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Subject: Title story: "My Loving Father" Author: INCESTOR                                                                   60014179
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My Loving Father By Jame
Note: if incest bothers you don't read. Searching for Mr. Right doesn't always
      lead to him. Sometimes Mr. Right is Mr. Wrong, and sometimes Mr. Right was
      there all along in the last place we would have looked. Jame I got married
      early, to a guy I thought I was in love with. I became pregnant almost
      immediately, and had a beautiful baby girl. For the first couple of years
      my marriage was perfect, but then my Brad, my husband, lost his job. He
      began to drink heavily, and the bills went unpaid. He began to get angry
      and sullen, and started snarling and cursing me at the slightest
      provocation. Then, one day, he hit me. It was only a slap, but sent me
      flying back against the wall. From then on every time he was around me I
      walked on eggshells, fearful and worried. Several more times he hit me. At
      first they were slaps, then he started punching me. I left him and took my
      daughter, Ann, home to live with my father. Dad was happy to put us up. He
      still had the big house me and my five brothers and sisters had grown up
      in, and since we'd all left, and Mom had died, I guess he was a little
      lonely there. Dad and I hadn't been especially close when I was growing
      up. He was always working, doing lots of overtime to support us all, and
      when he did have spare time I guess he mostly spent it with my brothers.
      Going from the constant menace and fear that I had lived with to my Dad's
      house was an overwhelming relief. Living with Brad, even though he hadn't
      actually hit me that much, had reduced me to a kind of fearful mouse,
      afraid of saying the slightest thing that would cause him to get angry.
      Now I was home. Safe. I had the big old house to be alone with Ann, and I
      had my Daddy to look after me. I think that I was so timid and jittery
      from my time with Brad that I went out of my way to be nice to my father,
      insisting on doing the dishes and housework, scurrying to meet his every
      need. I felt so safe there, and so grateful to him, that my love for him
      just seemed to grow and grow, and I often hugged him just from sheer
      happiness. I even took to slipping onto his lap now and then, kind of
      reliving my girlhood days. Only now I had Daddy all to myself, and he had
      more time for me. He didn't work overtime any more, and would come home
      promptly at five thirty. I greeted him at the door, kissing and hugging
      him, and having his dinner ready. One day I was wearing a thin summer
      dress. It was one of those flowery things, with spaghetti straps over the
      shoulders to hold the top up. I had no bra under it, but my breasts were
      firm and round, and not really big, so I didn't really need one. I hugged
      daddy when he came home and he had his dinner, then I cleaned up the
      dishes. I was hot, and I was being especially nice to him because I wanted
      to suggest that he get an air conditioner. I was acting just the way I
      used to as a kid, I guess, buttering up the old man to get my way. After
      I'd cleaned everything I went into the bathroom and checked my hair. I
      gave my blonde locks a few more brushes, setting the bangs just right so I
      looked sweet and cute, then went out into the living room. "Daddy?" I
      asked. "Yes, honey?" I slid onto his lap and he brought his arm around
      behind my back as I rubbed my head against his shoulder a little. "What
      now?" he asked, his voice sounding a little amused. "What do you mean?" I
      asked, all innocence. "When you use that tone of voice and start acting
      like a big eyed puppy I know you want something," he snorted. "But I love
      you," I pouted. I shifted myself a little, putting an arm over his
      shoulder, and it was then I felt something hard against my ass. I blinked
      in surprise, for I knew he had a hard-on. At first I was shocked, but then
      a whole bunch of feelings swirled around in my head. First, I felt an
      amazed delight, that I had managed to make him hard like that without even
      trying. I guess that was the cock-tease in me. Then there was the
      understanding that since my mom had died five years ago he must've not had
      any sex. As for me, I considered sex almost irrelevant. I had been taught
      it was something you pretty much had to do for your man, and the best
      thing you could do was to relax and hope it didn't hurt too much. Sex with
      Brad had always been rough and fast. He'd get on and hump away for four or
      five minutes, then roll off with a sigh and go to sleep. I'd heard about
      orgasms, but never had one on my own. I was so naive I hadn't even
      masturbated. Like I said, it wasn't that I thought sex was dirty or
      shocking or nasty... just... unimportant. Shrug. But I loved Daddy so much
      then, that I was delighted that he was getting a hard-on. I hardly had to
      think for a second to realize that he would probably like to fuck me. Even
      Brad at his drunkest had liked fucking me. So I got a kind of wicked smile
      on my face as I felt my Daddy's hard-on pressing into my ass. I rubbed
      myself deliberately against him, and kind of turned a little ...
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