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

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

I was your typical little female child with recollective brunet hair and kept it tied back it either a shot glass tail or pig tail. It was soft as silk and flowed down my backbone to my bubble arse.

My eyes matched the coloration of my hair and when I smiled I had two deep dimple on either side of my cheeks and people always held my Chin, lifting my head back and said thing like,"you are as cute as a trivial bug,"and I would spirt with pride and looking at my dad and he would always wait at me with his affectionate grinning of approval.

When I reached my teen years I sure received my share of smell from boys and grown men alike. I had lost my"baby"fat and filled out in all the flop places with nice sexy bend. I still didn't have much in the way of boobs but they were still developing.

I was never embarrassed about my body and usually moved around the house scantly clothed when it was just Mom, Dad and me at home. I realized early on the fewer wearing apparel I wore do my Dad to look in my counselling when I entered the room.

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

I clearly remember the day in senior high schooling, as if it were yesterday that my auntie Julie came to the School to take me home. My mother had taken a flight back to Prairie State 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 auntie instead.

It was clear from the red eyes of my auntie that she had been crying and was full of painful sensation that she had something frightening to evidence me but wanted to wait until we were alone. I didn't know what to make of it but I sensed I was not going to wish what my aunty had to tell me.

When we reach her car she didn't fuss to originate the vehicle but turned sideways in the seat and looked deep into my eyes. I could see tears welling in her eye and painful sensation was all over her fount. Her Kuki-Chin was quivering with the news she was about to share with me.

She started slow,"Kim, you know your mother took a flight of steps this morning to go care for your Grandmother right ?"I nodded my headway acknowledging her inquiry. She continued,"We don't have many detail yet….."She paused. I reached over and touched her hand to comfort her. I thought something had happened to gran.

After a long silence my Aunt made another attempt to protrude again."There was a minuscule aircraft that somehow………"She went silent again and my brain was starting to put the puzzle together that the dreadful tidings was not about my Grandmother but my female parent.

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

I felt my ears go hot. My headway began throbbing and I don't think back much more after that which was said.

My Padre had immediately upon receiving newsworthiness about mom's flight had boarded the next uncommitted flight to Illinois.

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

Dad accompanied my female parent's eubstance back home and we had a very nice funeral for her. I was in a fog and solar day turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. I was in my own man hurting. I wasn't even for certain about the pain dad was experiencing.

I graduate High School but spent most of my time in my bedroom listening to music. Dad checked on me from time to prison term and we would sit and talk and he would oblige me. I will always be grateful to him for that time I needed hugs and reassurance.

I slowly was coming to hold with the departure of mom and started hanging out with admirer again. I would fall home and incur dad asleep in the life elbow room in his soft chair with his reading lamp on and a book in his lap along with his chicken feed. I guess he didn't want to go to his own bedroom that held memories for him.

I found myself starting to recollect more about my dad's needs and began helping more than around the sign. One Nox we were on the couch together watching a comedy movie and at one decimal 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 blooper in the sex department and was really naive. I had heard girl talk certain but I really didn't know how it all worked.

It was around this metre I became cognisant of my dead body. My breast had gotten bigger and my nipple seemed to be erect all the time. Once I wore a loose blouse with no bra and my nipples were rigid and the material was rubbing the tips making my nipples sore and tender.

I lay in bed friction and pinching my tit to gain some relief and discovered this caused me to get wet between my pegleg and a tingle in my venter.

The feeling confused me and not having anyone else to blab to about it I decided to ask dad since we were very close 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 scene I could see crusade from his lap area.

There were some heavy pieces of furniture in the living room which allowed me to get very close yet rest hidden from dad's aspect. My eyes bugged out when I saw what dad was doing. He had his tool out of his slide fastener golf hole and he had his hired hand around it and slowly moving his hand up and down on his shaft.

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

I don't experience how tenacious 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 chairperson and placed the tissue over his thing and his organic structure 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 awkward so I knew this wasn't pee but I was also shy what it was. I cleaned up and lay back in bed, my head swirling with thought and questions.

My mammilla were hurting again and very hard so I was rubbing them and I felt wet again and I was like,"What the snake pit !"I touched myself between my ramification and it felt like I had been struck by a lightning bolt but it was a good opinion. I touch myself some more and liked 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 Day that followed I became aware of my dad more in a sexual way ; not about having sex with him but the sexual pauperization of man and things like that. I didn't know fair sex have sexual needs also.

I caught dad looking at me strangely in the mornings when I was in my night clothes and raiding the refrigerator for Orange River juice or a collation. I sensed I had a power over my dad and that thinking gave me a strange feeling.

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

I wanted to watch dad again and devised a plan.

I began to bust just step-in and a unloose top around the home and I caught dad looking in my counselling several times.

I would bend over and earmark my father to view my scanty stretched over my bubble butt. I would lean over in front of him knowing he could see down my light top and perhaps see my intemperate nipples.

I did this up until it was bed time. I would wait about 30 hour after I told dad I was headed to bed and snarf out to the living room.

My plan worked I caught him masturbating almost every night about the like 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 peter I decided to stay a small longer. At one point He removed the tissue paper to the side and he took his finger and gathered what was collected in the tissue and brought it up to his olfactory organ then placed it on his tongue and I thought,"whew !"But it also made me enquire what it tasted like what he had placed on his tongue.

I had been out with Friend 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 thing out so I decided to come back home.

I entered the house through the back entrance and made my way to the life room to check on dad and got a surprise. Dad was in his easy chair completely naked and had an empty pint whisky nursing bottle following to him on the coffee board.

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

Dad's putz was lying on his breadbasket.

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

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

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

I lifted it up off his stomach and comment liquid dripping from the tip. I took my fingerbreadth and scooped up some of the liquid and placed it on the tip of my tongue.

It tasted unlike. Not bad just unlike. It tasted kind of starchy with a hint of saltiness.

Then I became very intrepid and leaned over his crotch area and took his irradiation into my sassing and listened for any changes in his ventilation that might give any indication he was waking up.

From checking out masturbation online I had also read about blow job and how to roll my lip back to cover my teeth so it wouldn't hurt a guy's cock. So I began to moving his cock in and out of my sassing and sucking and to my let out amazement his shaft started to grow large and get hard like my nipples do sometimes.

I really liked the musical theme I could make dad's pecker hard and then it shot a white milky marrow down my throat causing me to rear back in surprise and choking coil. I could separate from the discernment it was the Same liquid state I had tasted earlier dripping from the tip of his dick.

I cover his naked conformation up with the blanket and headed to my sleeping accommodation. My core was racing and the wetness between my legs was like a piece of ass river.



I started touching my nipples and I felt that tingling between my legs so I used my free hired man to rub my pussy agglomerate and oh my god the feeling was so acute.

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

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

The liquidness was white 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 acute that it made my totally body milk shake and shiver.

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

I thought I could learn from my dad so I devised yet another wicked plan. I did my teasing early in the evening then I'd tell dad I was going to my friend's house for respective hours and then I would secretly sneak back into the planetary house to becharm dad masturbating.



Dad thought he was alone in the house and would take his clothes off to fuck off and this allowed me to get a very good sight. This was all part of my plan and my sex education.

The kickoff time I sneaked into the house and made my way to the animation room He had already begun stroking his backbreaking gist. His balls were bouncing and making a slapping sound.

The headland of his cock was a deep purple color and the veins on his tool were sticking out.

He looked so strong, like a steel rod.

His dick had an arch to it and was able to touch his belly button.

He took a appreciation of his shaft with his substantial hands and was moving up and down slowly and moaning softly.

I could assure he was feeling a lot of delight like I had when I had touched myself. After some sentence he picked up the stride of his drive but had a steady rhythm.

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

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

If I didn't know ameliorate I would have thought he was moaning in botheration. With another loud grunt he thrust his hips hard into the air and white goo shot from his cock and landed on his cervix and chest.

He bucked his hips a dyad more times and each fourth dimension shot a rope of hot cum into the air.

Then he went hitch and released his grip on his stopcock and placed his weapon on either position of his hips but his cock seemed alive and was jumping with each beat of his warmheartedness and throbbing.

White person goo continued to ooze from the tip of his gumshoe. Then he reached for tissue paper and I put together what the tissue was for and what he had tasted the other night.

I went to my elbow room and threw off my clothes and crawled onto my bed and began to rub my drenched pussy.

I start bucking my hips and quivering and within seconds I was squirting that white liquidity all over my paw and running down my ass and soaking my sheet.



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



I would watch dad stroke his hot cock while I rubbed my pussy. I got so proficient at it I could meter my sexual climax with his.

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

I had been watching porn on the Internet and I had so many interrogative about sex and knew there was more to all this than I was experiencing and I wanted to live it all.

I decided to chance the losing my appearance of dad masturbating to learning more by pretending to catch dad doing the dirty act and have that over his top dog as leveraging to get what I needed.

As it turned out I didn't need to do that because dad was unforced to instruct 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 nothing underneath. My mammilla were very hard and were very visible poking out into the thin cotton material.

I sat cross legged across from dad and opened my leg to provide him to see my shaved pussy but pretended to be unaware of my photo.

I wanted him all worked up.

After a while I gave dad my story again about spending clip away from the house.

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