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As Greg Mathews watched his small girl, James Madison, as she lapped up the last remnants of her ice-cream, he was certain she had no idea that the reasonableness she thought it tasted dissimilar from common this time was because her daddy had shot his cum into her ice-cream dish before making hers. Her dada had been wanting to feed in his minuscule girl some of his cum directly from his shaft for as long as he could remember, but he also didn't want to shock his beautiful daughter. So he had decided that the dear way to get what he wanted and still not have his little girl pauperization therapy was to sneak his cum into her food. And he promised himself that it would be just this one time.

"Daddy, I don't know what you did different this prison term, but that was delicious ! You need to crap it that way every prison term from now on !"

Now there was no getting out of it for Greg. If he couldn't procreate the ice-cream the same way next metre she wanted it, and every time after that, she or her mother would want to do it exactly what the cream he added was !"It's just my orphic pick sauce. gladiolus you liked it Madison."

Then little Madison, whom hated to be called by any of the usual nick-names for a girlfriend with her epithet, jumped up from the table, put her dish in the washer, and headed for the door."I'm going over to Becky's mansion. I'll be back by dinner time."She hated being called any variation of Mad. She felt it was like being called insane. She was a freckle faced, 5'5"young girl, with flame-red hair and the vigour of a Tasmanian devil. She sort of looked like Vachel Lindsay Lohan back when she was still young and devoid. She knew what she liked, and what she didn't like, and now that she had said she liked the new way her daddy served her ice-cream, he knew she would never settle for any other way, at least not when he makes it. But at least Greg wouldn't need to worry about her female parent finding out. They had been divorced since James Madison was only 4 years old, and she almost never cared what happened when President Madison spent her weekends and half her summertime vacation at Greg's, as long as capital of Wisconsin was happy, and didn't have any complaints.

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Madison couldn't believe it. When she had been watching her front-runner morning program, she had heard her pappa rummaging around in the kitchen. Curious, she had gone to see what he was doing, and when she poked her head around the corner, her daddy was standing at the board with his heart closed, rubbing his member, while he aimed it into one of two ice-cream dishes he had on the board. She had quickly decided to stay obliterate and watch what he was doing, as she had never seen anyone doing what her papa was doing right then, but she was certain it was naughty. And after he stroked his phallus, which had gotten stiff in his hand, for a few minutes he suddenly said"Oh, James Madison. That's a good girl. drink all of daddy's emollient, like a just little girl."Just as his 6 inch cock began to twitch and spit this Patrick White creamy liquid into the dish. She realized that he would probably be opening his middle at any moment, and so quickly decided to hurriedly sneak back to the aliveness room before she was seen.

Her head was doing cartwheels as she wondered what her daddy had been doing to himself in the kitchen. Why was his penis so hard ? What the white hooey that shot out of it was ? Why he shot it into the ice-cream dish ? And, why her cunny felt good story when she saw it. As these thoughts raced through her mind she could hear her pop open and fold the fridge, and it sounded like he was prepping a snack.

Then Madison suddenly remembered what her dad had said just before he shot his white stuff into the knockout. He wanted her to swallow the ‘ pick'that had come from his phallus, and if she did, that would make her his ‘ good footling fille ’. He must be getting a snack for her ready, and adding his cream to it. Well, she was always dada's little girl, and wanted her pop to always see her as a good little girl. So as foreign as it was, she decided then and there that she would do her best to swallow all of daddy's cream. And so, when daddy had called her to the kitchen for a snack, she jumped right up and ran to the kitchen. As she sat in front of her smasher and raised her spoonful, she only hesitated for a moment before saying"Thank you daddy. I'm gon na be a salutary lady friend and eat all my ice-cream."and then diving into the treat. It actually tasted pretty near. It was French Vanilla ice-cream, which was her favourite, and her daddy's ointment actually helped enhance the sapidity. By the end of the dainty, she couldn't understand why her daddy hadn't been giving her his ointment before this. She even made sure to lick the stunner clean of all the melted cream, as well as her papa's cream.
She decided right then that she would ask her upright friend, Becky, if she was a good petty lady friend for her pop, like President Madison was, and swallowed her daddy's emollient. She had already been planning to spend the day at Becky's house, and was set to go even before breakfast and her morn appearance had started. So after finishing her pop's creamy goody, she thanked her dad, took precaution of the dish, and quickly excused herself. As James Madison walked to Becky's front door, she couldn't believe that she had never had her daddy's delicious cream before this morning.

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Part 2

Becky was in the center of her morning turn. She did the same thing every morning for as long as she could recall. First, she would dart out of her bed, still naked as a jay doll, and make a bee contrast for the bathroom to empty her bladder. Then she would tip toe to her parent's door, and see if her parents were still asleep. They almost always were. She knew they slept nude too, and it wasn't odd in her nursing home for her to see them both naked, or for them to see her naked for that matter. first gear she noted with a smile that her daddy once again had ‘ morn forest ’, and she could see it tenting the bed sheet. Her mommy had told her once that almost men would wake up to obtain they were all buckram, and that a lucky female could try to get there before he awoke to try to accept some fun with it.

When she was younger, she would go to mommy's side of the bed and arouse her first, and ask if she could join them in bed. Her mama always smiled and said she could. Then would remark her husband's term and say"Well I'm not going to let this go to waste. Want to watch mummy wake up pappa ?"and Becky would always giggle and nod her question. Then she would watch her mommy pull the sheet down and start to go down on on daddy's ‘ sunrise woods ’. Inevitably her daddy would rouse up with a big smile on his face and hold her mommy's hair to insure her speed as she bobbed up and down on his slam. When he eventually opened his eyes, and would see Becky sitting there watching, he would almost automatically shoot his creamy goo into mommy's back talk.

When Becky got a little older, her mammy asked her if she wanted to facilitate her wake up pa for the first time. With tidal bore exuberance, she had fallowed her mommy's instructions and licked all along the shaft for her while she used her tongue to tickle the head. That day was the get-go time she got to see the creamy goo fly right out of her dada's ‘ morning wood'and cover both her and her mama's faces and spit. It was her favorite treat after that.

Now though, she would often find herself racing to get to her pop's ‘ morning woodwind instrument'before her mommy. She recently learned she could get her daddy's lance all the way to her tonsils before needing to stop, but her daddy's shaft would only be a little way into her oral cavity before she had to use her hired hand to rub the eternal rest and get her pappa's cream. Then her mum taught her to try to squeeze her daddy's rooster, as her mommy had started calling it, past her tonsils and into her throat. But even now, she couldn't take it very deep unless she lay on her back and let her daddy pump his hips to drive it into her. But she always made her daddy promise that when he did that, he would rend back so the headspring rested at her lip before he shot his emollient, because she wanted to savour every drop.

Today, Becky had just gotten a back talk to the full of her daddy's emollient and had thanked him with a mickle on the cheek. Then as she darted out of the room she said,"James Madison is supposed to occur over this first light so I better get ready. ”, and grabbed a towel before heading to the bath for a exhibitor. Her dad then turned to mommy who had been masturbating while she watched her husband throat fuck their little girl, and said,"I'm the luckiest man on the planet. I have a beautiful married woman, and an equally beautiful daughter, and they both love to awaken me up by sucking my cock till I fill their back talk with my cum. How did I get so favorable as to have a wife that was turned on by the thought of teaching our daughter to want her daddy's cum ?"

"wellspring, it helps that you decided to wed me even after you found out that I enjoyed sucking my dad's cum from his peter every opportunity I got. And I'm not going to deny my daughter something I enjoyed so very much as a young girl."

Richard then moved his turncock into posture and gave his wife Marie a thorough fuck, before they both got up and make for their daughter's friend to come over for her visit.

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