Summer Holiday/Mary
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.
His cock was lying limp 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 how cocks got stiff from reading, but the books didn't say how it worked, so I played with it a bit and watched as it swelled 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 did. 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 winked 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 after that visit 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 'Uncle' Bob and I said he was okay. then he told me that Bob really liked me, and if I was really nice to him when he came back, he would let him off the debt.
The next day, Daddy got me to dress up in an old party dress from when I was ten; it was too small, but he said it was just the thing, so I wore it for him. When Bob arrived, Daddy just put his coat on and left the house, saying that he would be back in a couple of hours. They shook hands and then we went into the sitting room and sat on the couch.
At first we just talked; he asked me about school and about things that I liked. He told me that Daddy had a big problem with his gambling and he owed money to other people apart from his boss. I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me, and he said he did, but if I didn't want to, he wouldn't make me, but he would pay off Daddy's debt anyway.
When Daddy got back, I think he was surprised to see that I was still dressed. He was worried that they would still come after him for the money and I think it was only then that I really understood that he had sold me to pay off his debt; after that I moved back into my own bed.