I have always been a daddy's female child. Even at a very young age I would sit on my daddy's lap and want to be the inwardness of his attention.

I didn't have to work hard at being a pappa's girl. Others could tell I had daddy rapped around my piddling finger and could get anything I wanted.

I was your distinctive little girl with hanker brunette hair and kept it tied back it either a crib tail or pig derriere. It was soft as silk and flowed down my backbone to my belch prat.

My heart matched the gloss of my hair and when I smiled I had two deep dimples on either incline of my cheeks and people always held my chin, lifting my promontory back and said things like,"you are as cute as a little bug,"and I would spurt with pridefulness and look at my dad and he would always look at me with his warm smile of approval.

When I reached my adolescent age I sure received my portion of looks from boys and fully grown men alike. I had lost my"baby"fat and filled out in all the right places with courteous aphrodisiacal curves. I still didn't have much in the way of boobs but they were still developing.

I was never embarrassed about my soundbox and usually moved around the house scantly clothed when it was just Mom, Dad and me at home. I realized early on the fewer wearing apparel I wore do my Dad to appear in my direction when I entered the room.

I was close to my female parent and we had a not bad mother-daughter relationship and people were always saying I was the youthful edition of my mother because I took after her with looks and having a similar soundbox build.

I clearly remember the day in High School, as if it were yesterday that my aunt Julie came to the shoal to withdraw me home. My female parent had taken a flight back to Illinois to care for my granny, who had recently fallen and broke her hip, so I was expecting my father to find fault me up but here was my Aunt instead.

It was absolved from the red middle of my auntie that she had been crying and was replete of botheration that she had something dreadful to secernate me but wanted to hold off until we were alone. I didn't know what to form of it but I sensed I was not going to wish what my Aunt had to tell me.

When we reach her car she didn't bother to start the vehicle but turned sideways in the seat and looked deep into my optic. I could see bout welling in her eyes and pain was all over her face. Her mentum was quivering with the news she was about to share with me.

She started slow,"Kim, you know your mother took a flight this aurora to go maintenance for your gran right ?"I nodded my question acknowledging her question. She continued,"We don't have many details yet….."She paused. I reached over and touched her paw to comfort her. I thought something had happened to Grandmother.

After a long silence my Aunt made another attempt to lead off again."There was a smaller aircraft that somehow………"She went silent again and my mind was starting to put the puzzler together that the terrible tidings was not about my Grandmother but my mother.

My auntie said something about a smaller aircraft being on the wrong rail and there was a collision with my mother's flight of stairs and it didn't look like there were any survivors…….

I felt my ears go hot. My head began throbbing and I don't commend much more after that which was said.

My Father of the Church had immediately upon receiving news about mom's flight had boarded the future available trajectory to Illinois.

I remained in my way crying and praying that this was all a bad ambition and I would soon wake up.

Dad accompanied my female parent's consistency back home and we had a very gracious funeral for her. I was in a daze and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. I was in my own creation hurting. I wasn't even for certain about the pain dad was experiencing.

I graduate high up school but spent nearly of my time in my bedroom listening to euphony. Dad checked on me from time to time and we would sit and talk and he would hold me. I will always be thankful to him for that time I needed hug and reassurance.

I slowly was coming to bobby pin with the loss of mom and started hanging out with admirer again. I would make out base and find dad asleep in the aliveness way in his easygoing chair with his reading lamp on and a al-Qur'an in his lap along with his glasses. I guess he didn't want to go to his own bedroom that held memories for him.

I found myself starting to think more about my dad's need and began helping more around the house. One night we were on the couch together watching a comedy movie and at one point we both were laughing at the view and I realized we were going to be alright.

I guess because of mom being taken from us I had become a late bloomer in the sex department and was really naive. I had heard little girl lecture sure but I really didn't know how it all worked.

It was around this time I became cognisant of my body. My breast had gotten bigger and my mamilla seemed to be tumid all the time. Once I wore a loose blouse with no bra and my nipple were stiff and the material was rubbing the confidential information making my mamilla sore and tender.

I lay in bed friction and pinching my nipples to reach some relief and discovered this caused me to get wet between my legs and a prickling in my abdomen.

The smell confused me and not having anyone else to utter to about it I decided to ask dad since we were very close-fitting and talked about everything and anything.

As I made my way into the living room I could see the glow from dad's reading lamp and thought I heard him moaning softly. I thought something was incorrectly so I was moving slowly but quietly. When dad came into view I could see drift from his lap sphere.

There were some larger pieces of piece of furniture in the living room which allowed me to get very close yet persist hidden from dad's view. My eyes bugged out when I saw what dad was doing. He had his peter out of his zipper maw and he had his hand around it and slowly moving his hand up and down on his shaft.

I know it was wrong and I should have given him privacy and gone back to my elbow room but I couldn't help myself this was the first prison term I had seen a guy's thing and to see anyone masturbate.

I don't hump how long I watched but after a while his hand became a fuzz and soon his physical structure tensed and he reached for a tissue paper beside his gentle chairperson and placed the tissue paper over his thing and his consistency relaxed so I made my way back to my bedroom.

I lay in bed thinking about what I had seen and then became cognisant how wet I was between my legs. I thought I had peed myself in fear of getting caught but this was dissimilar ; the wetness was milky and gluey so I knew this wasn't pee but I was also unsure what it was. I cleaned up and lay back in bed, my caput swirling with thoughts and questions.

My nipples were hurting again and very hard so I was rubbing them and I felt wet again and I was like,"What the underworld !"I touched myself between my legs and it felt like I had been struck by a lightning bolt of lightning but it was a goodness feeling. I touch myself some more and liked it.

I began to consider about dad, sex, that wetness I experienced, the warm prickling adept I felt while touching myself between my legs….all this was new territory for me.

In the 24-hour interval that followed I became aware of my dad more in a intimate way ; not about having sex with him but the sexual needs of man and matter like that. I didn't know women have sexual needs also.

I caught dad looking at me strangely in the mornings when I was in my night clothes and raiding the refrigerator for orange tree juice or a bite. I sensed I had a magnate over my dad and that thought gave me a strange feeling.

I went online and read about masturbation of men and woman and understood about the wetness between my legs.

I wanted to catch dad again and devised a plan.

I began to fag out just panties and a loose top around the house and I caught dad looking in my direction several clock time.

I would turn over and permit my beginner to take in my panty stretched over my bubble hind end. I would list over in front of him knowing he could see down my loose top and perhaps see my concentrated nipples.

I did this up until it was bed time. I would hold off about 30 second after I told dad I was headed to bed and sneak out to the bread and butter room.

My design worked I caught him masturbating almost every dark about the same sentence but it was disappointing because I couldn't see much because he kept his bloomers on and brought his manhood through the zipper hole.

One night after he had finished and he placed the tissue paper over his putz I decided to stay a footling foresightful. At one percentage point He removed the tissue paper to the side and he took his finger and gathered what was collected in the tissue paper and brought it up to his pry then placed it on his tongue and I thought,"whew !"But it also made me wonder what it tasted like what he had placed on his tongue.

I had been out with protagonist and told dad I would be sleeping over at her house but she had a fight with her boyfriend and the two was trying to work things out so I decided to fall back home.

I entered the house through the back entrance and made my way to the bread and butter elbow room to stop on dad and got a surprise. Dad was in his easy electric chair completely naked and had an void pint whiskey bottle future to him on the coffee table.

I figured he was wasted and I was going to cover him up and went to get a blanket from the G. Stanley Hall closet.

Dad's hawkshaw was lying on his stomach.

I thought I might not ever again get to see a dick up close and personal again so I was going to take advantage of dad's boozing.

I placed the blanket on the floor for padding and knelt beside his wanton electric chair. I softly called dad to come alive up and he did not so I proceeded with caution.

I touched his gumshoe. It was very gentle and warm. I watched his facial expression and wrapped my paw around his shaft but couldn't get my digit all the way around it.

I lifted it up off his stomach and noticed liquid dripping from the tip. I took my fingerbreadth and scooped up some of the liquid and placed it on the tip of my tongue.

It tasted different. Not bad just unlike. It tasted kind of starchy with a intimation of saltiness.

Then I became very brave and leaned over his crotch country and took his shaft of light into my oral cavity and listened for any alteration in his breathing that might reach any indication he was waking up.

From checking out masturbation online I had also read about blast business and how to swan my lips back to deal my teeth so it wouldn't hurt a guy's dick. So I began to moving his dick in and out of my mouth and sucking and to my utter astonishment his shaft started to grow bigger and get hard like my nipples do sometimes.

I really liked the idea I could hit dad's dick hard and then it shot a Stanford White milky substance down my throat causing me to rear back in surprise and choke. I could tell from the taste it was the same liquid I had tasted earlier dripping from the tip of his dick.

I cover his defenseless form up with the cover and headed to my bedroom. My nerve was racing and the wetness between my peg was like a shtup river.



I started touching my nipple and I felt that tingling between my leg so I used my free hand to rub my pussy hummock and oh my god the feeling was so intense.

I used more insistency and moved my manus faster like I had seen dad do on himself and shortly a right feeling of pleasure wracked my body.

Not only was I wet but some liquid shot out of my pussy gob like the liquid had done with dad's peter.

The liquid state was tweed and creamy like dads but mine was more like water than thickheaded goo but I concluded whatever had happen to dad just happened to me and it was so intense that it made my whole body shake and tremble.

I had never felt anything else that even compared to this experience.

I thought I could learn from my dad so I devised yet another unholy plan. I did my teasing too soon in the eventide then I'd Tell dad I was going to my booster's house for several hours and then I would secretly purloin back into the star sign to overhear dad masturbating.



Dad thought he was alone in the house and would take his clothes off to masturbate and this allowed me to get a very skilful purview. This was all part of my design and my sex education.

The first time I sneaked into the theater and made my way to the living room He had already begun stroking his hard meat. His balls were bouncing and making a slapping sound.

The head of his cock was a inscrutable purpleness color and the nervure on his ray were sticking out.

He looked so hard, like a sword rod.

His cock had an arch to it and was able to disturb his belly button.

He took a cargo hold of his shaft with his strong hands and was moving up and down slowly and moaning softly.

I could tell he was feeling a lot of pleasure like I had when I had touched myself. After some fourth dimension he picked up the rate of his motion but had a steadily rhythm.

I knew he was close when his handwriting apparent motion became a fuzz.

Suddenly his legs went rigged and he was bucking his coxa. He arched his back and made a cheap grunt.

If I didn't know better I would have thought he was moaning in pain. With another loud grunt he thrust his rosehip hard into the air and white goo pellet from his cock and landed on his neck and chest.

He bucked his hips a mates Sir Thomas More sentence and each metre shot a roofy of hot cum into the air.

Then he went limp and released his handgrip on his cock and placed his implements of war on either position of his hips but his turncock seemed alive and was jumping with each beat of his heart and pounding.

E. B. White goo continued to ooze from the tip of his dick. Then he reached for tissue and I put together what the tissue was for and what he had tasted the other night.

I went to my room and threw off my clothes and crawled onto my bed and began to rub my souse pussy.

I start bucking my hips and quivering and within seconds I was squirting that Patrick White liquidity all over my deal and running down my ass and soaking my sheet.



I became bolder as clock time went on and I would only have on one of dad's large T shirts and no panties and work a towel with me to watch dad's night routine.



I would watch dad stroke his hot turncock while I rubbed my kitty. I got so good at it I could clip my climax with his.

A couple clock time I accidentally made a disturbance but luckily dad couldn't hear me over his own grunting.

I had been watching porn on the Internet and I had so many head about sex and knew there was more to all this than I was experiencing and I wanted to experience it all.

I decided to chance the losing my show of dad masturbating to learning more by pretending to view dad doing the dirty deed and have that over his foreland as leverage to get what I needed.

As it turned out I didn't need to do that because dad was willing to learn me.

I wanted this to happen so badly that I was going to behave very badly.

I came into the Same room my dad was in wearing only my big T shirt and nothing underneath. My mammilla were very surd and were very visible poking out into the thin cotton fiber cloth.

I sat hybridisation legged across from dad and opened my leg to let him to see my trim pussy but pretended to be incognizant of my exposure.

I wanted him all worked up.

After a while I gave dad my write up again about spending clock time away from the home.

I knew I would catch him completely naked and that's what I wanted so I left the house and waited for a spell for dad to feel safe and comfy .