(Mg, fondle, oral, 1st, inc)
This will be a five part series. Estranged from his crazy wife, Brandon and his 12 yo daughter grow close... very close...
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After scrimping and saving for several years, I finally managed to scrape up enough cash to make the 20% down payment (plus closing costs) on a house. It wasn't big house or anything, in fact it was a very basic starter home in an older neighborhood; 3 bedrooms, 1 1/2 baths, a kitchen and living room with a one car carport. The house was old, but in fairly good condition. Wood framed with wood siding and a asphalt shingled roof that was getting a bit old. It wasn't much, but it was fair better than laying out cash for rent every month for a crummy two bedroom apartment.
The house was very adequate for me, my wife and our 8 year old daughter, Molly. Moving in and making a few simple repairs, I felt pretty good that I was finally on the right track financially. Maybe in three years or so, I could trade up to a much nicer house in a nicer neighborhood.
The move involved transferring Molly to another elementary school. This concerned me somewhat, because Molly didn't seem to make friends easily. I shouldn't have worried. Within the first week she had made a friend, Dana, who would prove to be her BFF... at least for now. But she had other friends too, several good friends in fact.
Within the first month at her new school, she'd been invited to several birthday parties and several sleepovers. The sleepovers were mostly with Dana. Dana, in turn, was a frequent house guest of ours.
Fast forward a year and Molly was now ten. Dana was still her BFF. Seems that the two had become inseparable. If Molly wasn't at Dana's, Dana was at our house. Naturally, I got to know Dana's single-parent family a bit. Her dad, Mike, was a friendly sort. He was single, as Dana's mother and his wife, had died in an automobile accident several years before, just before Dana began first grade. Dana also had an older sister by two years or so, Kimberly. Needless to say, Mike had his hands full with those two. Even so, he never seemed to mind Molly hanging out and sleeping over, oftentimes at the spur of the moment.
Despite having to fly solo, Mike seemed to have it made. He had a nice large house on a large lot. It was an old Victorian farmhouse, the main house of the farm that our house was built upon during the early years of World War II. A now long gone defense plant (now an aging shopping center, occupies the site) was also built on the farm and our house was one of the houses built to house the defense plant workers.
He worked mainly from home, writing technical manuals of some sort, thus allowing him to be home when the kids got home from school.
In back of the house he had a nice sized swimming pool. Nothing fancy, a standard rectangular pool that was big enough and deep enough for diving. The kids loved the pool and when the weather was warm, they spent hours upon hours playing in and around the pool.
Through our daughters, we got to know each other fairly well. Or so I thought. I liked Mike and he seemed to like me. Things were going well. I got a promotion and a nice raise. My wife, Jenny, also had a good job too and money wasn't so tight anymore.
But then Jenny, my wife, started having some issues, mental health issues; issues that got progressively worse as time went by. Seems the woman had become jealous of her own daughter, among other issues. But more worrisome was that she had developed anger management issues. She'd get frustrated, then angry. At first it was more annoying than alarming. But it got worse and worse, and before too long, once she got to a certain level of anger, it was like a runaway reinforcing feedback, and she'd work herself into a rage all out of proportion to what actually happened. It, or rather she, became very, very scary. She'd rant and rave, break things, hurl things at me or at Molly, and sometimes physically attacked. She lost her job. I grew to where I distrusted her and took to sleeping on the sofa. I also grew to distrust her being alone with Molly.
So, on the occasions I had to be out of town on business, I called Mike and asked if Molly could stay with Dana at their house. He always said yes. And Molly didn't mind in the least, as he treated her like one of his own daughters. Besides, the further away Molly was from her mother, the better she liked it and the safer she felt.
I dreaded coming home from those business trips, as Jenny would often get twisted off about something while I was gone. Maybe she'd get into it with a neighbor. Maybe she'd get into it with someone at a store. Maybe she'd just get drunk and be arrested for DWI and fight with the cops. And it was expensive, what with the bail and/or fines. It was always something, it seemed. Like coming home to a Halloween horror story, only it wasn't a story, it was what had become part of my life.
Dana stopped coming over. I couldn't blame her, but I couldn't help but feel that I was taking advantage of her dad and dumping on him, because Molly now spent even more time at Dana's. It's not an exaggeration to say that she was spending more waking and sleeping hours at Dana's than at her own home.
I discussed the situation with Mike and he assured me that Molly was no problem, no problem at all. He even said that she helped keep Dana out of his hair so that he could get some work done, and she always pitched in with his girls to get things done around the house.
Heck, even I started hanging out at Mike's, just to get away from the crazy lady who lived in my house. Mike was always gracious about it and free with his beer. "Just call and give me a heads up before dropping by," he told me. "I might be getting some pussy." I laughed at his joke and did him that courtesy, by calling before coming over. Rarely did he say that it was a bad time, but of course sometimes it was.
On one occasion after a few too many beers, I jokingly asked him, "Are you getting any pussy when Molly is over?"
"Oh, no! I send them off to Karen's, or Amy's, or Brenda's. Then I invite one of their moms over for some adult entertainment time." I sort of knew Karen, Amy and Brenda and knew that their moms were single and available. Compared with my reality, his life sounded absolutely wonderful to me.
Sometimes he'd have a party with a dozen or so adults and invite me over too. My wife? I left her home, as it was best if she was kept out of the public eye. Those parties were fun occasions, especially the pool parties. Of course his girls and their friends would be there, along with their parents. And some of the things these girls' parents would let them wear! The brevity of their swim wear, moms and daughters alike, was surprising.
Mike was just as liberal with his daughters' choice of swimwear. I asked if he was okay with what Dana and Kimberly were wearing. "Sure! I'm good with it," he answered with a grin. "You're not offended, are you?"
"No, I just..." Compared with Mike's girls, Molly looked positively dowdy in her conservative two piece.
"I learned long ago," he added, "to just let the girls wear what they want to wear. It's much easier that way."
Well, if he didn't care... I wasn't the only male getting an eyeful. Yes, those were fun parties.
So Molly was now almost twelve years old and over the last year or so, her mother had been in and out of the psych unit several times. I was just getting home from work. Molly usually just hung out with Dana after school at Dana's, but for some reason Dana was unavailable, so Molly just came home directly after school. I pull up to the house after work around 5:30 and Molly comes running out of the house screaming, "Help! Help me! She's gonna kill me!"
About three strides behind her, her mother comes running after her screaming, "I'll teach you, you little bitch!" while brandishing a frying pan.
Fortunately a couple of the neighbors happened to be walking by and came to Molly's rescue before I could get out of the car, wrestling Jenny to the ground and relieving her of her weaponized cookware.
Jenny really went berserk being manhandled. Soon other neighbors joined in to restrain her and someone called the police. Well, the short of it was Jenny was hauled off yet again to the psych unit, this time for a longer stay than usual. Me, I'd had enough of her shit. No matter how much I cajoled and tried to reason with her, she wouldn't stay on her medications. Someone was going to get hurt if she was allowed to stay. I started the ball rolling to get a divorce.
With Jenny gone, home was peaceful. Just Molly and me. Dana started coming over once again for sleepovers. But the clock was ticking... at some point they would declare Jenny not to be a danger to herself or to others and let her go. And when they did, I was ready to unload on her if she didn't stay on her meds.
For a while it was all so normal, and yet it wasn't normal. Molly began to have nightmares... mostly about her mother assaulting her and I wasn't around to save her. So Molly started sneaking into my bed at night. I'd wake up and ask her what she was doing. She told me and pleaded with me to let her stay, as she felt safe in bed with me. So, being the good loving father that I was, I'd let her stay. She'd snuggle up against me, I'd rub her back and she'd go back to sleep... sleep without the nightmares.
Now, at the time I didn't sleep in the buff and wore a pair of gym shorts to bed. Molly, she slept in one of my old rock concert t-shirts. Indeed it was all very innocent, even if it was borderline inappropriate. But then things change, not abruptly, but so gradually that the changes aren't noticed.
So having all but abandoned her own bedroom at night, she climbs in bed with me one night. I sort of half roll to her and bring my arm around to stroke her back, but when I did so, I accidently ran my hand under her t-shirt up onto her bare back.
"Oh! Sorry," I said extracting my hand.
"No, put it back, Daddy," she says. "It feels much nicer if your hand is on my bare skin."
"No, that's not a good idea," I replied.
"Please, Daddy! Please!" Well, I never denied her anything if I could give her what she wanted, so I ran my hand back under the t-shirt, across her panty clad butt and up onto her back.
"That feels so good, Daddy," she said as I gently rubbed on her back. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
After that it was my hand up the back of the t-shirt every night. She liked it and I liked it. That's as far as it went, until the night I ran my hand over her butt, only to discover that she was bare.
"Where are your panties?" I asked.
"I'm wearing panties," she claimed. "See?" she says and pulls the shirttail up enough to expose her bare butt to me. "I'm wearing a thong!" she giggled.
"Thong? Where did you get a thong?" I asked ogling her firm rounded ass cheeks by the light of the street light shining through my window.
"Dana's sister had outgrown them, so she gave me a bunch," she explained pulling the shirttail down to cover her butt.
"Now, rub my back, Daddy." So I ran my hand up her t-shirt and over her bare buttocks once again and proceeded with the nightly back rub.
This was dangerous new territory I knew, but I thought back to what Mike said about his girls' choice of pool attire, "I just let the girls wear what they want to wear. It's much easier that way." Yes, why make an issue of it? If Molly was okay with it, I was okay with it.
Now, with my hand on her back like that, my forearm rested in the valley of her rump. And as I moved my hand over her back, my forearm rubbed her bare ass. I paid close attention to what I was feeling with my forearm. She didn't seem to notice, or if she did notice, she didn't mind me rubbing against her like that. Pretty soon, my hand began wander a little further down her back, and from there directly onto her bare ass.
"Sorry," I said the first time I ran my hand too low.
"That's okay, Daddy. It feels nice." Yes, it did feel nice and soon her naked buttocks were included in the nightly back rub.
Then one night I noticed that I didn't feel the thin waistband of a thong, such as it was.
"Molly, where's your thong?"
"I need to do my laundry and wash them. I didn't have a clean pair, so..."
"What about your other panties?"
"Is that what you want me to wear? I'll go put some on."
"No, no, no. That's okay. I was just wondering," I replied as ran my hand over her smooth firm globes. So much for her wearing a thong at night.
Next to go was the t-shirt. The night she came into my room nude and climbed into bed with me, I didn't bother to ask questions. But she answered anyway. "I just want to feel your skin against my skin, Daddy," she said snuggling up. " You don't mind, do you?" What man is going to kick a naked girl out of his bed who wants to rub on him skin to skin? So much for the t-shirt at night.
Now in addition to me rubbing my hands on her, she had already begun rubbing her hands on me. I didn't mind. It felt good.
Other than rubbing her ass and rubbing up and down her legs, and sometimes rubbing her front, I hadn't actually molested her, studiously keeping my hands away from the nexus of her thighs and her sex. But that didn't stop her from running her hand into my gym shorts and molesting me.
"Oh, it feels so... it's getting bigger! Oh, my gosh! It's getting harder too!" she squealed in delight. "How does it do that?"
"Maybe you shouldn't be doing that," I told her.
"Why not? It's just part of you, Daddy.
"Oooo, can I see it? Please?"
"You can't tell anybody about this," I said turning on the night stand lamp. I reached down and slipped the gym shorts off. Molly was delighted and explored her newly conquered territory. After that night, I dispensed with the ever shrinking fig leaf of modesty and we simply slept together nude.
As long as it was just her playing with my cock, I was okay with it. Not only that, she liked to do it with a light on, so she could see. She didn't try to kiss it or anything, she just enjoyed fondling me. I enjoyed it too. But, it wasn't long before her fondling became a little too skilled and I let her get me off. She squealed in delight at the sight of me ejaculating, finding the thick grayish white liquid globs to be especially interesting.
I figured, 'What the hell?' and returned the favor, stroking her bald pussy for the first time. I was just going to keep it to rubbing on the outside, but somehow my fingers slid between her nether lips and into that secret, slippery, warm, wet place. She moaned in pleasure as I explored the interior of her pussy. I didn't get too aggressive and penetrate her vagina, but I did succeed in getting her off with my fingers.
It wasn't but a few days when I did penetrate her vagina. It was quite the surprise for me to discover that her hymen was missing. Had she been fucked?
"No, Daddy," she told me. "I haven't been with a boy. But Kimberly has this toy... you know... and I tried it out and..."
"A dildo? Kim has a dildo?" I asked shocked that a 14 year old would have such a thing.
"Yes, she does. And she lets Dana and I play with it."
"Where did she get it?"
"I dunno... I think it was her mother's."
"Does Mike know about this?"
"I dunno."
"How often do you and Dana..."
"Daddy! You shouldn't ask that."
"Yes, I should ask that. So how often do you use Kimberly's dildo?"
"A few times. Now you're embarrassing me, Daddy."
There was silence for a minute or two. Then she asked, "Daddy?"
"Yes, baby."
"Did Mama give you blowjobs?"
"What kind of question is that? Where did you hear about blowjobs?" Keep in mind that at the time this conversation took place, we were in bed, nude in bed together and she was fondling my cock. We also had already gotten each other off and I had turned the lamp off to go to sleep.
"Everyone knows about blowjobs," she replied in the dark.
"Have you just heard about blowjobs or have you, um..."
"No, Daddy. I have given anyone a blowjob." That was a relief to hear.
"I think you and me are going to have to have a talk," I said.
"What about, Daddy?"
"Sex. It's time I talked to you about sex."
"Oh, we talk about sex all the time at school, during Sex-Ed."
"Is that so? And do you talk about it outside of class?"
She giggled, "Of course, Daddy," she replied while fondling my erection.
I stared up at the ceiling in my darkened bedroom. She moved about and disappeared under the covers. Was she?... Before I could stop her she'd taken my dick into her mouth.
"Molly, baby... You shouldn't... we shouldn't..."
She didn't answer as she had my cock in her mouth. I should've stopped it, but I didn't. I just lay there holding my breath, not believing what was taking place. The blowjob was pretty good for her first time, not bad at all. Then again, I don't recall ever getting a bad blowjob. I don't think such a thing exists... unless you get bitten and Molly didn't bite me. She didn't even scrape me with her teeth.
Next thing I know and I'm hearing myself moan, "Ummm, that feels so good, baby. Yes, just like that. Now slide your lips up and down. Not so much pressure... that's it, gently... Oh, fuck, I gonna cum!" Frankly I'm surprised I did, as I had just ejaculated in her hand just a few minutes before. I really didn't mean to unload in her mouth, after all this was her first blowjob and I didn't want it to be a bad experience for her, but I did.
She pulled off after I shot the first wad, jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Meanwhile I finished unloading my balls all over the myself and the sheets.
I heard the water running and a short time later, she crawled back in bed with me.
"Ewwww, you got the sheets all wet and sticky," she complained.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to... you know..."
"That's okay, Daddy. It's really all my fault. Kimberly said that a girl should just swallow a guy's stuff."
"So Kimberly gives blowjobs?"
"I guess so."
"Who does she blow?"
"I don't know, Daddy, and you shouldn't be asking me that.
"Did I do okay? Did I do it right?" she asked hopefully.
"You did it just fine, sweetheart," I answered. And that was the truth.
"Then we can do it again?"
"Not tonight. You have school tomorrow and I have to go to work." I leaned over and gave her a kiss, giving her a goodly amount of tongue, then rolled away from her. The last thing I remember was her hand feeling up my naked butt.
The next day I felt very guilty for letting things get so out hand the previous evening. I vowed not to allow a repeat. But that evening, after I picked her up from Dana's and after we had eaten, Molly was eager to do a repeat. It wasn't even bedtime yet and she wanted to "practice". So disregarding my vow, I let her "practice", right there in the living room, with me naked on the sofa and her naked on her knees between my legs. It wasn't dark and she wasn't under the covers, so I got to watch as she sucked my dick. I came in her mouth. She looked up, her cheeks puffed out, smiled and she swallowed.
"Did I do it better, that time, Daddy?" she asked seeking my approval.
She had in fact done it better. She was careful with her teeth and she ran her tongue around the underside of my cock, just under the cock crown. She was a fast learner.
I picked her up and carried her to my bed where I performed cunnilingus on her for the first time. Holding her legs under her knees to open her up, I buried my face in her cunt. Her smooth hairless vulva on my tongue felt divine, and that first taste of her sex... Not pungent in the least. But that first tentative exploration of her sex with my tongue was nothing compared to the feel and her taste when I penetrated between her lips and into the slick pink interior.
"Mmmmm, yes, Daddy," she murmured. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good."
I began circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. Soon she was bucking her hips, trying to get more of my tongue into her. Then I slid my middle finger up her cunt hole, adding to her stimulation. It worked too, as she began making curious gakking noises and began twisting her hips side to side.
"Oh, Daddy... Yes, yes, yes..." Then silence as she began to tremble and shake, her body going rigid and seemingly lifting off the bed. Then with an audible "whoosh," she collapsed onto the bed and tried to push my head away from her spasming cunt. But I wasn't having any of that and kept my mouth on her sex, lashing her clit with my tongue while I furiously pumped my finger in her pussy. She went rigid again and began to bodily quake while making indecipherable mewling sounds as she was rocked by a second orgasm more powerful than the first.
I must have been crazed too at that point, for throwing caution to the wind, I slid up and over her. Next thing I knew and my cock was up her tight virgin cunt and I fucked her. I fucked my baby girl. I fucked my sweet Molly and spermed her now despoiled cunt with my incestuous seed. Fortunately, she hadn't started her periods yet, so there was little danger in me knocking her up.
I rolled off, my own breath coming in gasps. As I came down from my own sexual frenzy, the enormity of what I had done struck me. I fucked Molly. I fucked my little girl. God, I was a monster!
"Hmmm, that was nice, Daddy," she cooed as she snuggled into me. "Can we do it again?"
I didn't answer.
"Please, Daddy. I didn't know it would feel so good. Please... make love to me again." As she was saying this, she was fondling my soft wet cock fresh from her snatch.
"I shouldn't have done that, baby. We shouldn't have done that," I said softly steeling myself to never do it again.
"Why not? How can anything that feels that good be a bad thing?"
"It's not right."
"What's not right? Didn't you enjoy it, Daddy?" Oh, god did I enjoy that! "Did I do something wrong? Tell me, Daddy. I'll do better next time."
"No, you were perfect, baby. It's just that...
"You're not upset?" I asked her.
"No. Why should I be upset?" she said bouncing about a little. "That was fun and I want to do it again!"
I remained silent for a moment, not at all sure what I should do or how I would ever be able to fix this.
"Would you like for me to, uh... suck you again, Daddy? I like sucking you."
"Oh, fuck..." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that, Daddy? Do you want to do it again?
"You're getting hard again," she giggled. "Do you want me to suck on you?
I swear I tried not to say it, but it just came out of my mouth, "Yes..."
She went down on me again, sucking my semi-flaccid cock, still wet with the juices of our inaugural mating. After that... well, what was done was done. She got me up and I fucked her again. This time for a long, long time, changing positions every few minutes and giving her the screwing that both she and I wanted.
I held off as long as I could, several times pulling out to cool off my hot prick before my balls boiled over. Then sliding into her again and again, her pussy clamping down and squeezing my fatherly prong as I fucked her through a series of orgasms. Half an hour or so from when she sucked me and renewed my erection, I finally let it rip. As I shot my incestuous nut juice into her for the second time, my orgasm was so intense that it was almost blindingly painful. Spent, I rolled off and went to sleep. Whatever qualms I harbored about my actions were put aside and I slept better than I had in years.
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