Taking Care of My Daughter
By Pussywillow
M/g, Cons
      
Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains 
depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing 
bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the 
beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you 
enjoy.

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What would you do if your wife suddenly died and left you with a year and 
four month old daughter to raise all by yourself?

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      It was the middle fifties when my daughter Carol was born. I was thirty-
one at the time, and I had just completed building an apartment building as a 
business investment about a year before from the money I had acquired from the 
sale of an earlier business. The building had enough units to give me an adequate 
income from the rentals after the expenses were paid, and I even had one couple 
who managed the whole building in exchange for free rent, so financially, I 
really didn't have to worry about having to go to work each day although I was 
working as a manager for another small business.
      But, just a year and four months after my daughter, Carol, was born, my 
wife died in childbirth trying to give birth to our second child. But do to some 
very unusual complications I lost them both.
      So here I was, finding myself suddenly all alone in the world with a 
daughter to raise all by my lonesome.
      Of course, my wife, while she was alive, had taught me how to diaper 
and bathe Carol, and I even remembered the first time that I had to bathe her. I 
remembered my first shocked reaction from having to run my soapy fingers all 
around on her bottom and vulva area to make sure that those private areas of 
hers were cleaned properly.
      It really was quite a shock for me to realize that I was actually touching 
my own daughter down there as I had always understood that it was supposed 
to be some form of incest and maybe even child molestation to ever touch your 
own daughter down there.
      That, to me, was her most forbidden area according to the teachings of 
my mother, so it felt real weird for me to actually have to rub my soapy hand all 
around on that soft puffy outsized vulva when I bathed her.
      I even remembered asking my wife once, "Do I really have to rub my 
fingers all around on her pussy?" "Yes dear if you want to make sure it's clean. 
She's your daughter too you know. Being a man, I thought that you would have 
liked that kind of a job a little more than that."
      She was right of course; Although I wouldn't admit even to myself, I 
had always very secretly delighted in rubbing my fingers all around on little 
girl's pussies as long as it wasn't my own daughter's - not that I really did - I 
just dreamed about it.
      I also remembered the first time that I had to change her diapers. My 
God! I thought that I needed a gas mask. I never realized that baby poop could 
smell that bad. But my wife instructed me on the proper way to clean her up, 
and then afterwards, to shake a little baby powder on the area and rub it around 
on her bottom and vulva for a bit to spread it around nice and evenly. Wow, it 
felt real spooky for me to actually rub my own little daughter's fat vulva with 
the baby powder, because I remembered that all the other times that I had ever 
touched a pussy was to try to make the girl that owned it sexually excited, and, 
of course, those girls were really quite a bit older than my daughter Carol. 
      But as I looked at little Carol, she seemed to have not minded at all at 
what I did to her, and in fact, from the way that she acted, she looked like she 
had gotten a certain amount of pleasure out of it also as she just laid there and 
smiled and cooed.
      
      Now that my wife was gone, I suddenly realized that all of these chores 
of taking care of Carol now fell directly upon me to actually do several times a 
day without fail until after my daughter has been finally potty trained and able 
to bathe and take care of herself.
      This reminded me of a Passage in a book that I had recently read that 
stated that the parent was really a virtual slave to the newborn infant to do 
whatever was necessary at the baby's beck and call whenever that may be, 
twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
      Of course, Carol now being a toddler, she managed to scurry all around 
the house in her quest for adventure and exploration until she had another 
accident in her diapers. Then it was now my job to put her up on the changing 
table, take off the soiled diapers, clean her up, shake a bit of baby powder all 
over her bottom and vulva, rub it in, put a fresh diaper on her, and then send her 
on her way again.
      It was the cleaning up part that I was concerned about. One time being 
rather curious, I lingered while rubbing baby powder all around on her vulva 
while I watched her reactions very closely. 
      As I rubbed, I noticed that there were periods where I thought that she 
was actually having little miniature orgasms, so I kept it up for quite a while as 
she seemed to be really enjoying what I was doing to her.
      As I thought about it, I realized that because of my curiosity, I was now 
getting a very perverse sense of pleasure out of rubbing her pussy. But with no 
one here but just me, who was there to criticize what I did?
      About a week later, I decided to try another experiment. Instead of 
powdering her vulva, I decided to use some lubricant instead. 
      As she laid there very peaceably with her little legs spread wide open, I 
rubbed my fingers all around all over her vulva with the lubricant. 
      As I rubbed, my fingers seemed to just glide in and around all over her 
pussy with very little friction, and I even played with her clit as she laid there 
seemingly enjoying every second of what I was doing to her until she eventually 
fell asleep on me.
      Of course, by this time I was beginning to feel really quite horny myself. 
Because I no longer had any sexual outlets besides my own hand, and I just 
couldn't leave Carol to go out looking for another girl, and because of that, I 
had gotten back into the habit of stroking off every day to try to relieve some of 
my sexual tensions.
      
      Several days later, I just happened to be in my underwear when I had to 
change her wet diaper. After I cleaned her up, I decided to give her pussy a little 
rub with the lubricant again. In the meantime, I realized that my dick had also 
become quite hard as it quite often did when I was thinking about playing with 
her vulva.
      At that moment, I had a very perverse erotic thought go through my 
head that I really didn't like. But I did slip my hard dick out of my shorts 
anyway, and the next thing I knew, I started rubbing the head of my dick all 
around against her lubed up pussy. But then, I noticed that she didn't seem to 
mind what I was doing at all, and from the way that she was acting, she seemed 
to be really enjoying what I was doing as she just laid there with her little legs 
spread wide apart.
      As I rubbed, I felt my own sexual excitement slowly grow more and 
more until I eventually got to that point of no return, and that's when I felt 
myself just automatically well right on up into a real fantastic climax as I 
watched myself shoot my cum out right against her pussy.
      Oh wow! I had to just stand there for quite a few seconds before my 
feelings calmed down enough for me to move around again. But then, 
afterwards as I was cleaning her up, I felt really quite ashamed of myself for 
what I had just done to my own little daughter, but as I looked at her, she 
looked as if she had actually enjoyed every second of it also. 
      Because of that, this was now the start of my incestuous relationship 
with my own daughter as I realized just how much that experience had very 
perversely satisfied my own sexual desires. So I continued to do that to her now 
every day.
      Eventually, as she grew older, I even taught her how to grab my dick 
with her tiny hands and move my dick all around on her lubricated pussy until I 
had my climax, and that was when I realized that I was now really enjoying it 
more and more.
      By the time that she was nearing two, I realized that it was time to start 
potty training her. 
      So I bought her a training potty, and I taught her how to use it by having 
her watch me as I went into the bathroom and actually sat down on the pot to 
pee instead of standing up.
      But I quickly found that I had myself a very serious problem with her 
potty training. After she went, she wanted me to continue to clean her up just 
like I used to do after she had soiled her diapers. If I didn't, then she absolutely 
refused to use the potty, and kept on soiling her diapers so that I would have to 
clean her up just like I used to do.
      So I decided to put an end to that when I refused to play with her pussy 
after she soiled her diapers, but then I explained to her that if she used the potty, 
I would take her on my lap and cuddle with her and rub her pussy for her for a 
while until she was satisfied. 
      Now what in the heck did I get myself into anyway?
      Right after the next time she used the potty, she wanted me to rub my 
dick against her pussy just like I used to do, so I took off my pants and shorts, 
got the lubricant, and then sat down on the couch and placed her on my lap 
facing me. 
      After I had rubbed a little lubricant on her pussy, I actually let her grab 
hold of my hard dick and let her rub it all around against her own pussy any 
which way she wanted.
      As I watched her grab my dick with her little hands and rub it all around 
against her pussy, I was really quite surprised at just how hard she actually 
rubbed it against herself. But then, just both watching and feeling my little two-
year-old daughter continue to do this to me and herself, my feelings soon welled 
up so much that it wasn't long before I finally climaxed, squirting load after load 
of my cum right against her puffy little pussy while I heard her giggle.
      By the time I was all through, she had my cum smeared all over her 
pussy area and quite a bit of it on her hands also.
      Then, as she sat there, I watched with a sordid erotic interest as she 
rubbed her little fingers together playing with all of the gooey cum, and even 
putting her fingers up to her mouth and actually tasting it. 
      I knew it wouldn't hurt her, so I didn't even bother to stop her as I 
watched her actually lick the rest of it off of her hands and fingers. Oh I 
couldn't believe that she liked the stuff that much. But then it gave me another 
very sordid idea.
      As soon as she was through licking, I asked, "How would you like to try 
to get some more of daddy's cum to taste?" 
      As I saw her smile 'yes', I said, "Why don't you just lay down on the 
couch with your head down here on my lap so that you can suck on daddy's 
dick just like you used to suck on mommy's breasts? That way you might get 
some more of daddy's cum to taste.
      As I watched, she actually flopped herself down on the couch with her 
head on my lap, and I watched as she grabbed hold of my now somewhat 
flaccid dick and put the head of it into her mouth. 
      Why just seeing and feeling her laying there with the head of my dick 
buried inside her mouth made my dick very quickly get real hard again, and as I 
both watched and felt her trying to suck on my now big hard dick, it seemed so 
erotic to me that I believe I enjoyed one of the best times of my life just 
watching and feeling my own little daughter very innocently sucking on the end 
of my dick just as if it was a popsicle or her mother's tit.
      Her mouth was so small that it seemed that she could just barely get the 
head of my dick inside but what the heck, that was good enough for me, and I 
just sat there in a state of sexual bliss as I both watched and felt her sucking on 
my dick while I felt my sexual feelings begin to soar again. 
      As she sucked, I began to feel really very ashamed of myself for conning 
her into doing that to me, but on the other hand, as I watched her, she actually 
seemed to be really quite happy and eager to do what she was doing to me, so 
who was I to stop her when I realized that we were both really enjoying what 
she was doing. 
      But it didn't take too long before she had me so sexually excited from 
feeling her little mouth sucking all around the head of my dick that I actually 
climaxed right into her mouth.
      Oh my God! I just couldn't believe what I was doing. Here I was, 
abusing my own little daughter by actually climaxing all of my own cum directly 
into her mouth.
      I guess that my first load took her quite by surprise as I saw it flow out 
of the sides of her mouth, but as I shot more and more of it into her mouth, she 
seemed to be very busy trying to swallow what cum she could until I was finally 
all done. But I kept on watching her as she continued sucking on my dick trying 
to get even more out until it eventually went soft again. 
      After we were all done, I finally got up and took her into the bathroom 
and got us cleaned up.
      
      At first, I felt extremely ashamed of myself, and I really thought of 
myself as some sort of a lecherous perverted baby abuser from what I was doing 
to my own little daughter, and I continued to have a very guilty conscience from 
all of the dastardly sexual deeds that I had been doing to little Carol.
      Oh God, why did I do it? Why did I have to get my sexual kicks by 
using my own little daughter like this?
      But then, as she now continued to actually ask to suck on my dick day 
after day, that guilt in my conscience eventually started to fade away as I 
continued to look forward to her doing it to me again. But the enthusiasm that 
she used for sucking on my dick was such that I very quickly came to realize 
that she really loved to do it. My guess is so that she could swallow my cum.
      Of course all of this seemed to work like a charm in potty training her, 
and a few weeks later, I realized that I could now put her little panties on her 
instead of those bulky diapers.
      But her panties never stayed on her for very long though. As soon as she 
had to use her potty, they would immediately come off, and then she would 
come over to me naked to have me rub her pussy for her as a reward for using 
the potty. Actually, I was enjoying it as much as she was in my own perverse 
way.
      As soon as she was satisfied, she would forget to put her panties back 
on, and I would then have the privilege of watching her go about her business of 
running all around the house or playing with her toys with just her little 
undershirt on for most of the day while I did my office work and the 
housework.
      Because of my very lax nature with Carol, the fact was that I'd rather see 
her running around naked than with her panties on. So the only time that I ever 
made her put her panties back on was when she went outside or when we went 
somewhere.
      Of course that meant that just about every time that she sat on my lap, 
she never had any panties on, and if she was going to sit there for any length of 
time, she would either guide my hand down to her pussy or use her own fingers 
to make herself feel good, and, of course, I never refused her request or made 
her stop doing it.
      Long ago, I had realized that she was really a very sexual person just like 
I was, so who was I to deny her of her own little sexual pleasures.
      Because she always wanted to suck me off and never bothered wearing 
her panties, I eventually became quite lax in my own dress around the house 
also. So I would just wear my underwear during most of the day, and then after 
dinner in the evenings, I would maybe just lounge around with nothing on at all, 
and she would always be on my lap so that I could read to her or so we could 
watch TV together. 
      This was the best part of the day for me because I just loved the feel of 
her small naked body against mine, and most often she would be straddling my 
hard dick and holding on to it while she wiggled her pussy all around against it 
as we watched TV together.
      Of course, as she held onto my hard dick, she always kept me in a 
continuous state of sexual excitement for a couple of hours or so until she finally 
laid her head down on my lap or get down in-between my legs on the floor and 
suck on my hard dick until I finally climaxed into her mouth.
      Of course, she very quickly found out early on, that my dick didn't 
rebound back into its hard stage very soon, so she would wait until I had her 
pretty well sexually satisfied before she would then suck me off, and then, 
afterwards I would take her in and give her her bath just before I put her to bed.
      After the bath, I would put her nightgown on her, and then lay her down 
on her bed and lick her pussy for her until she finally fell asleep.
      This all developed into a regular pattern, as I realized that we were now 
having oral sex with each other at least twice a day.
      I also taught her how to stroke me off, and it felt so good to just have 
her sit there straddling my hard dick while she tried to make me ejaculate. She 
really loved to see all of my cum shoot out, and because I had a vinyl floor in the 
family room, I found it didn't take very much to clean up my cum afterwards.
      Of course she soon learned how to feel my reactions as I climaxed, so 
she realized that she was doing something to me that was really very special.
      Because of this, it got to be a regular daily affair to have her climax me 
that way if she didn't want to suck on it.
      I was really quite concerned about my damaging my little girl by 
engaging in sex with her all the time. So I went out to the library and even to 
several book stores before I finally found a couple of books that explained that 
babies are born naturally sexual, and that one book even stated that a girl was 
observed to actually have an orgasm when she was only a few weeks old. The 
book also stated among other things, that modern society actually inhibits the 
growth of a baby's natural sexuality that is born into them by not allowing them 
to do anything sexual because people felt that it was not socially acceptable. So 
naturally, a girl growing up under those conditions will probably never really 
enjoy sex as much as she would otherwise, even after she was married.
      
      Of course, all of the sexual relations that I had with my daughter had 
developed into a regular pattern that we repeated day after day, and because I 
had never forced anything upon her, she naturally thought that what we were 
doing together sexually was really the most natural thing in the world for us to 
do, a whole lot of fun, and also very comforting for her as it satisfied that urge 
or need to be sexually satisfied and fulfilled that is naturally built in most of us. 
That's the reason why we masturbate so much - to try to somehow fill that need 
when a loving willing partner is unavailable. So I let her have her own way in all 
of her sexual needs, and I let her do whatever she wanted without trying to 
stifle any of her sexual curiosity with me in any way.
      Because I had always continued to keep her informed about the sex that 
we were having with each other, she realized that I, not being married, had very 
similar needs as she had, and she had also stated many times by her actions that 
it was a whole lot of fun for her to satisfy my sexual needs also.
      I guess, because of my very perverse abnormal sexual relationship with 
my daughter according to social dictates, I had never once really felt the need to 
go out and look for another spouse.
      But one of the first things I did do though, was to impress on her that 
what we did in our own house was our own very private business and nobody 
else's because I didn't want her to go out and compare notes with any of her 
little friends.
      
      As our sexual relationship continued on year after year along with her 
home schooling, (I found out that I could teach her much better myself than 
letting her go to a public school.) I watched as she slowly grew taller, older, and 
smarter. 
      When I had a birthday party for her on her sixth birthday, inviting all of 
her little friends over, I could hardly believe that she was that old already, and 
wondered where in the heck did all of the time go so fast.
      That was the year that she was supposedly in the first grade, but was 
now really at a third grade level, and that was when she finally broke through 
her hymen. 
      I knew that her vagina was still quite small yet, but I was able to get my 
middle finger into it without hurting her, so I was now able to finger-fuck her, 
which she really liked.
      Because of that, she would sit on my lap with her arms wrapped around 
my neck while I ran my middle finger in and out of her vagina while we 
watched a movie on TV until she finally felt sexually satisfied.
      Soon after, much to my surprise, she was trying to see if she could 
actually get my big dick into her. But after a couple of failed tries she realized 
that she still wasn't quite big enough for that yet.
      It wasn't until two years later when she finally was able to get my dick 
part way into her, and then, by the time she turned nine, she was fucking me just 
like an old pro.
      She thought that was the greatest, and nearly every night she would try 
to think of a new position for us to try. But after a while she realized that 
although some of them were a whole lot of fun, her favorite three positions 
were; sitting on my lap facing me, her laying down on top of me, or me sitting 
in-between her legs. She didn't like me laying on top of her in the missionary 
position because I was still way too big and heavy for her.
      
      Chapter 2
      
      Soon after she turned ten, she mentioned to me, "A couple of my best 
friends have been talking about boys and sex lately, and I realized from what 
they said, that you and I are really very special, and I wonder why other dads 
don't do the same things with their daughters like we do?"
      I had to explain to her, "Maybe there are other dads out there that 
probably do the same things with their daughters as we do. But the great danger 
is in our law-enforced society. What if the wrong people found out about us? 
They would then tell the police, and then the police would then be duty bound 
to send me to jail, and you would probably end up in a juvenal correction 
facility."
      Then she said, "I was going to ask that maybe you could introduce some 
of my friends into sex." 
      So I had to reply, "Although your offer sounds real great and it sounds 
like it could really be a heck of a lot of fun. But what would happen if there was 
just one little slip of a lip to the wrong person?"
      She thought about that for a moment, and replied, "Yeah, I see what you 
mean."
      
      All went well for the two of us as we continued to enjoy having 
uninhibited sex together until her breasts started budding when she was twelve. 
As they grew larger, she just loved to have me play with them. 
      She told me that they seemed to be connected to her pussy in some way, 
and each time that I played with them, she could feel it way down in her pussy 
also.
      During this period, I also had to make a very great decision for myself. I 
knew that we wouldn't want to just stop having sexual intercourse with each 
other, but I certainly didn't want a slipup and get her pregnant. So I went to a 
doc and had a vasectomy performed on myself so that I wouldn't accidentally 
get my own daughter pregnant.
      After the tests proved to be negative, we again went at it with our usual 
wild abandon.
      Then, soon after, she started growing pubic hair, and soon after that, she 
had her first period.
      Of course I had kept her well informed about the rapid changes that 
were taking place in her body as she went from being a flat-chested 
prepubescent girl right on into puberty so there would be no surprises, and she 
even picked out at the store several different types of sanitary pads she wanted 
to try when the big event actually arrived.
      When she finally had her first period, I took her out to a very fine 
restaurant to celebrate her sudden entrance into puberty or womanhood from 
childhood.
      I told her that although she was really still very much a child mentally 
and in stature, she had suddenly become biologically a woman.
      Because of this earth-shattering event in her life, she knew that she was 
now able to get pregnant and actually have a baby if she really wanted to. Of 
course this changed our sexual relationship around quite a bit.
      Now there was about a week out of every month where she absolutely 
refused to have me touch her in any way.
      She also didn't like that great big bush that now grew all around her once 
real beautiful bald pussy and she now insisted on wearing panties all the time so 
that I wouldn't have to look at the ugliness of it.
      But I finally talked her into exposing herself to me once again as I tried 
to regain back some of the intimacy that we once knew and enjoyed so well.
      I realized that now when we had sex, her orgasms were now much more 
powerful than ever before. Of course, I still let her have her own way on 
whether she wanted to have sex or not. 
      
      By the time that she had entered high school, she started going out on 
dates with other boys, which I encouraged her to do, and of course, I secretly 
became quite jealous realizing that I had had my own daughter all to myself for 
all of her life without any sexual competition from others. But now, strange boys 
were making their appearances at my doorstep and taking her out on dates. Lord 
knows what they were doing with my precious daughter.
      But I had to come to grips with myself as I realized that within the next 
three years or so, I would probably be completely loosing her to someone else.
      
      Just as I thought, just as soon as she graduated from high school, she 
married a very nice looking guy, and although he didn't have a college degree, 
he found a job in construction where he, with a lot of hard work, at least made a 
decent wage.
      Four years and one kid later, he was driving home with their daughter on 
the freeway coming back from a shopping trip when a driver suddenly changed 
lanes and hit them.
      The impact sent their car out of control and killed both her husband and 
their daughter
      Although Carol had received a substantial sum of money from the 
insurance company, she was now just too broken up to do anything. Her whole 
life was now so completely shattered that it seemed to just end right there.
      But how can you put a dollar value on the loss of a much loved husband 
and daughter?
      So I invited her back into my house to live until she felt fit enough to go 
back out on her own again.
      But about a couple of months later, in the middle of the night, I felt 
someone getting into bed with me.
      As she settled herself against me, I heard her say, "Oh daddy, I feel so 
lost. Won't you please just hold me for just a little bit?"
      As I felt her warm body against mine, I realized that I now had my very 
own sweetheart back with me again.
      Although these were not the circumstances that I would have liked to 
have her back, with both her husband and daughter dead and all, I did take 
advantage of the situation though, and a little while later with her full consent, I 
had my dick back inside of her.
      As Carol continued to live with me, I continued to comfort her from her 
great loss, and we soon became as intimate as we were before she got married.
      Then about a year later, out of the blue, as we were in the middle of 
fucking, she suddenly stated, "Daddy, I really miss my little girl so much that I 
can't stand it. Will you give me another one, please?" 
      As I continued fucking Carol, just the idea of me getting my own 
daughter pregnant was enough to make me all that much more sexually excited, 
and that's when I rammed my dick into her with a ferocity that I had not known 
for a long time, and in seconds we were both climaxing together greater than 
both of us had known for a long time.
      As I was recovering from our little intimacy, I answered, "Oh Carol I'm 
sorry, but you know I got myself fixed way back when you were going into 
puberty." 
      "I know daddy, but could you go to the doctor and maybe somehow get 
it put back in order again?" 
      "I don't know honey, but I'll give him a call tomorrow.
      
      The doc wasn't too helpful, but he said that he could operate and see 
what he could do. But he didn't promise anything."
      After the operation, he told me he was able to find the tubes and sew 
them back together, and also for me to wait for about a month before trying it 
again. 
      After the month was up, Carol went to bed with me again, and each time 
that I fucked her, I would mention that this might be the time that I would make 
her pregnant, and this seemed to make her even more sexually excited.
      About four months later, she missed a period. So she went to the doctor 
and found out that I had actually gotten her pregnant.
      About nine months later, I was presented with a little baby boy, and 
Carol named him Robert.
      After we brought him home, he kept us up half the night with diaper 
changing and feeding. But Carol was now really quite happy that she now had 
another baby. 
      She didn't care who the father was just so long as it was someone she 
loved, and at that moment it just happened to be me.
      But because Robert was a boy, this really didn't fill the need for a child 
to replace the one that she had lost.
      What she really wanted was a girl, so we tried again.
      
      A few months later, I got Carol pregnant again and this time she had a 
girl. 
      After Sarah was born, I went to the doc and had another vasectomy 
performed, and the doctor warned me that this would be the last time.
      
      After we brought her home, she also kept us up half the night with diaper 
changing and feeding. But Carol was now really quite happy that she had a baby 
girl again. 
      Whenever Sarah was cranky and wouldn't go back to sleep, all I had to 
do was reach under her diaper and rub her puffy little pussy for her for a little 
while, and she was fast asleep again.
      After the first several weeks, young Sarah had finally settled down to a 
regular schedule, and I even helped bathe her and change her diapers.
      Again, I lingered long past what it was supposed to take to powder her 
plump pussy. But as Carol noticed what I was doing, she didn't even bother to 
try to stop me.
      She was just a year old when I first laid her down on my lap and let her 
suck on my dick just like she sucked on Carol's tits to be fed. 
      As I climaxed into little Sarah's mouth, she happily drank my cum down, 
just like Carol used to do when she was real young.
      When Carol first saw me do this, I thought that she would go off of her 
rocker. But when I reminded her that I used to let her do that to me also, she 
finally settled back down and watched with a great erotic interest each time that 
Carol sucked on my dick.
      When it came time to train Sarah on how to use the potty, I used exactly 
the same tactics on her as I had used on Carol many years ago.
      It worked like a charm, and in no time she was soon wearing regular 
panties rather than diapers.
      By the time that Sarah was potty trained, I was having regular oral sex 
with her, and she loved to suck my dick just as much as she loved to have me 
lick her pussy.
      Of course she loved to have me put her to bed at night, because that's 
when I would lick her pussy for her until she fell asleep, and then I would cover 
her up.
      
      As soon as we could, we put Sarah in the tub with Robert, and we'd help 
bathe them both as they both played around in the water.
      But all too soon, they were old enough to bathe themselves, but we 
continued to let them share the tub with each other because we thought that it 
was far better for them to be comfortable seeing each other's genitals rather than 
try to hide them from each other.
      
      By the time that they were five and six, I would sometimes watch them 
as they both played around in the tub having a great time taking their baths 
together, and I even watched as they played grab ass and washed each other 
down there.
      About that time, I bought a pair of twin beds for their room, but 
sometimes I would find them in bed together all snuggled up together in one of 
the beds when I went in to wake them up in the mornings. Of course, they both 
looked so peaceful together that neither Carol nor I would ever try to separate 
them.
      So we continued to be a very loving family with clothes optional, and 
anyone could sleep wherever they wanted. 
      Because of our very open and loving ways, there were very rarely any 
bickering, and if there was, we always handled it in a very loving way. 
      
      Now that the kids are grown up and married, Carol continues to be a 
very loving surrogate wife to me.

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