I grew up on a farm, I was home-schooled, sheltered, and my only friend lived about a 20-minute walk from my house. I spent well-nigh of my time doing chore and work Koran with my mother. She was not a felicitous char ; she was removed and cold most of the sentence. I don't know if she was always like that, but she seemed less and less happy, the previous I got. One year my mother left us for a short meter. That year was dissimilar. My Father was drinking a lot, obviously missing my mother. He spent well-nigh nights by the tv alone, I would draw close with him sometimes to hold on him company. 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 times in the past. He hadn't shaved in hebdomad ; his whiskers was thick and stained yellow with beer.

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

"Who's winning ?"I asked and then leaned against his pectus. He hadn't been wearing a shirt, his hirsute chest tickled my impudence a little. His hand moved from my hair to my hip, he rubbed it a short ; pushing my already too-short gown up over my pink cotton step-in. 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 team in red."He said. For a arcminute I had forgotten what I asked. I was very sap ; it was late and pop was warm and well-heeled. I thought about all the chores I needed to do the next day.

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

I opened my centre. The room was dark. The hockey plot was no farsighted on and my daddies head was between my opened wooden leg. I was shaking and it felt really expert. 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 awful was happening to me, something new.

"Shh.. quiet, it's alright."He said whispering, then he lowered his head down to my private area again and began to lick it again. I relaxed my soundbox and closed my eyes, I tried to distinguish myself that it was a aspiration. I was panting, the dog phone ; it was me.

"Daddy…"I tried to think of something to say, I felt bad, but good. My pegleg were shaking a short, and something was building up, I thought I might pee. His hand went under my nightie and touched my left nipple, it was very sensitive and I yelped a piddling when he pinched it.

"Daddy, something is happening !"I yelled, and tried to root for away. He held my second joint with his other hand and I couldn't motion even though I tried with all my might. He held onto my teat and continued to flick me with his knife. And then I screamed out as my legs agitate hard. I started crying.

"pa, oh…. Why ? Daddy ? !"I bucked with my hip joint as he sucked on me and licked me for a farsighted time. When he stopped I continued to cry. I laid there on the couch with my stage wide capable, shaking.

"I bet you liked that."He said quietly. He sat there at the end of the couch touching my human knee with one of his hands. I opened my wet eyes, I felt hot, and over overtake. I felt shy, and ashamed, but I had also liked it.

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

"Do you want me to take a leak you feel 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 like minute. I felt wetness underneath me like I had peed all over the sofa. I was embarrassed, but each clock time he stopped and asked me If I wanted it again, I never said no. At some degree I had fallen asleep, and when I woke up the next morning, 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 panties were missing. I laid still with my hand on my private parts for a minute of arc, remembering the things pa made me feel. I started to touch myself like he had. Rubbing the nubbin in the middle until I cried out and began to shake again.

There was naught else in the Earth like it. That feeling was addicting.

My mother came back a few weeks later. What happened that night never happened again. My dad never talked about it, so neither did I. But, I will severalise you that he opened me up to a world filled with orgasms, and even though I now know what he did was wrong, I still think about him sometimes while my husband gives me viva sex .