Nymphet
I was twelve when we had to move, cause I was in the family way. My
dad was already gone by then. I'd asked my mom where he went and she'd
told me up the river without a paddle. I wondered if we couldn't mail
him a paddle, if it meant he could come back home, and my mom had said
that was a fine idea. She'd gone out the next day and bought a paddle,
a nice big one she said, and mailed it off to daddy. I didn't believe
her at first, but she showed me the return receipt paper that she'd
filled out.
"When your daddy gets that paddle, he'll have to sign for it and mail
a little postcard back to us." Mom explained while we ate spaghetti-
o's. "That way we'll know for sure he got it and he can't say he
didn't."
"Oh." I nodded. "You sure you sent him a paddle?"
"Oh yeah, a big one too, honey." My mom had her lips shut tight andshe nodded.
"Okay." I said and I put the papers down, I knew when she looked like
that it wasn't much fun to talk to her. I wasn't dumb though, I knew
the difference between divorce papers and paddles.
Everyone thinks I'm dumb. Like little kids don't know what's going on,
and I'm not so little anyway. Even when I was twelve, I wasn't dumb. I
had a pretty good idea that letting my dad touch me the way he did was
wrong, but I'd liked it a lot. I'd asked for it, really, although when
I'd tried to explain that to the lady doctor I had to see for awhile,
she'd decided that I was protecting my dad, the way a little girl
would when she was hurt inside.
I guess she could have been right, but I didn't think so. I'd liked
the way it felt being held and kissed and eventually fucked. That's
what it was too, we were fucking, and dad liked me to say it just like
that. We fucked every chance we got too. I'd make up excuses so we'd
have time alone and together, so I knew it wasn't just him. It was me
too and I hadn't told anyone. Dad knew that. He'd trusted me and he
still could, because I hadn't said a thing to get him in trouble.
We'd just got caught and daddy was paying the price.
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"Mrs. Sewell, I'm Dan Thayer..." The man was saying and we hadn't evenstarted unpacking yet.
"Miss Parsons, please." She told the man. "I'm not married anymore."
"Of course." The man nodded and gave my mom a sympathetic smile, thenhe noticed me and so did my mom.
"Jenny, take that box to your room, start unpacking your things,honey." My mom said. "We'll get some pizza later, okay?"
"Sure mom." I nodded and the box was just my stuffed animals, so itwas kinda big, but not very heavy.
"You have to excuse the mess, uh who are you again?" My mom asked and
I didn't go to my room at all, but just sat around the corner in the
hallway listening.
"Dan Thayer, I'm the court appointed social worker on Jennifer'scase." The man said. "Can we sit down, Mrs...Miss. Parsons?"
"I don't know what we need you for, Mike's in prison now." My momsaid. "Here, we can sit here. Let me move that...There."
They were sitting on the sofa in that cluttered living room, since all
the rest of the furniture was coming the next day. I opened the box
and grabbed Jim, my pink giraffe. He was pretty cool and I stroked his
long soft neck while they talked.
"I understand that, but obviously the judge is concerned about yourdaughter, we all are." The guy said.
"Well, I'm more than capable of taking care of my little girl." Momtold him.
"I'm sure." The man's voice was gentle. "Let me explain something toyou, something you might not be aware of, Miss Parsons."
"What's that?" My mom was impatient and trying to show it.
"My job is to decide whether or not your daughter stays here." Therewas a pause. "This is a decision that I have to make every week."
"You decide?" My mom sounded like she didn't really believe him.
"Oh yes, Miss Parsons." The man assured her. "If I don't think you'rea fit mother, being all of...what? Twenty-seven years old?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Twenty-eight, divorced now, working a low income job at...Lucky
Luke's?" The man chuckled. "I have to say, being a stripper Miss
Parsons..."
"I'm a waitress and dancer, Mr. Thayer." My mom's voice had an edge toit. "I'm not a whore."
"...Right." He was still laughing. "A flick of the pen, Miss Parsons and
it won't matter if your Mother Theresa reincarnated. Jennifer will go
to the state and you'll have one less thing to worry about."
"What you want?" My mom sighed.
"Like I said, this is a decision I have to make every week, let's say
Tuesday nights between seven and nine, shall we?" The man asked and I
wondered why it was going to take him two hours to decide if my mom
was a good one or not.
"My night off." My mom gave a little laugh of her own. "What asurprise."
"I like to be thorough, Miss Parsons." The man agreed. "Now, if youwouldn't mind, I know it isn't Tuesday, but..."
"Great." My mom muttered and I heard the sound of a zipper beingpulled down.
"Oh yeah..." He took a long deep breath and let it out slow. "You're awonderful mother, I can tell."
The soft and only barely heard sounds of my mom sucking the man's cock
filled my little ears. It really is an unmistakable sound and I'd made
it myself plenty of times with my dad, believe me. That wet lip
smacking sound, the funny little farting sounds, the little moans and
groans. Yeah, I was just twelve years old and pretty dumb, most people
figured, but they didn't know anything about me. Near as I can tell,
the one person in the whole world who did know about me was dead.
His name was Vladimir Nabokov and he once said: Between the age limits
of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched
travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true
nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these
chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."
It was nice being a nymphet, once I'd found out about Mr. Nabokov. He
was right too and I think I was possessed, or at least corrupt. My dad
was in jail because of me, and I didn't really cry about that very
much, at least not unless I was supposed to. When people were
watching, yeah, I'd cry and pretend like I didn't understand. But when
I was by myself, mostly I just wished my dad was with me, cause I was
pretty horny after he'd gotten arrested.
I was fingering myself while I listened to my mom giving that man a
blowjob. She was doing it for me, or at least that was what she'd be
telling herself, and maybe that was true. But she'd just known him for
fifteen minutes. My mom hadn't slapped him, or tried to throw him out,
or threatened to call someone. She'd just gone down on his cock like
it was nothing. That made it better for me, but not really good. I
think if he'd had to force her a little more, maybe if my mom had been
crying, then it would have been really good and I could have made
myself cum even.
As it was though, I just thought my mom was a slut. I mean, she was a
stripper. She'd told me she was a dancer, like in a ballet, and I'd
pretended to believe her. But I wasn't that dumb, I was in sixth grade
and none of my old friends would have believed that either, I was
sure. We all knew what sex was. Some boys brought magazines to school,
like when I was in fourth grade, and fifth, before I'd even got my
first period, I'd seen pictures of people doing it. So don't go
thinking I was dumb like everyone else does.
We'd driven by Lucky Luke's and I'd asked my mom what E-X-O-T-I-C
meant, spelling the word even though I was pretty sure I knew how to
read it. Mom told me it meant special and I'd made like I'd believed
her, but the only thing special about exotic dancing is that the girls
took off their clothes while they did it. Mom should have just told me
that and I was a little disappointed when she didn't.
I think she was embarrassed by it though and I knew she'd looked for
other jobs first, before taking that one. She'd looked hard, but it
was tough finding one that would pay enough just to cover the
babysitter, as if I needed one. I'd tried to talk her out of that, but
she wasn't going to leave me home alone every night, that was for
sure. So some old lady was going to be coming around to watch me
sleep. What a total waste of money that was going to be.
Probably mom would make a lot though too. She had the looks, that was
for sure. Even after having me, she didn't look much like a mom.
Probably because she'd just been sixteen when I was born, so her body
went right back to shape. I hoped mine would, not that I had a lot of
shape, being barely twelve like I was. My mom had a real shape, with
nice hips and a round butt, smooth flat tummy and big boobs. Real
boobs too, not like fake or anything, and they were great. I hoped I
had big firm bobs like hers when I got older, that would be so cool.
She had blonde hair, like mine, except hers was long and golden, while
mine was long and sort of pale, almost white really. The same blue
eyes though, sort of greenish blue, like the ocean where the water
just starts to get deep. She was beautiful and I always thought my mom
should have been a model, or even an actress maybe, and I think she
did too. I guess it was tough trying to do that and raise a baby
though, so all she'd done was had a portfolio made when she was
eighteen, and mom looked at it sometimes, but then she'd put it away.
I was rubbing my pussy nice while mom sucked the man off. Holding my
pink giraffe with my knees up and legs spread, my little white panty
pulled to the side, just rubbing my finger along the hairless cleft of
my sex. I couldn't wait til I got hair; that would be nice. My pussy
looked pretty boring, I thought. The lips were small and thin, my hole
was tiny, although my dad had stretched it pretty good for awhile
there, but that had been a couple months ago the last time we'd
fucked, and now it was small again. I didn't even have a real clitoris
yet, which was something I wanted more than anything. All I had was a
little bump, a tiny knot of pink flesh at the top of my slit, and it
felt good when I rubbed it, but I suspected when I got a little older
it would feel a lot better than just good.
It was hard waiting to grow up.
Especially since I had a baby in my belly. They talked about aborting
it, if you can believe that. They'd asked me about it, the woman head
doctor, but not directly. She'd sort of talked around it, like let's
make believe I could take a pill and that baby would go away. It would
go to a god place and wait for a real mommy who wanted to have a baby.
Like I wasn't one of those? But I didn't say anything like that, I
just thought about it real hard and told her that I figured God had
put that baby inside me. That's what they said at Sunday school.
Mommy's and daddy's expressed their love and god rewarded them with a
divine touch, the spark of life jumping from his fingertip like God
had been shuffling his feet on the carpet for half an hour.
My mom had wanted me to get the abortion and she'd tried hard to talk
me into it. Ice cream, a kitten, a new bike...She was big on bribery, my
mom was, and any other girl might have fallen for it, but not me. I
liked being pregnant, it made me special, especially since everyone
knew it was my dad's baby inside me. I didn't say that though, mostly
I just cried a lot and talked about how it was a baby and a person and
it wasn't the baby's fault that it was made in my little tummy by my
dad. I couldn't hurt my little baby cause of that.
I guess mom could have made me do it, get the abortion I mean, but she
didn't. The doctor told her not to, I think. We could put it up for
adoption later, or so they talked about while I colored dinosaurs and
sang quietly t myself in the corner. It would be bad for me, having an
abortion, much better to wait and find the child a proper home later,
after it was born. They just didn't know that I wasn't going to let my
baby go, not ever. Why would I? But they could think that all they
wanted, I didn't care. My mom would find out later and she'd love my
baby too, I was sure of it. Once my tummy got big, she'd get excited.
I knew I would.
That man my mom was sucking, he liked to talk, which was good. Mostly
he was telling my mom how she was a really great cocksucker. He'd tell
her how beautiful she was with her lips around his dick too. He wasn't
really imaginative and I just kind of half listened while I played
with my pussy, which had gotten pretty wet. Listening to my slut mom
suck off a stranger was pretty cool and I wondered if she'd suck off
anybody, or just guys who had a good reason. I was betting she'd suck
off anyone who would spend more than three minutes trying to talk her
into it. If she was as good as that social worker was saying, well,
mom must have had a lot of practice...And not with my dad.
He'd told me all the stuff mom wouldn't do, and cock sucking was highon the list.
"Fuck...I'm gonna cum...Keep sucking whore...Oh fuck..." The man was saying
and so I got up quickly, smoothing my dress down over my damp panties.
"Jesus...Swallow it...Ohhhh..."
"Mommy?" I spoke up shyly right when he was shooting. "Can we getpizza now? I'm hungry."
It was pretty funny watching them because my mom jumped, like three
feet off the sofa I bet and that man's penis was all big and red and
shooting his sperm all over the place. It got on him, on my mom, on
the sofa. Mostly because he was moving to, like standing and turning
and trying to pinch t off, or shove it in his pants, or something. He
probably didn't know what to do and my mom, well, she did look like
she wanted to cry just then.
"Go back to..." My mom took a breath, "...your room...now, honey...Go on..."
"Okay, mommy." I nodded. "What's wrong with him?"
"Huh?" My mom glanced at the man and then pointed. "Nothing, he's...Fine...Go on now..."
I left them, grabbing my box and taking it to my room and feeling
pretty happy with myself. I couldn't believe my mom would just suck
that guy on the couch, I mean right there where I could walk in on
them. That wasn't too smart and me and my dad had always been a lot
more careful than that, but my mom was a slut. She probably wanted to
get caught, I figured. Maybe not out loud, so to speak, but inside,
way deep down, my mom probably wanted me to catch her doing bad stuff.
She was a little insecure that way, like I'd been fucking my dad and
so I must have loved him more, right? Maybe mommy wanted me to fuck
her too, but she just didn't know how to ask me.
I decided I'd have to think about that a little more.
"Jen?" My mom was knocking on my bedroom door a few minutes later,
after the man had left and she'd washed her face and probably brushed
her teeth. She'd changed her t-shirt too, I noticed, since the other
one had gotten a bit spermy.
"Hey mom, are we gonna get pizza?" I smiled at her and I was sittingon the floor, putting Harry Potter books in my bookcase.
"Yeah, um, in a bit." My nodded. "Um, that...What you saw, I mean whatwe were doing, was, um..."
"It's okay, mom." I shrugged. "I've seen it before."
It wasn't like we were going to pretend it was anything other than it
was, I'd stood there watching the man cum in my mom's mouth, at least
for a couple spurts, before I'd surprised them.
"Right." My mom blinked at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, honey. Come here."
She needed a hug, or needed me to need one, that's what it really was,
so I got up and we hugged for awhile. Mom apologized and said it was
just one of those things and I should forget about it and all that.
None of it meant anything though and I was getting a little tired of
listening to my mom pour her guilt out on me. It was another clue that
she'd wanted to suck his dick, I thought, cause she sure didn't act
like a woman who'd be forced to do it. Yeah, mom had liked it just
fine, I thought, all she'd needed was a reason.
"Is he your boyfriend now, mommy?" I asked and that shut her upfinally.
"Can I sleep with you tonight, mommy?" I asked, standing in thedoorway of my mom's bedroom.
"What? Yeah, honey...Okay...Are you scared?" My mom was already in bed andshe lifted the sheets for me, scooting over a little.
"Kind of." I said, but I wasn't.
"It's okay." Mom nodded and I'd left the door open so the light fromthe hallway would shine into her room.
I was wearing my little nightie and fresh panties after my bath. We'd
had pizza and done some more unpacking and then I'd gone to bed. Mom
too, finally, although she'd done some more unpacking in the kitchen.
Once I heard her taking a shower though, I knew she'd be getting into
bed soon, so all I had to do was wait a little bit.
"Maybe I should, uh..." My mom was going to get up as I got in her bed,just because she wasn't wearing panties.
My mom never wore panties when she went to sleep and I didn't know
why, but only that it was true. All she liked to wear was a big t-
shirt that was so thin that it was like wearing, I don't know, almost
nothing at all really. I guess it was really comfortable like that
though.
"Can you hold me, mommy?" I said, pulling her arm just to keep herthere. "My room was pretty dark. I don't like it."
"Oh, Jen, yeah. Come here..." That was all it took and mom stayed whereshe was, hugging me to her and rubbing my back to make me feel better.
It reminded me quite a lot of my dad, actually. He'd never come to my
room, not at first. I'd always had to come to my parents bedroom,
making up excuses and reasons to get in bed. I tried to do it when the
bed was bumping too, that was the best time. I knew they were fucking,
except I didn't call it fucking back then. I didn't use to swear at
all, but I knew what was going on. Their old bed was pretty noisy.
I'd make them stop though and get in bed, right next to my daddy who
would be all hot and sweaty and trying to hide his swollen cock from
me as I hugged him. That was what I'd liked the most, even though I'd
only been eleven back then. Mom would get him all ready for me and
then I'd be there to finish him off, while she was right next to us.
That was like a secret and just for me at first, but later daddy knew
the secret too and he liked it.
The first few times I didn't really do anything, but one night, when
my mom and dad had really been fucking each other good, I ran into
their bedroom screaming and sort of crying like I'd had a bad dream.
Daddy rolled off my mom and they were both breathing hard.
"Shit..." My mom said, real soft, but I'd heard it.
"Can I sleep in your bed, Daddy?" I asked him and of course he wasn'tgoing to say no.
He tried to keep one of the sheets between us, you know, because he
was naked. They had a couple on their bed anyway, mostly kicked down
near the foot, and dad reached down to pull one up for me, but I
wriggled my way under his too and he didn't say anything. He just
looked at my mom, but she'd rolled over on her side, since this was
like the fourth time in a row I'd interrupted them. Mom was a little
mad at me I thought.
Dad was frustrated too, probably, but this night I was going to make
it up to him. I moved slowly, my arm and hand I mean, but I'd move my
whole body too, like I was getting comfortable, and I found his cock
with my fingers. He'd tried to hide it away from me, but I found it
and he gave a soft, very soft gasp as I wrapped my fist around his
penis. He was still sort of hard and really sticky, all wet and I
squeezed it carefully, since I'd never touched one before.
My dad didn't move a muscle either. I squeezed his cock over and over,
since I didn't really know I was supposed to do other stuff, like
slide my hand up and down, but that squeezing must have been okay for
him. He was looking at my face in the dim light, and we were so close
our noses were almost touching, and he licked his lips like he was
going to say something, but he didn't. I just kept on squeezing his
cock and it was so big and hard suddenly, much more than when I'd
started, and I wondered how it ever fit inside my mom. It seemed huge
in my little hand.
That was the first time I made my dad cum and all I did was look at
him and squeeze his cock. He swallowed hard and held his breath and
his body went stiff and he was squirting all over my thighs mostly, my
tummy too a little, and of course my arm and hand, and the very little
bit of bed between us. My dad squirted a lot and at first I thought
he'd peed on me, but I knew better. Daddy's made sperm, I knew that,
and sperm made babies inside the mommies. It was special that way and
I'd seen pictures of people making babies at school, dirty pictures
the boys brought sometimes.
I wanted that sperm inside me. I couldn't see it that first time,
because it was under the covers and in the dark, but I could feel it.
That stuff was warm and wet and kind of greasy thick, like pudding and
I scooped some up, mostly because I wanted to smell it, but I tasted
it too. The smell was weird, like old shoes I thought, but the taste
was salty and maybe a little sour, but not bad. Daddy watched me as I
used my fingers to clean up as much of his sperm as I could, putting
it slowly and silently into my mouth and swallowing it while my mom
slept beside us.
We didn't say a word about what had happened after that. We acted likeeverything was normal, but now we had a secret.
The third time it happened, which was pretty much like the first two,
except I'd waited a few weeks so mom wouldn't get suspicious, the
third time dad showed me how to jerk him off. He didn't say anything,
cause mom was right there, but she was snoring too. She sounds like a
baby pig, sorta, it's cute the way she snores and she totally denies
it, of course. But we'd waited until mom fell asleep and then dad had
put his hand on mine, gently too, like he was afraid of scaring me
away. He put his fingers around mine and started moving our hands back
and forth and it was so nice, I wondered why I hadn't figured that
out.
It was made extra special that night too because while I jerked off my
dad, he kissed me. Softly and carefully in the dark, but a real one.
He tickled my lips with his tongue and I almost laughed, but instead I
opened my mouth and then he was teaching me what tongue kissing was
all about. I loved it! I couldn't get enough of tongue kissing after
that and we did it all the time, whenever we could and not just in bed
at night either. We'd moved our game into the rest of the time too and
when mom was out of the house, for instance, I'd kiss and jerk off my
daddy.
Mostly in my room, but we'd do it downstairs too. In the living room
sometimes, like if we were watching a movie and mom would say she was
going to run to the store, we'd wave and smile and when the car pulled
out, we'd be kissing. We did it in the kitchen, in the bathrooms, in
their bedroom, even in the garage and in the basement. We'd kiss and
I'd jerk off my dad, catching his cum in my hands mostly, cause he
liked to see me eating his sperm and I really enjoyed it a lot myself.
I'd catch it while daddy jerked himself off at the end, and sort of
lick it from my palms while he watched me. It was messy, a little, and
so I started jerking him off into a glass, and that worked better.
One time I'd just jerked my dad off into a glass when mom came home
early. I was sucking that sperm out of the glass hard when mom walked
into the living room. It doesn't really come out very fast, I guess
cause it's so sticky and gooey, so I was kind of sucking and even
using my tongue and my mom stared at me. It was pretty funny really
and she shook her head, probably thinking I'd tried to make a
milkshake, which I did sometimes. It looked the same, sorta, but they
sure didn't taste the same!
That had been a close call though and so we were a little more careful
after that. Plus I wanted more than just jerking off my dad. I wanted
to do other stuff, like those mommies did in those magazines. Like my
mom did in their bed, you know? My dad wasn't too sure though and
really, he avoided me for a long time after we'd almost gotten caught.
He'd push me away and tell me how it wasn't right and all that
business. But I didn't believe him. His dick was hard all the time and
he had sex with my mom every night, sometimes every morning too, and
at least my mom was happy again. But I wasn't.
He was thinking about me while he fucked her, I knew that much, and itkinda made me mad.
I finally told daddy that he had to fuck me too. He didn't want to, or
so he said, but I didn't believe that. He was just afraid, but I
wasn't. I told him if he didn't do it, I'd tell mom everything. He
didn't believe me, and he didn't understand why I'd say that. He asked
me if I loved him, and if I did, why I'd ever think about hurting him
like that. I told him that he was hurting me cause he didn't love me
as much as he loved mommy. He should love me just as much, I said, or
maybe even more, since he'd made me. I was a part of him; mommy
wasn't.
I cried then, while we talked, and real tears too. I wasn't lying to
him about how I felt, he was my dad and I loved him. I wanted to do
everything with him and when he wouldn't even kiss me anymore, it felt
an awful lot like he didn't love me at all. Other girls kissed their
dads all the time, so why shouldn't we? That was what had bothered me
the most, the fact that once my dad decided to stop having sex with
me, he'd stopped showing any kind of physical affection, even the
normal stuff. So to make it up to me, we had to fuck. I knew once we
did it the first time, we'd do it a lot after that too. I think my dad
knew it as well, which was maybe why he was so reluctant.
So he called my bluff, since I was just an eleven year old.
"Mommy, I have to tell you something about me and daddy..." I said atthe dinner table.
"What's that, honey?" My mom looked at me and my dad was having aheart attack, which was frightening since he was so young.
"He said he'd take me to see that circus tonight, but he forgot." I
lied, but she knew my dad was like that. Making promises and
forgetting them later. Not big things and not all the time, but often
enough that it was one of mom's pet peeves and I knew it.
"Is that right?" My mom nodded. "Well, I don't think we're very busytonight, are we dear?"
"Uh..." My dad was recovering from his near death experience.
"But he said it would be our special night, just me and him." I whined
and only a child can get away with excluding a loved one like that. I
had good instincts, even back then.
"Oh." My mom made a little face, but she recovered. "Well, I guess you
guys should have a special night. It'll give me a chance to uh, read a
book."
Mom's are like that, I mean they can take a lot more than people
think, just because they're like 98 percent love and only two percent
everything else, at least when it comes to their only child.
"I...I'm sorry, Pam, I forgot..." My dad was looking at my mom and
apologizing for something totally not his fault and that was seriously
cool. Mom was a little miffed at being left out, but not at me, she
was mad at dad.
"Sure, you guys have fun." My mom nodded. "Just bring me back somecotton candy, okay? The purple kind."
"Okay mommy!" I smiled so big and jumped up to give her such a warm
and happy hug that mom would be happy to stay home alone, just for
that reaction from me. "I love you mommy! I'm going to get you a big
cotton candy, okay?"
"Okay, honey." Mom laughed. "Just be a good girl for your father."
"Oh, I will!" I wiggled my eyebrows and giggled and mom had no clue
that me and daddy be in a motel room an hour later getting ready to
bust my little cherry hard.
It wasn't hard to talk daddy into it at all, believe me, not after the
little thing at the dinner table. It would have been just as easy for
me to say something else, and he knew it.
"Are you sure you're eleven?" Daddy asked me in the car, and I thinkhe was sorta serious.
"I dunno." I giggled.
A little bit later we were in room 214 at the Holiday Inn. That's
Valentine's Day, which I thought was pretty cool and I teased my daddy
that he'd asked for that room on purpose, but he denied it. He also
started wanting to talk to me for some reason, going on and on about
how it had been wrong for us to do those things, like we could take
them back somehow, or forget about them. He must have really thought I
was dumb and I wasn't very happy with my dad.
"Don't you love me anymore, daddy?" I asked him and I was going to cryagain.
"Of course I do, Jen. I don't want to hurt you, I want to protectyou."
"It'll only hurt a little, I think." Cause that's what I'd heard from
Mary Lee Gibson's cousin, Cindy Beth Gibson, who was fourteen and
she'd had sex with her other cousin, but I didn't know him.
"That's not what I mean, Jenny." Daddy was sitting next to me. "I
don't want to hurt you here..." he touched my chest lightly. "...in your
heart."
"You're hurting me there right now." I told him and then I was crying.
"Jen..." He stroked my back and even laid down next to me, trying tomake me stop.
"I'm going to tell mom everything." I said. "I'm going to tell her howyou're being mean to me."
"I'm not being mean, I'm being responsible." My dad tried. "You'll
understand that some day. Please, come on, you have to trust me. I'm
your father."
"I'm gonna tell." I said, my voice muffled through the pillow. "You'rea liar!"
He tried for an hour, I bet, but I wasn't going to leave that room
without getting fucked. I'd decided that already and there wasn't a
thing he could do about it. I knew he wanted it too, as soon as he let
me unzip his pants and find his hard cock, I knew he was a total liar.
He was sitting on the bed and I was on my knees and his cock was as
big as I'd ever seen it. I couldn't get my little fingers all the way
around him, he was so thick. And long? I could have had three hands
one atop the other, and had a little room at the end. My dad had a big
dick, which explained a lot about why my mom would get so frustrated
sometimes when I interrupted their sex.
"Do you want me to kiss it for you, daddy?" I asked him and when mydad gave up, he gave up totally.
"Yeah, baby, give daddy's cock a kiss..."
I spent half an hour on my knees learning how to suck my dad's dick. I
wasn't too good at it and my mouth was way too small, but daddy didn't
seem to mind. I could get the head in my mouth and then I'd just go
crazy with my tongue, licking it all over and jerking him off the way
he liked. My lips were stretched tightly around the shaft and I had a
hard time breathing at first, cause I'd been crying and my nose was
stuffy, but once I started to get it, I got it good.
"Oh Jennnnnny..." My dad was smiling and I'd look up at him with my big
blue eleven year old eyes, my pale blonde hair falling around my
innocent face, and I'd wash his cockhead like it was the best tootsie
pop in the world.
I played with his balls too, after he suggested it and even lifted
himself up so he could get his pants and underwear all the way off.
Daddy had big hairy balls too, full of the same sperm that had made
me, and I washed those too, just cause dad asked me too. He really
liked seeing me sucking one of his balls into my mouth and it seemed
kind of nasty at first, I mean it was a man's ball, you know, and
hairy which sorta tickled my tongue at first, til it got all wet with
spit. I liked it though and besides, I'd sucked his dick anyway and he
peed out of there, so balls couldn't be bad, right?
I sucked dad's balls good and jerked him off and I even licked my
dad's butthole! I swear, it was really weird, but it didn't taste bad.
I was sort of lifting his balls in my hand and licking underneath,
since I hadn't cleaned there yet, and he was way on the edge of the
bed and somehow my tongue just got right there by my dad's butt. He
jumped a little, well jerked really, not jumped, but he seemed to like
it and it seemed like totally bad, so I wanted to do it more than
ever. I wanted to do all that bad stuff suddenly and licking my dad's
butthole had to be like the worst thing ever. Mom wouldn't do it, I
bet, but that made me want to do it even more. So like five different
reasons were in my little head and daddy didn't stop me. He fell back
on the bed and lifted his legs and told me to eat his ass!
That's when I knew for sure that my dad was such a total liar and I
couldn't ever trust him. He'd been telling me it was all wrong and we
shouldn't even kiss and he was my protector, like a knight on a horse
and everything cause I was his princess, and now he was grabbing the
back of his knees and pulling his legs up so I could lick and kiss and
suck his butthole. What a bad, bad daddy he was!
I did it for him though, cause I was just a dumb kid. I didn't know
any better. I thought all little girls loved their daddies this way,
don't you know? I licked the soft skin and then the funny little hole
all brown and wrinkled and daddy was nodding his head and telling me
how good it felt. He wanted me to put my finger in his butt, so I did,
licking his little pucker and my finger too, getting it wet so I could
push it inside, and it wasn't hard. My finger was tiny anyway, so I
don't know why that felt so good, but daddy said it did.
He told me to keep fingering him while I sucked his cock some more. He
was going to cum, that's what he told me, he was going to cum and this
time he wanted me to drink it right from his cock. He was going to
shoot his cum down my throat, right into my belly, and I wouldn't need
to catch it, or use a glass, or anything. All I had to do was keep my
mouth on his dick, jerk him off, and keep wiggling my finger around in
his wet slippery butt.
Cum tastes better when it comes straight out of a dick. I don't know
why, but it's true, and I found that out at the Holiday Inn when I was
eleven years old. I had my first taste of daddy's sperm shooting
straight from his balls into my mouth. I swallowed at first, but it
was a lot and it made me cough. It didn't look like that much when I
jerked him off into a glass, but it was a whole bunch when I jerked
him off into my mouth. I coughed and choked and swallowed and a lot of
daddy's sperm sort of exploded out around his dick, out of the corners
of my tightly stretched lips. But I got most of it, and what I didn't
I licked up after my dad was done cumming.
"Oh, Christ that was good, Jen..." My dad was breathing hard while Isort of scraped sperm off my blouse. I hadn't even got naked yet.
"Can we do it now?" I asked him, because I really did want to fuck.
All that sucking and licking and kissing had sort of made me feel
funny inside, like the way it did when me and daddy would kiss. I felt
hot, like I had a fever, and my pussy was a little wet, like I'd
forgot to wipe myself after peeing, you know, and I got my panties a
little wet. But it was different than that, cause it felt wet way up
inside too, like there was a something, I don't know, a hot spring in
my tummy. My nipples would itch too, like they were growing, but it
wasn't major. None of it was, it just seemed sort of funny and I
noticed it, but it didn't make me crazy. My body didn't really know
about sex yet, or even want it, but my brain did. That was the part of
me that was all turned on and ready.
"Uh..." My dad chucked and gave me a look like I was asking for amiracle. "...Give me a couple minutes, okay?"
"Sure." I shrugged and I eyed my dad's cock and it did look prettysoft, which made me frown. "Does mom do that stuff?"
"What stuff?" My dad was pulling his t-shirt off, since that was allhe was wearing, so I decided to undress too.
"Like, all that stuff." I giggled. "Does she lick your butt?"
"No..." My dad laughed and shook his head. "...Definitely not."
"I didn't think so." I smiled and I had my blouse off and I rubbed my
boobs a little, even though I didn't have any. My nipples looked
bigger though, so maybe that meant something.
"Your mom doesn't even kiss my dick." My dad told me.
"Really?" I pursed my lips. "Why not?"
"I don't know." My dad shrugged. "I guess she thinks it's dirty orsomething."
"I bet she'd be good at it." I giggled. "Mom's got a big mouth,sorta."
"Yeah, she does." My dad laughed some more. "Take off your shorts andpanties, I'll kiss you, okay?"
"You can kiss me anyway!" I giggled and leaned over, but daddy hadmeant something else.
"I know, but I mean I want to kiss your pussy." Dad smiled.
"Down here?" I sort of looked down.
"Yeah...Do you want to try it?"
"Yeah." I giggled, like why wouldn't I?
I got undressed in a hurry and daddy promised this would feel good for
me, really good he said, plus it would help make his cock hard again.
I was all for that stuff and so I didn't complain at all when daddy
had me lie down on the bed, my head propped up on some pillows so I
could see him, and he got right down between my skinny creamy white
thighs. He kissed me slowly and I laughed because he hadn't shaved
since that morning and the stubbly black hair on his cheeks tickled,
but pretty soon I wasn't laughing at all anymore.
He was kissing my pussy nice and it was like nothing else in the
world. I mean I figured it would feel, I dunno, like getting kissed on
the cheek, or like when I sort of kissed my arm to make farting
noises. That didn't feel like much of anything, but daddy kissing my
pussy, that was like he was kissing my mouth, tongue kissing me,
except different. No, it was the same, kinda, but not really. I don't
know!
Daddy was tongue kissing my pussy, that was for sure and if I'd
thought all that sex stuff was just in my brain before, it was down
there now. My pussy was like shivering inside and there were ants on
my skin, or just under my skin, crawling all around. I felt like some
part of me that I'd never knew existed had fallen asleep and now it
was waking up to pins and needles as blood and oxygen and all those
good feelings rushed into it. But I didn't know what that part of me
was. I couldn't point to it and say, this is where it is. It was just
down there someplace, and it was making me crazy!
"Oh daddy!" I couldn't breathe and I was just watching the top of hishead mostly, his thick black hair between my legs.
I could hear him, soft slurping and wet tongue and kisses and sighs
and moans and all of that, except half of it was coming from me and I
didn't know it. I was moaning a lot and I had my fingers in his hair
and I was lifting my little butt hard, rocking my little pussy against
daddy's mouth and pressing my thighs against his scratchy face. I was
feeling good and my pussy was like a hand, like I was making a fist
between my legs, that's what it felt like, and daddy was trying to get
his tongue in between my fingers.
"Are you okay, Jen?" My daddy was red faced and smiling and looking up
at me. He had his hands under me by then, holding my little ass in his
big hands and squeezing me.
"Uh-Huh." I swallowed hard and nodded and I thought my dad was going
to kiss me down there some more, I wished he would, but instead he was
crawling up the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" He was so big then, crawling over
me, on top of me, he seemed huge and my heart was pounding and my
lungs were on fire. I couldn't get enough air it seemed like.
"Okay." I whispered.
"That's what you want, right Jen?" My dad said and he made it soundlike a punishment almost. "You want to get fucked?"
"Yeah." I shivered and I was a little scared, cause it was reallygoing to happen.
"Ask me to fuck you." Dad told me.
"Fuck...me..." I was staring up at him and I felt tiny.
"No, you have to ask." My dad shook his head. "This is what you want,so ask me nice."
"Please, fuck me daddy?" I said softly and I might have been crying,but I didn't know why. "Will you fuck me?"
"Yeah, I'll f...
I was twelve when we had to move, cause I was in the family way. My
dad was already gone by then. I'd asked my mom where he went and she'd
told me up the river without a paddle. I wondered if we couldn't mail
him a paddle, if it meant he could come back home, and my mom had said
that was a fine idea. She'd gone out the next day and bought a paddle,
a nice big one she said, and mailed it off to daddy. I didn't believe
her at first, but she showed me the return receipt paper that she'd
filled out.
"When your daddy gets that paddle, he'll have to sign for it and mail
a little postcard back to us." Mom explained while we ate spaghetti-
o's. "That way we'll know for sure he got it and he can't say he
didn't."
"Oh." I nodded. "You sure you sent him a paddle?"
"Oh yeah, a big one too, honey." My mom had her lips shut tight andshe nodded.
"Okay." I said and I put the papers down, I knew when she looked like
that it wasn't much fun to talk to her. I wasn't dumb though, I knew
the difference between divorce papers and paddles.
Everyone thinks I'm dumb. Like little kids don't know what's going on,
and I'm not so little anyway. Even when I was twelve, I wasn't dumb. I
had a pretty good idea that letting my dad touch me the way he did was
wrong, but I'd liked it a lot. I'd asked for it, really, although when
I'd tried to explain that to the lady doctor I had to see for awhile,
she'd decided that I was protecting my dad, the way a little girl
would when she was hurt inside.
I guess she could have been right, but I didn't think so. I'd liked
the way it felt being held and kissed and eventually fucked. That's
what it was too, we were fucking, and dad liked me to say it just like
that. We fucked every chance we got too. I'd make up excuses so we'd
have time alone and together, so I knew it wasn't just him. It was me
too and I hadn't told anyone. Dad knew that. He'd trusted me and he
still could, because I hadn't said a thing to get him in trouble.
We'd just got caught and daddy was paying the price.
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"Mrs. Sewell, I'm Dan Thayer..." The man was saying and we hadn't evenstarted unpacking yet.
"Miss Parsons, please." She told the man. "I'm not married anymore."
"Of course." The man nodded and gave my mom a sympathetic smile, thenhe noticed me and so did my mom.
"Jenny, take that box to your room, start unpacking your things,honey." My mom said. "We'll get some pizza later, okay?"
"Sure mom." I nodded and the box was just my stuffed animals, so itwas kinda big, but not very heavy.
"You have to excuse the mess, uh who are you again?" My mom asked and
I didn't go to my room at all, but just sat around the corner in the
hallway listening.
"Dan Thayer, I'm the court appointed social worker on Jennifer'scase." The man said. "Can we sit down, Mrs...Miss. Parsons?"
"I don't know what we need you for, Mike's in prison now." My momsaid. "Here, we can sit here. Let me move that...There."
They were sitting on the sofa in that cluttered living room, since all
the rest of the furniture was coming the next day. I opened the box
and grabbed Jim, my pink giraffe. He was pretty cool and I stroked his
long soft neck while they talked.
"I understand that, but obviously the judge is concerned about yourdaughter, we all are." The guy said.
"Well, I'm more than capable of taking care of my little girl." Momtold him.
"I'm sure." The man's voice was gentle. "Let me explain something toyou, something you might not be aware of, Miss Parsons."
"What's that?" My mom was impatient and trying to show it.
"My job is to decide whether or not your daughter stays here." Therewas a pause. "This is a decision that I have to make every week."
"You decide?" My mom sounded like she didn't really believe him.
"Oh yes, Miss Parsons." The man assured her. "If I don't think you'rea fit mother, being all of...what? Twenty-seven years old?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Twenty-eight, divorced now, working a low income job at...Lucky
Luke's?" The man chuckled. "I have to say, being a stripper Miss
Parsons..."
"I'm a waitress and dancer, Mr. Thayer." My mom's voice had an edge toit. "I'm not a whore."
"...Right." He was still laughing. "A flick of the pen, Miss Parsons and
it won't matter if your Mother Theresa reincarnated. Jennifer will go
to the state and you'll have one less thing to worry about."
"What you want?" My mom sighed.
"Like I said, this is a decision I have to make every week, let's say
Tuesday nights between seven and nine, shall we?" The man asked and I
wondered why it was going to take him two hours to decide if my mom
was a good one or not.
"My night off." My mom gave a little laugh of her own. "What asurprise."
"I like to be thorough, Miss Parsons." The man agreed. "Now, if youwouldn't mind, I know it isn't Tuesday, but..."
"Great." My mom muttered and I heard the sound of a zipper beingpulled down.
"Oh yeah..." He took a long deep breath and let it out slow. "You're awonderful mother, I can tell."
The soft and only barely heard sounds of my mom sucking the man's cock
filled my little ears. It really is an unmistakable sound and I'd made
it myself plenty of times with my dad, believe me. That wet lip
smacking sound, the funny little farting sounds, the little moans and
groans. Yeah, I was just twelve years old and pretty dumb, most people
figured, but they didn't know anything about me. Near as I can tell,
the one person in the whole world who did know about me was dead.
His name was Vladimir Nabokov and he once said: Between the age limits
of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched
travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true
nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these
chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."
It was nice being a nymphet, once I'd found out about Mr. Nabokov. He
was right too and I think I was possessed, or at least corrupt. My dad
was in jail because of me, and I didn't really cry about that very
much, at least not unless I was supposed to. When people were
watching, yeah, I'd cry and pretend like I didn't understand. But when
I was by myself, mostly I just wished my dad was with me, cause I was
pretty horny after he'd gotten arrested.
I was fingering myself while I listened to my mom giving that man a
blowjob. She was doing it for me, or at least that was what she'd be
telling herself, and maybe that was true. But she'd just known him for
fifteen minutes. My mom hadn't slapped him, or tried to throw him out,
or threatened to call someone. She'd just gone down on his cock like
it was nothing. That made it better for me, but not really good. I
think if he'd had to force her a little more, maybe if my mom had been
crying, then it would have been really good and I could have made
myself cum even.
As it was though, I just thought my mom was a slut. I mean, she was a
stripper. She'd told me she was a dancer, like in a ballet, and I'd
pretended to believe her. But I wasn't that dumb, I was in sixth grade
and none of my old friends would have believed that either, I was
sure. We all knew what sex was. Some boys brought magazines to school,
like when I was in fourth grade, and fifth, before I'd even got my
first period, I'd seen pictures of people doing it. So don't go
thinking I was dumb like everyone else does.
We'd driven by Lucky Luke's and I'd asked my mom what E-X-O-T-I-C
meant, spelling the word even though I was pretty sure I knew how to
read it. Mom told me it meant special and I'd made like I'd believed
her, but the only thing special about exotic dancing is that the girls
took off their clothes while they did it. Mom should have just told me
that and I was a little disappointed when she didn't.
I think she was embarrassed by it though and I knew she'd looked for
other jobs first, before taking that one. She'd looked hard, but it
was tough finding one that would pay enough just to cover the
babysitter, as if I needed one. I'd tried to talk her out of that, but
she wasn't going to leave me home alone every night, that was for
sure. So some old lady was going to be coming around to watch me
sleep. What a total waste of money that was going to be.
Probably mom would make a lot though too. She had the looks, that was
for sure. Even after having me, she didn't look much like a mom.
Probably because she'd just been sixteen when I was born, so her body
went right back to shape. I hoped mine would, not that I had a lot of
shape, being barely twelve like I was. My mom had a real shape, with
nice hips and a round butt, smooth flat tummy and big boobs. Real
boobs too, not like fake or anything, and they were great. I hoped I
had big firm bobs like hers when I got older, that would be so cool.
She had blonde hair, like mine, except hers was long and golden, while
mine was long and sort of pale, almost white really. The same blue
eyes though, sort of greenish blue, like the ocean where the water
just starts to get deep. She was beautiful and I always thought my mom
should have been a model, or even an actress maybe, and I think she
did too. I guess it was tough trying to do that and raise a baby
though, so all she'd done was had a portfolio made when she was
eighteen, and mom looked at it sometimes, but then she'd put it away.
I was rubbing my pussy nice while mom sucked the man off. Holding my
pink giraffe with my knees up and legs spread, my little white panty
pulled to the side, just rubbing my finger along the hairless cleft of
my sex. I couldn't wait til I got hair; that would be nice. My pussy
looked pretty boring, I thought. The lips were small and thin, my hole
was tiny, although my dad had stretched it pretty good for awhile
there, but that had been a couple months ago the last time we'd
fucked, and now it was small again. I didn't even have a real clitoris
yet, which was something I wanted more than anything. All I had was a
little bump, a tiny knot of pink flesh at the top of my slit, and it
felt good when I rubbed it, but I suspected when I got a little older
it would feel a lot better than just good.
It was hard waiting to grow up.
Especially since I had a baby in my belly. They talked about aborting
it, if you can believe that. They'd asked me about it, the woman head
doctor, but not directly. She'd sort of talked around it, like let's
make believe I could take a pill and that baby would go away. It would
go to a god place and wait for a real mommy who wanted to have a baby.
Like I wasn't one of those? But I didn't say anything like that, I
just thought about it real hard and told her that I figured God had
put that baby inside me. That's what they said at Sunday school.
Mommy's and daddy's expressed their love and god rewarded them with a
divine touch, the spark of life jumping from his fingertip like God
had been shuffling his feet on the carpet for half an hour.
My mom had wanted me to get the abortion and she'd tried hard to talk
me into it. Ice cream, a kitten, a new bike...She was big on bribery, my
mom was, and any other girl might have fallen for it, but not me. I
liked being pregnant, it made me special, especially since everyone
knew it was my dad's baby inside me. I didn't say that though, mostly
I just cried a lot and talked about how it was a baby and a person and
it wasn't the baby's fault that it was made in my little tummy by my
dad. I couldn't hurt my little baby cause of that.
I guess mom could have made me do it, get the abortion I mean, but she
didn't. The doctor told her not to, I think. We could put it up for
adoption later, or so they talked about while I colored dinosaurs and
sang quietly t myself in the corner. It would be bad for me, having an
abortion, much better to wait and find the child a proper home later,
after it was born. They just didn't know that I wasn't going to let my
baby go, not ever. Why would I? But they could think that all they
wanted, I didn't care. My mom would find out later and she'd love my
baby too, I was sure of it. Once my tummy got big, she'd get excited.
I knew I would.
That man my mom was sucking, he liked to talk, which was good. Mostly
he was telling my mom how she was a really great cocksucker. He'd tell
her how beautiful she was with her lips around his dick too. He wasn't
really imaginative and I just kind of half listened while I played
with my pussy, which had gotten pretty wet. Listening to my slut mom
suck off a stranger was pretty cool and I wondered if she'd suck off
anybody, or just guys who had a good reason. I was betting she'd suck
off anyone who would spend more than three minutes trying to talk her
into it. If she was as good as that social worker was saying, well,
mom must have had a lot of practice...And not with my dad.
He'd told me all the stuff mom wouldn't do, and cock sucking was highon the list.
"Fuck...I'm gonna cum...Keep sucking whore...Oh fuck..." The man was saying
and so I got up quickly, smoothing my dress down over my damp panties.
"Jesus...Swallow it...Ohhhh..."
"Mommy?" I spoke up shyly right when he was shooting. "Can we getpizza now? I'm hungry."
It was pretty funny watching them because my mom jumped, like three
feet off the sofa I bet and that man's penis was all big and red and
shooting his sperm all over the place. It got on him, on my mom, on
the sofa. Mostly because he was moving to, like standing and turning
and trying to pinch t off, or shove it in his pants, or something. He
probably didn't know what to do and my mom, well, she did look like
she wanted to cry just then.
"Go back to..." My mom took a breath, "...your room...now, honey...Go on..."
"Okay, mommy." I nodded. "What's wrong with him?"
"Huh?" My mom glanced at the man and then pointed. "Nothing, he's...Fine...Go on now..."
I left them, grabbing my box and taking it to my room and feeling
pretty happy with myself. I couldn't believe my mom would just suck
that guy on the couch, I mean right there where I could walk in on
them. That wasn't too smart and me and my dad had always been a lot
more careful than that, but my mom was a slut. She probably wanted to
get caught, I figured. Maybe not out loud, so to speak, but inside,
way deep down, my mom probably wanted me to catch her doing bad stuff.
She was a little insecure that way, like I'd been fucking my dad and
so I must have loved him more, right? Maybe mommy wanted me to fuck
her too, but she just didn't know how to ask me.
I decided I'd have to think about that a little more.
"Jen?" My mom was knocking on my bedroom door a few minutes later,
after the man had left and she'd washed her face and probably brushed
her teeth. She'd changed her t-shirt too, I noticed, since the other
one had gotten a bit spermy.
"Hey mom, are we gonna get pizza?" I smiled at her and I was sittingon the floor, putting Harry Potter books in my bookcase.
"Yeah, um, in a bit." My nodded. "Um, that...What you saw, I mean whatwe were doing, was, um..."
"It's okay, mom." I shrugged. "I've seen it before."
It wasn't like we were going to pretend it was anything other than it
was, I'd stood there watching the man cum in my mom's mouth, at least
for a couple spurts, before I'd surprised them.
"Right." My mom blinked at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, honey. Come here."
She needed a hug, or needed me to need one, that's what it really was,
so I got up and we hugged for awhile. Mom apologized and said it was
just one of those things and I should forget about it and all that.
None of it meant anything though and I was getting a little tired of
listening to my mom pour her guilt out on me. It was another clue that
she'd wanted to suck his dick, I thought, cause she sure didn't act
like a woman who'd be forced to do it. Yeah, mom had liked it just
fine, I thought, all she'd needed was a reason.
"Is he your boyfriend now, mommy?" I asked and that shut her upfinally.
"Can I sleep with you tonight, mommy?" I asked, standing in thedoorway of my mom's bedroom.
"What? Yeah, honey...Okay...Are you scared?" My mom was already in bed andshe lifted the sheets for me, scooting over a little.
"Kind of." I said, but I wasn't.
"It's okay." Mom nodded and I'd left the door open so the light fromthe hallway would shine into her room.
I was wearing my little nightie and fresh panties after my bath. We'd
had pizza and done some more unpacking and then I'd gone to bed. Mom
too, finally, although she'd done some more unpacking in the kitchen.
Once I heard her taking a shower though, I knew she'd be getting into
bed soon, so all I had to do was wait a little bit.
"Maybe I should, uh..." My mom was going to get up as I got in her bed,just because she wasn't wearing panties.
My mom never wore panties when she went to sleep and I didn't know
why, but only that it was true. All she liked to wear was a big t-
shirt that was so thin that it was like wearing, I don't know, almost
nothing at all really. I guess it was really comfortable like that
though.
"Can you hold me, mommy?" I said, pulling her arm just to keep herthere. "My room was pretty dark. I don't like it."
"Oh, Jen, yeah. Come here..." That was all it took and mom stayed whereshe was, hugging me to her and rubbing my back to make me feel better.
It reminded me quite a lot of my dad, actually. He'd never come to my
room, not at first. I'd always had to come to my parents bedroom,
making up excuses and reasons to get in bed. I tried to do it when the
bed was bumping too, that was the best time. I knew they were fucking,
except I didn't call it fucking back then. I didn't use to swear at
all, but I knew what was going on. Their old bed was pretty noisy.
I'd make them stop though and get in bed, right next to my daddy who
would be all hot and sweaty and trying to hide his swollen cock from
me as I hugged him. That was what I'd liked the most, even though I'd
only been eleven back then. Mom would get him all ready for me and
then I'd be there to finish him off, while she was right next to us.
That was like a secret and just for me at first, but later daddy knew
the secret too and he liked it.
The first few times I didn't really do anything, but one night, when
my mom and dad had really been fucking each other good, I ran into
their bedroom screaming and sort of crying like I'd had a bad dream.
Daddy rolled off my mom and they were both breathing hard.
"Shit..." My mom said, real soft, but I'd heard it.
"Can I sleep in your bed, Daddy?" I asked him and of course he wasn'tgoing to say no.
He tried to keep one of the sheets between us, you know, because he
was naked. They had a couple on their bed anyway, mostly kicked down
near the foot, and dad reached down to pull one up for me, but I
wriggled my way under his too and he didn't say anything. He just
looked at my mom, but she'd rolled over on her side, since this was
like the fourth time in a row I'd interrupted them. Mom was a little
mad at me I thought.
Dad was frustrated too, probably, but this night I was going to make
it up to him. I moved slowly, my arm and hand I mean, but I'd move my
whole body too, like I was getting comfortable, and I found his cock
with my fingers. He'd tried to hide it away from me, but I found it
and he gave a soft, very soft gasp as I wrapped my fist around his
penis. He was still sort of hard and really sticky, all wet and I
squeezed it carefully, since I'd never touched one before.
My dad didn't move a muscle either. I squeezed his cock over and over,
since I didn't really know I was supposed to do other stuff, like
slide my hand up and down, but that squeezing must have been okay for
him. He was looking at my face in the dim light, and we were so close
our noses were almost touching, and he licked his lips like he was
going to say something, but he didn't. I just kept on squeezing his
cock and it was so big and hard suddenly, much more than when I'd
started, and I wondered how it ever fit inside my mom. It seemed huge
in my little hand.
That was the first time I made my dad cum and all I did was look at
him and squeeze his cock. He swallowed hard and held his breath and
his body went stiff and he was squirting all over my thighs mostly, my
tummy too a little, and of course my arm and hand, and the very little
bit of bed between us. My dad squirted a lot and at first I thought
he'd peed on me, but I knew better. Daddy's made sperm, I knew that,
and sperm made babies inside the mommies. It was special that way and
I'd seen pictures of people making babies at school, dirty pictures
the boys brought sometimes.
I wanted that sperm inside me. I couldn't see it that first time,
because it was under the covers and in the dark, but I could feel it.
That stuff was warm and wet and kind of greasy thick, like pudding and
I scooped some up, mostly because I wanted to smell it, but I tasted
it too. The smell was weird, like old shoes I thought, but the taste
was salty and maybe a little sour, but not bad. Daddy watched me as I
used my fingers to clean up as much of his sperm as I could, putting
it slowly and silently into my mouth and swallowing it while my mom
slept beside us.
We didn't say a word about what had happened after that. We acted likeeverything was normal, but now we had a secret.
The third time it happened, which was pretty much like the first two,
except I'd waited a few weeks so mom wouldn't get suspicious, the
third time dad showed me how to jerk him off. He didn't say anything,
cause mom was right there, but she was snoring too. She sounds like a
baby pig, sorta, it's cute the way she snores and she totally denies
it, of course. But we'd waited until mom fell asleep and then dad had
put his hand on mine, gently too, like he was afraid of scaring me
away. He put his fingers around mine and started moving our hands back
and forth and it was so nice, I wondered why I hadn't figured that
out.
It was made extra special that night too because while I jerked off my
dad, he kissed me. Softly and carefully in the dark, but a real one.
He tickled my lips with his tongue and I almost laughed, but instead I
opened my mouth and then he was teaching me what tongue kissing was
all about. I loved it! I couldn't get enough of tongue kissing after
that and we did it all the time, whenever we could and not just in bed
at night either. We'd moved our game into the rest of the time too and
when mom was out of the house, for instance, I'd kiss and jerk off my
daddy.
Mostly in my room, but we'd do it downstairs too. In the living room
sometimes, like if we were watching a movie and mom would say she was
going to run to the store, we'd wave and smile and when the car pulled
out, we'd be kissing. We did it in the kitchen, in the bathrooms, in
their bedroom, even in the garage and in the basement. We'd kiss and
I'd jerk off my dad, catching his cum in my hands mostly, cause he
liked to see me eating his sperm and I really enjoyed it a lot myself.
I'd catch it while daddy jerked himself off at the end, and sort of
lick it from my palms while he watched me. It was messy, a little, and
so I started jerking him off into a glass, and that worked better.
One time I'd just jerked my dad off into a glass when mom came home
early. I was sucking that sperm out of the glass hard when mom walked
into the living room. It doesn't really come out very fast, I guess
cause it's so sticky and gooey, so I was kind of sucking and even
using my tongue and my mom stared at me. It was pretty funny really
and she shook her head, probably thinking I'd tried to make a
milkshake, which I did sometimes. It looked the same, sorta, but they
sure didn't taste the same!
That had been a close call though and so we were a little more careful
after that. Plus I wanted more than just jerking off my dad. I wanted
to do other stuff, like those mommies did in those magazines. Like my
mom did in their bed, you know? My dad wasn't too sure though and
really, he avoided me for a long time after we'd almost gotten caught.
He'd push me away and tell me how it wasn't right and all that
business. But I didn't believe him. His dick was hard all the time and
he had sex with my mom every night, sometimes every morning too, and
at least my mom was happy again. But I wasn't.
He was thinking about me while he fucked her, I knew that much, and itkinda made me mad.
I finally told daddy that he had to fuck me too. He didn't want to, or
so he said, but I didn't believe that. He was just afraid, but I
wasn't. I told him if he didn't do it, I'd tell mom everything. He
didn't believe me, and he didn't understand why I'd say that. He asked
me if I loved him, and if I did, why I'd ever think about hurting him
like that. I told him that he was hurting me cause he didn't love me
as much as he loved mommy. He should love me just as much, I said, or
maybe even more, since he'd made me. I was a part of him; mommy
wasn't.
I cried then, while we talked, and real tears too. I wasn't lying to
him about how I felt, he was my dad and I loved him. I wanted to do
everything with him and when he wouldn't even kiss me anymore, it felt
an awful lot like he didn't love me at all. Other girls kissed their
dads all the time, so why shouldn't we? That was what had bothered me
the most, the fact that once my dad decided to stop having sex with
me, he'd stopped showing any kind of physical affection, even the
normal stuff. So to make it up to me, we had to fuck. I knew once we
did it the first time, we'd do it a lot after that too. I think my dad
knew it as well, which was maybe why he was so reluctant.
So he called my bluff, since I was just an eleven year old.
"Mommy, I have to tell you something about me and daddy..." I said atthe dinner table.
"What's that, honey?" My mom looked at me and my dad was having aheart attack, which was frightening since he was so young.
"He said he'd take me to see that circus tonight, but he forgot." I
lied, but she knew my dad was like that. Making promises and
forgetting them later. Not big things and not all the time, but often
enough that it was one of mom's pet peeves and I knew it.
"Is that right?" My mom nodded. "Well, I don't think we're very busytonight, are we dear?"
"Uh..." My dad was recovering from his near death experience.
"But he said it would be our special night, just me and him." I whined
and only a child can get away with excluding a loved one like that. I
had good instincts, even back then.
"Oh." My mom made a little face, but she recovered. "Well, I guess you
guys should have a special night. It'll give me a chance to uh, read a
book."
Mom's are like that, I mean they can take a lot more than people
think, just because they're like 98 percent love and only two percent
everything else, at least when it comes to their only child.
"I...I'm sorry, Pam, I forgot..." My dad was looking at my mom and
apologizing for something totally not his fault and that was seriously
cool. Mom was a little miffed at being left out, but not at me, she
was mad at dad.
"Sure, you guys have fun." My mom nodded. "Just bring me back somecotton candy, okay? The purple kind."
"Okay mommy!" I smiled so big and jumped up to give her such a warm
and happy hug that mom would be happy to stay home alone, just for
that reaction from me. "I love you mommy! I'm going to get you a big
cotton candy, okay?"
"Okay, honey." Mom laughed. "Just be a good girl for your father."
"Oh, I will!" I wiggled my eyebrows and giggled and mom had no clue
that me and daddy be in a motel room an hour later getting ready to
bust my little cherry hard.
It wasn't hard to talk daddy into it at all, believe me, not after the
little thing at the dinner table. It would have been just as easy for
me to say something else, and he knew it.
"Are you sure you're eleven?" Daddy asked me in the car, and I thinkhe was sorta serious.
"I dunno." I giggled.
A little bit later we were in room 214 at the Holiday Inn. That's
Valentine's Day, which I thought was pretty cool and I teased my daddy
that he'd asked for that room on purpose, but he denied it. He also
started wanting to talk to me for some reason, going on and on about
how it had been wrong for us to do those things, like we could take
them back somehow, or forget about them. He must have really thought I
was dumb and I wasn't very happy with my dad.
"Don't you love me anymore, daddy?" I asked him and I was going to cryagain.
"Of course I do, Jen. I don't want to hurt you, I want to protectyou."
"It'll only hurt a little, I think." Cause that's what I'd heard from
Mary Lee Gibson's cousin, Cindy Beth Gibson, who was fourteen and
she'd had sex with her other cousin, but I didn't know him.
"That's not what I mean, Jenny." Daddy was sitting next to me. "I
don't want to hurt you here..." he touched my chest lightly. "...in your
heart."
"You're hurting me there right now." I told him and then I was crying.
"Jen..." He stroked my back and even laid down next to me, trying tomake me stop.
"I'm going to tell mom everything." I said. "I'm going to tell her howyou're being mean to me."
"I'm not being mean, I'm being responsible." My dad tried. "You'll
understand that some day. Please, come on, you have to trust me. I'm
your father."
"I'm gonna tell." I said, my voice muffled through the pillow. "You'rea liar!"
He tried for an hour, I bet, but I wasn't going to leave that room
without getting fucked. I'd decided that already and there wasn't a
thing he could do about it. I knew he wanted it too, as soon as he let
me unzip his pants and find his hard cock, I knew he was a total liar.
He was sitting on the bed and I was on my knees and his cock was as
big as I'd ever seen it. I couldn't get my little fingers all the way
around him, he was so thick. And long? I could have had three hands
one atop the other, and had a little room at the end. My dad had a big
dick, which explained a lot about why my mom would get so frustrated
sometimes when I interrupted their sex.
"Do you want me to kiss it for you, daddy?" I asked him and when mydad gave up, he gave up totally.
"Yeah, baby, give daddy's cock a kiss..."
I spent half an hour on my knees learning how to suck my dad's dick. I
wasn't too good at it and my mouth was way too small, but daddy didn't
seem to mind. I could get the head in my mouth and then I'd just go
crazy with my tongue, licking it all over and jerking him off the way
he liked. My lips were stretched tightly around the shaft and I had a
hard time breathing at first, cause I'd been crying and my nose was
stuffy, but once I started to get it, I got it good.
"Oh Jennnnnny..." My dad was smiling and I'd look up at him with my big
blue eleven year old eyes, my pale blonde hair falling around my
innocent face, and I'd wash his cockhead like it was the best tootsie
pop in the world.
I played with his balls too, after he suggested it and even lifted
himself up so he could get his pants and underwear all the way off.
Daddy had big hairy balls too, full of the same sperm that had made
me, and I washed those too, just cause dad asked me too. He really
liked seeing me sucking one of his balls into my mouth and it seemed
kind of nasty at first, I mean it was a man's ball, you know, and
hairy which sorta tickled my tongue at first, til it got all wet with
spit. I liked it though and besides, I'd sucked his dick anyway and he
peed out of there, so balls couldn't be bad, right?
I sucked dad's balls good and jerked him off and I even licked my
dad's butthole! I swear, it was really weird, but it didn't taste bad.
I was sort of lifting his balls in my hand and licking underneath,
since I hadn't cleaned there yet, and he was way on the edge of the
bed and somehow my tongue just got right there by my dad's butt. He
jumped a little, well jerked really, not jumped, but he seemed to like
it and it seemed like totally bad, so I wanted to do it more than
ever. I wanted to do all that bad stuff suddenly and licking my dad's
butthole had to be like the worst thing ever. Mom wouldn't do it, I
bet, but that made me want to do it even more. So like five different
reasons were in my little head and daddy didn't stop me. He fell back
on the bed and lifted his legs and told me to eat his ass!
That's when I knew for sure that my dad was such a total liar and I
couldn't ever trust him. He'd been telling me it was all wrong and we
shouldn't even kiss and he was my protector, like a knight on a horse
and everything cause I was his princess, and now he was grabbing the
back of his knees and pulling his legs up so I could lick and kiss and
suck his butthole. What a bad, bad daddy he was!
I did it for him though, cause I was just a dumb kid. I didn't know
any better. I thought all little girls loved their daddies this way,
don't you know? I licked the soft skin and then the funny little hole
all brown and wrinkled and daddy was nodding his head and telling me
how good it felt. He wanted me to put my finger in his butt, so I did,
licking his little pucker and my finger too, getting it wet so I could
push it inside, and it wasn't hard. My finger was tiny anyway, so I
don't know why that felt so good, but daddy said it did.
He told me to keep fingering him while I sucked his cock some more. He
was going to cum, that's what he told me, he was going to cum and this
time he wanted me to drink it right from his cock. He was going to
shoot his cum down my throat, right into my belly, and I wouldn't need
to catch it, or use a glass, or anything. All I had to do was keep my
mouth on his dick, jerk him off, and keep wiggling my finger around in
his wet slippery butt.
Cum tastes better when it comes straight out of a dick. I don't know
why, but it's true, and I found that out at the Holiday Inn when I was
eleven years old. I had my first taste of daddy's sperm shooting
straight from his balls into my mouth. I swallowed at first, but it
was a lot and it made me cough. It didn't look like that much when I
jerked him off into a glass, but it was a whole bunch when I jerked
him off into my mouth. I coughed and choked and swallowed and a lot of
daddy's sperm sort of exploded out around his dick, out of the corners
of my tightly stretched lips. But I got most of it, and what I didn't
I licked up after my dad was done cumming.
"Oh, Christ that was good, Jen..." My dad was breathing hard while Isort of scraped sperm off my blouse. I hadn't even got naked yet.
"Can we do it now?" I asked him, because I really did want to fuck.
All that sucking and licking and kissing had sort of made me feel
funny inside, like the way it did when me and daddy would kiss. I felt
hot, like I had a fever, and my pussy was a little wet, like I'd
forgot to wipe myself after peeing, you know, and I got my panties a
little wet. But it was different than that, cause it felt wet way up
inside too, like there was a something, I don't know, a hot spring in
my tummy. My nipples would itch too, like they were growing, but it
wasn't major. None of it was, it just seemed sort of funny and I
noticed it, but it didn't make me crazy. My body didn't really know
about sex yet, or even want it, but my brain did. That was the part of
me that was all turned on and ready.
"Uh..." My dad chucked and gave me a look like I was asking for amiracle. "...Give me a couple minutes, okay?"
"Sure." I shrugged and I eyed my dad's cock and it did look prettysoft, which made me frown. "Does mom do that stuff?"
"What stuff?" My dad was pulling his t-shirt off, since that was allhe was wearing, so I decided to undress too.
"Like, all that stuff." I giggled. "Does she lick your butt?"
"No..." My dad laughed and shook his head. "...Definitely not."
"I didn't think so." I smiled and I had my blouse off and I rubbed my
boobs a little, even though I didn't have any. My nipples looked
bigger though, so maybe that meant something.
"Your mom doesn't even kiss my dick." My dad told me.
"Really?" I pursed my lips. "Why not?"
"I don't know." My dad shrugged. "I guess she thinks it's dirty orsomething."
"I bet she'd be good at it." I giggled. "Mom's got a big mouth,sorta."
"Yeah, she does." My dad laughed some more. "Take off your shorts andpanties, I'll kiss you, okay?"
"You can kiss me anyway!" I giggled and leaned over, but daddy hadmeant something else.
"I know, but I mean I want to kiss your pussy." Dad smiled.
"Down here?" I sort of looked down.
"Yeah...Do you want to try it?"
"Yeah." I giggled, like why wouldn't I?
I got undressed in a hurry and daddy promised this would feel good for
me, really good he said, plus it would help make his cock hard again.
I was all for that stuff and so I didn't complain at all when daddy
had me lie down on the bed, my head propped up on some pillows so I
could see him, and he got right down between my skinny creamy white
thighs. He kissed me slowly and I laughed because he hadn't shaved
since that morning and the stubbly black hair on his cheeks tickled,
but pretty soon I wasn't laughing at all anymore.
He was kissing my pussy nice and it was like nothing else in the
world. I mean I figured it would feel, I dunno, like getting kissed on
the cheek, or like when I sort of kissed my arm to make farting
noises. That didn't feel like much of anything, but daddy kissing my
pussy, that was like he was kissing my mouth, tongue kissing me,
except different. No, it was the same, kinda, but not really. I don't
know!
Daddy was tongue kissing my pussy, that was for sure and if I'd
thought all that sex stuff was just in my brain before, it was down
there now. My pussy was like shivering inside and there were ants on
my skin, or just under my skin, crawling all around. I felt like some
part of me that I'd never knew existed had fallen asleep and now it
was waking up to pins and needles as blood and oxygen and all those
good feelings rushed into it. But I didn't know what that part of me
was. I couldn't point to it and say, this is where it is. It was just
down there someplace, and it was making me crazy!
"Oh daddy!" I couldn't breathe and I was just watching the top of hishead mostly, his thick black hair between my legs.
I could hear him, soft slurping and wet tongue and kisses and sighs
and moans and all of that, except half of it was coming from me and I
didn't know it. I was moaning a lot and I had my fingers in his hair
and I was lifting my little butt hard, rocking my little pussy against
daddy's mouth and pressing my thighs against his scratchy face. I was
feeling good and my pussy was like a hand, like I was making a fist
between my legs, that's what it felt like, and daddy was trying to get
his tongue in between my fingers.
"Are you okay, Jen?" My daddy was red faced and smiling and looking up
at me. He had his hands under me by then, holding my little ass in his
big hands and squeezing me.
"Uh-Huh." I swallowed hard and nodded and I thought my dad was going
to kiss me down there some more, I wished he would, but instead he was
crawling up the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" He was so big then, crawling over
me, on top of me, he seemed huge and my heart was pounding and my
lungs were on fire. I couldn't get enough air it seemed like.
"Okay." I whispered.
"That's what you want, right Jen?" My dad said and he made it soundlike a punishment almost. "You want to get fucked?"
"Yeah." I shivered and I was a little scared, cause it was reallygoing to happen.
"Ask me to fuck you." Dad told me.
"Fuck...me..." I was staring up at him and I felt tiny.
"No, you have to ask." My dad shook his head. "This is what you want,so ask me nice."
"Please, fuck me daddy?" I said softly and I might have been crying,but I didn't know why. "Will you fuck me?"
"Yeah, I'll f...
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