It is unmanageable to pinpoint exactly when it started - well, easy for the number one time he fucked me - the sexual attention, the touching etc., but I guess my earlier recollections are when I was about four, and my Dad used to possess me sitting on his knee watching TV, and he would own his hand under my ass, and I could feel his fingers stroking my fork. Do n't get me damage, I liked it. OK I did n't bang that it was haywire, I just enjoyed his gentle, and I guess sensual, tactual sensation. Also he would read me bedtime stories or sometimes just name them up, and while he told them, he would stroke me - my hair, my arm, my legs and between them too. I loved him, and I loved being caressed and fondled - who would n't. I do n't remember anything more than that for quite sometime, maybe until I was form of six years old. About then, he continued both the lap TV-watching and the bedtime write up, but I became conscious of something arduous, pressing against my hind end, when he removed his script while watching kid 's TV programmes. And about then, with me in bed, having my bedtime account, he started to take my script and have me stroke him - first his side, including his rough beard, then his hairy arms, and then this bulge in his trousers/shorts/pjs. It quite fascinated me, as when I stroked it, especially if all he was wearing were pjs or boxers, this hump would nip and jerk. But even then it was quite some prison term before he had me stroke it `` bareback ''. Again around this clock time he started to put his hired man down inside my pjs and caress my 'front seat', and I really liked that. Always after he had felt my cunny and I had stroked his hump, he would give me a kiss - on the face or forehead or sometimes on the lips. ( My how my pa loved me ! )
While watching TV - bearing in mind my ma would be there as well - he was less forward, but had started to move my knickers aside and just stroke my girly snatch. I would writhe and wriggle with enjoyment, and I thought my ma was incognizant of his care, but later realised how damage that theme was !
Then one evening, bedtime storytime came rhythm, and it was a very hot evening, and I was just in a thin nightgown and no knee breeches, and I was sitting on the bed with my pegleg crossed, knees drawn up, so I guess he could see straight up my nightie, and my dad came in wearing only thin short circuit, and immediately he sat down on the bed, without any attempt at story telling, he slid his hand up my nightgown and began stroking me between my branch, at the Sami prison term taken my hand and placing it on the Brobdingnagian bulge at the front of his shorts. It was sorting of throbbing, and I really gave it some stroke, whether in endeavor to stop it 's throbbing or what, I do n't have it away, but this prompted him to take my hand and microscope slide it down the nominal head of his short and on to his throbbing tool. Again I was fascinated and was concentrating hard on fondling and caressing this big thing, while one of his finger began probing my pussy and after caressing the lips, slipped inside me. I got stimulate, I suppose, and starting to pee, and was quite surprised when he was not cross with me for wetting my bed. Shssh he said, I wo n't separate mommy, if you do n't, and put his piss-soaked fingerbreadth up to his back talk in the time-honoured way of expressing silence - though I must profess I have never seen others lick and take in their finger's breadth after shushing, as he did ! This now became the norm for my even fourth dimension with my adorable dad, and afore long he would be sitting there with his cock out of his shorts/trousers/pjs, so I could see exactly what I was doing stroking it, and he would finger me till I peed. Sometimes he would have me sit in movement of him, so that when I peed, I pissed all over his midst fat stopcock, and then he would rub it up and down between my pegleg, nuzzling my cuntlips.
Time passed, in continuing mode, until when I was about 8, and being advanced for my age, my little buds of breasts started to form, our night-time rite changed, only a little, as I sat in front of him, naked with my minor egotistical boobies, caressing his dick, while he fingered me, and then, as I started to pee, instead of rubbing his cock-head just against my backtalk, he rubbed it but then pushed it slightly between my nether rim, and i got that get-go adorable sensation of cock between my sensitive labia. I suppose it was instinct that made me get-up-and-go towards him, and moistened by my watercourse of pee, it slid a slight further in. It began to hurt down there, but I did n't moan or complain, because daddy kissed me tenderly on the back talk, and I knew he was pleased with me. I ignored the vivid pain as he pushed further into me, his lip now open, and his tongued probing into my mouth. My bottom hurt, but I loved the way his glossa was licking all around the interior of my mouth, and he was pulling back to allay the bottom botheration, before moving back in again. I had stopped peeing by now, and we were both sitting in a pool of my pee, with him easing his dick slowly in and out of my slit, and, surprisingly the pain had eased, and was now giving me sensations, which I had n't experienced before, even to my poophole sort of curtain raising and conclusion, and inner glowings inside my battlefront bottom that were exquisitely refreshing to me. I guess that 's why I wriggled and squirmed, transfixed as I was on his penis, which must get sent him over the top, and I felt this rush of hotness shoot up inside me. I wondered what it was, but soon found out later. After he had spent his load inside me, he slowly withdrew, which I noticed was painful again, and then when i saw his cock all covered in rip, I was scared that I had hurt him or cut him, and started to say sorry. He gently explained that he was OK, and that what had happened was born, and had happened to me, and that I was no long a child, but starting to become a grown-up. I asked whether mom would be cross about the bloody mint, but he said not to vex, he would sort it with her. ( Later I was to find out that she already knew what was going on with dad and me, and that he did n't postulate to explicate )
So .... that was the start of fucking with my dad, and we continued to fuck continuously for the next 25 eld until he died 5 years ago, when I was just turned 32. My mom had known from the start, and she had got off his telling her all the detail, once I had gone to slumber, and would masturbate, while he recounted every one of our marijuana cigarette actions, after which dad would arsefuck her ( as she later told me, because she did n't want any Sir Thomas More small fry ), and after the first time that I lost my virginity, my dad 's attending were no longer secret and furtive, and some eventide we would watch TV, with my mom sitting knitting in an armchair, and me astride my dad 's peter being deliciously fucked. In fact, when it was my 10th birthday, part of my treat was to portion my parents tremendous emperor-size bed, and my dad fucked me, while my ma masturbated. By then, of course, I was having orgasms, and no tenacious peed myself with excitement, but as time passed - into my teens and thereafter - we introduced wetting and pissing and other pee secret plan into our nightly sex-sessions. Especially I enjoyed being fucked by my dad, and my ma would stand over us and piss all over, then we would all figure out each former clean. My mom also taught me how to be a Lesbian and make out with her, and, boy, how I loved to lick and suck her hairy puss, even more so, because she was quite slack about her commode, and her pubic hairs were often smelling of stale piss, and her tail gave off aromas, consistent with not being too stringent in wiping after a diddly. The fact that I was attracted by her stinky Department of State, and I guess my dad was n't a lot better ( evidence his drawers with piss-dribble stigma and skid-marks ), goes someway to explaining why I have always enjoyed messing, including the first sentence that we all 3 had a massive bed-messing, smearing, no-holds-barred night of intimate depravity - it was keen, and I did n't need any coaxing to get into it, but took to it like a duck to water or a jade to piddle ! lol
So to those who `` pooh-pooh '' fellowship sex, I say this - IF you enjoy it and it harms no one else, then why not bask it. I did and if I had n't lost my dad to cancer 5 yr ago, and my mother to a warmheartedness onslaught 10 days since, we would still be at it, even now.
This might excuse to anyone who knows me, just why I am a totally amoral, foul loose woman, who likes dirty sex with both men and women, and gets off on being disgusting and degrading, and might explain why I have n't sat on or used a loo for over 20 old age .