My Father And My Panties

This happened some years ago in my late teens. I love my Dad; he’s a special guy, unlike my bitch mother. She first left when I was a kid and again later when I was in my teens. I know she’s been unfaithful and has put my lovely father through hell.

I am a daddy’s girl, and I’ve always had a great relationship with him. He is even caring, loving and a gentleman. All my friends love him, and he has a reputation locally for helping people who are in need. It’s safe to say I’m very proud of my old man. I’ve no idea why he sticks with my useless mother and keeps taking her back; he’s good looking and could do so much better. I know that must sound strange coming from her daughter.

Anyway, the confession. I came home early one day in my teens as I had my monthly’s quite bad. Dad works from home. He was doing the laundry when I got home; he didn’t know I was there. The thing is, I caught him sniffing my dirty panties! I was initially angry, and I felt betrayed and almost violated. I wanted to confront him and shout, ‘what the hell are you doing’ I watched as he almost reverently touched and sniffed my dirty panties. He was crying? It dawned on me that this was probably the only action he got these days. My mother would still disappear for days on end, and even when she was home, I knew they slept apart.

I have an amazing relationship with my dad, and a few days later, just before going to bed, when I’d processed all this, I spoke with him about what I’d seen. He was mortified that I had seen him and was begging my forgiveness. I told him I understood and was cool with it. We hugged it out, and he said he would try harder to be a better man and father. I told him no need; he was already the best of men.

This is my confession. As I was leaving, I did something I hadn’t planned to do; it was a spur of the moment thing. I walked to the door, and with my father watching, reached under my dress, took my panties off and threw them over to him!

Over the years, I’ve now done this countless times, although I usually leave them in his room or put them on his desk. I have on a couple of occasions come in late or when going to bed repeated taking them off in front of him; we have though never done anything else, nor do I want to. Writing this down, it even sounds odd to me that I do this; however, I love my dad, and I know it’s something he enjoys. I also love the feeling of making him happy.