Subject: If Wishes Came True
Story Codes: Mg incest father-daughter
Updated: May 1, 2018
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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As anyone can see from the number of entries I post, when it comes to my
writings I'm not much into fantasies. In fact I just counted and I've
posted almost 300 diary entries versus only eight fantasies. Why? Well,
I find that it's actually a lot easier to write about the actual events
in my life than those I dream about - after all, all I have to do is just
write them down! Personally, I find that writing a fantasy that sounds
plausible is lot harder than it sounds. If you don't believe me just
read most of the crap posted on-line (pardon my French, that's the nicest
thing I can say about them).
So anyways, recently I was talking to a friend around the time when the
PowerBall lottery was HUGE, both of us daydreaming about how our lives
would change if we won all those millions of dollars. My thoughts along
those lines continued as later at home while I was masturbating I started
to think about how my life would also be different if I could go back in
time and change a few of the events in my life. As they say on TV, this
one is based on a true story. Unlike my diary entries though, obviously
it's been "enhanced" as part of my fantasy life. Even so, it's fun to
imagine if...
From: Ibs <cjpower4@gmail.com>
To: Kelly85 <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, March 7, 2016 4:45 AM
Subject: I truly love your work
I'm following your work since years and I love it. When you've deleted
all, I was so sorry. You have rewritten some of this work, but they
can't be as good as the originals. They don't sound as genuine as before.
But I still appreciate them very much
Last three years, your personal diary wasn't as rich as before. I loved
the dialogs via mail with your fans. Instead they are replaced with
stories written with the feats the new 'man fans'. Those stories are
mainly boring, gross, with no interest at all. Happily, you keep writing
your diary, with your style that is fantastic.
What I like above all in your work, is that you write perfectly. And your
work often seems authentic. That's why I love it. Even if it is probably
only fantasies, you make me believe they are true.
This recent: "20160304 If Wishes Came True..." is, at my opinion, too
fast written. I can't believe anything there. But this one is a pearl:
"20160214 Valentine's Day Reunion" .The best you have written since
years. Thank you for this piece of delicacy.
I also love to see the evolution in your FAQ section. This part of your
work is interesting, I love it.
Could you believe me if I say this: We, old and true fans, don't write to
you and don't try to establish contact with you, but we deeply appreciate
your work. And we aren't gross people like the people who wrote
unbelievable stories recently for you.
Please, Kelly, please keep the delicacy, the finesse, the sensitivity
that make your work above all others works here, in this ASSTR site that
I like so much.
And please forgive my frankness, I feel you deserve it. Forgive also my
bad English, since it isn't my native language.
Kiss,
IBS
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - My Fantasy Wishes
Chapter 2 - Watching My Dad Masturbate
Chapter 3 - Joining My Dad in the Hot Tub
Chapter 4 - Mom Interrupts
Chapter 5 - My Dad Gets His Wish
Chapter 6 - Postlude
Chapter 1 - My Fantasy Wishes
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So what would you wish for if you found an old tarnished lamp at a garage
sale and a genie suddenly popped out when you rubbed it? Admit it -
you've fantasized about it! It's narrowing it down to three that would
be the toughest part. Here's a few of my options:
Wish #1 My father was my "first"
I don't think I've ever had sex with my dad where it didn't at least
cross my mind for a moment that I wished I'd allowed him be my first.
Sorry... right now the people who read my diary are probably rolling
their eyes thinking, "Oh no, here she goes again!" but it's something
that means a lot to me. Yes, I know it technically wasn't my "fault" as
my mom is really the one to blame for holding him back. Even so, I can't
help but wish that I'd been a little less na‹ve and recognized what I now
know were such blatantly obvious signals! Like, most people would think
that sitting on your dad's lap while naked in the hot tub with his full-
blown erection poking up between your legs would be a pretty darn obvious
hint. Well, that's easy for them to say but don't forget, my dad often
masturbated when I was around and seeing him with an erection was
"normal" from my perspective. As I got older I wasn't THAT clueless - I
knew I was the reason for his condition but at the same time it didn't
mean I had a clue that he wanted to have sex with me! my mom had taught
me early on that my father was also a man and men can't control what
their dicks do when young girls sit on their laps - especially if she's
naked.
So anyways, I've already written a fantasy story about how I dream things
might have been different if my daddy had been my first so there's no
sense in dwelling on it further here.
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Wish #2 The Brother I Never Had
Like my previous wish, I've already written a fantasy story about how I
dream that things might have been different had I had a brother so go
read that one if you want to know more.
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Wish #3 Relive my "hot tub experience"
Other than giving him my father virginity, this is definitely the one
change in my life that I wish for the most. Actually, it's tied pretty
close to that wish as had things gone different when I was eight, who
knows what would have happened by the time I was twelve or thirteen?
While I won't go so far as to say I resent my mother for her actions, I
feel pretty strongly that she was wrong and as such I keep it in my heart
as something I want to be sure I never do when it comes to my raising own
daughters. If you haven't read what I'm talking about I suggest reading
my diary entry for June 20, 1993 "Birds and Bees", or for a shorter
version read "My Thoughts About Masturbation" in the "About Me" section
of my dairy where I refer to it. In short, while my mom was OK with me
getting a sex-ed class from my dad while in the hot tub, when his passion
grew to where he started to urge me to do more than just stroke his dick
my mom stepped in and put a halt to everything. At the time I had no
idea what was happening between the two of them, let alone have any idea
what he wanted from me when he started pulling my head closer to his
crotch.
So what might have happened if my mother hadn't been so paranoid? How
would my life have changed had she come to terms with what her father had
done to her and that her experience was different than what my dad
desired to have with me? After all, in the end it all worked out well
between her and her dad.
Chapter 2 - Watching My Dad Masturbate
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When I was just eight years old the single most important man in my life
was my dad. That's not so unusual as I suspect that's true for most
daughters at that age. I loved my father and wanted nothing more than to
please him and make him happy. If I needed to be punished (I admit it -
I was by no means the perfect child!) the worst thing he could do wasn't
to spank me or impose a "time out". No, all my dad had to do was say he
was disappointed in me and that I'd made him sad to punish me.
Being only eight years old, sex wasn't something I thought about or even
really knew about for that matter. Oh sure I knew what it was - it would
have been sort of hard NOT to if your father watched as much porn as my
dad did. Still, as a child I was more bored by it than interested and
definitely not turned on by any means. Associating what was happening on
the TV as he watched his videos with my own parents was simply a step I
wasn't mature enough to make. I mean, MY parents would never do those
gross things... right? When you take into consideration that my parents
made a point of never making love in front of me, why would I think any
different?
As a family we weren't nudists by any means but that didn't mean we were
ashamed or even embarrassed to be naked in front of each other. If I ran
around without anything on my mom might scold me but things like scooting
across the hall damp and bare between the bathroom and my room after a
bath weren't frowned upon. Yes, there WERE times when it was deemed
appropriate to be nude with playing in the hot tub being probably the
most applicable. My dad was always fretting over anyone wearing anything
in the tub, claiming it had something to do with messing up the water
chemistry which I never quite understood. Whatever the reason, the
result was that we never wore anything while in it unless my friends or
someone from outside our family were present. The only family members
who joined in nude were my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi but then they
were practically part of our family if you consider how much time they
spent at our house.
One thing my dad's porn DID do was confirm my mom's teachings that his
erections were simply something all men seemed to have so when my dad
would get big and hard with me on his lap, especially when I was bare-
bottomed, it didn't seem out of place to me. Again, associated his
erections with sex was simply too mature a concept for me at that age.
It was just something that happened when I was around so what was the big
deal?
As I said, my parents didn't allow me to see them making love and so far
in my short life they also didn't openly masturbate. Unknown to me at
the time, that would change soon once my mom recognized my growing
interest in what was going on between my legs but at this time I hadn't
seen my dad going at it. Well, he might have been doing it when I would
walk in the room but as soon as he saw me he would stop and nothing was
mentioned about it.
You can imagine my surprise when one day while I was playing in my room I
thought that I heard something unusual coming from my parents' bedroom.
Our house is almost 100 years old with thin walls separating the bedrooms
so it wasn't uncommon for me to hear some pretty odd things at times,
especially when they thought I was asleep, but it was always with my mom
in the room. At this moment I knew she was out shopping, though, so that
didn't explain anything.
Being naturally curious, I peeked out of my bedroom door and saw that the
door to my parent's bedroom was cracked open. Although I knew when the
door was shut that it mean I wasn't supposed to disturb them, it wasn't
ALL the way shut. A little angel on my shoulder told me that I shouldn't
look, that my dad had meant to close the door but somehow didn't get it
shut tight, but the devil on the other shoulder countered and won out
as my curiosity was simply too much to put aside. As silently as I could
I put my face up to my parents' bedroom door and peered inside...
Well, if I'd been surprised by the SOUNDS coming from the room, that was
nothing compared to what I SAW. First, my dad was laying naked on the
bed. No big deal there - that in itself wasn't so unusual as my parents
slept nude (something I wouldn't do until much later after I turned
twelve). No, it was what my nude father was DOING that made my jaw drop.
Lying flat on his back with his head propped up by a couple of pillows,
my dad was gripping his hard dick and stroking his hand up and down on
it! The sounds I'd heard were his groaning and moaning as he played
with himself with his eyes tightly shut. I'd seen him touching himself
before watching his porn, but I'd never seen him so worked up like this.
Being a girl and not having a dick myself, I sometimes would see my dad's
and wonder what it was like to have one of those silly things. It seemed
to me it would be so uncomfortable to have that thing stuck between my
legs, especially when it was big and hard. How did he even walk with it?
While I wasn't masturbating yet (that was still a few years off for me),
I sometimes would rub my hand over my smooth bare eight year-old pussy
and think to myself how happy I was that I didn't have such a silly thing
down there.
I watched, mesmerized as he lifted his hips up and groaned even louder!
For a moment I thought maybe he was in pain or hurting. Was what he was
doing trying to make himself feel better or was it actually hurting him
to do it? If that was the case, why do it?
Then I gasped and quickly put my hand over my mouth so he wouldn't hear
me but there was little chance of that as suddenly he started to pee on
himself! Well, that's what I thought but then I'd seen my dad pee enough
to recognize that it was something different. Instead of a steady stream
of pee, this stuff was thicker and came out in spurts, the first one
practically shooting up to his hairy chest. It was quickly followed by
another and then more as his hips jerked up and he gripped his dick.
Then it was like he collapsed and again I worried something was wrong
until I heard him sigh and drop his hands to his sides, breathing
heavily.
Something told me I'd seen something I shouldn't have and that I was
going to be in trouble if he caught me watching so I turned to go back to
my room. My heart was pounding but then it felt like it stopped when I
bumped into my mom who had been standing right behind me. I had no idea
she was there! She must have sneaked up behind me and as hard as I was
concentrating on what my dad had doing I guess I just never heard her.
"Mom!" I gasped but she put her finger to her lips in the universal sign
to keep quiet. Grabbing me by the shoulders, she silently guided me back
to my room where she sat next to me on the bed.
"Well, well, so why were you spying on your dad?"
I was mortified. Was she going to tell dad what I'd been doing? My
defensive mode automatically kicked in.
"I didn't mean it... daddy left the door open," I pleaded my case.
My mom put her arm around me and hugged me. "You're right Kelly, I need
to talk to him about that. But you need to know that what he was doing
wasn't anything bad. In fact, ALL men do it. It makes them feel
better."
Actually I wasn't so sure about that. From what I'd seen he looked
almost like he was in pain! Not to mention that when he was done he sure
looked relieved that it was over.
"What was the icky stuff that came out of him?" I asked, my original
fears quickly dissipating to be replaced by being curious to know more.
My mom hesitated, getting that look on her face she always did whenever
she was debating something. "It's something men make to have babies.
But it also comes out when they feel really really good."
"Babies?" This was a new one for me. At this point we really hadn't had
the full birds and bees discussion and the only sex acts I seen were
those from my dad's porn collection. I may not have been all that
knowledgeable but even to me it wasn't like any of those people were
trying to have a baby!
"Well, I can tell you more about that some other time, OK?" my mom said,
putting me off for the moment at least.
"But Mom, if it makes daddy feel good, why haven't I seen him doing it
like that before?"
OK, so I was curious and being eight, not as easily put off when I wanted
to know about something. My mom evidently realized that I wasn't going
to be put off so easily so she answered, "Well, now that you bring it up
I don't really know. I guess we just thought it might confuse you."
"So he likes it when he does that to his penis? I was worried it was
hurting him. When I've seen him touching himself before he never acted
like that."
My mom laughed gently and rolled her eyes just a little. "Oh yes, he
likes it, that's for sure. Men also love it when someone else does that
with their penis."
Whether she realized it or not, she'd just raised a host more questions
in my head. "You mean he likes OTHER people to touch him like that? Do
you touch daddy's penis mommy?"
She bit on her lip a little as she realized the door she'd inadvertently
opened but then one thing I for which I give her credit, my mom has never
lied to me. Oh sure she might omit something or tell me she couldn't say
anything but other than Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and such things I
don't know of any time she's ever deliberately said something to mislead
me.
"Yes, that's something I do because I love your father and I want to
please him. That's what wives do... well, most wives."
Whether she realized or not, she was just raising even more questions and
thoughts for me. "I love daddy too. So does that mean I can make him
happy too?"
My mom's cheeks puffed out and she slowly released her breath as she
usually did when stalling for time to think. "Well, that's something
maybe you can do when you get older."
Didn't make any sense to me and I told her so. "Why mommy? Why do I
have to wait? How old do I have to be to make daddy happy?"
"Kelly, you make your daddy happy now so don't worry about it. It's just
not something little girls are supposed to do with their daddies, OK?
And for another thing, you shouldn't go peeking into our bedroom, even if
the door is cracked open, OK?"
There was a tone of finality in her that I knew all too well. "Because I
said so..." - last refuge of a parent when reasoning with their child.
With that she left me, feeling a little discouraged and unsure of what to
do. It seemed I was never old enough to do anything!
Chapter - 3 Joining My Dad in the Hot Tub
=========================================
Later that evening I looked out my bedroom window down onto the deck and
saw my dad was in the hot tub. Nothing unusual in that as he LOVED
soaking in it and usually took a quick dip most evenings. Sometimes we
would join him but usually he was alone. My mom was in bed reading and
didn't seem to hear me when I softly padded down the steps to the first
floor. Making my way out to the deck, I approached my dad.
"Daddy?" I said, rather loudly in order to be heard over the horrible
noise of the jets.
He'd been laying back with his eyes closed and jumped at the sound of my
voice.
"Oh it's you Kelly," he smiled, "You startled me!"
"Sorry daddy," I apologized and turned to leave.
"No, it's OK, I was just resting. One of those days at the office."
"Can I come in?" I asked.
"Sure... where's your mom?"
He was just making conversation I guess as when I told him how she was in
bed with her book it didn't seem to make any difference. I quickly
pulled my nightshirt up and over my head and carefully climbed in the
tube naked as was the norm. The water was super-duper hot as always and
it took me a few moments before I was immersed to my neck on the seat
opposite him.
"Why are you sitting way over there baby?" he teased me, "You know better
than that."
I smiled. Of course I knew what he liked but it made me feel good for
him to ask me. It was a little ritual we always played out with me
pretending I'd forgotten where he liked me to sit and him asking me why I
sitting was in the wrong place. Soon I was where I was supposed to be
whenever I was alone with him in the hot tub - on his lap. It's not like
I didn't other times but it always made me feel special when we were
together for him to want me to be closer to him.
As we were both naked, with my bare butt was positioned right over his
crotch I could easily feel the lump under me. Nothing unusual there as I
knew what it was. I mean, it wasn't like it was something he could just
push out of the way. I wiggled a little, giggling as I knew what he
would say and he didn't disappoint me.
"Now stop that, you know what happens when little girls wiggle like that
on their daddy's lap."
Of course I did - it was as predictable as the sun rise. I giggled even
more as I felt the lump pressing against me get even larger. Not having
one of those things myself, it never failed to fascinate me how it did
that. Since he seemed to like it when it did, I made it a point to make
him grow as hard as I could whenever I was sitting on his lap.
Daddy put his arms around me and pulled me in close to him. "You're such
a little tease, you know that? Someday when you grow up you're going to
drive the boys crazy."
"Daddy!" I pretended to be annoyed, "You're silly."
As I leaned back into his chest, his penis slipped up between my legs.
Wow, he was REALLY big now and I could feel him as he rubbed up against
me between my legs. It felt better now than when it was pushing up
against my butt, that was for sure. Then I thought back to what my mom
had said earlier about making daddy feel good. I felt torn between
obeying her about waiting until I was older and my desires to please my
father. Well, if it was REALLY bad then he would stop me, wouldn't he?
Feeling a little naughty for not listening to my mom's specific
instructions, I reached down between my legs where I grabbed him with my
hand. It was so thick now that I could barely get my fingers around it!
It was the first time I'd held him like this so I was a little surprised
at how hard it felt yet soft at the same time.
"Ummmmm, you really shouldn't do that baby," my dad started to say but at
the same time he didn't do anything to stop me so I continued to just
hold his penis.
"But mommy told me that you liked it when someone held it," I protested.
Daddy reached over and pushed the button to turn off the jets. Suddenly
it seemed so quiet! I could even the cars as they drove past our house
over the brick street.
"Oh? And just when did you mother tell you THAT?" he asked quietly, not
having to shout over the jets any more.
"This morning," I answered.
"So what brought that up?"
Uh oh, now I was going to have to tell him I was spying on him. I
started to pull my hand away, hoping that maybe if I let go then he
wouldn't press me any further.
"It's OK, you can hold it if you want to," he told me, reaching down and
taking my hand to guide it back to his dick, "So what else did your
mother tell you today?"
Uh, oh, I was trapped now. I could never lie to my dad so I told him
everything my mom had said, at least as best I could remember.
For a moment he was silent and I worried that I'd done something wrong or
that he might be upset with my mom for telling me these things. Then he
sighed and kept quiet a few more moments before going on.
"Well, she was right about one thing... men DO love it when someone
touches them."
"So it's OK if I touch your penis daddy?"
He cleared his throat and avoided my question by saying, "What do you say
we call it my cock? Penis just sounds too clinical for me."
"Cock?"
Another sigh... "Yes Kelly, people call them all sorts of things and
you'll learn them all I'm sure someday. For now let's just call it my
cock, OK?"
"OK daddy," I agreed happily. It made me feel more grown up somehow, not
sure why but it did. "So am I doing it right?"
"What you're doing is fine Kelly, but it would be even better if you
moved your hand up and down on it."
Hmmmmmm, sounded easy enough. I spread my legs apart and tried pushing
my hand down and he jumped.
"Ow! Don't grip it so hard baby, let your hand slide over it."
"Oh I'm sorry daddy... did I hurt you?" I asked, fearing I'd done
something horribly wrong.
"It's OK, you'll learn," he assured me.
The hot water made it easy for my hand to slide up and down his cock and
I slowly moved my hand from the bottom to the top, up and down.
"That's better Kelly... a little faster," he encouraged me. I felt so
good inside knowing he liked what I was doing!
Then I heard him gasp a little as I sped up. I smiled, pleased that I
was making my daddy feel even better.
"Hang on a second," he interrupted me, grabbing me and lifting me up as
he got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub with his feet resting on the
seat now. He turned me around and smiled at me.
"Here, this will make it easier for us both," he instructed me, "Now you
kneel on the seat and just keep doing what you were doing."
I was thrilled and fascinated all at the same time. I focused all my
attention on his cock. I was never going to call it a penis again - that
was for little girls and now I was a big girl. Somehow he seemed to grow
even bigger as I did it!
"Don't stop... Oh God Kelly, don't stop!" he groaned.
I continued to stroke his dick, up and down just like he liked it. I'd
never really been so close to it before, at least not deliberately. Wow,
the head looked so huge! Then I felt his hands on my head and him
pulling me towards him. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do! As
focused as I was on his crotch, I never saw the shadow approaching.
Chapter 4 - Mom Interrupts
==========================
"What the HELL is going on John? Kelly, STOP THAT!"
I froze. My mom NEVER swore and to hear her admonishing my dad with an
expletive was one sure way to grab my attention.
My daddy looked over his shoulder, a sheepish look on his face as if he'd
been caught doing something he knew he shouldn't.
"I thought I heard someone sneaking down the stairs," my mom said, her
eyes zeroing in on me now, "Kelly, I thought we talked about this."
"But mom!" I started to whine but my dad came to my rescue.
"It's not her fault Mary," he intervened but my mom wasn't having any of
it.
"Yeah right, so it's just a coincidence that only hours after I tell her
some things that she's out here jerking you off. I know better than
that."
"So what's the big deal anyway Mary, she's old enough now," my dad
argued.
"She's EIGHT John," she came back.
"And?" My dad came right back with a smile, nodding towards me, "Looks to
me like SHE thinks she's old enough."
I smiled at my mom, hoping to diffuse the situation. All the while my
hand was still on my dad's stiff cock and without really thinking about
what I was doing, I resumed slowly stroking it. It didn't go unnoticed
by my mother.
"Oh for crying out loud, who am I trying to kid?" she sighed, shaking her
head, "I can't believe I'm saying this but I know you'll just do it when
I'm not here so may as well do it now and get it over with. Just do what
your dad wants Kelly, it's OK."
My dad grinned broadly, victorious. He nodded at me and I started
stroking him faster. I felt so grown up doing it in front of my mother!
"I guess it was bound to happen sooner than later," she huffed, taking a
seat next to my dad to watch, "At least I can keep an eye on things this
way."
She turned her attention then to me saying, "You seem to have a handle on
it already... guess it's in the genes."
My dad smiled and she just rolled her eyes although I really had no idea
what she meant by that.
"Watch your dad Kelly," she instructed me, "You can see by his expression
when he likes it more."
I hadn't really thought about that before as I had been focusing on
watching my hand on my dad's cock. Actually I still wanted to as it
excited me to see my hand trying to fit around him as I rubbed him.
Still, I listened to my mom and my eyes met my dad's. Sure enough, he
looked SO happy!
"Try using both hands baby," my mom suggested, "Yours are so small they
should easily both be able to grip him."
She was right (of course) and I started using both of my hands now to
stroke him.
"Watch his face Kelly... that's it, jerk him off as fast as he likes it."
With the water to lubricate my hands, I was able to easily stroke my
dad's cock with both hands now.
"You're the best honey," my dad said to my mom. He leaned over as did
she and they kissed.
"Why don't you join us?" my dad suggested to my mom.
My mom shrugged and took off her robe which she must have just thrown on
getting out of bed as she was naked underneath. She slowly lowered
herself into the hot tub and settled in behind me. She pressed in tight
and I could feel her boobs pressing into my back as she put her arms
around and hugged me. I felt SOOOO loved being between my parents!
Chapter 5 - My Dad Gets His Wish
================================
As I stroked his cock my dad reached for my head causing my mom to sigh,
"Gee whiz John, isn't a hand-job enough for the first time?"
I was more than a little confused. What were they talking about? My dad
pressed my head down until my face was just inches from his cock.
"Can't you see that she doesn't understand John," my mom asked him. Then
she leaned over and said to me over my shoulder, "Well, I guess if you're
going to do it then you may as well learn to do it right."
With that moved around to my side and gently pushed me over a little so
she was between his legs as well. I wasn't exactly pleased that in doing
so I was forced to take my hands off my dad.
"Here Kelly, just sit back and watch for a minute," she instructed me as
she put her hands on her husband's cock. It seemed at first like she was
pretty much doing the same as I had been but there were little things
different.
"Give your hand a little twist... like this," she said to me as she
demonstrated her technique. Of course it was much easier for her, her
hand was twice as big as mine! Still, I noted how she twisted her hand
around his shaft as she stroked it up and down.
"You can use both hands too like you were doing," she continued, "Men
also like you to play with their balls but be careful, they are VERY
sensitive and don't like to be squeezed."
She put her free hand under my dad's crotch and gently massaged his balls
as her first hand continued its rhythm.
"Listen to your mother Kelly," my dad interjected, "She's the best!"
"Oh John, you're just saying that so I'll do it more often," she teased
but I could see she was pleased by his positive comments.
"OK, now watch carefully Kelly, this is what men REALLY want you to do."
That got my attention and I watched closely as my mom started to move her
head down, just as my dad had been trying to make me do earlier. What
was this all about?
My eyes opened wide as saucers when I saw my mom take the head of my
dad's bulbous cock in her mouth! Oh my god, she was sucking on it!
"Wow!" I gushed, amazed at what I was seeing. Actually I'd seen women do
that sort of thing in daddy's porn movies but I usually didn't watch
those parts as they seemed kinda gross. I mean, that's where he peed!
"It's OK Kelly, trust me, men will do ANYTHING to get you to do this,"
she assured me before resuming.
Then she took even more of him in until her face was up tight against his
crotch. Whoa! How did she get all that in her mouth without choking?
Pulling her mouth off of him, my mom smiled and looked at me. "Now you
won't be able to do that yet," she told me, "But when you get older you
will. OK, now it's your turn."
Well, if my mom could do it, so could I. Plus, I saw how much my dad
liked it when she sucked on him so all the more reason. I got back
between my dad's legs and anchored myself putting my arms on his legs.
My mom held his dick in place as I tentatively leaned in closer.
"Just take the head to start," my mom encouraged me, "Don't worry, you'll
like it. Every girl needs to learn to do this sooner or later."
"Oh god Mary," my dad sighed as I put my lips over the tip of his cock.
It tasted like the tub water, not all that great but not horrible either.
"Watch your teeth - it's VERY sensitive," my mom warned.
It was so big! It was like trying to fit a large sausage in my mouth all
at one time. My lips drew up under the crown of his head and I looked up
at my dad to see him staring down at me. He was smiling so big! It was
wonderful knowing that I was pleasing him in such a special way.
"God Mary... just look at her," my dad groaned as his hips pushed up to
drive his cock a little further into my mouth.
"Oh I am John," she sighed, "I am." Then she returned her attention back
to my blowjob lesson.
"This is called giving head Kelly," she said, "Some people call it a
blowjob but I don't know why... you're really sucking on him, not
blowing."
Actually I wasn't doing much of anything at all as I was still getting
use to the idea that my dad's cock was in my mouth! In all the time I'd
seen it, I'd never once imagined I would be taking it into my mouth.
"Use your tongue... he'll like that," my mom prodded me.
OK, sounded like a good idea so I touched the tip of his cock with my
tongue. I was rewarded with a slight jump and a groan from my father.
"That's it baby... run your tongue all around," he moaned.
As I did my mom added her two cents. "Lick under the edge Kelly... now
take it out of your mouth and lick up and down the underside of your
father's dick."
Dick? First penis, then cock and now dick? Where did these silly words
come from anyways?
Grabbing him by the base, I licked up and down my father's hard
incestuous dick. Wow, he was so big now! It still tasted like bromine
but there wasn't much anyone could do about that under the circumstances.
I wondered what he would taste and smell like if we weren't in the hot
tub...
"OK, that should be enough... now put it back in your mouth and suck on
it hard," my mom told me, "You don't need to take too much, you don't
want to gag on it."
As I sucked my dad's dick, I felt my mom's hands rubbing over my back,
just as she did at night when I would lay in bed and couldn't sleep.
Just as it did then, it felt comforting now to have my mom's hands on me.
"I'm almost there," my dad groaned.
"Don't stop Kelly... your father's going to cum soon," my mom warned me
but then, what was she really warning me about?
I soon got my answer. I'd almost forgotten about seeing him cum earlier
in the day so when he started to spurt in my mouth my first instinct was
to think that he was peeing in my mouth! My reflex was to pull back but
my mom held my head in his crotch, forcing me to take his full load in my
mouth.
"It's just cum Kelly... it's OK," she explained soothingly, "Now swallow
it down so you don't choke on it."
A little late this time as I was already feeling it tickle the back of my
throat and coughed reflexively, trying as best I could not to let my
teeth scrape on his pulsing cock. It tasted so weird! But it wasn't the
taste that got my attention but more the texture, like I was trying to
swallow some sort of gooey slime. It was also all but impossible to
swallow with his dick lodged in my mouth so as soon as he finished
spurting out I pulled back and let his dick drop from my lips.
"Look at me Kelly," my dad ordered me. I did and then he added, "Open
your mouth... let me see it."
By then I'd already managed to swallow most of his cum down so when I
opened my mouth there was more a coating on my tongue than a mouthful to
show him. It didn't seem to matter to him though judging by the wicked
grin on his face.
"She's a born cum slut Mary... as you said, runs in the DNA!"
"Whatever!" my mom retorted. I had no idea what they were talking about
("DNA"?) but I figured it had to do something with our family. What did
it mean?
I swallowed the rest down but I could already tell that the aftertaste
was going to linger until I got something to wash out my mouth. I'd
tasted worst things I guess so it wasn't all that bad.
"Good job dear," my mom congratulated me. I was beaming, thrilled that
I'd done it good enough to make him do that on my very first try.
I noticed my dad's dick was shrinking and I looked up at my mom
inquisitively.
"Don't worry, it ends to rest after all that but it will be ready again
in a little while," my mom assured me.
I couldn't wait!
Chapter 6 - Postlude
====================
Obviously this was just a fantasy as I didn't even suck my first dick
until I was fourteen and my dad had to wait until I was sixteen - twice
the age I was when he first felt my hand on him and made him cum.
So people ask me, do I REALLY wish I had sucked my dad that fateful day,
even though I was barely eight years old? I would answer that with a
qualified response - given MY circumstances - yes but that doesn't mean
it would be appropriate for every father and daughter.
First of all I believe BOTH parents need to be on the same page. You'll
note that even in my fantasy we didn't sneak behind my mom's back when it
came to me sucking on his dick the first time. Second, it wasn't like
this was totally alien to me. My father was a HUGE porn freak so I'd had
plenty of exposure to seeing such things, even if I didn't relate to them
personally. I was also comfortable with my dad having an erection so it
wouldn't have been a stretch for me to want to touch it.
The other question people ask me is when I'll allow my own daughters to
suck my husband's dick. I actually think eight is the perfect age which
means my dear husband will have to wait a little over four more years to
do anything more than masturbate on his little girls. I know from my own
personal experience that I was old enough to have done it so why wouldn't
I allow my own daughters? After all, that's one way in which I don't
want them to be like me, boring people by telling them over and over how
much they regret not having been with their dad at an earlier age!
THE END