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When | When I was eight years old, my mother left home. My father was pretty cut up about it and I decided it was up to me to make him feel better. Soon I was cooking and cleaning, although we did tend have a lot of takeaways, but my dad still seemed miserable. | ||
It was a Sunday morning and | It was a Sunday morning and I decided to take him a mug of tea in bed. He always slept naked and because it was a warm morning, he had pushed the covers off. I put the mug down quietly so as not to wake him because I wanted have a closer look at his cock. I’d seen it before; the loo was in the bathroom so I’d have to go in sometimes when he was in the bath, but he always covered himself up quickly so I never got a proper look. | ||
The pink sausage was lying across his thigh and | The pink sausage was lying across his thigh and I thought about the pictures in the magazines that he kept under the bed. I reached out and touched it with the tip of my finger but nothing happened; feeling bolder, I put my hand on top of it, and this time I could feel the slight throbbing of his heartbeat. I knew about pulses; we’d done some first-aid classes at school, so I gave it a bit of a squeeze, just as I’d done with my friend Vivian’s wrist. That didn’t swell up like Daddy’s cock and she wrapped her fingers around it as it stiffened. | ||
By the time it was standing straight up, | By the time it was standing straight up, I knew that I wanted to do the same thing as the ladies in the pictures. I climbed up on the bed, and when my father woke up, his cock was in my mouth. He told me later that he had often fantasised about it but had never expected that I would want it as well. | ||
I got pregnant when I was twelve, but Daddy wasn’t the father. He had taken up gambling and when ‘Uncle’ Bob came to collect some money that Daddy owed, I knew straight away that he fancied me. He had really hairy arms and I thought he was a bit like a bear. | |||
When | That first time, he and Daddy just talked and he said that he would come back tomorrow. When I showed him out, he turned round and looked at me; we were the same height because of the step, and he said something about how he hoped that Daddy wouldn't be able to find the money. I didn't understand, but he just leaned in and kissed me on the lips, them walked off. | ||
Daddy was really upset and I tried to cheer him up by getting his cock out, but it wouldn't even get stiff when I sucked it. He asked me if I liked Bob and I said he was okay, then he said that if I was really nice to him when he came back, he would cancel the debt. | |||
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Revision as of 09:52, 25 August 2019
When I was eight years old, my mother left home. My father was pretty cut up about it and I decided it was up to me to make him feel better. Soon I was cooking and cleaning, although we did tend have a lot of takeaways, but my dad still seemed miserable.
It was a Sunday morning and I decided to take him a mug of tea in bed. He always slept naked and because it was a warm morning, he had pushed the covers off. I put the mug down quietly so as not to wake him because I wanted have a closer look at his cock. I’d seen it before; the loo was in the bathroom so I’d have to go in sometimes when he was in the bath, but he always covered himself up quickly so I never got a proper look.
The pink sausage was lying across his thigh and I thought about the pictures in the magazines that he kept under the bed. I reached out and touched it with the tip of my finger but nothing happened; feeling bolder, I put my hand on top of it, and this time I could feel the slight throbbing of his heartbeat. I knew about pulses; we’d done some first-aid classes at school, so I gave it a bit of a squeeze, just as I’d done with my friend Vivian’s wrist. That didn’t swell up like Daddy’s cock and she wrapped her fingers around it as it stiffened.
By the time it was standing straight up, I knew that I wanted to do the same thing as the ladies in the pictures. I climbed up on the bed, and when my father woke up, his cock was in my mouth. He told me later that he had often fantasised about it but had never expected that I would want it as well.
I got pregnant when I was twelve, but Daddy wasn’t the father. He had taken up gambling and when ‘Uncle’ Bob came to collect some money that Daddy owed, I knew straight away that he fancied me. He had really hairy arms and I thought he was a bit like a bear.
That first time, he and Daddy just talked and he said that he would come back tomorrow. When I showed him out, he turned round and looked at me; we were the same height because of the step, and he said something about how he hoped that Daddy wouldn't be able to find the money. I didn't understand, but he just leaned in and kissed me on the lips, them walked off.
Daddy was really upset and I tried to cheer him up by getting his cock out, but it wouldn't even get stiff when I sucked it. He asked me if I liked Bob and I said he was okay, then he said that if I was really nice to him when he came back, he would cancel the debt.