The first time it happened, my dad came into my room one night after everyone had gone to bed. It was quite dark but I could make out that he was naked. He shushed me before I could say anything and got into the bed beside me. He didn't try to kiss me or anything. He just grabbed my hand and pushed it down between his legs. I was trying to pull it away but I could feel his hot skin and his hardness. I kept on struggling and whispering I don't want to do it while he held me tight and whispered back touch me, touch me in an urgent way. I don't know what to do, I told him. If you stop struggling, I'll show you, he said. I didn't dare scream for mom so I did stop resisting. He put my hand back down there and put my fingers round his cock and moved my hand up and down. He told me to hold it tighter and after a bit, he let me do it on my own and he kissed me all over my face but not on my mouth. He rolled on his back and pushed the bed covers back so that we could both see what I was doing to him. This is so good, he kept saying. Don't stop. I didn't want to do it. It felt horrible touching him this way which I knew was wrong - my dad ! - but I didn't dare stop. You're going to make me cum in a minute, he said. Do you know what that is. When I said I didn't, he told me a lot of white cream would come out of his cock but not to stop masturbating him until he told me. I don't know what I expected but when it happened it was disgusting with this sticky stuff shooting all over my hand and my pajamas. He made me keep my hand moving up and down on him and saying, fuck that is so good darling, until eventually nothing more was coming out. He relaxed back beside me and I started to cry. He kept patting me and telling me it was all right but I couldn't stop crying. I hated him. After a bit, he got a tissue from beside the bed and cleaned the sticky stuff off my pajamas a bit while I lay with my face turned from him. Before he left, he said you say nothing to anyone, ever, you understand. I nodded, still without looking at him. I never have before now and I got used to his visits which went on until I met my first boyfriend and told dad I wouldn't masturbate him any more and he accepted that. But I still make him pay for my silence with presents of money and clothes and his fear of me ever accusing him is my revenge. I have to admit though that my boyfriends have always been very impressed the quality of the handjobs I give them.