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The Seduction of Joe
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)

***

Sometimes, a parent completely abdicates their parental 
responsibility, leaving a child to their own devices, 
and usually no good comes from it. Jasmine had to grow 
up quickly when her mother became self absorbed, 
leaving her child to a neighbor who schooled her in the 
ways of love. When the Police move in and Jasmine has 
to relearn being a child, she makes sure to keep a foot 
in the adult world, where she plans to find a new love. 
Join Jasmine on her journey in this tale of love found, 
love lost, and love found again. (Mf, ped, rom)

***

Author Note, This is a tale with fleshed out 
characters, not a quick sex story. If you like it, you 
can find my other romance stories at http, 
//www.asstr.org/~dude/ Also, I live for feedback, so, 
drop me a line. 

***

November 22, 1993

Joe's stomach churned as his lawyer pushed the divorce 
agreement in front of him. He looked across the table 
at Sara, who would be his ex-wife in a matter of 
minutes. The past eleven months had been so 
acrimonious. Just a couple of years before he had 
pledged his undying love towards her, but she had gone 
from loving him to hating him for loving her. Joe took 
a last look at her, her eyes were shooting daggers at 
him. He signed the agreement and slid the agreement 
back to his lawyer. 

In a matter of minutes the agreement was finalized. Joe 
picked up his copy and walked out to his car. He 
started up the car and put it in gear. He drove to a 
nearby bar where he drowned his sorrows and tried to 
forget the one love in his life that had gone so wrong.

May 6, 2007

Jasmine Strong was jolted from the bliss of slumber by 
her much older lover. The twelve year old shook the 
fuzziness from her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

He pointed out the window and said, "Look." 

Jasmine peeked from the small corner he had exposed by 
pulling the curtain up. She saw half a dozen Police 
cars in front of her house. She felt a cold chill run 
through her body. She had known that this day would 
come, her mother had been involved with a drug dealer 
for the past year. 

Whispering, like she could be heard outside, she asked, 
"What should I do?"

"I don't know," he answered.

Jasmine sat up on the edge of the bed. Conflicting 
emotions ran through her body. On the one hand, she 
could stay with forty two year old Phillip, who had 
been her lover for the past year. She could finally be 
alone with him, not that her mother had paid much 
attention to her recently. Phillip had been a surrogate 
father to her, and the only real parental figure in her 
life recently. 

Phillip had been real gentle, schooling her in the ways 
of love. He hadn't forced himself on her, stopping when 
she asked and making sure she was comfortable the 
entire time. Jasmine didn't just love him, she 
considered him her soul mate. She would lay down her 
life for him, but then she considered that her mother 
would eventually tell the Police that she had a 
daughter, and the Police would come looking. She knew 
that if she got caught with Phillip, that he would be 
locked up for a long time. She loved him too much to 
let that happen to him. She eased off the bed and 
started to gather her clothing. 

"What are you doing?" Phillip asked.

"I have to get dressed. My mom might tell the cops to 
look here. We can't be caught together."

"Oh" he replied.

Jasmine got dressed in the semi darkness. When she 
finished, she turned to Phillip, who was still in bed. 
She walked over and kissed him.

"I love you so much" she told him.

"I love you too pumkin."

They shared another kiss, this one a long one. Finally, 
she broke the kiss and said, "I'm going to sneak out 
the back."

"Be careful."

"I will."

She walked to the doorway. "I love you" she repeated.

Phillip blew a kiss at her. For a brief second, she 
sobbed, then fought for control. She steeled her nerves 
and slipped quietly out the door. She walked in an 
angle away from the house, then turned twice more to 
make it appear she was coming from a different 
direction, rounding the corner towards her house. She 
noticed a pair of Police look in her direction as she 
walked towards her house. A cold shiver went through 
her. She swallowed hard, then thought what she would do 
next. As she neared her house, she asked, "What's going 
on?"

"Can we help you?" a male Police Officer asked.

"It's my house" she answered, pointing at her house.

"Come with me" he said, leading her towards the house.

He took her inside the house. Her mother and boyfriend 
were sitting on the floor, handcuffed. Her mother 
looked in her direction, "My baby" she called out.

"Is this your daughter?" a large black clad SWAT 
Officer asked.

""Yes" she answered.

"Take her outside, put her in your unit, call C.P.S," 
he ordered the Police Officer.

Jasmine was taken outside and placed in a Police car. 
It would be a long day for her, being put into the 
foster family program. She went through several 
interviews that drained her. She wished Phillip could 
be with her, and it just made her lonelier. It was 
evening when she was finally taken to a house. 

Her new foster family was made up of a father, mother, 
and two children her age who looked at her with 
piercing eyes. "We just made dinner" the woman said, 
"can I offer you some ham and yams?"

"I 'm really tired" Jasmine answered, "I just want to 
lay down. Is there someplace I can sleep?"

"Sure" the woman answered, "I have your room ready, 
follow me."

Jasmine followed her to a nice room with what looked 
like a comfy bed. The woman spoke while she turned down 
the bed, but Jasmine didn't hear a word she said. She 
waited for the woman to finish with the bed and leave 
the room before she moved again. She lay on the bed, 
curled into a ball, and cried herself to sleep. 

June 6, 2007

For the first time in over a month, Jasmine was excited 
about going to school. It was the last day of school 
before summer break. Her teachers had gone easy on her 
because she was in a new district, transferring in just 
weeks before finals. Most gave her book reports, it was 
only the math teacher that pushed her. Best of all was 
that her new family had backed off on watching her. 

Jasmine had found a schoolmate with a cell phone, who 
wouldn't tattle on her for borrowing it. Today was her 
thirteenth birthday, and she wanted, needed, to talk to 
Phillip. She hadn't shared with her new family about 
the significance of the day, for fear that it might tip 
them off about her plans. She had a secret wish that 
Phillip would come and visit her, but just hearing his 
voice would be a giant treat. 

During third period, the teacher had given the students 
free reign to talk on their cell phones, text, or talk 
amongst themselves. Jasmine borrowed the phone, sought 
out a quiet corner and dialed Phillip's number. She 
knew that he would be home as he worked a late shift on 
this day of the week. He picked up on third ring:

"Hello?"

"Hi Phillip."

"Hey Jas, happy birthday."

Jasmine got choked up, he had remembered. "I love you" 
she squeaked out.

"I love you too. How are you doing?"

"My new family isn't dreadful. They're boring. I wish I 
could see you."

There was a pregnant pause. "Pumkin", Phillip began, 
"the neighbors here told the cops that you were at my 
place often. They came here, several times, and asked a 
lot of questions. I told them that your mom let you 
come over to watch T.V. and that we were only friends, 
nothing more. Pumkin, I love you, but I can't go to 
jail. I don't know if they're tapping my phone."

He paused a few seconds, then continued, "Jas, please 
don't call me anymore. Take care of yourself, o.k.?"

Jasmine started crying. She didn't hear him hang up. 
Jasmine walked over to the girl she had borrowed the 
phone from. She handed her the phone and ran from the 
room. She stopped at a couple of spots in the hallway 
before making it to the bathroom, crying the whole 
time. She cried so long and hard that the only thing 
that signaled time was the bell that signaled the next 
class. 

Jasmine gathered herself and washed her face in the 
sink. She briefly considered ratting out Phillip to 
punish him for hurting her feelings, but she knew that 
that would just complicate her life further. Her social 
worker had made an appointment to see her in three 
days, saying only that she might've made permanent 
arrangements for her. Jasmine swallowed and exited the 
bathroom. Her foster sister caught her on the way out.

"You okay Jasmine? They said you were crying."

"I'm fine now."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I just miss my family, that's all."

Her foster sister put her arm around her shoulders. 
Jasmine resisted for a second, but relented, leaning 
into her foster sister. 

June 9, 2007

Jasmine almost jumped out of her skin when the knock 
came on the door. The foster mother answered the door 
letting the social worker in. The social worker came 
in, looked and saw Jasmine.

"Hi Jasmine," she said, "happy belated birthday."

"It was your birthday?" the foster sister asked, "why 
didn't you tell us?"

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders.

"Can I?" the social worker asked, pointing towards 
where Jasmine sat.

"Sure," the foster mother answered.

The social worker sat so that she was across from 
Jasmine. She took Jasmine's hands in her own. Jasmine 
looked at the woman with extreme curiosity. Finally, 
the social worker began, "We talked to your mom, then 
we looked, we found your father. He actually didn't 
know that you existed. He's willing to take you."

The room was silent and the social worker looked around 
the room for reactions. Seeing no opposition, she 
continued, "He's never been a father before. He's 
preparing a place for you. He's agreed to take some 
classes. If everything goes as expected, we can move 
you in two months. How do you feel about that?"

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders.

"Is he local? Will we be able to visit Jasmine?" the 
foster mother asked.

"No, he's in Texas."

"Texas?" Jasmine asked with surprise as she broke 
contact with the woman and retreated towards the 
hallway. Jasmine stopped and shot the woman a look 
before continuing on towards her room.

"She's been through a lot", her foster mother said. 
"She was very attached to her former life."

"So, I see."

"Don't take it personally. Give her time."

August 22, 2007

Jasmine's ears popped as the plane descended. Her 
foster mother sat next to her, holding her hand. She 
could sense the excitement and fear in the young teen. 
It was Jasmine's first time in an airplane. In a matter 
of minutes, she would be talking to her father, face to 
face, for the first time. She had talked to him a 
couple of times on the phone, and she had exchanged 
several emails with him. 

Harold was a supervisor in a warehouse. Jasmine learned 
through phone calls, that he was single and forty nine 
years old. Phillip was forty two, so, this wasn't going 
to be that much of an adjustment, although she wasn't 
planning to have the same kind of relationship with her 
dad as she had with Phillip.

The plane jumped a bit as it tasted the runway. The 
jolt spooked Jasmine, who gasped. The back thrusters 
deployed, slowing the plane and giving off a muted 
roar. When the plane slowed to twenty miles per hour, 
Jasmine relaxed. Minutes later the plane pulled into 
the gate. Ten minutes later, Jasmine and her foster 
mother were at baggage claim. Harold caught their eye, 
holding up a sign with Jasmine's name on it. The two 
females walked over. "Harold?" the foster mother asked.

"Hi," Harold replied, extending a hand.

"I'm JoAnn."

The two adults shook hands. Harold's gaze shifted to 
Jasmine. "You must be Jasmine."

Jasmine wasn't sure if she should shake his hand or hug 
him. Her body language shifted several times and he 
ended up putting a hand on her shoulder. Awkward smiles 
were exchanged. 

"We're glad you're here. We'll need some help with her 
bags" JoAnn volunteered.

"Yeah" Jasmine chuckled. 

It took the two adults and one teen to cart out the 
five suitcases and one overnight bag. The luggage fit 
into the trunk of Harold's mid size car. Harold then 
took the two females out to an early lunch. The two 
females were caught by surprise by the oppressive heat 
and humidity of the Texas summer.

"Ugh" Jasmine commented, "how do you deal with it?"

"You get used to it," Harold replied.

After lunch, the trio went to Harold's house. That 
Harold lived in a nice neighborhood impressed the 
females. The house actually sat on an acre and a half. 
There was a large garage, with a workshop, attached to 
the house. A large recreation room was just off the 
garage. The kitchen, just off the rec room, was 
spacious and well designed. Jasmine's room impressed 
the females, not because of it's size, but because it 
had a well designed walk in closet. 

Harold left the two females in Jasmine's room. He went 
out to the workshop where he was restoring a 1955 
Seagrave pumper truck. He soon got so lost in his work 
that he didn't notice the two females calling to him 
just ten feet away. Like waking from a deep sleep, he 
shook off from the work he was in-sanding down a fifty 
three year old wooden ladder. 

"Hey," he said, looking up from his work. 

"What are you doing?" Jasmine asked.

With great pride, he showed the females the truck, 
explaining how the truck had been retrieved from a 
junkyard and what he was doing to restore it to it's 
former glory, explaining how important it was to keep 
history from just fading away, then it dawned on him 
that they had come to the workshop for a reason. 

"Did you need something?" he asked.

"We were going to cook dinner," Jasmine answered, we 
wondered if you wanted something in particular."

"Oh," he replied, "well, there's steaks and stuff in 
the freezer. Do what you like."

The two females returned to the kitchen where they 
prepared dinner.

***

The next morning, Harold and Jasmine saw JoAnn off at 
the airport. Jasmine became emotional while giving 
JoAnn a final hug. "I'm so sorry I was a bitch." 
Jasmine said.

"You weren't... that. You're going to do fine. Harold 
is a good man. Don't forget to write," JoAnn replied.

"I love you," an emotional JoAnn squeaked out.

"I'll always love you," JoAnn told her.

Jasmine gave her a final squeeze, then released her. 
JoAnn waved goodbye, then went into the terminal. 
Harold ushered a tearful Jasmine back into the car. 

The rest of the morning, and part of the afternoon were 
spent registering Jasmine for school. A trip to Walmart 
was made soon after to get school supplies. 

***

Jasmine and Harold eased into a routine. School started 
days after Jasmine arrived. Harold lived in a good 
school district. With Jasmine being "fresh meat", boys 
noticed the pretty brunette. Jasmine hadn't been 
courted by boys before, only one man. She found their 
approaches clumsy, but similar to that of a man.

It had been months since Jasmine had sex. She had 
pleasured herself when she alone in bed, but the entire 
Phillip episode had taught her to be careful. She found 
several male teachers to be enticing, but they didn't 
give Jasmine the look over that Phillip had. Jasmine 
was missing the feeling that a man gave her, but she 
would soon find it.

September 9, 2007

It is the smile. It is the smile that a pedophile gives 
a child that tells the child that they matter. It is 
the look in the eyes that tells the child that there is 
a person who is very interested in them. A parent gets 
tired of that "Mommy look at me" expression and they 
lose interest in the child because they tire of the 
never ending attention that a child needs. A pedophile 
gives the child that attention. A pedophile learns to 
exploit that need for their own emotional or sexual 
needs. Joe had given Jasmine that smile, just like 
Phillip had.

Joe had visited Harold a couple of times. Joe was the 
same age as Harold. He was short and heavy, but very 
smart, and dedicated to the same interests as Harold. 
Like Harold, he was a bachelor. Joe had invited Harold 
and Jasmine over for dinner and Jasmine was very much 
looking forward to the experience. 

During the dinner, Jasmine excused herself to go to the 
bathroom and slipped out of the kitchen. The bathroom 
was at the end of the hall, but Joe's bedroom was right 
next to the bathroom. Jasmine slipped in and it only 
took her seconds to find what she was looking for. On 
the nightstand, next to the bed were books with authors 
named David Hamilton and Jock Sturges. Joe had a TV in 
his bedroom and next to the TV was DVD's. European 
titles on the DVD's included Bilitis, St. Tropez, 
Maladoloscenza, and Little Lips.

Jasmine almost exploded with enthusiasm. She found 
Joe's home phone and dialed the cell phone Harold had 
given her. Once Joe's home number was recorded, she 
slipped into the bathroom and made sure she let the men 
know she was using the bathroom.

When Jasmine got home, she locked her bedroom door and 
stripped her clothes off. She stood in front of her 
full length mirror and took stock of herself. She now 
stood five two, with short brown hair. Her breasts were 
still small, between an A and B cup, topped with tan 
colored nipples. There was a slight trace of pubic hair 
between her legs. She wondered if Joe preferred girls 
bald, or like she was. She briefly considered shaving, 
but decided to wait on how Joe responded to her. 

The next day, when Jasmine got home from school, she 
called Joe. Joe was surprised to hear from her. Jasmine 
anticipated that and told him she was just thanking him 
for dinner. After he responded to her thank you, she 
told him that she was alone for an hour after school 
and wondered if it would be okay if she visited him 
after school sometime soon. Joe was caught by surprise 
by her request, then she surprised him again, "Joe, 
could we keep this just between us? I know my dad is 
your friend. I don't want to cause any trouble, but I'd 
like to keep our friendship just between us. Is that 
okay?"

Joe paused a few seconds. "Okay," he agreed.

"I'll call you in a couple of days" she said before 
hanging up. 

September 12, 2007

The car slowed to a stop a block away from where Joe 
lived. Joe's house was five miles from where she lived. 
Jasmine had asked around school and found someone that 
lived close to Joe. She had talked them into dropping 
her off at a park a block from Joe's house. Being 
dropped a block from Joe's house also left her cover. 
In case someone asked them, they would only be able to 
answer that they dropped her at the park.

Jasmine quickly made her way to Joe's house. She 
stopped outside to check her appearance before she 
stepped up to the door and rang his doorbell. A moment 
later he opened the door and let her in.

"It's hot outside," she observed, "mind if I change 
into something cooler?"

"No, go ahead."

Jasmine went into his bathroom. A couple of minutes 
later she emerged, wearing only a cut off T shirt and 
panties. Joe was sitting on his couch and he didn't see 
her until she dropped her backpack and plopped down 
next to him. Needless to say, it caught him by 
surprise.

"You always wear that at home?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she lied, "it's just that Texas is a lot 
hotter than Washington. I don't know how you Texans 
deal with it."

"Ah, you get used to it."

"I've heard that before. Joe, can I ask something 
personal?"

"I guess."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not really, no. Why do you ask?"

He looked into her eyes and saw the answer. Joe stood 
up as he realized that a thirteen year old girl was 
coming on to him. His mind reeled with a myriad of 
problems, chief among them that he'd go to prison. 
Jasmine stayed on the couch. 

"Joe, I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise."

"Jasmine...."

"Joe, before I came to Texas, I had a boyfriend your 
age. I didn't tell anyone about him, until now."

She eased the front of her shirt up to expose her 
breasts. 

Joe found himself facing the biggest quandary of his 
life. On the one hand he had dreamed of an opportunity 
like this most of his life. On the other hand, he was 
taking a huge risk. He stood there unsure of what to do 
next. Jasmine took the initiative, standing and taking 
Joe by the hand. 

She led him into his bedroom. Stopping next to the bed, 
she then unbuttoned his shirt. After letting it fall to 
the floor, she ran her hands over his chest. Sliding 
her hands further, she found his belt buckle and opened 
it. She then opened his pants and let them fall to the 
floor. Sinking to her knees, she placed her fingers 
gently in the waistband of his briefs and slid them to 
his ankles. 

Joe's dick was already semi erect. She rubbed her face 
gently against his dick. He grew to full mast and began 
to ooze pre cum. Jasmine then licked along the 
underside of his dick. After about a minute she stopped 
and stood.

"Lay down," she whispered.

As he lay on the bed and adjusted himself, she took her 
shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Then, she slid 
her panties off.

She looked at Joe and smiled. "Do you have any condoms, 
I'm not on the pill?" she asked.

Joe rolled over and opened a drawer on his nightstand. 
Jasmine again took the initiative, rummaging through 
the drawer and finding a condom to her liking, as Joe 
had several different types. She opened the package and 
extracted the condom. She climbed on the bed and 
straddled his legs. Grasping his dick, she worked the 
condom down on his dick.

With his dick fully sheathed, she moved up and mounted 
him. Holding his dick, she lowered herself onto him. 
Sensations of pleasure shot through her body. It had 
been months since anything felt so good and she 
couldn't help but let out a giggle that turned into a 
sigh of pleasure. She reached out, taking his hands, 
placing them on her breasts while she worked his dick 
with her hips. 

They went like this for several minutes before he 
rolled her onto her back. Still inserted, he leaned 
forward and began kissing her while caressing her ears 
and neck. Jasmine reached up and caressed his shoulder 
blades. Jasmine felt her orgasm rising.

"Faster, faster," she grunted.

He complied, increasing his strokes.

"I'm cummmming!!" she hissed before she let go with a 
couple of shrieks, then she pleaded, "wait, stop, 
stop."

The waves of pleasure, at first exploded, then subsided 
as they shot through her head and body. After about 
thirty seconds the waves subsided that she could 
resume. "Keep going baby."

Joe resumed fucking her. The lovemaking became intense 
between the pair. Jasmine was grunting and digging her 
heels into his butt. Joe's strokes became faster. 
Orgasms were building in both and his hit about a 
second before hers. 

He remained on top of her until his breathing slowed. 
He rolled off of her.

"That was great" he said.

"Yeah" Jasmine agreed before she curled up next to him. 
She placed her left hand on his chest, playing with his 
chest hair and caressing a center strip of his abdomen. 

"You've done this before?" he asked.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, but your dad..."

"Don't tell him, let's take this one step at a time."

"So, what are you going to do next?"

"Take your rubber off and put on a new one. I don't 
have to be home till six."

He looked over at her and kissed her. 

The End, or is it? (let me know)

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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