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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Replacement" (Mg, incest) Complete
Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 09:10:02 -0400
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The Replacement

{ASSM} (Mg, incest, pedo)



By Simple Man (C)2003



WARNING - This story contains explicit descriptions of incest between a
preteen girl and her father.  It is completely fiction.  If stories
involving sex between a child and an adult are not to your liking, then by
all means skip this one.



For kids_at_play



     I gave a sigh and sat down at the kitchen table, my daughter sitting
across from me.  We had just come back from the hospital and the news was
not good.  My wife of 13 years was in a coma, something about encephalitis
and other bad sounding words that I didn't understand.  But when I asked if
she was going to die, they simply said yes and left it at that.

We live on a farm and everyone was needed to do all they could, every day,
and that included my 9 year old daughter, Jennifer.  But now, how would we
manage without my wife?  Neither of us knew the answer.  1938 was a bad year
all around, first there had been scarcely little rain, and the fields were
dried up and the earth cracked and parched.  If it had not been for our
laying hens and one horny rooster we would have starved months ago.  And,
now this.  If it had not been for my daughter sitting there I would have
burst out in tears.

     Daddy was miserable and I wanted to comfort him like so many times he
had done for me.  I walked over to him and stepped between his legs, laying
his head on my shoulder and holding him tight against me.  He sniffled once
then twice and then the tears came, he was balling like a baby.  I just held
him and let him cry himself out.  After a few moments and the shoulder of my
dress dripping wet, he raised his head and looked into my eyes, his lips an
inch away from mine, and so help me God, he kissed me with enough passion to
start a fire.  I didn't move a muscle; I didn't want to, I needed this kiss
as much as he did, maybe more.  I felt his hands move behind me and squeeze
my butt cheeks, his tongue brushing against my lips.  I knew what was
happening, he needed love, he needed her, my mother, her body, but I was all
there was right now, I was her replacement.

     Samuel McFarland from the next farm over had helped with watering and
feeding the livestock while we were away in town and there was nothing left
to do tonight.  It was approaching 9:00 in the evening.  Daddy was trying
hard not to touch me but he could not help himself and finally his hands, a
farmers hands, my Daddy's hands were feeling all over my body.  I stepped
back a step and took off my dress and pulled down my panties, then moved
forward again.  I know I looked nothing like my mother, she had nice breasts
and I had nothing, but that seemed not to bother Daddy, he just groaned
while looking at me.  I took that to mean he like what he saw and I was real
proud.

     I tried to undress Daddy, but he would not stand for it, kept telling
me it was not right and that he should not have touched me at all.  I smiled
at him, the look in his eyes told another story, one I had seem many times
for my mother.  The huge bulge in his pants also told me he was more than
just excited, looking at my naked little body.  I may not have a body like
my mommy, but I had all the parts and I was definitely female, and he
noticed, and like I said before, I was real proud.

Well, I bent down and took off my shoes and socks, let the ribbon out of my
hair, and removed everything I was not born with, and then moved into Daddy'
s space, pressing up against his masculine body.  His eyes were wild now,
and he was struggling harder than I had ever seen him struggle before.  This
mighty man was reduced to an almost whimpering idiot, he wanted me and he
was afraid to touch me naked like I was.  I looked up into his smoldering
eyes.

     "I'm not giving up Daddy, you need me tonight and we are gonna stand in
this kitchen all night, until you take me to your bed and make love to me,
it's a simple as that!"

     His resolve was fading and I put my hands on the sides of his face and
guided it to my breasts.  He lost it then, and began sucking and nursing on
me like he was starved and I could feed him.  The feelings of that were
sending shock waves through my body and I suddenly knew why my mother
screamed at night, begging for more.  My goodness, a girl could get hooked
on this treatment pretty easy.  He finally stopped, sat back and looked at
me.  I felt like saying, come on little boy, come to mommy's breast and feed
yourself, but he had already been doing that.

     "All right, Jennifer, you want to please me as a woman, I hope you are
sure about this, because I don't think you understand what will happen!"

     "What will happen, Daddy?  You mean when I bleed for you and maybe
accept your baby in me?  Is that what you think I don't understand?  Daddy,
we live on a farm, remember.  I know this stuff and its my time to give you
the pleasure you need.  A man needs a willing woman and mommy can't help you
now, but I can!"

     Well we went to bed together that night, me naked as the day I was
born, my Daddy with his shorts on, but he cuddled me like never before, his
hands, his wonderful hands groping for what he could reach.  We fell asleep,
tomorrow was another day on the farm.  I was used to the chores on the farm,
but I needed to get better at what my mother once done, her chores.  As the
rooster crowed, I was out of bed like a shot.  I wanted to have breakfast
ready when he woke up.  It was a horrible mess when he came into the
kitchen, I had never done this before and I dropped to my knees and wept at
his feet.  The eggs were way too done, the toast black and charred, the
sausage burned crisp.  He laughed!  Why was he laughing?  I didn't see
anything funny about this, I ruined everything.

He picked me up and kissed me, my feet well off the floor.  Princess, he
said, you tried so hard, and I will eat the meal you have made for me, now
get up off the floor and see if you can make coffee for me.  I worked like a
demon to grind the coffee beans and brew him a decent pot of coffee, at
least that turned out right.  It was then that I noticed I was still naked
and Daddy was looking at me like I was fresh meat and he was hungry.  We
didn't get to our chores until afternoon.

     The loss of blood was more that I expected it to be, and I sure
stretched cause he was so big, but the pain was not so bad, well, not really
so bad, I cried out loud, it hurt!  Anyway, I got myself mated and loved
like a woman, it was simply wonderful.  Daddy's attention to my needs was
great, he kissed me a lot and whispered the things he used to tell mommy.  I
was her replacement and I loved the job.

     I was pretty sore after having been loved like that and Daddy offered
no sympathy at all, instead he smiled allot and made certain I was properly
teased, how could I not love this man?  Anyway, I fetched the laundry and
washed the clothes, bed sheets and everything I could wash, rinsed it all
and took everything out to the clothes lines.  I sang a little song as I
hung up the wash, glad to be alive and in love.  When I finished and
returned to the house, Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table in tears.  I
did not have to ask what had happened, mommy was dead and I knew it.  He
held out his arms for me and I rushed into them as he held me tight and
released a lifetime of pent up emotions.  I did not cry, I had no more tears
for her, I watched her die at home and lay there dying in the hospital, and
I was all cried out.  Now that she was gone I felt only relief for myself,
but my Daddy had finally lost his wife and I could not know how that felt
for him.  All I could do was to love him the way he needed and be my mother'
s replacement.

     I don't like funerals, everyone is so somber and miserable, and it just
takes the fun out of life.  Okay, she suffered and died, we are all going to
die someday, and this was her time.  I could live with that.  She raised me
to be independent and to think for myself, to see the tasks ahead and take
them on one by one until I was either finished or beaten.  It was 1938 and I
was young but no child any longer, and my Daddy, pardon me, my Dad needed me
badly, even it he did not know it yet.  The old single spinsters hanging
around him poking food into his face made me sick and I wanted to kick all
of them in the shins, the very idea of it all, he was my man, forever.

My dress was black, hand made by Mrs. McFarland, and consisted of a lower
skirt with an elastic waist and an upper skirt that covered only half of the
lower skirt and would rest three inches above my knees if I took the lower
skirt off.  She was no fool I guess, and I think she knew what I wanted, and
probably why I wanted it.  So she made the dress to be for the funeral and
for afterward when I was alone with Daddy again.  I saw no need to waste any
time with those old hussies.  I took off my lower skirt and Mrs. McFarland
was quick to fetch it from me.

     "Oh look Sam, she's going to show all of them that he belongs to her,
it's so darling, don't you think?"

     Samuel did not say anything, the little girl's legs and the parts of
her thighs that he could see were flawless and so smooth and youthful she
did not require stockings.  The look was absolutely breathtaking to him, and
he had never even realized just how beautiful a little girl could be.  The
quiet of his mind reviewed his own daughters and imagined what they must
look like, knowing full well he would never see anything like this again.

     I walked over to my Daddy and asked him if it was not time to go home
now.  He took one look at me and hoisted me up with one powerful arm to hold
me like the little girl I was.  I smiled at the wicked spinsters and they
backed off in a hurry.  Daddy kissed me real nice and thanked me for chasing
off the wolves.  I giggled and he laughed like a grown man should.

     That night the rains came, along with thunder and lightening, and the
milk cows were still grazing and not in the barn.  Amidst the downpour,
Daddy and I brought them in to safety and dried them off.  We were soaked
and suddenly he looked at me in a way I had never seen before, he wanted me
then and there, here and now.  And while the cows chewed their cuds, Daddy
took me again and again, the both of us naked and rolling in the soft hay.
Maybe we would itch for a week, but right now we didn't care, we only wanted
each other, desperately.

     Mrs. McFarland came over with a hearty beef stew that smelled heavenly
and two heavy loaves of fresh baked bread, still warm from the oven.  She
smiled and looked me over and asked how I was doing, then said never mind,
she already knew.  Daddy and I thanked her and it did not occur to me that I
was almost naked with my Daddy's sperm running down my thighs and legs.

     "Didn't think you two would have much time to think about fixing
supper, but both man and child must eat to keep up their strength."

     She smiled again and with a wink, went home.  I sat on Daddy's lap and
let him feed me while he adored my body.

     Amanda McFarland, puttered in her kitchen setting her table for supper,
the children already fed.  The older one's out doing final chores before
bed, the two younger girls sat by the fire and played with blocks of wood,
building dreams only they could understand.  Samuel came into the kitchen,
took off his hat displaying his farmer's tan, washed his face and hands
after he had pumped the water pump and finally sat down to supper.  The
hearty stew made his mouth water and the smell of the fresh bread was
something he had loved since being a boy.  He gave Grace and began to eat.
Amanda toyed with her food, swirling her fork among the potatoes and peas.
Samuel knew she had something on her mind, and this was ruining his supper,
which to him was a time of solitude to enjoy God's bounty.

     "My God woman, what is it?  Can't I eat in peace in my own home?  Out
with it woman!"

     "Sam, you ever think about our daughters?"

     "Course I think about them, I'm a father and I worry about feeding them
and clothing them!  What is your meaning, woman?"

     "Sam, do you ever think about wanting them, well, sexually?"

     "My God Amanda, have you lost your mind?  How in all creation's name
can you ask me something like that?  They are little girls, or have you
forgotten that?"

     "Sam, you didn't answer my question, and God already knows the truth,
now why don't you tell me the truth?"

     Samuel looked down at his plate, he was no longer hungry.  He hung his
head low onto his mighty chest and began to cry.  His gasping for breath
between the tears was something Amanda had never seen before in her husband,
and now for the first time she was looking at the man she loved and married
in a new light.  He regained his composure for a moment and simply said,
yes.  Amanda swallowed hard and began eating with renewed hunger as her
husband stared at her waiting for the world, his world to end.  It was his
turn now to push the peas around the potatoes with his fork.

     Amanda called her daughters into the kitchen, they both came running.
Standing there in little pink night clothes after their bath, she told them
both to undress.  Each little girl took off what she was wearing and stood
there naked, wondering what this was all about.  Samuel's eyes were bugging
out of his head and he was not only lost for words, but he was drooling as
his eyes washed over the young bodies of his daughters.

     "Pretty nice, don't you think?  Look at them, all hairless like they
are, pretty sweet, huh?  Elizabeth, you come over and sit on Daddy's lap and
kiss him right on his lips, like a good girl.  And you, Rachel, I want you
to spread your legs and touch yourself like you like to do, and make sure
Daddy can see you do it."

     Having a naked little girl in his lap kissing him on his lips was more
than the farmer could stand.  His erection sprang forth like a cannon being
mounted for battle, the cannon balls already in place.  The child loved him
in a way he could have never imagined.

     "Take them both to bed and love them the way they want.  I'll be
waiting for you when you finish, and be gentle with them, remember they are
little girls."

     His wife had given him the keys to the kingdom of heaven and the twin 8
year old's made it pretty plain they wanted him.  Morning came and his two
daughters had worn him out and they both layed there asleep, naked with a
pool of sperm between their legs.  The bedroom smelled like a whore house.
He crawled into the tub while his wife poured warm water over him and set
about washing the man she loved.

     Samuel McFarland harnessed his horses and led them to the where the
draw plow was waiting, hitching them up to the plow, he stood there a moment
while the sight of his daughters washed through his mind and of the loving
wife he had that allowed all of this.  Molly, the lead horse, seemed to
understand his feelings and the team went to work like never before.  He
talked to them, and kidded them and in general loved those animals, and they
in turn worked their hearts out for him, one acre, by nightfall had been
plowed and was ready for planting.  He unfastened the harnesses and walked
among the tired horses back to the barn and then fed them and brushed them
down.  Little hands tried to help, the twins were there and they were alone
with the animals.  Molly nudged him in the direction of the girls.  What, he
asked his favorite horse?  You don't spend every day with one animal and not
get close and understanding of each other.  Molly nudged him again, was the
horse smiling?  The mare smelled the sex in the air and the desire of all
three of them.  Go take care of them, she was saying.

He led the girls off into the hay cover loft as Amanda came into the barn
with an apple for Molly.

     "You watch over them tonight and don't let them come to harm."

     Molly's hoof stomped the dirt and she nodded twice.  Amanda went back
into her home, smiling, knowing full well what she was doing and what they
were doing.  The male horses layed down but Molly stood there all night,
listening to two little girls moan and beg for more.  The next day was a day
off, my God; they had plowed a whole acre in one day.  She would get her
sleep when they woke and returned to the house.  She knew that besides his
wife and his children she came next.  Twenty hands high with white stockings
and an almost auburn coat of hair she was almost twice as old as the young
bucks already asleep, and still a beauty.  He always rubbed her belly before
putting on the harness; she actually lived for those moments alone.

     Across the fields, a father took his little girl to bed, she spread her
legs wanting the intense pleasure her Daddy would give her, she would grind,
scream and moan for most of the night as the man she loved made love to her.
There were times when the farm just had to wait for them, but eventually the
animals were fed, the cows milked, the fields kept growing.  Harvest time
would certainly be fun this year.



End



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