Summer Holiday/Mary
When Mary was eight years old, her mother left home. Her father was pretty cut up about it and she decided it was up to her to make him feel better. Soon she was cooking and cleaning, although they did tend have a lot of takeaways, but her dad still seemed sad.
It was a Sunday morning and Mary decided to take him a mug of tea in bed. He was slept naked and because it was a warm morning, he pushed the covers off. She put the mug down quietly so as not to wake him because she wanted have a closer look at his cock. She’d seen it before; the loo was in the bathroom so she’d have to go in sometimes when he was in the bath, but he always covered himself up quickly so she never got a proper look.
The pink sausage was lying across his thigh and she thought about the pictures in the magazines that he kept under the bed. She reached out and touched it with the tip of her finger but nothing happened; feeling bolder, she put her hand on top of it, and this time she could feel the slight throbbing of his heartbeat. She knew about pulses; they’d done some first-aid classes at school, so she gave it a bit of a squeeze, just as she’d done with her friend Vivian’s wrist. Her friend’s wrist 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, she knew that she wanted to do the same thing as the ladies in the pictures. She climbed up on the bed, and when her father woke up, his cock was in her mouth. He told her later that he had often fantasized about it but had never expected to actually begin a sexual relationship with his daughter.
She got pregnant when she was twelve, but her daddy wasn’t the father. He had taken up gambling and owed a lot of money and given the choice between broken bones and sending his preteen daughter round to ‘entertain’ the guys, he soon gave in. For her part, Mary loved her Daddy, but she also loved sex; Daddy had not been able to get it up for ages, and she was not interested in the boys at school.
When ‘Uncle’ Bob called round and gave her a present of a pretty bracelet, she happily climbed up on his lap. When he slid his hand up her leg, right in front of her dad, she was surprised but excited too, and when his finger found her pussy, it was already wet. She looked across at her father who had his own cock in his hand as he watched his little girl being finger-fucked by a man she had only just met.
A couple of months later, she was pregnant; she knew who the father was because her on dad could only get it up when he was watching her with Bob, and Bob had decided not to share her nubile young body with his mates. She was already pregnant with Harry when they got married few weeks after her sixteenth birthday and that was the night that Molly was first introduced to her father’s cock.
What do you do?