Ftm used by father Pt.1

This is a true story of my childhood ever since I knew I was trans. To reach out to me personally reach out at [email protected]

When I was 12 I lost my mother. She was the sweetest woman I knew. Although I didn’t know I was trans back then, I always knew I was different and so did my mother. Ever since I could remember I liked girls and felt like a tomboy myself. I would dress masculine, had guy friends, and fit along with them since they had the same interests as me. For most of my life she raised me by herself with some help from her family. However tragedy stuck when she got the lump in her breast checked and we got the news she had Stage 4 breast cancer. She knew her days were limited and decided to open up contact with my father again after almost 4 years of not talking to him. Until I was 8, even though they had separated, she would let him visit me and spend a day with me. My memories of him were always nice. One night her and my dad were on the phone when they had a really big argument and she told him to never call us again. Whenever i asked her why he wasnt coming around to visit anymore, she told me it’s because he’s a liar and doesn’t care about her or me anymore. I believed it over time especially when I’d see her suffer at her job every day cause she would come home tired and she cuss out my dad under her breath saying we’re poor and life is hard because of him.
So to hear her make up with my father in her last months caused me suspicion and I still didn’t trust my dad to not hurt my mother again. I was wrong though. He took good care of us until her death by cooking meals for her and buying groceries. He also started taking me to visit her in the hospital when she had overnight visits and brought me back home. Many times he’d would tuck me in bed and lay next to me holding me in his strong arms until I fell asleep. I started to like him a lot and appreciated having him back in my life.
She passed away 2 weeks before my 13th birthday. During this time too I told my father that I was trans and liked girls. He doesn’t believe in that and told me I was confused and didn’t know what I was talking about. Coming from a culture where this is very taboo and illegal, his reaction was extreme. That day on everything changed drastically. Everything in this is the truth. The sweet man I knew as my father showed a side of him I had never seen before. He would begin to slide his hand into my shirt holding my B cup breasts while I lay spooned against his bigger body. I would pretend to stay asleep while I would feel his fingers squeezing and pulling on my nipples. My neck would be met with his low moist breathes with him saying things like “I’m going to make sure you stay a woman”.. I’ll show you how good it feels… you’ll be my woman now and take your mother’s place”. I was too scared to move since he sounded like a different person.. more aggressive and determined. It’d be hard to hold back small moans while my body was being touched in this way by my own father. I never had this feeling before since I didn’t see men sexually before. His whispers turned into licks and kisses on the side of my neck and collarbone. At this point I was too nervous to open my eyes and I stayed frozen in place not sure what to do and the possible consequences of speaking up. I stayed motionless while my father began moving his hand towards and into my underwear, feeling my tiny clit that had gotten hard and my pussy that was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. His cool fingers running over my clit and pussy gave me a feeling of shock that felt very pleasurable though my body. I let out a little moan while my dad kissing my face and neck and his hands busy, one on my breast and the other pushing in my wet virgin pussy. I could feel myself giving into his actions and liking it. At this point I could feel a thick object lodged between my legs moving in and out of the space between my thighs as he grinded on me as the bigger spoon. The bed creaked more heavily as his grinding became faster and his fingers digging into my pussy but just enough to where it doesn’t break my hymnen. After 30 more seconds of him grinding on me in a fast pace. he slowed down and humped my ass four more times deeply until I felt of his pajamas get warm and wet which made my underwear wet too. He heavily sighed on my collarbone and simply held while him and I eventually feel asleep. I was in a state of confusion, shame and shock the whole night. I couldn’t believe what had just happened but at the same time I could see how losing my mother was making my dad so sad and acting out like this towards me. At this point I started to realize men can sexually satisfy me too. This was just the start of our relationship. I’ll make a part 2 soon.

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