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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
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information. Thanks. -rr


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Mixed Bag - Chapter Forty Five


Thirteen

by Evil Little Sister


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Story Codes: f, No Sex, FemDom, Cuckold, Wimp Husband

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    The night of my thirteenth birthday, which was my best birthday
ever, Mom came up to my room as I got into bed. She loves to spoil us.

    "You're getting all grown up now, Jenny," she said, kind of happy
and sad all at once.

    "Yeah," I smiled up at her from my pillow.

    "I was thinking we should have a little talk." Mom sat down on my
bed.

    "About what?" I wondered and she smiled back at me, brushing my
blonde hair out of my blue eyes with a soft hand.

    My mom is very pretty and everyone says I'm going to look just
like her when I really do grow up. Some people say we look like
sisters, even though she's like fifteen years older than me. Maybe
that's because I look a little older than I am and Mom looks a little
younger than she is, I'm not sure. All I know is that I hope it's
true, all of it, cause looking like Mom would be pretty cool.

    "About being a woman," Mom said, "and about boys and..."

    "I already know where babies come from, Mom." I giggled a little
and maybe blushed, but not too much. She knew I knew, cause she'd told
me, mostly.

    "I know you do, Jen. I just don't want to see you grow up thinking
that just because you're a woman, you have to be..." she thought for a
second, "...weak. I want you to be strong."

    "Like you?" I asked, not really teasing her, but not really
understanding what she meant either.

    "Like me, yeah." Mom smiled. "There are a lot of weak women out
there and the world doesn't need one more."

    "Uh...Okay," I shrugged, but Mom saw the confusion on my face and I
guess that was why she was up there in the first place, to explain
what she meant.

    "Now that you're getting older, boys are going to like you more,"
Mom said. "If they don't already."

    "I think they kinda do," I giggled and mom was smiling.

    "I think they do too," she said. "So you know what I mean. You're
already so pretty and you're just going to get prettier. Your boobs
are going to grow some more, you're going to get taller and more
mature. A lot of boys are going to like you a lot, Jenny. They're
going to want to be with you and touch you."

    "Kiss me?"

    "Yeah, kiss you," Mom agreed. "And make babies in your tummy too,
if they can. But you have to respect yourself, that's the first
thing."

    "I know, Mom," I nodded cause she was always saying that stuff to
me.

    "Some girls, weak girls, will let them do it too," she said. "Not
because they want to, but because they're too weak to tell a boy no.
They won't put up a fight when a boy tries to spread her legs."

    "And get his penis inside her," I said, just to remind her that I
wasn't totally stupid or anything.

    "Right. And get his penis all the way up inside her," Mom agreed.
"But you have to be stronger than those girls. Don't let just any boy
put his penis inside you, Jen. You have to make sure he's the boy you
want because you're the woman. It's your body and..."

    "I get to choose what I do with it," I smiled. "You told me that
before."

    "I know I did, but your thirteen now," Mom smiled back. "I won't
be able to watch you all the time, so you're going to have to make
your own decisions. Take responsibility for yourself like a grown
woman does."

    "A strong woman," I nodded.

    "A strong one," Mom nodded too. "And you know there are different
kinds of boys, right? There's big, strong, manly boys."

    "And pathetic, little wimpy boys," I giggled, because I'd
definitely heard this part before.

    "Exactly," Mom said. "You remember, huh? So the big, strong boys
are good for..."

    "For having sex with," I answered her.

    "And the little wimpy ones?"

    "For earning money and loving me," I said.

    "And loving all your little babies too," Mom told me. "Don't
forget that part."

    "I won't," I promised.

    "Just remember, when you look for the boy you want to spend your
life with, the one you want to marry, you have to make sure he
understands his place."

    "Where's that?" I wondered, cause maybe I'd forgotten that part.

    "Between your thighs mostly," Mom laughed lightly. "No, what I
mean is. The man you marry has to remember that he's only here to make
you happy. He's lucky to have a beautiful wife like you and he knows
it. He wants to do everything he can to make your life perfect."

    "Because that'll make his life perfect too, right Mom?"

    "Exactly," Mom said. "A good husband is happiest when he's making
his wife happy. It's really, really simple."

    "Yeah," I nodded.

    "Men don't always see it like that though."

    "They don't?" I blinked at my mom and she was shaking her head.

    "Nope, they don't. A lot of men, most men, will think you're weak
just because you're a girl. They'll think they're stronger than you
and on this planet that means they'll think they get to be in charge
and make all the decisions."

    "On this planet?" I giggled and stuck my little pink tongue out.

    "Yeah," Mom giggled too and we even laughed the same sometimes.

    "There should be one where all the girls are in charge," I
suggested.

    "There should be," Mom said. "But we're all stuck here. Anyway,
that's why you have to be strong, so you can teach the man you like
that he isn't so big and he isn't that strong, and he's not the one in
charge just because he's a boy."

    "How do I do that?" I wondered. "All the boys I kinda like are
really big. I mean..."

    "The boys you like?" Mom made a little face, teasing me mostly.
"So you're already checking them out, Jen?"

    "A little," I bit my bottom lip the way I do sometimes. "Just
looking."

    "Well, that's okay," Mom smiled. "You're thirteen now anyway, so
it's up to you if you want to look or not, and if you want to do a
little more than that..."

    "It's okay?" I smiled back at her.

    "Of course," she agreed. "That's why we're having this talk."

    "Okay," I said. "But, um...So like, if I really liked this one boy,
except he's like kinda older than me and really big and everything.
How do I get to be in charge or whatever?"

    "Is he handsome?" Mom teased me and I blushed. "Does he love you?

    "Sorta," I shrugged. "He's always lookin' at me, I know that."

    "Yeah," Mom nodded. "But he probably just wants to get his penis
inside you. That's not real love."

    "But sometimes I sorta want his penis inside me too," I admitted.

    "I know you do," Mom said. "That's normal for a girl when a strong
handsome man is interested in her. Be interested right back."

    "Really?" I grinned and I was feeling a little warm under my
blanket with all this talk, and I was thinking about a lot of
different boys I kinda liked.

    "Sure," Mom said. "But those kinds of boys aren't the kind you
want to marry, remember?"

    "I want a wimpy boy," I said.

    "A considerate, loving man who adores you," Mom agreed. "One who
will do absolutely anything to see you smile."

    "I like that," I sighed.

    "So do I," Mom agreed. "There's a lot of men like that too,
believe me, Jen. That's why you have to be choosy. You have to shop
around, you know?"

    "What kind of boy should I get though?" I asked, just because I
didn't want an ugly one or anything.

    "Well, you need a man who can take care of you, not a boy," Mom
said. "One with a job and money in the bank. A responsible man who can
give you all the happiness you deserve."

    "Okay," I shrugged.

    "Once you've found a man like that you can start to train him."

    "Train him?" I giggled. "Like a dog?"

    "Exactly," Mom laughed. "Train him to do the things you like and
ignore what he wants to do. Men always want to do silly things,
selfish things, and you have to teach him to want what you want."

    "Okay," I said. "How do I do that though? Isn't it kinda hard if
they're all grown up and everything?"

    "It can be hard," Mom nodded. "But if you find a weak-willed
momma's boy..."

    "Momma's boy!" I laughed.

    "...it's a lot easier than you think," Mom continued, but she was
giggling too. "And there's all kinds of ways to wrap a wimp around
your finger, Jenny."

    "Will you help me?" I wondered and Mom nodded.

    "Of course, I will," Mom sighed and smoothed my blanket. "I'm
always going to be here for you. In fact, I've already arranged a
little date for you this..."

    "What?" I gasped at her and my eyes got real big.

    "...Friday night," Mom grinned at the look on my face. "He's an
older man, but he has a very good job. He's the vice-president of a
bank. His mother assures me that he's a virgin too, which is perfect
for you."

    "Um...How much older is he?" I wondered nervously.

    "About your daddy's age," Mom shrugged. "Forty two, I think."

    "Oh," I couldn't hide my frown.

    "Now, Jen..." Mom rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with
dating an older man like that. It'll be good practice. You're not
going to marry him or anything."

    "I'm not?" I asked, feeling a little happier when I heard her say
that.

    "No," Mom shook her head. "He's just going to be practice. You can
do whatever you want with him too."

    "Anything?" I bit my bottom lip.

    "Pretty much," Mom shrugged. "But make him love you first, that's
the important thing. You have to practice that and after the man
completely adores you, well...then you can break him."

    "Break him?" I giggled.

    "Like an old toy," Mom laughed. "I promised his mother you'd send
the man back home in tears. She's worried that he doesn't really love
her enough."

    "Oh," I nodded, but I still had a lot to learn.

    "But what about the other boys, Mom? The ones I like?" I asked.
"If I'm gonna be with..."

    "His name's Henry, dear."

    "If I'm gonna be with Henry, training him and stuff..."

    "Don't worry," Mom rolled her eyes at me. "You can still have your
other boyfriends. In fact, that's part of his training and yours too!"

    "Mine?" I blinked at her.

    "Training to become a real woman," Mom nodded. "A man like Henry
won't ever be able to satisfy a girl like you, believe me. You have to
learn how a real man can make you feel good, inside and out."

    "But especially inside, right?" I giggled and Mom laughed.

    "Yeah. Especially inside," she agreed. "A big, strong, handsome
boy with a very large, thick penis will be exactly what you need to
keep you happy."

    "Only one?" I pouted playfully, just teasing her.

    "Noooo..." Mom corrected me. "As many as you want!"

    "Really?" I stared at her, but Mom was serious.

    "They're better two or three at a time, actually."

    "Oh," I smiled at that.

    "Or even more than that," Mom said. "Once in awhile. But you're
still growing, so I think two or three is enough at first."

    "And I get to pick them?" I asked eagerly, but trying not to look
eager, you know.

    "Of course, you do," Mom told me. "But if they're really men,
they'll pick you..."

    "They will?"

    "...because a girl like you, Jen, won't ever be able to say no to a
real man with a real penis."

    "But I have to be kinda choosy, right?"

    "Right," Mom smiled at that because I was learning fast. "Just
because some big stud picked you to ride his penis, doesn't mean he's
your boyfriend. Henry is going to be your boyfriend; those other boys
will just be..."

    "Fun!" I giggled and Mom laughed at me.

    "Exactly," Mom said. "It's important you remember that and come
home to Henry every night to let him know how special he is. How he's
the one you love and not those other boys. That's going to be a big
part of his training."

    "He has to love me back," I agreed, understanding what Mom was
saying.

    "In fact, it'll be best in the beginning if you just bring Henry
along when you have fun with other boys," Mom suggested. "That way he
can see how much you really need to be with real men."

    "But won't he get jealous?" I wondered with a frown.

    "Oh, a little bit maybe," Mom shrugged. "But true love is stronger
than jealousy. Once he realizes how his wimpy little penis could never
make you happy all by itself, he'll be begging you to find other men
to give you what you need."

    "He will?" I giggled at that.

    "Absolutely," Mom smiled at me. "So you keep your eyes open for a
boy you might like, because Friday night is your first date with
Henry."

    "Yeah," I nodded, because I knew some boys I already liked just
fine.

    "Make sure they're big though," Mom reminded me. "A girl has to
have standards."

    "Seven inches," I nodded and I'd never forgotten about that.

    "At least seven," Mom agreed. "That's the bare minimum if he's
really handsome."

    "If he's only sorta handsome..."

    "Eight inches," Mom wrinkled her nose at me. "And we don't have
fun with boys who aren't handsome, right?"

    "Right!" I giggled.

    "Unless he's ten inches," Mom laughed. "Then you just put a bag
over his head and slap him silly for being so ugly."

    "Mom!" I laughed too and sometimes it was hard to tell when she
was serious.

    "Well..." she shrugged and her blue eyes were twinkling happily.

    "Was my father handsome?" I wondered. "Or did he just have a
really big penis?"

    "Hmmm..." Mom thought about that for a second. "That's a good
question, Jen. I'm not sure. I got pregnant with you on my fourteenth
birthday."

    "You did?" I looked at her and she'd never told me that before,
all the details and stuff.

    "Uh-Huh," Mom sighed at the memory of it. "It was my first gang-
bang too, so I never really knew for sure who your father was and you
look so much like me anyway..."

    "Yeah," I giggled. "Um...What's a gang-bang?"

    "Oh, you don't know what a gang-bang is?" Mom gave me a funny
look. "What do they teach you in that school of yours?"

    "Math mostly," I frowned.

    "Well, a gang-bang is sorta like math," Mom giggled. "It's just
when a girl has fun with a lot of guys."

    "A lot of them?"

    "A whole bunch," Mom nodded. "And all at the same time too!"

    "Oh!" I blinked at that and then I wondered, "How many were there
at your gang-bang?"

    "I don't remember," Mom laughed. "I was too busy to count anyway.
It was a lot of fun though, I remember that."

    "Was Daddy there?"

    "Of course he was," Mom agreed pleasantly. "He watched the whole
thing and even helped clean me up in between."

    "In between?"

    "In between men, dear," Mom nodded. "Your daddy has the best
tongue! I would have married him just for that probably."

    "For his tongue?" I giggled.

    "That and his money," Mom shrugged. "And of course the way he's so
selfless and loving. I really don't know what I'd do without your
understanding daddy to comfort me after a long hard night."

    "Yeah," I sighed, hearing the love in my mom's voice and wishing I
could find a man like that someday too.

    "I certainly didn't marry him for his penis!" Mom rolled her eyes
as if I'd suggested she had, but she just wanted to explain it all to
me.

    "You never, um...I mean, he didn't..." I blushed as I tried to figure
out what I wanted to ask.

    "Let him put his penis inside me?" Mom asked and I nodded. "Just
once, on our wedding night. You'll have to let your husband do it
too."

    "I will?" I made a little face.

    "It's a custom, Jenny," Mom explained. "You have to consummate
your marriage."

    "Consummate," I nodded, thinking I'd have to look that word up if
I was gonna have to do it someday. "But he didn't make a baby or
anything?"

    "No," Mom shook her head. "I made sure he was wearing three
condoms before I let him near me. You don't want to let a wimpy little
penis contaminate your beautiful body."

    "Okay," I said, thinking that sounded better than what I'd
imagined at first.

    "And you especially don't want him to get any of his weak little
spermies inside you either..."

    "Ewwww..." I shivered at the idea of some scrawny half-man spurting
his thin stuff into my body.

    "...That would be embarrassing and you don't want a reputation," Mom
said with a stern look. "Nobody likes a slut, Jennifer."

    "Okay," I said seriously. Mom only called me Jennifer when she
really wanted me to pay attention to something.

    "It was probably a good thing I put those three condoms on him
too," Mom giggled as she relaxed again. "Your daddy almost had his
orgasm before he even got inside me!"

    "Really?" I giggled too.

    "But, I suppose after making him wait almost two years..." Mom
sighed. "It was understandable and I didn't mind."

    "Why not?"

    "Because the Best Man was right there next to me and as soon as
your daddy was done trying to diddle me, we went to work making your
sister, Janey."

    "Hmmm..." I sighed at the thought of getting pregnant on my wedding
night. "That's romantic."

    "Yeah," Mom agreed. "I had to be careful so I didn't get knocked
up before the wedding. It was hard too, but worth it, and call me old
fashioned..." she giggled, "...but I think a woman should get good and
pregnant on her wedding night."

    "I don't think that's old fashioned," I decided.

    "Oh?" Mom stroked my hair.

    "It's sweet," I said. "I hope I get pregnant on my wedding night
too."

    "Well, do what I did," Mom told me and she was just full of great
advice! "Pick the Best Man carefully and make sure he saves himself up
for it. You don't want a stud who can't make the night special, Jen.
You only get married once."

    "I know," I nodded. "I want a really handsome one."

    "With a very large penis," Mom agreed. "Janey's father must have
done me, ohhhh...Six times I bet."

    "You had sex with him six times?" I wondered. "Is that a lot?"

    "And one more in the shower after we woke up," Mom said. "So seven
times, and yeah, that's a lot for the Best Man after a pretty wild
wedding reception."

    "It doesn't sound like a lot," I said.

    "You're so cute, Jen." Mom laughed at me. "But that's why you need
two or three good boyfriends, remember?"

    "Yeah!" I stuck out my tongue. "Can I have like three Best Men?"

    "Well, you really only get one Best Man at the ceremony," Mom
said. "But I suppose you could have as many as you want afterwards.
It's your wedding."

    "I can't wait," I sighed.

    "Oh yes you can," Mom corrected me. "I was fifteen when I got
married and you're only thirteen. You need to have some fun before you
settle down. Enjoy your life and try a lot of different things."

    "Yeah," I agreed somewhat reluctantly, knowing she was probably
right, but getting married sounded so romantic. It made me kinda
itchy.

    "So what was his name?" I wondered. "Janey's father?"

    "You're not tired yet?" Mom gave me a look and I shook my head
quickly.

    "Nope! I like talkin' to you, Mom," I told her truthfully.

    "I like talking to you too," Mom smiled. "Okay, ummm...the Best Man...
I don't really remember his name. But I remember his penis! He wasn't
the Best Man for nothing, you know."

    "How about Jimmy's father?" I asked. "He must have had a huge
penis!"

    "What? Why?" Mom gave me a quizzical smile. Jimmy was my ten year
old half-brother. Thank God! I mean, I was glad that he was only half
my brother, but even that was too much, in my opinion.

    "Because he looks like a toad," I said. "Did his father look like
a toad?"

    "A toad?" Mom frowned at me. "He does not look like a toad,
Jennifer."

    "Well..." I cleared my throat guiltily. "He acts like one
sometimes."

    "Maybe sometimes," Mom laughed and she knew it was true. "Yeah,
his father had a very large penis, but he wasn't really ugly. Just..."

    "Did you put a sack over his head?" I wondered. "And slap the
ugliness out of him?"

    "No," Mom rolled her eyes. "I just let him do me on my tummy in
the dark. He gave the most wonderful massages too."

    "Really?"

    "Oh yes," Mom said. "And when he slipped that long, long penis
inside me, it was so nice that I didn't even care what he looked
like."

    "Is Jimmy going to have a big penis?"

    "I hope so," Mom sighed. "He doesn't have much else to offer a
girl unless he changes his attitude pretty darn quick."

    "Yeah," I frowned. "He's a butthead. Nobody likes him."

    "Well, some boys are like that," Mom told me. "I love him, I
really do, but if his penis isn't at least six inches long by the time
he turns thirteen..."

    "What are you gonna do?" I wondered.

    "I don't know," Mom said. "Sell him to some guys I know down in
Mexico maybe."

    "What?" I gasped and she just grinned.

    "I'm teasing!" Mom rolled her eyes at me. "We just have to
encourage your brother, right? Help him become the sort of man your
daddy is."

    "If his penis is small," I nodded. "I'm already teaching him, me
and Janey. Sorta."

    "Are you?" Mom smiled at me. "What are you girls up to?"

    "We just like to squeeze his nuts mostly...Oops, I mean testicles."
I blushed a little because I wasn't really comfortable using the sorta
bad words in front of my mom.

    "It's okay," Mom forgave me. "Boys have nuts and balls and cocks
and all that."

    "Oh!" I giggled and blushed.

    "I know how girls talk," Mom told me. "So you and Janey squeeze
his nuts, huh?"

    "Yeah," I nodded. "That's okay, right?"

    "Sure," Mom shrugged. "Just don't pop one."

    "Oh, we're careful," I promised her. "He likes it anyway, even
though he says he doesn't."

    "How do you know he likes it?" Mom asked me.

    "Because he's always askin' us to do it," I shrugged. "I even
kicked him once, really hard too, and the next day he asked me if I
wanted to kick him again."

    "Huh," she smiled at that.

    "He's so weird," I giggled. "He'll tell us to stop and cry and
everything, and say he doesn't like it anymore, but then he comes back
everytime."

    "Maybe Jimmy's a special boy after all," Mom said and I wondered
what she was thinking about.

    "Janey wants to squeeze his balls until his stuff comes out," I
told her. "You think that's okay?"

    "Well, he's only ten," Mom said. "I think Janey might have to wait
a little while before that happens."

    "Yeah," I nodded. "That's what I told her too."

    "But she can keep trying," Mom decided. "I think maybe I'll have
Jimmy move into Janey's room and sleep there from now on."

    "Really?" I blinked at my mom.

    "Yeah," Mom nodded. "The twins are getting too big to be sharing a
room with Jeff and John."

    "You're going to give Jimmy's room to the two Heathers?" I asked,
knowing that was what she meant. "He's not going to like that."

    "If he likes getting his balls squeezed by Janey he will," Mom
laughed. "He'll like it just fine and if Janey likes him..."

    "She likes his nuts," I shrugged.

    "I'll probably just give him to her," Mom decided. "A growing girl
like Janey needs a pet. It'll be good for both of them."

    "A pet?" I giggled.

    "She'll be twelve next month," Mom said. "Jimmy will make a good
birthday present, I think."

    "Okay," I said, sorta wishing I'd gotten a pet boy for my
birthday, but I wasn't like Janey. She really loved hurting Jimmy's
nuts a lot! I just did it cause I didn't like him.

    "But don't you tell her!" Mom warned me. "Don't spoil my
surprise!"

    "I won't!" I rolled my eyes and she was really an awesome mom. She
loved to spoil us and see the looks on our faces.

    "But if Jimmy does get a big penis, um..." I looked at my mom. "Does
that mean Janey can't keep him?"

    "What? No, she can still keep him if she wants," mom said. "But I
don't think your sister will be very impressed by a boy's penis, no
matter how big it is. Bigger might be worse, in Jimmy's case."

    "Really? Why?" I wondered, cause all I could think about was how
big a boy's penis might be. Bigger was better, Mom always said and I
believed her! Didn't all girls feel that way?

    "Because Janey's a lesbian, dear," Mom giggled at the look on my
face. "You didn't know that?"

    "Uh-uh," I shook my head.

    "I swear, I must have caught Janey with her fingers in Mary Beth's
cookie jar a dozen times already!"

    "Cookie Jar?" I widened my eyes because Mary Beth was Janey's best
friend and they were always together. Like those Siamese twins or
something, except different. Sometimes Janey made Mary Beth bark like
a dog and wiggle her butt while she licked my half-sister's feet. That
was pretty funny.

    "Her pussy," Mom said and then I was really staring. "No, I think
Janey only likes to hurt boys, she'll never love one the way you
will."

    "But...isn't that kind of...bad?" I wondered, feeling a little
confused.

    "For the boy maybe," Mom giggled and then caught the look on my
face. "Oh, don't worry. Some boys like that sort of thing and they'll
adore your sister, believe me."

    "Like Jimmy does," I nodded, because he really did like Janey a
lot, even after she hurt him.

    "Exactly," Mom nodded. "Janey's going to be a real castrating
bitch when she gets a little older."

    "Ah!" I gasped and then giggled.

    "What? Oh," Mom giggled. "It's okay, Jen. Your sister knows she's
a bitch. By the time she gets to be your age she'll be loud and proud
too."

    "She will?" I felt sorta lost. "What's a cas...castro...What did you
say before?"

    "Castrating bitch?" Mom asked and I nodded. "Mmmm...it's a girl who
likes to keep her boyfriend's testicles where she can find them."

    "Oh," I shrugged and that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me,
but I let it go. I'd ask Janey about it later.

    "Alright," Mom looked at her watch. "You have school tomorrow and
I have to get ready for my night out with the boys."

    "Okay," I agreed, not feeling very sleepy at all as Mom kissed my
forehead and pulled my covers up.

    "Give your daddy a kiss goodnight," Mom said, since he'd been
sitting at the foot of my bed listening to us.

    "Goodnight, Daddy," I smiled up at him as Mom got up and gave him
some room to bend over me.

    "Goodnight, Jen. Happy birthday, sweetheart," he gave me a kiss on
my forehead too. "Did you have fun today?"

    "It was great," I nodded happily and he was really smiling then
because he'd wanted it to be special for me.

    "You're the best daddy in the whole world," I told him, putting my
arms around his neck. "Sometimes I wish you were my real father."

    "Me too, Princess," Daddy sighed. "You make me so proud of you."

    "Do you want your daddy to sleep with you tonight?" Mom asked me.

    "Really?" I blinked at her and even Daddy looked surprised at
that. Mostly he slept in the guest room, but once in awhile, if it was
special, Mom would let Daddy sleep with me or Janey. Daddy was the
best pussy licker in all of creation and not only that, he really knew
how to lick a girl's butt! That was my favorite and I think I was
Daddy's favorite. He said my butt tasted like sweet cotton candy and
that always made me giggle.

    "Well, it is your birthday, Jen." Mom laughed and she was enjoying
this a whole lot and I knew she'd planned it as soon as I saw her
smile.

    "Oh! Thank you, Mommy!" I was almost shaking because I was so
happy!

    "Let me see that little dick of yours, darling. Stand up," Mom
said to Daddy and he pulled down the pretty pink panties he was
wearing under his frilly maid uniform. "You were such a good boy
today, such a perfect daddy for our little girl. I was so proud of
you. Did you change your condoms?"

    Daddy wasn't really a sissy or anything, but Mom had him dressed
up for my party like that because he'd been serving refreshments and
cleaning up, you know. It was cute and all of my friends from school
had laughed at him, but I knew Daddy loved me. That was why he'd been
so happy to do it, that and it made Mom happy too. My daddy would do
anything for my mother. Anything in the world and I was almost sorta
jealous sometimes.

    "I just put five fresh ones on," Daddy said. "I didn't cum or
anything. I just had to use the bathroom."

    "Of course you did. And look! You have an itty-bitty stiffy!" Mom
giggled and I was laughing too, just a little. "It looks like a little
dildo with all those rubbers on it."

    "I'm just glad Jenny had a good birthday," Daddy smiled at me.

    My daddy's wiener was like almost six inches long, but really
skinny and now it was covered with five condoms! It looked funny.
Beneath it I could see Daddy's little balls filled with his wimpy
sperm. It wasn't my daddy's fault he didn't have huge, manly balls. It
was just bad luck is all and sometimes I felt kinda sorry for Daddy,
but Mom always told me he was really lucky. If the man had a real
penis and real balls, Mom never would have married him! She'd have
only had sex with him and being married was way, way better than just
sex! Daddy knew it too.

    "Well, now you can make it even better for her. Don't take those
condoms off," Mom told him. "And don't you cum either. When I get home
in the morning I'm going to check."

    "Alright," Daddy agreed and he was watching me lick my lips in
anticipation. "It might be hard not to..."

    "I'm going to check with Jenny too," Mom winked at me. "If you
don't make her cum thirteen times tonight..."

    "Ah t-thirteen?" he blinked at her and I giggled.

    "...I'll be so disappointed," Mom pouted sadly, like her husband was
already letting her down. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

    "No!" Daddy declared as a big tear appeared in Mom's left eye and
threatened to spill down her cheek. "Never! I...I'll make sure she
cums!"

    "Thirteen times, Daddy! One for every birthday!" I grinned at my
mom and I was already feeling my little pussy getting all buttery
inside. I was gonna get a serious tongue spanking!

    "Oh! I know you will, darling!" Mom smiled and let out a deep
breath as she put her arms around his neck. "I love you so much.
You're the best husband a girl could ever ask for. You're so lucky I
married you!"

    "I love you too," Daddy sighed and he was shivering as Mom bent
down and kissed his bald spot. It was a good thing he had all those
condoms on his penis or he woulda made a real mess on Mom's knees
probably.

    "Now, be a good daddy and lick Jen's pussy extra nice," Mom said.
"I know you wish she was full of sperm, but just...pretend, okay? And
leave your little dickie alone! She's still a virgin and we're going
to find a real man to take care of that soon enough."

    "I think I want him to lick my butt first," I said. "Is that okay,
Mom?"

    "Of course it is!" Mom giggled and then looked at Daddy. "Kiss the
tummy now and I'll bring you breakfast in bed when I get home."

    "Yes dear," Daddy nodded eagerly as Mom pulled up her blouse so he
could kiss her swollen tummy. She was almost six months pregnant and
we were all excited to see what color the baby was gonna be.

    "Oh!" Mom grinned. "The baby kicked! He knows who his daddy is!"

    "Who's his father?" I wondered and Mom just shrugged.

    "I don't know," she answered. "But I hope he's black. Happy
birthday, Jen."

    "Bye Mommy," I gave her a little wave. "I love you!"

    "Love you too," she said, smiling as Daddy started pulling my
blanket down slowly. I told you she loves spoiling us.



The End

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