I have always been a pa's girl. Even at a very young age I would sit on my papa's lap and want to be the meat of his attention.

I didn't have to work out hard at being a daddy's little girl. Others could recite I had daddy rapped around my picayune fingerbreadth and could get anything I wanted.

I was your typical little girl with prospicient brunette hair and kept it tied back it either a jigger rump or pig tails. It was voiced as silk and flowed down my backrest to my ripple butt end.

My eyes matched the color of my whisker and when I smiled I had two deep dimple on either side of my cheeks and citizenry always held my Chin, lifting my chief back and said affair like,"you are as cunning as a fiddling bug,"and I would gush with pridefulness and flavor at my dad and he would always search at me with his warm grin of approval.

When I reached my teen years I sure received my portion of looks from boys and grown men alike. I had lost my"infant"fat and filled out in all the right plaza with Nice aphrodisiacal curve ball. I still didn't have much in the way of pinhead but they were still developing.

I was never embarrassed about my consistency and usually moved around the menage scantly clothed when it was just Mom, Dad and me at home. I realized early on the few dress I wore stimulate my Dad to count in my instruction when I entered the room.

I was close to my female parent and we had a great mother-daughter human relationship and people were always saying I was the immature version of my mother because I took after her with looks and having a exchangeable body build.

I clearly remember the day in High School, as if it were yesterday that my Aunt Julie came to the school to shoot me rest home. My mother had taken a flight of steps back to Illinois to wish for my Grandmother, who had recently fallen and broke her hip, so I was expecting my father to nibble me up but here was my Aunt instead.

It was clear from the red eyes of my aunty that she had been crying and was entire of pain that she had something dreadful to order me but wanted to wait until we were alone. I didn't know what to hold of it but I sensed I was not going to care what my Aunt had to tell me.

When we reach her car she didn't annoyance to take up the fomite but turned sideways in the seat and looked deep into my eyes. I could see rent welling in her optic and pain was all over her face. Her chin was quivering with the newsworthiness she was about to part with me.

She started dense,"Kim, you know your female parent took a flight this daybreak to go forethought for your Grandmother right ?"I nodded my forefront acknowledging her interrogative. She continued,"We don't have many contingent yet….."She paused. I reached over and touched her hand to comfort her. I thought something had happened to Grandmother.

After a longsighted secrecy my aunty made another effort to pop again."There was a smaller aircraft that somehow………"She went silent again and my head was starting to put the puzzle together that the dreaded news was not about my Grandmother but my mother.

My aunty said something about a minor aircraft being on the damage runway and there was a collision with my mother's flight 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 had immediately upon receiving newsworthiness about mom's escape had boarded the next available flight to Illinois.

I remained in my room crying and praying that this was all a bad dream and I would soon rouse up.

Dad accompanied my mother's consistence back base and we had a very nice funeral for her. I was in a daze and days turned into hebdomad and hebdomad turned into months. I was in my own world hurting. I wasn't even certainly about the bother dad was experiencing.

I graduate highschool School but spent most of my time in my bedchamber listening to music. Dad checked on me from sentence to time and we would sit and talk and he would hold in me. I will always be grateful to him for that clock time I needed hugs and reassurance.

I slowly was coming to grip with the loss of mom and started hanging out with friends again. I would come home and find dad asleep in the living room in his easy electric chair with his reading lamp on and a book in his lap along with his eyeglasses. I guess he didn't want to go to his own sleeping accommodation that held memories for him.

I found myself starting to retrieve more than about my dad's motive and began helping more around the house. One Nox we were on the frame together watching a comedy movie and at one stage we both were laughing at the scene 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 girl talk sure but I really didn't know how it all worked.

It was around this time I became aware of my consistency. My bosom had gotten bigger and my nipples seemed to be raise all the time. Once I wore a loose blouse with no bra and my nipples were stiff and the material was rubbing the tip making my nipples sore and tender.

I lay in bed friction and pinching my nipples to gain some relief and discovered this caused me to get wet between my legs and a tingling in my stomach.

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

As I made my way into the life way I could see the glow from dad's reading lamp and thought I heard him moaning softly. I thought something was amiss so I was moving slowly but quietly. When dad came into view I could see bowel movement from his lap region.

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

I know it was faulty and I should induce given him privacy and gone back to my room but I couldn't help myself this was the outset fourth dimension I had seen a guy's matter and to see anyone masturbate.

I don't know how long I watched but after a while his hired hand became a blur and soon his body tensed and he reached for a tissue paper beside his easy professorship and placed the tissue over his thing and his body relaxed so I made my way back to my bedroom.

I lay in bed thinking about what I had seen and then became aware how wet I was between my wooden leg. I thought I had peed myself in veneration of getting caught but this was different ; the wetness was milky and sticky so I knew this wasn't pee but I was also incertain what it was. I cleaned up and lay back in bed, my head 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 hell !"I touched myself between my legs and it felt like I had been struck by a lightning bolt but it was a good feeling. I touch myself some more and wish it.

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

In the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. that followed I became aware of my dad more in a intimate way ; not about having sex with him but the sexual pauperization of man and things like that. I didn't know women have intimate needs also.

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

I went online and show about masturbation of men and women and understood about the wetness between my legs.

I wanted to see dad again and devised a plan.

I began to wear just step-in and a on the loose top around the house and I caught dad looking in my direction respective times.

I would bend over and set aside my father to view my panty stretched over my bubble butt. I would lean over in social movement of him knowing he could see down my open top and perhaps see my hard nipple.

I did this up until it was bed time. I would wait about 30 minutes after I told dad I was headed to bed and sneak out to the living room.

My plan worked I caught him masturbating almost every night about the same time but it was disappointing because I couldn't see much because he kept his pants on and brought his manhood through the zip hole.

One Nox after he had finished and he placed the tissue over his tool I decided to stay a short longsighted. At one point He removed the tissue paper to the side and he took his digit and gathered what was collected in the tissue and brought it up to his nuzzle 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 champion and told dad I would be sleeping over at her menage but she had a battle with her boyfriend and the two was trying to work thing out so I decided to come back home.

I entered the house through the back entrance and made my way to the livelihood elbow room to check on dad and got a surprisal. Dad was in his easy death chair completely naked and had an empty-bellied pint whiskey bottleful adjacent to him on the coffee table.

I figured he was wasted and I was going to cross him up and went to get a blanket from the lobby closet.

Dad's dick was lying on his tummy.

I thought I might not ever again get to see a shaft up close and personal again so I was going to consider vantage of dad's drunkenness.

I placed the blanket on the base for padding and knelt beside his easy electric chair. I softly called dad to wake up and he did not so I proceeded with care.

I touched his pecker. It was very soft and warm. I watched his grimace and wrapped my bridge player around his scape but couldn't get my fingers all the way around it.

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

It tasted different. Not bad just different. It tasted sort of starchy with a hint of coarseness.

Then I became very brave and leaned over his genitalia area and took his irradiation into my back talk and listened for any alteration in his ventilation that might give any denotation he was waking up.

From checking out masturbation online I had also read about puff occupation and how to roll my rim back to report my teeth so it wouldn't hurt a guy's dick. So I began to moving his peter in and out of my mouth and sucking and to my talk amazement his shaft started to mature enceinte and get surd like my tit do sometimes.

I really liked the melodic theme I could make dad's dick hard and then it shot a 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 bare form up with the cover and headed to my bedroom. My mettle was racing and the wetness between my legs was like a fucking river.



I started touching my teat and I felt that tingling between my legs so I used my free hand to rub my pussy mound and oh my god the spirit was so intense.

I used more pressing and moved my deal faster like I had seen dad do on himself and shortly a powerful spirit of joy wracked my body.

Not only was I wet but some liquid shot out of my slit hole like the liquid had done with dad's hawkshaw.

The liquid was white and creamy like dads but mine was more like water than thick goo but I concluded whatever had happen to dad just happened to me and it was so vivid that it made my whole body handclasp 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 wicked program. I did my teasing early in the eventide then I'd William Tell dad I was going to my booster's house for several hours and then I would secretly sneak back into the house to enchant dad masturbating.



Dad thought he was alone in the house and would take his wearing apparel off to masturbate and this allowed me to get a very in effect sentiment. This was all region of my design and my sex education.

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

The head word of his dick was a deep purple color and the vena on his jibe were sticking out.

He looked so hard, like a blade rod.

His peter had an archway to it and was capable to touch his belly push button.

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

I could tell apart he was feeling a lot of delight like I had when I had touched myself. After some meter he picked up the stride of his movement but had a stabilize rhythm.

I knew he was close when his hand movement became a blur.

Suddenly his stage went rigged and he was bucking his hips. He arched his back and made a loudly oink.

If I didn't know respectable I would consume thought he was moaning in pain. With another loud grunt he thrust his hips hard into the air and livid goo shot from his cock and landed on his cervix and chest.

He bucked his hip joint a span Sir Thomas More sentence and each clip shot a forget me drug of hot cum into the air.

Then he went limp and released his bobby pin on his cock and placed his arms on either face of his hips but his cock seemed live and was jumping with each heartbeat of his heart and throbbing.

albumen goo continued to ooze from the tip of his tool. Then he reached for tissue and I put together what the tissue paper 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 cunt.

I start bucking my rosehip and quivering and within secondment I was squirting that albumen liquid all over my manus and running down my ass and soaking my sheet.



I became bolder as sentence went on and I would only wear one of dad's bombastic T shirts and no panties and land a towel with me to observe dad's Nox routine.



I would watch dad stroke his hot cock while I rubbed my pussy. I got so good at it I could clock time my climax with his.

A pair times I accidentally made a randomness but luckily dad couldn't hear me over his own grunting.

I had been watching porn on the net and I had so many questions about sex and knew there was More to all this than I was experiencing and I wanted to have it all.

I decided to chance the losing my appearance of dad masturbating to learning Sir Thomas More by pretending to catch dad doing the dirty act and have that over his head as leveraging to get what I needed.

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

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

I came into the Lapp room my dad was in wearing only my big T shirt and naught underneath. My nipples were very hard and were very visible poking out into the thinly cotton material.

I sat hybridizing legged across from dad and opened my leg to allow him to see my plane pussy but pretended to be unaware of my picture.

I wanted him all worked up.

After a while I gave dad my story again about spending clock time away from the mansion.

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