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Nymphet

Nymphet is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, M/g, F/g, First, Lolita, Reluct, Incest, Pedo, Oral, Mast, Fist, Preg

Synopsis: Jennifer is an evil little girl who enjoys seducing her parents and feels little or no remorse for the trouble it causes them. If anything, the girl seems to like that best of all, as her loving mother and father soon learn.


Nymphet
By High School Sweetheart

Part One

I was twelve when we had to move, cause I was in the family way. My dad was already gone by then. I'd asked my mom where he went and she'd told me up the river without a paddle. I wondered if we couldn't mail him a paddle, if it meant he could come back home, and my mom had said that was a fine idea. She'd gone out the next day and bought a paddle, a nice big one she said, and mailed it off to daddy. I didn't believe her at first, but she showed me the return receipt paper that she'd filled out. 

"When your daddy gets that paddle, he'll have to sign for it and mail a little postcard back to us." Mom explained while we ate spaghetti-o's. "That way we'll know for sure he got it and he can't say he didn't."

"Oh." I nodded. "You sure you sent him a paddle?"

"Oh yeah. A big one too, honey." My mom had her lips shut tight and she nodded.

"Okay." I said and I put the papers down, I knew when she looked like that it wasn't much fun to talk to her. I wasn't dumb though, I knew the difference between divorce papers and paddles.

Everyone thinks I'm dumb. Like little kids don't know what's going on, and I'm not so little anyway. Even when I was twelve, I wasn't dumb. I had a pretty good idea that letting my dad touch me the way he did was wrong, but I'd liked it a lot. I'd asked for it, really, although when I'd tried to explain that to the lady doctor I had to see for awhile, she'd decided that I was protecting my dad, the way a little girl would when she was hurt inside.

I guess she could have been right, but I didn't think so. I'd liked the way it felt being held and kissed and eventually fucked. That's what it was too, we were fucking, and dad liked me to say it just like that. We fucked every chance we got too. I'd make up excuses so we'd have time alone and together, so I knew it wasn't just him. It was me too and I hadn't told anyone. Dad knew that. He'd trusted me and he still could, because I hadn't said a thing to get him in trouble.

We'd just got caught and daddy was paying the price.

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"Mrs. Sewell, I'm Dan Thayer…" The man was saying and we hadn't even started unpacking yet.

"Miss Parsons, please." She told the man. "I'm not married anymore."

"Of course." The man nodded and gave my mom a sympathetic smile, then he noticed me and so did my mom.

"Jenny, take that box to your room, start unpacking your things, honey." My mom said. "We'll get some pizza later, okay?"

"Sure mom." I nodded and the box was just my stuffed animals, so it was kinda big, but not very heavy.

"You have to excuse the mess, uh, who are you again?" My mom asked and I didn't go to my room at all, but just sat around the corner in the hallway listening.

"Dan Thayer, I'm the court appointed social worker on Jennifer's case." The man said. "Can we sit down, Mrs…Miss. Parsons?"

"I don't know what we need you for, Mike's in prison now." My mom said. "Here, we can sit here. Let me move that…There." 

They were sitting on the sofa in that cluttered living room, since all the rest of the furniture was coming the next day. I opened the box and grabbed Jim, my pink giraffe. He was pretty cool and I stroked his long soft neck while they talked.

"I understand that, but obviously the judge is concerned about your daughter. We all are." The guy said.

"Well, I'm more than capable of taking care of my little girl." Mom told him.

"I'm sure." The man's voice was gentle. "Let me explain something to you, something you might not be aware of, Miss Parsons."

"What's that?" My mom was impatient and trying to show it.

"My job is to decide whether or not your daughter stays here." There was a pause. "This is a decision that I have to make every week."

"You decide?" My mom sounded like she didn't really believe him.

"Oh yes, Miss Parsons." The man assured her. "If I don't think you're a fit mother, being all of…what? Twenty-seven years old?"

"Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-eight, divorced now, working a low income job at…Lucky Luke's?" The man chuckled. "I have to say, being a stripper, Miss Parsons…"

"I'm a waitress and dancer, Mr. Thayer." My mom's voice had an edge to it. "I'm not a whore."

"…Right." He was still laughing. "A flick of the pen, Miss Parsons and it won't matter if your Mother Theresa reincarnated. Jennifer will go to the state and you'll have one less thing to worry about."

"What do you want?" My mom sighed.

"Like I said, this is a decision I have to make every week, let's say Tuesday nights between seven and nine, shall we?" The man asked and I wondered why it was going to take him two hours to decide if my mom was a good one or not.

"My night off." My mom gave a little laugh of her own. "What a surprise."

"I like to be thorough, Miss Parsons." The man agreed. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I know it isn't Tuesday, but…"

"Great." My mom muttered and I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

"Oh yeah…" He took a long deep breath and let it out slow. "You're a wonderful mother, I can tell."

The soft and only barely heard sounds of my mom sucking the man's cock filled my little ears. It really is an unmistakable sound and I'd made it myself plenty of times with my dad, believe me. That wet lip smacking sound, the funny little farting sounds, the little moans and groans. Yeah, I was just twelve years old and pretty dumb, most people figured, but they didn't know anything about me. Near as I can tell, the one person in the whole world who did know about me was dead.

His name was Vladimir Nabokov and he once said: Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."

It was nice being a nymphet, once I'd found out about Mr. Nabokov. He was right too and I think I was possessed, or at least corrupt. My dad was in jail because of me, and I didn't really cry about that very much, at least not unless I was supposed to. When people were watching, yeah, I'd cry and pretend like I didn't understand. But when I was by myself, mostly I just wished my dad was with me, cause I was pretty horny after he'd gotten arrested.

I was fingering myself while I listened to my mom giving that man a blowjob. She was doing it for me, or at least that was what she'd be telling herself, and maybe that was true. But she'd just known him for fifteen minutes. My mom hadn't slapped him, or tried to throw him out, or threatened to call someone. She'd just gone down on his cock like it was nothing. That made it better for me, but not really good. I think if he'd had to force her a little more, maybe if my mom had been crying, then it would have been really good and I could have made myself cum even.

As it was though, I just thought my mom was a slut. I mean, she was a stripper. She'd told me she was a dancer, like in a ballet, and I'd pretended to believe her. But I wasn't that dumb, I was in sixth grade and none of my old friends would have believed that either, I was sure. We all knew what sex was. Some boys brought magazines to school, like when I was in fourth grade, and fifth, before I'd even thought about getting my first period, I'd seen pictures of people doing it. So don't go thinking I was dumb like everyone else does.

We'd driven by Lucky Luke's and I'd asked my mom what E-X-O-T-I-C meant, spelling the word out even though I was pretty sure I knew how to read it. Mom told me it meant special and I'd made like I'd believed her, but the only thing special about exotic dancing is that the girls took off their clothes while they did it. Mom should have just told me that and I was a little disappointed when she didn't. 

I think she was embarrassed by it though and I knew she'd looked for other jobs first, before taking that one. She'd looked hard, but it was tough finding one that would pay enough just to cover the babysitter, as if I needed one. I'd tried to talk her out of that, but she wasn't going to leave me home alone every night, that was for sure. So some old lady was going to be coming around to watch me sleep. What a total waste of money that was going to be.

Probably mom would make a lot of money though, too. She had the looks, that was for sure. Even after having me, she didn't look much like a mom. Probably because she'd just been sixteen when I was born, so her body went right back to shape. I hoped mine would, not that I had a lot of shape, being barely twelve like I was. My mom had a real shape, with nice hips and a round butt, smooth flat tummy and big boobs. Real boobs too, not like fake or anything, and they were great. I hoped I had big firm boobs like hers when I got older, that would be so cool.

She had blonde hair, like mine, except hers was long and golden, while mine was long and sort of pale, almost white really. The same blue eyes though, sort of greenish blue, like the ocean where the water just starts to get deep. She was beautiful and I always thought my mom should have been a model, or even an actress maybe, and I think she did too. I guess it was tough trying to do that and raise a baby though, so all she'd done was had a portfolio made when she was eighteen, and mom looked at it sometimes, but then she'd put it away.

I was rubbing my pussy nice while mom sucked the man off. Holding my pink giraffe with my knees up and legs spread, my little white panty pulled to the side, just rubbing my finger along the hairless cleft of my sex. I couldn't wait til I got hair; that would be nice. My pussy looked pretty boring, I thought. The lips were small and thin, my hole was tiny, although my dad had stretched it pretty good for awhile there, but that had been a couple months ago the last time we'd fucked, and now it was small again. I didn't even have a real clitoris yet, which was something I wanted more than anything. All I had was a little bump, a tiny knot of pink flesh at the top of my slit, and it felt good when I rubbed it, but I suspected when I got a little older it would feel a lot better than just good.

It was hard waiting to grow up.

Especially since I had a baby in my belly. They talked about aborting it, if you can believe that. They'd asked me about it, the woman head doctor, but not directly. She'd sort of talked around it, like let's make believe I could take a pill and that baby would go away forever. It would go to a good place and wait for a real mommy who wanted to have a baby. Like I wasn't one of those? But I didn't say anything like that, I just thought about it real hard and told her that I figured God had put that baby inside me. That's what they said at Sunday school. Mommy's and daddy's expressed their love and God rewarded them with a divine touch, the spark of life jumping from his fingertip like God had been shuffling his feet on the carpet for half an hour.

My mom had wanted me to get the abortion and she'd tried hard to talk me into it. Ice cream, a kitten, a new bike…She was big on bribery, my mom was, and any other girl might have fallen for it, but not me. I liked being pregnant, it made me special, especially since everyone knew it was my dad's baby inside me. I didn't say that though, mostly I just cried a lot and talked about how it was a baby and a person and it wasn't the baby's fault that it was made in my little tummy by my dad. I couldn't hurt my little baby cause of that.

I guess mom could have made me do it, get the abortion I mean, but she didn't. The doctor told her not to, I think. We could put it up for adoption later, or so they agreed quietly while I colored dinosaurs and sang quietly to myself in the corner. It would be bad for me, having an abortion, much better to wait and find the child a proper home later, after it was born. They just didn't know that I wasn't going to let my baby go, not ever. Why would I? But they could think that all they wanted, I didn't care. My mom would find out later and she'd love my baby too, I was sure of it. Once my tummy got big, she'd get excited.

I knew I would.

That man my mom was sucking, he liked to talk, which was good. Mostly he was telling my mom how she was a really great cocksucker. He'd tell her how beautiful she was with her lips around his dick too. He wasn't really imaginative and I just kind of half listened while I played with my pussy, which had gotten pretty wet. Listening to my slut mom suck off a stranger was pretty cool and I wondered if she'd suck off anybody, or just guys who had a good reason. I was betting she'd suck off anyone who would spend more than three minutes trying to talk her into it. If she was as good as that social worker was saying, well, mom must have had a lot of practice…And not with my dad.

He'd told me all the stuff mom wouldn't do, and cock sucking was high on the list.

"Fuck…I'm gonna cum…Keep sucking whore…Oh fuck…" The man was saying and so I got up quickly, smoothing my dress down over my damp panties. "Jesus…Swallow it…Ohhhh…"

"Mommy?" I spoke up shyly right when he was shooting. "Can we get pizza now? I'm hungry."

It was pretty funny watching them because my mom jumped, like three feet off the sofa I bet, and that man's penis was all big and red and shooting his sperm all over the place. It got on him, on my mom, on the sofa. Mostly because he was moving too, like standing and turning and trying to pinch it off, or shove it in his pants, or something. He probably didn't know what to do and my mom, well, she did look like she wanted to get pretty mad just then, but not at me.

"Go back to…" My mom took a breath, "…your room…now, honey…Go on…" 

"Okay, mommy." I nodded. "What's wrong with him?"

"Huh?" My mom glanced at the man and then pointed. "Nothing, he's…Fine…Go on now…"

I left them, grabbing my box and taking it to my room and feeling pretty happy with myself. I couldn't believe my mom would just suck that guy on the couch, I mean right there where I could walk in on them. That wasn't too smart, and me and my dad had always been a lot more careful than that, but my mom was a slut. She probably wanted to get caught, I figured. Maybe not out loud, so to speak, but inside, way deep down, my mom probably wanted me to catch her doing bad stuff. She was a little insecure that way, like I'd been fucking my dad and so I must have loved him more, right? Maybe mommy wanted me to fuck her too, but she just didn't know how to ask me. 

I decided I'd have to think about that a little more.

"Jen?" My mom was knocking on my bedroom door a few minutes later, after the man had left and she'd washed her face and probably brushed her teeth. She'd changed her t-shirt too, I noticed, since the other one had gotten a bit spermy.

"Hey mom, are we gonna get pizza?" I smiled at her and I was sitting on the floor, putting Harry Potter books in my bookcase.

"Yeah, um, in a bit." My nodded. "Um, that…What you saw, I mean what we were doing, was, um…"

"It's okay, mom." I shrugged. "I've seen it before."

It wasn't like we were going to pretend it was anything other than it was, I'd stood there watching the man cum in my mom's mouth, at least for a couple spurts, before I'd surprised them.

"Right." My mom blinked at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, honey. Come here."

She needed a hug, or needed me to need one, that's what it really was, so I got up and we hugged for awhile. Mom apologized and said it was just one of those things and I should forget about it and all that. None of it meant anything though and I was getting a little tired of listening to my mom pour her guilt out on me. It was another clue that she'd wanted to suck his dick, I thought, cause she sure didn't act like a woman who'd been forced to do it. Yeah, mom had liked it just fine, I thought, all she'd needed was a reason.

"Is he your boyfriend now, mommy?" I asked and that shut her up finally.

end of part 1

Continued Part Two >>>>

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