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Copyright � 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Daddy and Me

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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