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

I didn't have to mold hard at being a daddy's girl. Others could secern I had daddy rapped around my little digit and could get anything I wanted.

I was your typical piddling fille with long brunette tomentum and kept it tied back it either a crib tail or pig tails. It was lenient as silk and flowed down my vertebral column to my bubble butt joint.

My eyes matched the color of my hair and when I smiled I had two deeply dimples on either side of meat of my cheeks and people always held my chin, lifting my head back and said things like,"you are as precious as a fiddling bug,"and I would gush with pride and look at my dad and he would always look at me with his warm grin of approval.

When I reached my stripling years I sure received my portion of smell from boys and grown men alike. I had lost my"sister"fat and filled out in all the right places with prissy aphrodisiac 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 few clothes I wore caused my Dad to look in my focal point when I entered the way.

I was close to my mother and we had a heavy mother-daughter relationship and multitude were always saying I was the younger variation of my female parent because I took after her with flavor and having a standardized soundbox build.

I clearly remember the day in High schooltime, as if it were yesterday that my aunty Julie came to the School to lease me nursing home. My female parent had taken a flight back to Illinois to care for my Grandmother, who had recently fallen and broke her hip, so I was expecting my father to break up me up but here was my aunty instead.

It was crystallise from the red eyes of my aunt that she had been crying and was full of pain that she had something dreadful to recount me but wanted to wait until we were alone. I didn't know what to make believe 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 pain in the ass to start the fomite but turned sideways in the derriere and looked deep into my eyes. I could see tears welling in her eyes and pain was all over her nerve. Her chin was quivering with the news she was about to portion with me.

She started slow,"Kim, you know your mother took a trajectory this aurora to go charge for your nanna right ?"I nodded my pass acknowledging her inquiry. She continued,"We don't have many details yet….."She paused. I reached over and touched her hand to console her. I thought something had happened to nanna.

After a long secrecy my Aunt made another endeavour to come out again."There was a belittled aircraft that somehow………"She went silent again and my mind was starting to put the puzzle together that the dreaded news was not about my Grandmother but my mother.

My Aunt said something about a smaller aircraft being on the amiss runway and there was a collision with my mother's escape and it didn't look like there were any survivors…….

I felt my auricle go hot. My drumhead began throbbing and I don't retrieve much more after that which was said.

My father had immediately upon receiving news show about mom's flight had boarded the next available flight to Illinois.

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

Dad accompanied my mother's consistence back home plate and we had a very overnice funeral for her. I was in a daze and days turned into hebdomad and calendar week turned into calendar month. I was in my own world hurting. I wasn't even certain about the hurting dad was experiencing.

I graduate High schoolhouse but spent most of my time in my chamber listening to music. Dad checked on me from clip to time and we would sit and talk and he would restrain me. I will always be grateful to him for that sentence I needed squeeze and reassurance.

I slowly was coming to grips with the loss of mom and started hanging out with friends again. I would get menage and come up dad asleep in the support way in his slowly chair with his reading lamp on and a Holy Scripture in his lap along with his glasses. I guess he didn't want to go to his own bedchamber that held memory board for him.

I found myself starting to retrieve more than about my dad's motivation and began helping more around the house. One nighttime we were on the couch together watching a comedy movie and at one point 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 pratfall in the sex section and was really primitive. I had heard girlfriend talk sure but I really didn't know how it all worked.

It was around this clip I became mindful of my torso. My boob had gotten bigger and my nipples seemed to be raise all the time. Once I wore a loose blouse with no bra and my teat were stiff and the textile was rubbing the bakshish making my tit sore and tender.

I lay in bed rubbing and pinching my pap to derive some respite and discovered this caused me to get wet between my branch and a tingling in my tum.

The look confused me and not having anyone else to spill the beans to about it I decided to ask dad since we were very near 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 wrong so I was moving slowly but quietly. When dad came into view I could see crusade from his lap area.

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

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

I don't know how farsighted I watched but after a while his bridge player became a blur and soon his body tensed and he reached for a tissue beside his tardily electric chair and placed the tissue over his affair and his dead 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 peg. I thought I had peed myself in reverence of getting caught but this was different ; the wetness was whitish and gummy so I knew this wasn't pee but I was also unsure what it was. I cleaned up and lay back in bed, my point 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 stage and it felt like I had been struck by a lightning bolt but it was a safe feeling. I touch myself some more and wish it.

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

In the days 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 thing like that. I didn't know cleaning woman have intimate pauperization also.

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

I went online and translate about masturbation of men and womanhood and understood about the wetness between my legs.

I wanted to watch dad again and devised a plan.

I began to wear just panties and a relax top around the house and I caught dad looking in my counselling several times.

I would bend over and let my Father of the Church to view my panties stretched over my bubble butt. I would lean over in front of him knowing he could see down my loose top and perhaps see my tough nipples.

I did this up until it was bed time. I would look about 30 mo after I told dad I was headed to bed and sneak out to the life room.

My programme 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 humanness through the zipper hole.

One dark after he had finished and he placed the tissue over his dick I decided to appease a small long. At one percentage point He removed the tissue to the side of meat and he took his finger and gathered what was collected in the tissue and brought it up to his intrude then placed it on his tongue and I thought,"whew !"But it also made me marvel what it tasted like what he had placed on his tongue.

I had been out with acquaintance and told dad I would be sleeping over at her firm but she had a competitiveness with her young man 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 animation room to check on dad and got a surprise. Dad was in his gentle electric chair completely raw and had an empty pint whiskey bottle next to him on the coffee table.

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

Dad's dick 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 guide reward of dad's drunkenness.

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

I touched his cock. It was very indulgent and warm. I watched his boldness and wrapped my manus around his shaft but couldn't get my fingers all the way around it.

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

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

Then I became very intrepid and leaned over his crotch area and took his peter into my lip and listened for any modification in his breathing that might present any indication he was waking up.

From checking out onanism online I had also read about blow line and how to roll my lip back to cover my dentition so it wouldn't hurt a guy's tool. So I began to moving his dick in and out of my lip and sucking and to my verbalize amazement his shaft started to grow fully grown and get tough like my teat do sometimes.

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

I cover his naked form up with the blanket and headed to my bedchamber. My heart was racing and the wetness between my wooden leg was like a ass river.



I started touching my nipples and I felt that tingling between my legs so I used my free hand to rub my pussy cumulation and oh my god the feeling was so vivid.

I used more pressure and moved my paw faster like I had seen dad do on himself and shortly a powerful feeling of pleasure wracked my body.

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

The liquid was white and creamy like daddy but mine was more like weewee than dense goo but I concluded whatever had happen to dad just happened to me and it was so intense that it made my whole torso shake and tremble.

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

I thought I could memorise from my dad so I devised yet another wicked plan. I did my teasing early on in the evening then I'd tell dad I was going to my champion's house for several time of day and then I would secretly nobble back into the menage to see dad masturbating.



Dad thought he was alone in the sign and would take his apparel off to masturbate and this allowed me to get a very good view. This was all part of my plan and my sex education.

The first off meter I sneaked into the house and made my way to the living way He had already begun stroking his intemperate center. His balls were bouncing and making a slapping sound.

The brain of his shaft was a mysterious purple colour and the veins on his shaft were sticking out.

He looked so hard, like a steel rod.

His dick had an arch to it and was able-bodied to touch his belly release.

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

I could recite he was feeling a lot of pleasure like I had when I had touched myself. After some sentence he picked up the pace of his bm but had a steady rhythm.

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

Suddenly his legs went rigged and he was bucking his hips. He arched his binding and made a loud grunt.

If I didn't know better I would give thought he was moaning in annoyance. With another loud grunt he thrust his hip joint hard into the air and ovalbumin goo crack from his dick and landed on his neck and chest.

He bucked his pelvis a couple more times and each time shot a rophy of hot cum into the air.

Then he went limp and released his handle on his cock and placed his munition on either side of his rose hip but his cock seemed alive and was jumping with each beat of his heart and throbbing.

White goo continued to ooze from the tip of his pecker. 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 apparel and crawled onto my bed and began to rub my drenched pussy.

I start bucking my pelvis and quivering and within seconds I was squirting that ashen liquid all over my manus and running down my ass and soaking my sheet.



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



I would observe dad stroke his hot stopcock while I rubbed my cunt. I got so good at it I could metre my climax with his.

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

I had been watching porn on the internet and I had so many dubiousness about sex and knew there was Sir Thomas More to all this than I was experiencing and I wanted to experience it all.

I decided to probability the losing my show of dad masturbating to learning More by pretending to catch dad doing the dirty act and have that over his head as leverage to get what I needed.

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

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

I came into the Same elbow room my dad was in wearing only my big T shirt and cypher underneath. My pap were very backbreaking and were very seeable poking out into the tenuous cotton fiber material.

I sat crisscross legged across from dad and opened my leg to allow him to see my shaved twat but pretended to be unaware of my exposure.

I wanted him all worked up.

After a piece I gave dad my story again about outgo fourth dimension away from the house.

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