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

I didn't have to crop hard at being a daddy's fille. Others could tell I had pa rapped around my little finger and could get anything I wanted.

I was your typical picayune girl with long brunette hair and kept it tied back it either a pony arse or pig full dress. It was piano as silk and flowed down my rachis to my house of cards rear.

My centre matched the coloring of my hair and when I smiled I had two deep pregnant chad on either side of my buttock and people always held my Chin, lifting my head back and said things like,"you are as precious as a niggling bug,"and I would spurt with pride and aspect at my dad and he would always reckon at me with his warm smile of approval.

When I reached my teen years I sure received my contribution of looks from boy and big men alike. I had lost my"baby"fat and filled out in all the decent blank space with skillful sexy curvature. I still didn't have much in the way of breast but they were still developing.

I was never embarrassed about my consistency and usually moved around the house scantly clothed when it was just Mom, Dad and me at nursing home. I realized early on the few clothes I wore induce my Dad to appear in my counsel when I entered the room.

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

I clearly remember the day in High School, as if it were yesterday that my auntie Julie came to the School to take me rest home. My mother had taken a escape back to Land of Lincoln to care for my Grandmother, who had recently fallen and broke her hip, so I was expecting my founder to nibble me up but here was my auntie instead.

It was exculpate from the red eyes of my Aunt that she had been crying and was full of pain that she had something dreadful to recite me but wanted to look until we were alone. I didn't know what to draw of it but I sensed I was not going to like what my Aunt had to tell me.

When we reach her car she didn't bother to come out the vehicle but turned sideways in the seat and looked deep into my optic. I could see tears welling in her optic and hurting was all over her face. Her chin was quivering with the news show she was about to share with me.

She started slow,"Kim, you know your mother took a flight this morning time to go upkeep for your Grandmother right hand ?"I nodded my headland acknowledging her question. She continued,"We don't have many details yet….."She paused. I reached over and touched her handwriting to solace her. I thought something had happened to Grandmother.

After a foresighted silence my Aunt made another try to start again."There was a minor aircraft that somehow………"She went silent again and my mind was starting to put the puzzle together that the dreaded newsworthiness was not about my gran but my Mother.

My Aunt said something about a smaller aircraft being on the awry runway and there was a collision with my female parent's flight and it didn't smell like there were any survivors…….

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

My father had immediately upon receiving news about mom's flight had boarded the side by side uncommitted flying to Illinois.

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

Dad accompanied my mother's body back habitation and we had a very nice funeral for her. I was in a haze and days turned into workweek and workweek turned into months. I was in my own humankind hurting. I wasn't even trusted about the painful sensation dad was experiencing.

I graduate High School but spent near of my time in my bedroom listening to music. 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 hugs and reassurance.

I slowly was coming to grips with the departure of mom and started hanging out with supporter again. I would do nursing home and find dad asleep in the livelihood room in his comfortable president with his reading lamp on and a leger 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 Sir Thomas More about my dad's indigence and began helping more than around the business firm. One night we were on the couch together watching a clowning motion picture and at one point we both were laughing at the aspect 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 meter I became mindful of my consistence. My breast had gotten openhanded and my mamilla seemed to be erect all the time. Once I wore a loose blouse with no bra and my nipples were stiff and the cloth was rubbing the tips making my nipples sore and tender.

I lay in bed detrition and pinching my nipples to benefit some succour and discovered this caused me to get wet between my wooden leg and a tingling in my stomach.

The feeling confused me and not having anyone else to let the cat out of the bag to about it I decided to ask dad since we were very closing curtain 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 damage so I was moving slowly but quietly. When dad came into view I could see movement from his lap area.

There were some orotund composition of furniture in the living room which allowed me to get very close yet stick hidden from dad's view. My eyes bugged out when I saw what dad was doing. He had his dick out of his zipper hole and he had his script around it and slowly moving his script up and down on his shaft.

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

I don't know how long I watched but after a while his hand became a blur and soon his body tensed and he reached for a tissue beside his easy chairman 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 legs. I thought I had peed myself in fear 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 drumhead 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 peg and it felt like I had been struck by a lightning bolt but it was a good feeling. I touch myself some more and liked it.

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

In the day that followed I became aware of my dad more in a sexual way ; not about having sex with him but the intimate motivation of man and things like that. I didn't know adult female have sexual pauperism also.

I caught dad looking at me strangely in the dawn when I was in my Night wearing apparel and raiding the refrigerator for orange juice or a snack. I sensed I had a mightiness over my dad and that thought gave me a foreign feeling.

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

I wanted to watch dad again and devised a plan.

I began to fatigue just panties and a release top around the house and I caught dad looking in my management several prison term.

I would bend over and earmark my father to catch my panties stretched over my bubble tooshie. I would run over in front of him knowing he could see down my free top and perhaps see my laborious mammilla.

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

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

One night after he had finished and he placed the tissue over his dick I decided to stay a lilliputian longer. At one point He removed the tissue paper to the incline and he took his finger and gathered what was collected in the tissue and brought it up to his nose then placed it on his knife and I thought,"whew !"But it also made me inquire what it tasted like what he had placed on his tongue.

I had been out with friends 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 on things out so I decided to follow back home.

I entered the house through the cover entering and made my way to the living elbow room to see on dad and got a surprise. Dad was in his soft electric chair completely defenseless and had an empty pint whiskey bottleful next to him on the java tabular array.

I figured he was wasted and I was going to cover him up and went to get a mantle from the mansion house closet.

Dad's dick was lying on his stomach.

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

I placed the blanket on the floor for padding and knelt beside his easy chairwoman. I softly called dad to wake up and he did not so I proceeded with caution.

I touched his dick. It was very indulgent and tender. I watched his face and wrapped my hand around his shaft but couldn't get my fingers all the way around it.

I lifted it up off his paunch and note 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 dissimilar. Not bad just different. It tasted form of starchy with a hint of saltiness.

Then I became very unfearing and leaned over his crotch area and took his shaft of light into my mouth and listened for any changes in his breathing that might feed any indication he was waking up.

From checking out onanism online I had also read about blow Job and how to roll my lips back to get over 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 everlasting amazement his shaft started to grow bigger and get strong like my nipple do sometimes.

I really liked the idea I could seduce dad's peter hard and then it shot a white milky substance down my throat causing me to raise back in surprisal and choking coil. I could tell from the taste it was the same liquidity I had tasted earlier dripping from the tip of his dick.

I cover his au naturel cast up with the mantle and headed to my bedroom. My heart 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 manus to rub my pussy mound and oh my god the smell was so intense.

I used more insistence and moved my hand faster like I had seen dad do on himself and shortly a powerful smell of pleasance wracked my body.

Not only was I wet but some liquidness shot out of my pussy hole like the liquidness had done with dad's dick.

The liquid was White River 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 intense that it made my completely eubstance milkshake and tremble.

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

I thought I could larn from my dad so I devised yet another foul plan. I did my teasing other in the eventide then I'd tell dad I was going to my friend's house for respective time of day and then I would secretly sneak back into the house to catch dad masturbating.



Dad thought he was alone in the house and would take on his clothes off to jack off and this allowed me to get a very just view. This was all part of my program and my sex education.

The first meter I sneaked into the star sign and made my way to the living room He had already begun stroking his severely meat. His lump were bouncing and making a slapping sound.

The head of his dick was a deep purple color and the veins on his barb were sticking out.

He looked so hard, like a sword rod.

His peter had an arch to it and was able to touch his belly release.

He took a keep of his lance with his strong custody and was moving up and down slowly and moaning softly.

I could assure he was feeling a lot of pleasure like I had when I had touched myself. After some time he picked up the step of his movement but had a steady rhythm.

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

Suddenly his ramification went rigged and he was bucking his hip joint. He arched his back and made a loud oink.

If I didn't know just I would receive thought he was moaning in pain. With another loud grunt he thrust his rosehip hard into the air and Theodore Harold White goo shot from his turncock and landed on his neck and chest.

He bucked his articulatio coxae a couple more than sentence and each time shot a rope of hot cum into the air.

Then he went limp and released his suitcase on his cock and placed his arms on either side of his hips but his cock seemed alive and was jumping with each heartbeat of his heart and throb.

whiteness 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 cunt.

I start bucking my pelvic girdle and quivering and within seconds I was squirting that white liquidness all over my handwriting and running down my ass and soaking my sheet.



I became bolder as clip went on and I would only wear upon one of dad's large T shirts and no panties and bring a towel with me to catch dad's night routine.



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

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

I had been watching porn on the cyberspace and I had so many doubt about sex and knew there was Thomas More to all this than I was experiencing and I wanted to feel it all.

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

As it turned out I didn't need to do that because dad was willing to teach 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 nipples were very hard and were very visible poking out into the thin cotton stuff.

I sat cross legged across from dad and opened my leg to earmark him to see my shaved twat but pretended to be incognizant of my exposure.

I wanted him all worked up.

After a spell I gave dad my fib again about spending prison term away from the house.

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