I grew up on a farm, I was home-schooled, sheltered, and my lonesome friend lived about a 20-minute walk from my house. I spent most of my time doing chores and oeuvre books with my mother. She was not a happy woman ; she was removed and cold most of the meter. I don't know if she was always like that, but she seemed less and less felicitous, the older I got. One yr my mother left us for a unawares sentence. That year was different. My don was drinking a lot, obviously missing my mother. He spent most night by the tv alone, I would nestle with him sometimes to keep him ship's company. I felt lonely too.

One day while he was watching the field hockey secret plan, downing his 7th or 8th beer, he looked sad. So I went to sit on his lap as I had many times in the past. He hadn't shaved in calendar week ; his beard was duncical and stained yellow with beer.

"Hey there, come up to charm a plot with your old man ?"He stroked my long dark-brown hair and smiled.

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

"The team in red."He said. For a minute I had forgotten what I asked. I was very fag out ; it was late and dad was warm and comfortable. I thought about all the chores I needed to do the side by side day.

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

I opened my eyes. The room was dark. The hockey game game was no farseeing on and my daddies head was between my opened stage. I was shaking and it felt really honorable. I realised that I no longer was wearing panties, 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 off a cliff. Something awing was happening to me, something new.

"Shh.. calm, it's alright."He said rustling, then he lowered his psyche 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 dream. I was panting, the dog sound ; it was me.

"Daddy…"I tried to cerebrate of something to say, I felt bad, but honorable. My legs were shaking a trivial, and something was building up, I thought I might pee. His handwriting went under my gown and relate my pass on mammilla, it was very sensitive and I yelped a little when he pinched it.

"pa, something is happening !"I yelled, and tried to pull away. He held my thigh with his former manus and I couldn't move even though I tried with all my might. He held onto my pap and continued to flick me with his tongue. And then I screamed out as my pegleg shook hard. I started crying.

"Daddy, oh…. Why ? Daddy ? !"I bucked with my hips 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 legs all-encompassing open, shaking.

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

He continued to look down at my naked private office, and he lifted his hand off of my leg to come to it again gently. He used his thumb to rub me a short. I looked into his optic in the dark, trying to realise why this was suddenly happening. I could finger that feeling coming back and I was wiggling against his thumb.

"Do you want me to clear you experience good 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 same hr. I felt wetness underneath me like I had peed all over the couch. I was embarrassed, but each time he stopped and asked me If I wanted it again, I never said no. At some decimal point I had fallen asleep, and when I woke up the next sunrise, I was in my own bed.

My first thought had been that it really was a ambition, but when I touched myself down there, it was very wet and slimy. Also, my pantie were missing. I laid still with my hand on my genital organ for a minute, remembering the things daddy made me find. I started to touch on myself like he had. Rubbing the nubbin in the eye until I cried out and began to sway again.

There was nothing else in the Earth like it. That impression was addicting.

My female parent came back a few weeks later. What happened that night never happened again. My daddy never talked about it, so neither did I. But, I will state you that he opened me up to a world filled with orgasm, and even though I now know what he did was incorrectly, I still think about him sometimes while my husband gives me oral sex .