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 I heard him say "I'll be 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, then walked off.
Daddy was really upset after that visit and I tried to cheer him up by getting his cock out, but he stopped me. "I've got something to tell you," he said, and there were tears in his eyes. "You know that I owe lots of money?" I nodded. "Well, Bob's boss makes films, and he says that if I agree to let you star in some of them, he will let me off."
I didn't understand; "what do you mean, what films?"
Daddy took a deep breath. "You know the films we watch sometimes with people having sex?" I nodded. "He makes films like that, only with little girls and boys as well as grownups."
"You mean he wants to film us doing it?"
He shook his head. "Not us, you and someone else."
To be honest, I was more worried about how Daddy would manage without me than I was about making sex films and in the end he convinced me that this was the only way. The next day Bob came to take me away to my new life and I never saw my Daddy again.