that, don't they. Well, seeing me topless make help him realise that I am not a little girl any more. i must admit I did make a bit of a show rubbing in the cream, just so he couldn't miss seeing me naked, well topless. It was only natural that he wouldn't want to stare, not at his daughter. Not that he would be interested in my tits anyway. Mum had melons and mine are small, which I rather like. But dad is obviously a guy who prefers the larger models. I keep glancing over towards him, waiting for a chance to get him on his back. I just love that chest with all its hair. His back is definitely going red again. I've got to make him turn over. So I go over and start to push him onto his back. 'Come on, dad, you're burning again. Time to turn over. Don't worry about the cream, I'll rub it on for you.' As he reluctantly struggles onto this back I grab the cream and pour some into my palm before rubbing it vigorously over his chest to get it onto his skin beneath all that hair.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

It was so sudden. I must have been dozing off when she grabbed my shoulder and started rolling me onto my back. I tried to resist, but she had got the momentum and before I knew it I was flat on my back. I didnt know what was happening, she was saying something but I didnt catch it and the next thing her hands were all over my chest, rubbing cream in vigorously. I tried to sit up to get control but she just pushed me back down and carried on rubbing. She was leaning over me, his tits dangling and swaying in front of my eyes. I tried shutting my eyes, cutting out the sight of the rhythmic swing of those hard little nipples and pert little tits, but then the sensations took over completely and I forgot it was my daughter causing them, so I had no choice but to watch her as she progressed down my chest. The further she moved down my belly, the stiffer I felt myself growing. There was no way she could miss what was happening when she moved onto my legs. I tried to say I could do the rest, but she just ignored me, saying I should lie back and relax. Relax. If only I could. In the end, all I could do was to put my hands over my crotch in as casual manner as I could and hope they would hide the bulge that was stretching the fabric. When her hands reached the top of my trunks, she slipped her fingers just inside to make sure there was no gap where I could burn. While she was putting more cream onto her hands, I took the chance to adjust myself as best I could before she took hold of my ankles and opened my legs, working up each in turn. She was kneeling at the end of my lounger, her tits still swinging to and fro as her warm hands moved slowly up my inner thigh. I was biting my lip when her fingers nudged the bottom of my balls. and then the temporary relief as she returned to my feet to work up the other leg. I could feel my cock throbbing under my hands when her fingers made contact with my balls for the second time. And then she stopped. I looked up at her as she stood staring down at me smiling. Did she know what effect she had had? Was she laughing to herself at how awkward she had made things for me? Was she planning how to cause me more embarrassment? Or was she just an innocent girl helping her dad? We had only just arrived and already I knew this holiday would be a big mistake.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

Dad is funny. Hes got his hands over his crotch like Ive just walked in on him in the shower. Not that Ive ever done that. Not that I would have the chance dad and mum were both scrupulous that we all bolted the door when we were in the bathroom. Mind you, Ive never thought of dad like that, naked I mean. Girls dont do that do they we must be programmed not to think of parents as sexual beings. And they must be programmed the same, I guess. It was an odd feeling, though, when I knocked into his balls. It wasnt deliberate. Well, it was, but not like that if you know what I mean. I had to make sure there werent any gaps without cream, so I had to get right up to the top of his legs and I couldnt avoid doing that without bumping his balls. I was very gentle, but the more gentle I was, the longer it took to get right up to the top, if you know what I mean. It was easier when I did the other leg, though. I was used to the feel by then. The guys Ive hung out with have quite small eggs, but dad doesnt. They must get bigger as guys get older. It would have been easier if dad had spread his legs a bit wider, but instead he squeezed them together, so I had to press harder to get where I was going. That made me feel really good. Like I said before I think I said it anyway dad is a real man, not a kid, and the way he feels under my hand and the way he responds to my touch, well Ive never had an experience like that before. Maybe I should think of looking out for more mature guys. Its difficult to find the words to explain it, because its an experience Ive nto had before. Im lying here trying to work it out. Powerful. Thats part of it, but theres more to it. Theres a thrill to it as well. I just realised, Ive got a big smile on my face. Suddenly I realise that my hands are over my crotch and Im squeezing my legs together. Strange how we copy each other Im in the same position as dad.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

My hand is resting on my cock. I want to take it away, but I can't, not with my daughter glancing over at me all the time. And the pressure of my hand just makes it worse. It is so tempting just to slip my hand inside my trunks and get myself off. I actually wonder if I can get away with it lying here. If I kept one hand in place, would anyone notice? Can you believe I am actually thinking that? I'm looking around, desperate for a solution when I see it. Over to my left, the toilets. if i make a run for it no one will notice. So that's what I do. With a quick back in a minute I get up as casually as i can and trot over the toilets. As soon as I am there, my trunks are down and my cock is waving. I'm so worked up that this will only take a few seconds. I wank away, something I've not done for years. Thank goodness, I'll soon be back in control. Except ... Except, I can't, it won't. I'm so tight that I can't cum. Maybe it's because the images in my mind are of my daughter kneeling astride me, her tits swinging in my face, her hands working down my chest, over my belly, into my trunks, ... How can I let myself cum when I am thinking of her? This is a mess. A complete mess. What am I going to do now.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

Its been great feeling the sun and soft breeze on my tits. Thats a completely new experience for me. Theyre not that big, but I like them and Id never realised how lovely it feels to have them swaying around, like they did when I was creaming dad. And I dont feel self conscious at all, not even with dad around. Actually, I dont think hes noticed or at least hes pretending not to. Which is good of him, because it must be awkward to get used to your little girl being a woman and flashing herself about. Not that I am flashing exactly. Most of the women here, even some really old ones in their 30s and 40s, are topless. With dad gone for a while Ive got a chance to get some of my more private parts tanned. Its OK to go topless here, but nudity is definitely prohibited. Not that that has stopped pushing their bikini bottoms down as far as they can decently go and lots have their buttocks completely exposed. So I push my bottom down and give my buttocks a good creaming, not forgetting the crack and lie down on my stomach. With the bikini rolled right down, Im pretty much naked but still preserving the modest that the hotel says is important for the comfort of all guests. How pompous can you get? Dads taking a long time. I wonder what hes up to.
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Its taken ages but I finally got off by remembering times with my wife and pushing our daughter to the back of our minds. Im standing there hot and flushed. No way I can go back over to the sunbed, not yet, not until this cock subsides and I stop flushing like this. I make a dash for the pool and dive straight in, raising a chorus of protest from sunbathers who get splashed. I paddle around a bit, slowing cooling off, before I climb out, confident I am now in control of myself. And then, there she is. Shit and hell. Shes naked. No, not quite, but that ass if completely uncovered. I close my eyes and sigh. What is she playing at? As I approach, she turns onto her side. Hi, good timing dad, I was about to put some more cream on. What can I say? I rub some cream over the back and thighs and calves, hoping to get away with that, but she wont let me. Hey, she calls without opening her eyes, dont forget those peaches. Give them plenty of cream. I quickly smooth some cream over her buttocks and toss the cream into our bag. She retrieves it and holds it up to me. Come on dad, do it properly please. Rub some into my crack, I dont want sunburn in there. I take a deep breath and do as she asks, trying my best to avoid her hole, but she wiggles around and makes that impossible. Done now? I ask hopefully. She nods and I settle down on my own lounger. Face down, naturally, as my cock is already beginning to stiffen up again. Thank goodness shes not allowed to be completely naked. The sun is getting lower now, so it wont be long before Ill have a decent excuse to go back to my room. To think that this is only the first afternoon. At least, shell have to be dressed for our meal this evening.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

Dad was much more relaxed once we came in from the pool. We got some clothes on and had a look around the shops and were now back in our rooms getting showered and dressed for a meal. Well eat in the hotel tonight and then check out some local restaurants for tomorrow. Sally, shes my best friend, has lent me some of her clothes. Were almost the same size, the only difference is that she is an inch or two shorter than me. Im going to wear her green dress tonight. Its thin, which is just what I need in this heat, with thin shoulder straps and simple lines. And the way its been cut makes it swing nicely when she walks. Ive never worn it before and its not until I get it on that I realise that my extra height makes a big difference. Sure it swings as I walk but whereas on her it was short, on me it barely covers my ass. Ill certainly get some attention when I walk into the restaurant wearing it. Every guy there will be trying to catch a flash of my pants. Maybe I shouldnt wear any. Dad wont mind, Im sure. He has accepted that I am an adult now. After all, he creamed my ass this afternoon, right deep into the crack, without batting an eyelid. Its good to settle into an adult relationship so easily. Some of my friends have had a lot of trouble with fathers who can still only see them as their little girl.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

Whatever possessed her to wear that dress? I didnt know she had it. It must have cost a small fortune. Where did she get the money for something like that? Its almost indecent. Everyone in the hotel was looking at her. Some were more obvious about it than others. And some of them were looking at me. What were they thinking? Half probably thought it was disgusting of a man of my age to be with a young woman like that, barely an adult. And if anyone realised I was her father, they would have wondered why I allowed my daughter to dress like that. Naturally I kept my eyes off her ass, as best I could, especially after that experience this afternoon. But there was no avoiding it when we went up the stairs to the restaurant with her bottom right in my face. It was a relief to get to the table. At least I couldnt see her ass there, just her tits. I dont know if she is wearing panties, but she certainly isnt wearing a bra. The front of the dress hangs loose and her tits almost fall out everyone time she bends forward across the table to speak to me. and the material is catching on the nipples when she sits upright. How can someone with small tits have such long nipples? Thank goodness Im dressed this evening and sitting at a table, so there is no problem with any embarrassing bulge. Even when we walk back to our rooms. And then Then she turns and puts her arms round me, pressing her body to mine as she wishes me goodnight. There is no way she could have missed my hard on. No way.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

I didnt notice, not at first. We were on our way back to our rooms and I was feeling great. Id had the sun on my body all afternoon and this beautiful dress was billowing around me as I moved rubbing against my flesh and setting off currents of air to cool me. The men in the restaurant kept looking at me. Im sure half of them had hard on and the waiter definitely did. He was very attentive and there was no missing the bulge that appeared every time he came near us. But best of all was the relationship with dad. He wasnt talking to me like a child any more, not treating me like one either. He did seem a bit awkward at times, but thats only to be expected as he adjusted to an adult relationship. It was only natural that I slipped my arm through his as we walked along the corridor. When we were outside his room, I turned to him and gave him a big hug. A hug of thanks for the holiday and for accepting me as a woman and not a child. Like I said, I didnt notice it at first. And when I did, I wasnt sure. I mean I hadnt thought of dad going around with a hard on. But there are a lot of attractive women here. So I rolled myself against him, just to check it out, and yes, I was right, there was no mistake. He was hard as a rock. I looked up at him. he must have known Id noticed. He was trying to pull back, probably I thought to get away and chase someone he fancied in the bar. Then I felt his cock twitching against my belly and I had a thought. If the men in the restaurant and the waiter had hard ons because of me, might it be possible, just possible, however unlikely Dad, I tried to sound as matter of fact as I could, have I given you this?
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

She had to notice she couldnt miss it. But her question comes out of the blue. I never expected her to understand so quickly. What can I say? How can I tell my daughter that the sight of her has made me hornier than I have ever been in my life. More that her mother made me feel. I stammer and try to avoid an answer. Wh-wh-what do you mean? Wh-wh-what are you su-su-suggesting? H-h-how c-c-could you ever th-th-think such a th-th-thing? But what I cant do is deny it. The words no, of course not just wont come out. Shes looking at me and the longer she looks and the longer I dont give the easiest answer, the more obvious it becomes. Lets go into my room, I say at last. We shouldnt be talking about this sort of thing in the corridor. She follows me in. She had to notice she couldnt miss it. But her question comes out of the blue. I never expected her to understand so quickly. What can I say? How can I tell my daughter that the sight of her has made me hornier than I have ever been in my life. More that her mother made me feel. I stammer and try to avoid an answer. Wh-wh-what do you mean? Wh-wh-what are you su-su-suggesting? H-h-how c-c-could you ever th-th-think such a th-th-thing? But what I cant do is deny it. The words no, of course not just wont come out. Shes looking at me and the longer she looks and the longer I dont give the easiest answer, the more obvious it becomes. Lets go into my room, I say at last. We shouldnt be talking about this sort of thing in the corridor. She follows me in.
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Dad is so embarrassed. Ive never seen him like this. Its so funny seeing him blushing and stammering like he is. Hes looking around frantically, desperate to make sure no one can overhear what we are saying. He flees into his room and I follow. For some reason, I feel the need to take the lead here. Dad, theres nothing to be embarrassed about. Its good to know that you see me as a woman now and not a little girl. He doesnt look convinced. And its a compliment too. Knowing that I can have this effect on a real man and not just on some kid who gets hard like 50 times a day or something. Im standing close, but were not touching, although we could easily reach out and make contact. He still hasnt said anything to me, so I just say whats on my mind. It just comes out. Can I see? His jaw actually drops open. Ive never seen a mans cock before. Theyre bigger than a teenagers, isnt that right? Thicker, so Ive heard. He doesnt say anything but he doesnt say no, so I reach out and unfasten his trousers and pull them down, taking his underwear with them. His cock springs free, swaying, with a blob of pre-cum hanging by a thread. I reach out and touch it. Like I expect, its thicker and harder than what Ive been used to with guys my age. I feel it throbbing under my hand. I moved my hand, slightly, pulling dad towards me, and then it happened. Without warning, he blew, a long jet of thick white cum shot into the air and landed on my dress. No, not my dress, Sallys dress. Shit, I cant give it back to her with a huge stain. I pull it over my head and rush to the bathroom to soak it.
Thread: On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

It was so sudden. She touched me and I knew I couldn't control myself. And then suddenly her dress was over her head, her tits were bouncing in front of my eyes and then she was off in a flash of buttocks. I just stood there, my balls still pumping my cum, my mind full of what I have just seen. I am still standing here when she emerges. Naked except for a green thong that matches her dress. What do I say? How can I excuse, let alone explain what has just happened? In the end, I don't need to say anything, because she takes control, just like she did when she undressed me. 'Phew, that was lucky, dad. I caught it before it soaked in. Imagine explaining to Sally how I got a load of your cum all over me.' She takes in the mess, cum still dripping from my cock as it subsides, pools of it on the floor. 'Here,' she says, 'let me clean you up.' And off she goes to get tissues. Practical in the face of a crisis, just like her mother. She helps me out of my clothes and tosses them onto a chair. 'That's better, dad, you were a bit overdressed compared to me.' We stand and look at each other. 'It looks like you're the one who is overdressed,' I remark trying to sound casual. She looks down at her thong and slips her fingers under the side straps.