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Daddy and Me (Mf,cons, extreme-pedo)
By
Norm DePloom
I was young when momma died. I didn't have any
brothers or sisters, so that just left daddy and me to
help each other deal with momma's death. Even before
she died, when I woke up alone and scared, I would go
into the room she had shared with daddy and get into
their bed. If daddy woke up while I was climbing
under the covers, or any time before morning, he'd
send me back to my room. When that happened I'd set
on the edge of my bed for a few minutes, until daddy
fell asleep again, then sneak back into his room and
quietly climb back into his bed. Not long after she
died, daddy gave up trying to force me to stop getting
into his bed and just let me stay there.
Then one night, not long after that, when it was my
bedtime I just walked back to the room daddy used to
share with mommy and got into his bed. I've been
sleeping in his bed ever since. We almost always woke
up cuddled up next to each other, I think we both
needed the warmth and comfort of the other's body.
Before she died momma had several long talks with me
about men, women, bodies and sex. She said that daddy
would be too embarrassed so she had to do it before
she went away. So I knew what was happening when I'd
wake up in the morning all cuddled up next to my daddy
and feel his hard thing pushed up against my butt.
Momma had told me all about how men got hard, put
their hard penises inside the woman's vagina, and made
babies. She told me sex was great only if you were
doing it with someone you really, really loved. I
couldn't think of anybody I loved more than daddy.
One Saturday morning, when I woke up with my butt
against Daddy's hard penis, I started moving my bottom
gently against him. He moaned, and woke up. He put
his hands on my shoulders like he was going to push me
away, but instead of pushing he just held on to me
while I moved against him.
"No," he said, with his mouth so close to my ear his
hot breath sent chills down my back, "oh god, no. We
can't do this." I ignored what he said and continued
to rub against him until he twitched several times,
then sighed deeply as I felt the wetness soaking
through my panties. Daddy was real embarrassed all
day long, and tried to make me sleep in my own bed
that night, but I just waited until he was asleep
again then crawled back into 'our' bed, where I
belonged. The next time I woke him up that way he
didn't protest nearly as much.
I remember I woke up in the middle of the night once
and Daddy was sitting on the side of the bed crying.
I knew he was sad, and missed mommy. I was sad too.
I cried a lot during that time too. I got on my knees
on the edge of the bed and put my arm around his
shoulders.
"It's OK daddy," I said giving him a hug. I held him
for a few minutes, then I used my other hand to turn
his face toward mine and kissed him. I kissed him
just like I'd seen mommy kissing him before she died.
Daddy moaned, and tried to push me away but I held
onto his neck and kept my lips against his. I slowly
pushed my tongue between his lips. Daddy's body
stiffened, then he moaned again and his body relaxed
in my arms as his tongue slipped between my lips. I
could feel a thrill like I'd never felt before
throughout my whole body. I twisted around until I
was sitting on my daddy's lap with one knee on the bed
on each side of his legs. I held him tight and we
kissed, our tongues dancing against each others while
I felt him grow hard against the crotch of the white
panties I'd worn to bed that night. Even through his
pajamas and my under pants I could feel the heat of
his hard penis against my excited young vagina. I
held on to my daddy's neck and pushed my crotch
against him, gently moving back and forth while I
kissed him. Daddy wrapped his arms around my waist
and held me tight against his body while his tongue
roamed around inside my mouth. I had never felt
anything as nice as the feeling of rubbing my panty
covered vagina against his hard penis while we kissed.
Daddy held me so tight it almost hurt, and helped me
move my crotch back and forth, until I felt him jerk
several times against me. All the tension seemed to
drain out of him, and he relaxed as soon as that
happened.
I learned an important lesson about men that night, I
learned that there is a big difference between what is
'OK' when they are hard and desperate and what is 'OK'
after they've been satisfied. Almost as soon as his
penis stopped jerking against the crotch of my
panties, just as I felt the nice warm dampness
penetrate to my sensitive vagina, daddy stood up,
throwing me from his lap onto the floor, and started
yelling about how evil what we had just done was. I
got up and ran, crying, into my bedroom. Daddy came
in a few minutes later and tried to comfort me. I
faced away from him and sobbed while he tried to
explain that he didn't mean that I was evil or bad,
but just the thing we were doing.
"I blame myself, not you," he said, "I should have
been stronger and not allowed it to happen." I wasn't
really listening to him, I just laid there in my bed
weeping with a broken heart. Daddy had been sad and I
helped him feel better, at least for a few minutes.
How could that be bad? I don't remember falling
asleep, but it was while daddy was still trying to
comfort me. I had a dream that night, my mommy told
me that it was never wrong to make a person you loved
feel better. I woke up with a new resolve to do what
I knew had to be done to help my daddy.
The first thing I did, as soon as I got out of bed,
was to take the sheets and blankets off and put them
in the laundry. I left my old bed unmade, I wanted to
make it clear that daddy would never again be able to
force me out of 'our' bed just by being mean to me.
Next I took the clothes from my closet and hung them
up with my mother's clothes in the closet in 'our'
room. Finally, I made room in mommy's dresser for my
panties and socks. I was now moved into his room, and
his bed, and he wasn't going to find it easy to get
rid of me. Daddy just watched while I did this and
didn't say a word.
That night, when it was bedtime I got into 'our' bed
and fell asleep waiting for daddy to join me. I woke
up early in the morning to find I was alone in the
bed. I got up and wandered into the front room where
I found daddy asleep on the couch. That's OK, I
thought, I can be more stubborn than him. It took
three nights for daddy to get tired of the couch and
climb back into the bed with me. The next morning we
just cuddled, I didn't rub against him or anything.
The next morning I woke up feeling my daddy's hard
penis pressed up against my but. I'm sure it had been
moving gently, rubbing on my fanny, but as soon as I
was awake it stopped. I turned over so I was facing
my daddy then slipped my hand down inside his pajama
bottoms and touched his penis for the first time. It
was warm and more than filled my hand. It didn't take
me long to find where my daddy was the most sensitive.
I avoided those places. I was enjoying the closeness
and contact, and I didn't want him to finish too fast.
I was afraid he might turn mean again afterward. I
don't know how long I stroked my daddy before he
responded.
"Please," was all he said as he put his hand on top of
mine and helped me do it just the way he liked. Once
I was doing it just like he wanted, my daddy put his
arms around my naked body and held me close to him. I
heard him moan, and he started moving his hips. I
held my hand still and let him move in my grasp. He
brought his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my
mouth just as he jerked several times and I felt his
warm slimy liquid all over my fingers. I held my
breath and laid still, waiting to see if he was going
to erupt emotionally like he had the last time. I
relaxed, and began to breath again as Daddy continued
to hold me and gently showered my face with kisses. I
fell asleep with my naked body cuddled up to my daddy
and his sperm drying on my fingers.
I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. I was a
little afraid to get out of the bed and go looking for
my daddy, there was still a chance that he could be
suffering from morning regret after what we had done
the previous night. After a few minutes it got to the
point where I couldn't stand not knowing so I got out
of bed and, after going to the bathroom wandered out
into the living room, still as naked as the day I was
born. I found my daddy on the couch reading the
newspaper and drinking coffee.
"Good morning sleepy head," he greeted me without
mentioning my lack of clothing. He seemed to be in a
much better mood than he'd been in since mommy died.
I wasn't. I'd been so preoccupied with helping my
daddy feel better that I found myself feeling deprived
and vaguely frustrated. I walked over to my daddy
and, putting one hand on each of his cheeks, brought
my lips to his and pushed my tongue into his mouth.
Daddy stiffened at first, but then he relaxed and,
letting the paper fall to the floor, put his arms
around me. I climbed up on his lap with one knee on
the couch on each side of his legs, just like I had
done on the edge of the bed a couple of nights before.
This time, though, I was naked and the only thing
separating my vagina from my daddy's penis was the
thin material of his pajama bottoms.
"Please daddy," I begged softly as I left a trail of
kisses from his mouth to his ear, then down onto his
neck, while I pushed my naked crotch against his
rapidly growing penis, "please." Daddy moaned deeply.
I felt his hands move down my back and across my fanny
as his fingers curled between my legs and the electric
thrill of having my vagina touched for the first time
surged up my spine and exploded inside my head. I
instinctively arched my back, thrusting my butt back
to give him better access. I planted my lips on his
and thrust my tongue as far into his mouth as I could
reach as I felt the tip of his finger spread me open
and push inside my eager vagina. I reached down
between our bodies and frantically tried to push his
pajamas down to expose his hard penis. We never
stopped kissing as daddy pulled his finger out and I
pushed myself down onto him.
Mommy had told me that it might hurt the first time,
but I guess I was to excited to notice. I felt myself
stretching to accommodate him and, just as it got to
the point where it was starting to hurt I realized
that he was all the way inside me. I was setting in
my daddy's lap with his hard penis completely inside
my vagina. We sat, joined but not moving, for several
minutes before daddy grasped my butt and began to
gently move me up and down.
Mamma was right, it was the most wonderful experience
in the world.
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