This is the first story I ever wrote (with the help of a gay friend to help me through some of the "think like a guy" parts), and I wasn't sure what my writing style was, yet. The first few chapters will be from the perspective of individual characters, but after 4 or 5 (7 or 8? don't remember) chapters I just started writing like a normal person :-P I started rewriting the beginning to match the style of the most recent chapters, but it was just so much work... and I have other stories I need to tell, too... so if the perspective shifts seem super annoying, hang in there, because they don't last long, I think. I have like 10 or so chapters already written, and I will need to convert them to these webpages one at a time, so hang in there, it gets better... and sorry in advance if you think it sucks. :-( But IMO it gets better.
Chapter 3 - Mf ~ infant
Stephen's Memory.
I left my daughter's room, and returned to mine. Christine was
fast asleep and breathing deeply, TV on and volume low. I crawled into bed and mindlessly looked at whatever she had on, feeling sated from first having sex with my wife, then exchanging oral orgasms with my daughter. My mind wandered...
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We had been married for seven years before Christine got pregnant. She'd never really wanted kids, but we
hadn't taken any special precautions to not have them. We had about figured we were incapable of having kids
when it finally happened during what I called, "The month of three nights in a row," which is because we were already down to
having sex less only about once a month. But, for a few days, she'd found her libido. Marriage.
She kind of flipped out when she peed on the stick, but I was supportive because I found myself actually kind of excited... prospective fatherhood suited me. I was a computer software contractor so we made arrangements that I would be primarily a "work from home parent" after the baby came, because she didn't want to give up her real estate job. And this was
fine.
A few months into the pregnancy we found out we were expecting a daughter.
I never had any idea back then about the relationship my daughter and I would share. I was in full "Dad" mode, and those
kinds of thoughts never even crossed my mind.
The baby came and we had a crash course in "being a parent to a newborn" for a few weeks, and after 2 months
Christine went back to work. I had never suspected how much "lack of sleep" would make everything else in life so much more difficult.
The first incident happened when Lindsey was 3 months old, or so. It was the middle of the night, and she started
crying again, and even though it was Christine's turn to get up she angrily shoved me and told me to take care of the baby because she was
"tired and had to work in the morning." It irritated me because she said it like it was a given I didn't do anything all day while she was at work... something no one would ever accuse of a stay-at-home
mother.... and it irrationally angered me because of the exhaustion of not getting
much sleep for weeks on end. Little things that you could ordinarily blow-off really
bug you when your defenses are already down.
So I was probably a little abrupt when I went down the hall to the nursery, changed her diaper in the dark, and sat with her in the
glidey-rocker to sooth her back to sleep. She was fussy. In about 5 seconds she spit her pacifier on the floor... I couldn't quite reach it.
Something that becomes relevant now: I have always slept in the nude. I have since I was a teenager.
Since we never had any kids, I never got into the habit of wearing a bathrobe around
the house in the middle of the night to the bathroom, or the fridge, or whatever... so I wasn't wearing anything now. It seriously wasn't anything
dubious, it was just how things were. She was an infant, there was never any ill
or inappropriate intent, so I hadn't bothered putting anything on that night when I went to sooth her back to sleep.
So I couldn't reach her pacifier while holding her over my shoulder.... I gently
lay her down on her tummy, on my legs, my hand on her back holding her steady, so I could slouch down to reach her pacifier.... and that's when it happened. She must have felt it against her cheek like her mother's nipple, and she had taken my penis into her mouth. She was a tiny
baby with a tiny mouth, and as penises go I am not a small man, and I have been told a little thicker than average, but I was completely flaccid as sex was the last thing on my mind, and hell, I probably had a little shrinkage happening, so she was able to suck me into her mouth just past my head. And then she started suckling, finally calming down. And let me tell you... babies have a STRONG sucking reflex.
Now, your instinct when you are suddenly having your penis sucked is to make no sudden moves, because ordinarily there are teeth to worry about, so I didn't jump or jerk her away or anything.... which was just as well. She was just a little baby and
with a panicky movement I may have dropped or hurt her. I was already adjusting my posture... I
had just snagged her pacifier and had it looped over my thumb. I had several moments to register that her mouth felt REALLY good.... but to my credit, at that time, I was doing everything in my power to stop this from happening. All in all, she probably suckled me for about 20 seconds... and
my body had started to respond to the sensation, and I pulled her mouth off me just in time. I wasn't even half erect yet but ridge of head of my penis still caught behind her gums... I think if fully erect she never would have been able to get it all the way into her mouth to begin with.
I popped her pacifier in her mouth, put her on my shoulder, and said soothing things to her as I rocked her to sleep, sitting there fully erect and kind of stunned at what had just happened. After a few minutes I got her put back into her crib, and quietly left her room and returned to mine. I lied down over the sheets, still fully erect... I reached down and realized the tip of my penis was still wet from her slobbery mouth. I started rubbing her saliva into my skin... and before I knew it, I was slowly masturbating and thinking about the first pseudo-blowjob I'd gotten in a year. Christine never enjoyed giving them. I thought about waking my wife up and fucking her, but we'd only had sex once since the baby and she complained and said it hurt and she would let me know when she was
ready... so instead I just laid there and stroked myself with one hand, and came into my other hand so I wouldn't
make a mess on everything (hey, I'm the one doing laundry around here), and rinsed my hand off in the bathroom sink. Head now clear, I realized how insane and wrong that situation with Lindsey was, and I knew it would never happen again.
I was certain of that as I fell back to sleep that night.