I grew up on a farm, I was home-schooled, sheltered, and my only friend lived about a 20-minute walkway from my sign. I spent most of my fourth dimension doing chores and work books with my mother. She was not a felicitous woman ; she was aloof and cold most of the fourth dimension. I don't know if she was always like that, but she seemed less and less happy, the erstwhile I got. One year my female parent left us for a brusk prison term. That twelvemonth was dissimilar. My begetter was drinking a lot, obviously missing my mother. He spent about dark by the tv alone, I would cuddle with him sometimes to keep him companionship. I felt lonely too.

One day while he was watching the hockey game, downing his 7th or 8th beer, he looked sad. So I went to sit on his lap as I had many multiplication in the yesteryear. He hadn't shaved in workweek ; his byssus was thick and stained yellow with beer.

"Hey there, come to catch a game with your old man ?"He stroked my tenacious dark-brown fuzz and smiled.

"Who's winning ?"I asked and then leaned against his pectus. He hadn't been wearing a shirt, his hairy chest tickled my cheek a piddling. His hand moved from my hair to my hip, he rubbed it a footling ; pushing my already too-short nightie up over my pink cotton pantie. I felt a little shy, but he was just daddy and he couldn't see them from that Angle anyways, so I didn't care.

"The squad in red."He said. For a minute I had forgotten what I asked. I was very tired ; it was late and daddy was affectionate and comfortable. I thought about all the task I needed to do the next day.

"Oh."I said closing my eyes and snuggling into his warm chest. His hand rubbed my hip and thigh as I dosed off. I was dreaming of something overnice ; I can't remember what it was exactly, but I felt nice. I could pick up panting ; like a dog on a hot day somewhere off in the distance. Then I started to experience something diffused and wet in my panties.

I opened my eyes. The way was blue. The ice hockey game was no longer on and my daddies head was between my opened peg. I was shaking and it felt really good. I realised that I no longer was wearing pantie, and I felt like I couldn't breath.

"What are you doing ? ? ! ?"I said alarmed, but I didn't move away. I felt like I was on the edge, about to fall down off a drop. Something amazing was happening to me, something new.

"Shh.. quiet, it's alright."He said whisper, then he lowered his head down to my secret area again and began to lick it again. I relaxed my body and closed my eyes, I tried to tell myself that it was a ambition. I was panting, the dog audio ; it was me.

"Daddy…"I tried to believe of something to say, I felt bad, but honorable. My peg were shaking a little, and something was building up, I thought I might pee. His hand went under my nightie and touched my left-hand nipple, it was very raw and I yelped a little when he pinched it.

"pa, something is happening !"I yelled, and tried to draw in away. He held my second joint with his former hand and I couldn't move even though I tried with all my might. He held onto my nipple and continued to flick me with his tongue. And then I screamed out as my pegleg excite hard. I started crying.

"Daddy, oh…. Why ? Daddy ? !"I bucked with my hip as he sucked on me and licked me for a long time. When he stopped I continued to cry. I laid there on the couch with my pegleg all-encompassing open, shaking.

"I bet you liked that."He said quietly. He sat there at the end of the couch touch my genu with one of his hands. I opened my wet middle, I felt hot, and over overwhelm. I felt shy, and ashamed, but I had also liked it.

He continued to look down at my naked secret role, and he lifted his hand off of my leg to touch it again gently. He used his pollex to rub me a little. I looked into his heart in the dark, trying to understand why this was suddenly happening. I could feel that feeling coming back and I was wiggling against his thumb.

"Do you desire me to score you feel full again ?"He asked, still gently rubbing me. I didn't respond, I was only panting. He leaned forward again to start licking me. It happened all over again for what seemed alike hours. I felt wetness underneath me like I had peed all over the couch. I was embarrassed, but each clock time he stopped and asked me If I wanted it again, I never said no. At some stage I had fallen asleep, and when I woke up the succeeding aurora, I was in my own bed.

My first thought had been that it really was a dream, but when I touched myself down there, it was very wet and slimy. Also, my step-in were missing. I laid still with my hand on my crotch for a minute, remembering the things daddy made me palpate. I started to stir myself like he had. Rubbing the nubbin in the middle until I cried out and began to stir again.

There was nothing else in the world like it. That feeling was addicting.

My female parent came back a few workweek later. What happened that nighttime never happened again. My daddy never talked about it, so neither did I. But, I will tell you that he opened me up to a humankind filled with orgasms, and even though I now know what he did was unseasonable, I still think about him sometimes while my hubby gives me oral examination sex .