I'm now 30. When I was 3 my parents were divorced and mom got married a year later to another man. He didn't pay much attention to me at first like about till 7 years. About then, when I was 10 he started exposing himself to me, very subtle at first. Like I would come home from school and he would be there, mom was at her job as a nurse. I always went to the bathroom when I first got home and sometimes I would walk into the bathroom and see him standing there with his penis hanging out like he was gonna pee. He would always say he was sorry, like it was an accident. I know now that he was doing it on purpose and he wanted me to see it which I did, a lot. He was a salesman and worked his own hours so I think he timed it to where he was at home when he knew I was gonna be there.
Things went on like that for a while until one day when mom was out of town for some kind of nurse convention he walked out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around him. It was open in the front and he came into my room to ask me something, he said. He was standing there talking to me and I couldn't help but notice his dick hanging out through the opening in the towel. He noticed my eyes wandering down there and again said he was sorry but this time he held it out and shook it a little and said it was nothing for me to be embarrased about, just a part of a mans body, etc. He pulled the towel closed and walked out of the room. I was very confused. On the one hand I was very curious about it and on the other I knew I shouldn't be looking at his dick like that.
Dad and I (I was calling him that by now) used to like to stay up late and watch tv after mom was asleep. He would always be in his underwear. One night I noticed how he had his hand down the front of his underwear feeling himself. I paid no attention until I looked over and saw his underwear sticking up what looked like about a foot. I asked him what was wrong with it. He pulled the front of his underwear down and showed it to me and said that it just got that way sometimes. I was amazed, it was so BIG. At that point I was wondering why he would be showing me that so I asked him why. He said that he thought that I was old enough to know what that part of a man's body looked like. To be truthful I was facsinated by it and couldn't look away. He was rubbing it the whole time we talked. The head of it looked like it was swelling up. It had these big veins in it. I noticed every detail. I kept glancing at it while we talked until suddenly he started breathing hard and said "sorry". I looked at his dick and this stuff was squirting out of it. It went on the coffee table, the floor, everywhere. Of course now I know all about that but at the age of 10 I was clueless. Scared me to death I thought he had hurt himself and stood up and asked him if he was ok. He said yeah and that he didn't mean for that to happen. Of course, I was full of questions then and he explained everything to me. He even did it again for me about an hour later but this time he was a lot more obvious about it. He went and got some lotion and squirted it on his dick and stood there pumping on it while I watched. When he came, there wasn't as much as the first time naturally but his sperm still shot out about a few inches. The first time it was about 2 feet.
After that he would almost always be home when I got there from school. We would sit there on the couch and watch tv and talk. I guess he would catch me staring at his crotch which I guess I did because he would rub himself and ask me if I wanted to see it again and I would just giggle. He unzipped his pants and got it out and would shake it till it got hard. At first he just dry jacked himself but after a while he would tell me to go to the bathroom and get his lotion for him. After a while I would squirt some on his dick and watch him coat it all over before he jacked off for me. I liked to watch him stand in front of me while he did it. It became a little game for us. We would both guess if "a lot" was gonna come out. Sometimes he would cum in buckets, sometimes just a couple squirts. I guess over time it all had to do with how much he and mom were fucking combined with how much he would jack off for me. All I know is that over time I got to where I enjoyed watching it more each time he did it. I would run from the school bus at the end of the block to our house because I knew he was gonna be there to put on a show for me. Eventually he got to where he would be there with his dick already out of his pants and rubbing it when I walked in.
Looking back on all this I know that what he was doing was very wrong but the thing is, I loved it and I was never "damaged" because of it. I grew up, dated a number of guys, and am now married with a girl of my own, who's 4. With almost every guy I've had sex with, I've asked him to jack off for me. Some were willing, some weren't. My husband loves to do it in front of me and we often have mutual masturbation sessions. Of course it's obvious where my love of watching a man masturbate came from. If anyone is wondering if my stepdad ever touched me or tried to take advantage of my body, the answer is no. He was actually very loving and we did do other, more "normal" father/daughter things together. My mom never found out about our special time together and as for my stepdad, we talk on the phone occasionally. They were divorced when I was 12 and mom never re-married. He moved out of town with his job. Part of me feels guilty about enjoying what we did, like I was the one doing something wrong, but the fact is I loved it. I'm not ashamed to say it now, I did.
