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My Story - 2
by Jill (jill021751@yahoo.com)

***

Well, from the feedback I have received on Chapter one, 
I have to surmise that at least some of you enjoyed 
what I had written. I am glad because if you enjoyed 
that as much as I did, you either got hard or wet like 
I did when I was writing it. As I said at the beginning 
of Chapter one, this is a true story, only the names 
have been changed to protect the guilty. (M/f-teen, 
ped, inc)

***

Chapter 2

I know that a lot of people consider what I do – with 
my son and with others – as not being "normal". But you 
have to ask yourself what is "normal"? It is "normal" 
for a Navy pilot to land his or her airplane on a 
rolling, pitching carrier deck at night. That is 
definitely not normal for the rest of us. It is 
"normal" for a NASCAR drive to blast around a race 
track at 150 mph. This is also definitely not normal 
for the rest of us. And it is normal for a school 
teacher to contend with a classroom full of 25 
students. Again, this is not normal for most of us. I 
would think that defining "normal" would have to 
include things we learned and accepted as children. So, 
what is normal for you may well not be normal for me.

For both Jim and I, "normal" includes incest. That is, 
having sex with a member of our immediate families. Jim 
was involved with his mom from about age 13 and with 
both his dad and mom shortly after he turned 18. So for 
him, it was perfectly "normal" to have some kind of sex 
with his mom and to later have sex with his dad and mom 
together. As far as his mom and dad are concerned, it 
was "normal" for her to date other men and "normal" for 
his dad to hear about her exploits. Again, this is 
definitely not "normal" for most folks but for them it 
was acceptable behavior. 

My definition of "normal" sexual behavior must include 
my dad and mom. Let me try to explain. 

Mom and I had a discussion about 25 years ago about 
what Daddy and I had been doing and continued to do for 
quite a few years. I had to ask her why she was willing 
to let Daddy fuck me. She told me that she absolutely 
hated sex and anything to do with sex. Nothing bad or 
traumatic had happened to her as a child that colored 
her thinking. She said it was just the idea of some guy 
– in this case it was Daddy – sticking his dick inside 
her. And that meant anywhere inside her. She knew she 
would have to consummate her marriage and probably have 
to have sex with Daddy more than once. 

By her calculations, the two of them had fucked not 
more than twelve or fifteen times in their 50 plus 
years of marriage. And three of those fucks had 
resulted in two sons and one daughter – me! She tried 
to understand my perspective and to deal with the fact 
that I simply loved sex. I tried to explain to her how 
it made me feel, how it excited me, and how much I 
enjoyed it but I honestly don't think she had a clue. 
As it turned out, her attitude towards sex was 
fortuitous for me and Daddy.

Mom knew Daddy had visited whores on more than one 
occasion. She didn't like the idea but she accepted 
that Daddy had "needs" and the whores fulfilled that 
need for him. The biggest thing she didn't like, and I 
am not making this up, was that it cost money. Each 
time Daddy fucked a whore, he obviously had to pay for 
it and this drove Mom crazy. So, when she found out 
that I might be a willing participant in satisfying 
Daddy's "needs" and that it would not cost anything, 
she was all for it. 

The way it all came about started shortly after my 13th 
birthday. When the two of them were alone one evening, 
Daddy commented to Mom that I was turning into a very 
pretty young woman. He told her how I had a nice butt 
and that he was sure I would develop some nice big 
tits. She was a little shaken by these revelations and 
told me that she thought on it long and hard. It was 
several weeks later when they talked again and she 
asked Daddy if he was "interested" in me. She said 
Daddy looked quite shocked at the question but, after 
she pressured him, he had to admit that he was. 

She laid out some ground rules for him – he couldn't 
fuck me until I was on the pill, he had to be gentle 
and caring, he could not force me to do things, rules 
like that – and told him if he didn't abide by the 
rules she would turn him into the cops. And, knowing my 
Mom, she would have. She also told him that he was to 
keep her informed about what he and I were doing. With 
Mom's permission to pursue me, Daddy set about 
satisfying his "interests."

The middle and high schools I attended were within two 
blocks of my home. Normally, kids were not allowed to 
leave the buildings at any time. In October of my 
eighth grade, Daddy went to the principal and explained 
to him that he, Daddy, worked nights, slept during the 
day and really had little chance to see his "little" 
girl. 

He told the principal that lunch would be a great time 
if I could come home. The principal agreed that it 
would be okay for me to come home for lunch so that 
Daddy and I could spend some quality time (I don't 
think that term was used back then but you understand 
what I mean). Daddy was a great cook – almost a chef 
and he really helped to develop my love of good food. 

Daddy told me and Mom one evening that beginning on 
Monday of the next week; I could come home for lunch if 
I wanted to. Now, if you have ever eaten cafeteria food 
you know you would have jumped at the chance to have a 
home cooked meal. So I was more than willing to agree. 
At the time, I did not have any idea what else Daddy 
had planned. For the first three or four weeks, I would 
go home, have lunch and chat with Daddy. He showed me 
how to cook and I learned a lot at his elbow. Things 
were going along very normally (there is that word 
again).

Then, on a Friday – I remember the day of the week very 
well – I walked in the door and Daddy was standing in 
the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist. He 
told me he was running a little late and had just 
gotten out of the shower as he hurried into his room to 
put on some clothes. This "running late" happened 
several more times over the coming weeks. Then, Daddy 
took things to his next level.

I came home, he was in his towel and, instead of going 
to put on some clothes, he asked if I was okay with him 
just wearing a towel. Now, I have to admit, that I was 
interested in sex and had read any stuff I could find 
in the library. A lot of the books – especially the 
anatomy type books – I couldn't check out but no one 
could stop me from reading them and looking at the 
pictures as long as I was in the library. So, the idea 
that Daddy had nothing on under the towel was very 
intriguing to me. I told him I was okay with it.

Well, he bustled around the kitchen just wearing his 
towel and fixing my lunch. This "towel" routine went on 
for several weeks. I didn't know it at the time, but 
Daddy later admitted that taking his time getting me 
used to things was most enjoyable. I also have to admit 
that I made many, albeit unsuccessful, attempts to see 
what was under the towel.

Daddy must have noticed my attempts because he soon 
moved things to the next level. We were in the kitchen, 
he was wearing his towel and facing me and "whoops" the 
towel accidentally fell off revealing his cock to me. 
He made all kinds of apologies and hurriedly wrapped 
the towel around his waist. I know I stared at his cock 
and just couldn't take my eyes off him. As you might 
have guessed, the "accidental" towel drops happened 
several more times over the next two or three weeks. 

Then, one day, we were in the kitchen, he had his hands 
full of our plates of lunch, the towel fell off and he 
stood there completely naked. I remember it like it was 
yesterday; he looked at me and said, "Honey, I guess 
you have seen me naked so I hope it won't bother you 
too much if I simply leave the towel off. Would that be 
okay?" I nodded my approval and could not take my eyes 
off the first male cock I had seen for more than a 
glimpse. We ate lunch and I have to confess that I 
dropped my napkin once or twice so I would have to bend 
over to pick it up and I could see Daddy's cock. I 
swear he seemed to spread his legs wide to let me see 
as much as possible. I went back to school feeling all 
tingly inside. I got yelled at by a couple of teachers 
for "daydreaming" – if they had only known what I was 
daydreaming about.

I came home from school the next day, hoping all the 
way, that Daddy would be naked again. I went into the 
house and he called to me from the kitchen. I walked in 
and yes, indeed, he was completely naked. He looked at 
me and simply asked, "Okay?" I told him, "Daddy, I like 
seeing you this way, yes, it is okay with me!" He 
continued serving me lunch, completely nude, for the 
next couple of weeks. He never touched me, his cock 
never touched me – and I did want to have that happen 
very badly, and he never asked to see me naked. 

We usually talked about "normal" things – how my day 
was going, what I had for homework, and how band was 
going – I played the clarinet at the time. After the 
nudity started though, he began to broach other 
subjects. He wanted to know if I had seen any boys 
naked – no I hadn't, or if I had seen any of my 
girlfriends naked – yes I had, or if I had told anyone 
about him being naked in front of me – no I hadn't. 
Several times he made the point that I could tell no 
one, not even my best friend that he was going around 
naked in front of me. I was smart enough to know that 
he could get into serious trouble for doing that and 
besides, I wanted him to continue. He had no way of 
knowing but I was already trying to figure out how to 
be naked in front of him but hadn't yet hatched a plan. 

As you might have surmised, things slowly progressed. 
He accidentally brushed his cock against my arm, or 
bent over the table to serve me something with his cock 
inches from my face and hands, or gave me a hug before 
going back to school. He was taking his time and gently 
leading me to where he wanted me to go. I finally came 
up with a scheme that would allow me to get at least 
partially nude in front of him. He was standing at the 
stove, looking at me and I "accidentally" spilled some 
of my milk into my lap. He grabbed for a towel when I 
stood up and simply pulled my little dress up over my 
head. It was a little yellow summer dress with blue 
flowers on it. 

At that time I had only little "bumps" for tits so all 
I was wearing under the dress were my panties. And my 
panties had a wet spot from the milk. He handed me the 
towel, I dabbed at the wetness and then said, "I guess 
I better chance my underwear." I turned away from him, 
the washer/dryer was in the next room, and I slipped my 
panties down my legs, threw them on the washer and 
walked away from him to my room to get dry clothes. It 
is impossible to describe how excited I was at what I 
had just done. I dressed, went back into the kitchen, 
finished my lunch and went back to school.

That night, when Mom came home and saw the wet dress 
and panties, she asked what had happened. I told her, 
but not the part about being naked in front of Daddy, 
and all she said was that I needed to be more careful 
since she didn't have time to do a lot more laundry. 
Years later she confessed that Daddy had related what 
had happened and Mom, for her part, was trying to help 
things alone.

I was emboldened by the fact that Daddy had not made a 
fuss about what had happened but I wanted it to happen 
again. And Mom had given me the perfect excuse to put 
my little plan into action. So, the very next day, when 
I got home from school, I was determined to do it 
again. Daddy was in the kitchen, naked as usual, when I 
walked into the house. I went to the kitchen and told 
Daddy that Mom had been upset about the wet dress and 
panties. I told him I didn't want to cause her any more 
work and, if it was okay with him, I would take my 
clothes off and eat naked. 

Would it surprise you to know that Daddy told me that 
would be perfectly okay with him? So, I stood facing 
him, kicked off my shoes, lifted my dress over my head 
and then slipped my panties off. I looked at Daddy and 
said, "Is this okay?" I recall that all he did was nod 
his head vigorously. It is hard to describe how I felt, 
standing there, completely naked in front of a man for 
my very first time. I could tell you that I was 
excited, I was happy, and I was turned on but these 
would be inadequate descriptors. It was a delicious 
feeling and the look on my Daddy's face made it even 
better.

And that became our routine for a couple of more weeks. 
I would go home, Daddy would be naked in the kitchen 
and I would strip naked as soon as I walked into the 
house. Daddy always made sure the curtains were closed 
because, obviously, we didn't want anyone peeking in on 
us. And, I might add, both of us frequently dropped our 
forks or napkins or whatever so we could look at each 
other under the table. Like Daddy had done for me, when 
he would bend over, I would spread my legs for him. The 
end of the school year was coming up soon and, as I 
recall, I had about a week more to go before summer 
vacation. 

Daddy had been enjoying looking at my nudity but hadn't 
really tried anything else up to that point. So, being 
the mischievous little girl I was, one day, after we 
had eaten and I was about to get dressed, I went up to 
him and gave him a big hug. I could feel his pubic hair 
tickling my waist and at least part of his cock pressed 
against my stomach. I held the hug far longer than I 
really needed to because I was enjoying it so much. I 
broke the embrace, got dressed and returned to school.

The next day, I did the same thing only this time I 
swear I felt Daddy's cock twitch against my skin. I had 
a notion, I guess more an inkling, of what was 
happening but, having never fully experience a man 
getting a hard on, I wasn't sure. When I did it again, 
the next day, Daddy put his arms around me, slid them 
down to the small of my back and pulled me tight 
against his body. This time there was no doubt in my 
mind, his cock was reacting. We did this each day for 
the rest of the week and I was thoroughly enjoying what 
I was doing to Daddy's dick.

Finally, school was out for the summer and I was to be 
home with Daddy virtually all day long. That first 
Monday I slept a little late, getting up only after I 
was sure Mom had left for work. I got up, brushed my 
teeth and took care of all my other necessities and 
then went back to my room. I was debating whether or 
not to get dressed when Daddy called me from the 
kitchen to come to breakfast. I slipped out of my room, 
completely naked, and peeked around the corner of the 
kitchen to see if Daddy was naked too. 

Imagine my relief at seeing his naked butt at the 
stove. I walked up behind him, put my arms around his 
waist and gave him a hug telling him that I loved him. 
My hands were slightly below his waist line and I am 
sure, although I couldn't really see, that they brushed 
against the top of his pubic hair. I went, sat down and 
he served me breakfast. I loved watching his cock 
swinging back and for between his legs, the mushroom 
head, his balls…everything about him excited me.

We finished eating and I asked him what we were going 
to do for the rest of the day. He grinned at me and 
said, "Anything you want, honey, anything at all!" I 
stared at him for a moment and said, "Can I touch your 
thingee?" No, I hadn't yet mastered the right words. He 
looked at me, grasped his cock in his hand and said, 
"You want to touch this?" I nodded, he walked over to 
me, stood by the table and I reached for his cock. 

His dick was so warm when I first touched him, he was 
soft and this, for me, was very enlightening. As I 
touched him, he began telling me what to do, how to 
hold it, then rubbing my fingers around the head, and 
then touching his balls. The more I touched him, the 
more it excited him and I watched in amazement as his 
cock hardened in my hand. He coached me along, telling 
me this was normal for a guy, I saw some precum on the 
head of his cock and he told me to touch it. I did and 
he explained that it was a lubricant so a man could 
stick his dick inside a woman more easily. I asked him 
if he was going to stick his dick in me and he told me 
that it would be sometime before that happened. 

As I was stroking him, he started breathing faster, and 
kind of thrusting his cock into my hands. I wasn't sure 
what was happening and stopped because I thought I 
might be hurting him. He looked down at me and said, 
"Honey, don't stop, keep rubbing me like that, it feels 
really good!" He told me to continue stroking with one 
hand and with my other hand to feel and pull on his 
balls. I would become a virtual expert eventually but 
that day I think I pulled too hard or squeezed too hard 
because he flinched a couple of times.

That didn't stop him, after several minutes he began to 
thrust harder, told me not to stop and that he was 
going to cum. I was shocked when he shoved his cock 
forward, then grunted and a long stream of white fluid 
erupted from the end of his dick. The first shot went 
almost all across the table while the remaining ones 
slowed down and just dribbled over my hand. It took a 
few moments for him to catch his breath during which 
his cock was wilting. I took my hand away and he looked 
at me and said, "That was wonderful honey, I hope you 
liked it!" I nodded as he took a napkin and cleaned the 
"mess" up. We went into the living room, sat on the 
couch and he spent the next few minutes explaining to 
me what I had done for him.

He told me how much he liked it and he hoped I would do 
it again for him. Still naοve about things, I remember 
asking him, "Right now?" He laughed and said it would 
take a little time for him to be able to do that again 
so I had to give him a little rest period. Then he told 
me he could use his hands on me to make me feel good. I 
told him I was glad and I would do whatever he wanted. 
So, he had me slide my butt down to the edge of the 
sofa, put my feet up on the coffee table and spread my 
legs wide for him. He turned sideways on the couch so 
he was facing me, asked me to hold onto his cock with 
one of my hands and then I felt his hand brush against 
my pussy. He licked his fingers a couple of times and I 
could tell that he did that to make it easier to finger 
me. He parted my pussy lips and I jumped when his 
finger tip moved over my little clit. 

It was obvious that I was getting excited because I 
could feel my pussy getting wet. As he sat there, 
rubbing my clit with his fingers he continued his 
explanation of the "facts of life." While he fondled my 
pussy he also explained or told me the words to use – 
like pussy or cunt instead of vagina, cock or prick or 
dick instead of penis, and ass or asshole instead of 
butt. When he said the word ass, I felt his finger slip 
down between my ass cheeks and the tip touched my 
asshole. Again, I jumped because that had never been 
done to me and I really liked it.

As he was touching and talking, I could feel his cock 
getting hard in my hand so I began to stroke his dick 
like I had done just a little bit ago. After about ten 
minutes of touching me he said there was something else 
he could do that he thought I would like. I said, 
"Whatever you want to do Daddy!" He bent forward, 
twisted slightly and moved his head between my legs. I 
could feel his warm breath flowing over my pussy – I 
later learned he blew a couple of breaths over me to 
get me more excited. And then I felt the tip of his 
tongue brush my clit. I tried hard not to flinch but I 
know I jumped a little. 

He said, "Honey, its okay, you are going to love what I 
am going to do!" With that, he used his entire mouth to 
attack my pussy. His tongue would drag up and down 
between my pussy lips, he would use the tip of his 
tongue to tickle my clit, and then he tried to force 
his tongue inside my pussy. Then he moved his lips back 
to my clit, held my clit with his lips and used the tip 
of his tongue all around. He also worked a hand around 
my legs and I felt his finger tip pressing on my pussy. 
I was so turned on that I was squirming and wiggling 
and trying to press my clit deeper into his mouth. All 
I can clearly remember when my first orgasm hit me was 
saying, "Oh my god daddy, Oh my god daddy!" again and 
again. 

He licked and sucked me through another orgasm and then 
slowed his assault on my clit and cunt. He kissed me 
between the legs, kissed the inside of both of my 
thighs, then moved to kiss my belly button and then 
gently sucked on each of my little nipples. I gathered 
myself, caught my breath and then turned, leaned over 
Daddy's body and hugged him. I could feel his hard cock 
pressing against my titties. I worked a hand between us 
and managed to wrap my fingers around his dick. 

I lay like that for just a moment and thought to 
myself, "What the heck, maybe I can use my mouth on his 
cock!" I lifted my head slightly, had to turn a bit, 
and then used the tip of my tongue to rub the head of 
his dick. Talk about an electric shock. He jumped so 
hard, his cock slid out of my hand and brushed along my 
cheek. "Did I hurt you Daddy?" I asked him. "Oh no, 
honey, I just wasn't expecting that!" Without saying 
another word, I again leaned forward, grasped his cock 
and began licking the head with my tongue. 

He told me to open my mouth and put my lips around the 
head of his dick. I did as he wanted and managed to get 
just the head of his cock into my mouth. I was able to 
taste the saltiness of his precum but I decided it 
wasn't a bad taste at all. I still had my hand on his 
cock and I felt his hand cover mine and begin to move 
up and down. It didn't take me long to figure things 
out so I was soon moving my hand by myself and reveling 
in what was going on. He then whispered that if I 
wanted to, I could take more of his cock into my mouth 
and bob my head up and down a little. 

Well, the first few times, I tried to take too much 
into my mouth and almost gagged. He told me to just 
take a little until I got used to it. I got to the 
point where I could take a couple of inches of his cock 
without gagging. Then he told me to hold my lips around 
the head of his dick and just suck it. I must have been 
doing it right because he suddenly started to gasp and 
say, "Honey, I am cumming!" He told me to lift my head 
off his cock, wrapped his hand around mine and began 
using my hand to finish jacking him off. 

My head was still near his lap as he began to shoot. He 
didn't cum as much as he did the first time but still 
had enough force on the first stream to cause a little 
blob to land on my cheek. I stroked him until no more 
came out of the end of his cock and then released his 
dick. I hadn't moved my head so the odor of his cum was 
very strong and I found that it wasn't at all 
unpleasant. I move my hand and used a finger to wipe 
the little dollop of cum off my check. I was going to 
wipe it on a Kleenex and Daddy said, "Why don't you 
taste it?" 

I looked inquisitively at him and decide to myself, why 
not? So, I touched the cum with the tip of my tongue. 
There just wasn't enough there to really taste it. My 
other hand was covered in his cum and I brought my hand 
to my mouth and tasted his cum. It tasted salty of 
course but I didn't think, and still to this day don't 
think, it tasted bad. I licked my hand several more 
times much to the pleasure of my dad. He smiled at me 
and said, "Someday you might be able to swallow that 
right out of my cock!" My face must have revealed that 
I didn't have a clue about what he meant and he 
explained that if I had left my mouth on his cock he 
would have cum in my mouth and I could have swallowed 
it. I was very intrigued by that and said, "Next time, 
Daddy, I will try it next time!"

He hugged me and I hugged him back, feeling the 
stickiness of his cum on my body. Daddy then went on to 
explain that if I was going to let him cum in my mouth, 
that when I knew he was ready to cum, I should move my 
head back so only the head of his cock was in my mouth 
and move the tip of my tongue to the roof of my mouth. 
"That way," he said, "the first shot of cum, which is 
the one that women usually gag on, will hit the bottom 
of your tongue. After that, it doesn't come out as hard 
and you can suck the rest of it. Does that make sense?" 
I wasn't fully sure what he meant, but I had a good 
idea. I nodded and told him I would try that the next 
time for him.

We spent the next several hours relaxing. We both took 
a shower – I watched him. I was enthralled watching him 
wash his cock and balls. It was very interesting to see 
him soap up his cock, stroke it several times and then 
rinse the soap off. When I got in for my shower, he had 
me turn sideways in the tub so he could see me wash my 
little titties and my pussy. Then he asked me to turn 
around so he could watch me wash my ass. While I was 
rinsing he said, "You have such a cute little ass, I 
would like to kiss it all over!" The idea of Daddy 
kissing my ass was, for me at least, interesting. After 
our showers, we went into the kitchen, he made lunch, 
we talked – he again reminded me of the need for 
secrecy – and ate. I cleaned up the dishes and then we 
both went back to the living room.

As we sat down, I looked at him and said, "Daddy, were 
you serious about wanting to kiss my ass?" "Honey," he 
said, "I would love to kiss you there!" "Okay, would 
you?" He nodded, had me kneel on the couch, he knelt 
behind me and then began to kiss my butt. He kissed all 
around my ass cheeks, even sucking on them to give me 
little "hickies" on each cheek. As he was kissing, I 
could feel his hand between my legs exploring my pussy. 

I felt myself getting wet and hot like I had earlier. 
As I was kneeling there enjoying what he was doing, I 
felt his tongue part the cheeks of my ass and the tip 
of his tongue rub over my asshole. Oh it felt so good, 
I didn't want him to stop. Luckily for me he didn't 
want to stop. Soon he was trying to force the tip of 
his tongue into my asshole, he had to tell me to relax 
a little, and then I felt him penetrate my ass. 

He had slipped a finger into my cunt but not going in 
too far because I was still a virgin. Between what he 
was doing to my asshole and what he was doing to my 
pussy, I felt another orgasm coming on and almost 
screamed when it hit me. I quivered and shook and my 
asshole clenched and my pussy pulled hard on his 
finger. God, did that feel wonderful. I wish that 
feeling could have continued forever but of course, it 
didn't. I finally had to pull off his tongue and finger 
and rolled over to lay on the couch with my legs spread 
wide for him.

He told me later that he was sorely tempted to mount me 
right then and fuck me. Thankfully, he managed to 
restrain himself otherwise I might have gotten pregnant 
and that was something neither of us ever wanted to 
happen. He did stroke the insides of my thighs, 
occasionally brushing over my pussy, and slowly, ever 
so slowly, let me come down off my sexual high. I 
looked up at him and said, "Daddy, I loved what you did 
to me. Do you want me to do the same thing for you?" 
"Honey," he replied, "I would love to have you do that 
for me but I only want you to do what you want to do!" 
"Okay, I want to!"

Daddy moved around, knelt on the couch, leaned his 
shoulders and head on the back and then reached behind 
himself to pull his ass cheeks apart. I knelt on the 
floor, reached one hand between his legs and grasped 
his cock. Very tentatively I leaned forward and just 
used the tip of my tongue to touch his asshole. It had 
a slight earthy scent, again not unpleasant, and I 
marveled at the firmness. 

I soon had his asshole soaked and was able to get just 
a little bit of my tongue up his ass. While I was 
working on his ass, I was also stroking his cock. I 
felt him getting hard and wondered if he was going to 
cum again. After several moments, he said, "That's 
enough, honey, it felt really good but I can't hold 
this position for too long." I backed away, released 
his cock, he turned around and sat down. I got up on 
the couch and sat beside him. 

His cock was still hard and I could see it twitching. 
He explained that it twitched like that in time with 
the beat of his heart. Over the next fifteen minutes or 
so, I would reach over, stroke him for a moment and 
then just watch it twitch. I was fascinated by the 
sight. 

By this time it was getting late and Mom would be home 
soon so he told me to go get dressed and he would start 
dinner after he got dressed. Mom came home about a half 
hour later and we ate dinner. What I did not know at 
the time was that Daddy had talked with Mom, as she 
wanted, and had told her all we had done. He tried to 
convince her that I had enjoyed all of his 
ministrations and that he had not forced me to do 
anything at all. I think she believed him but still 
wanted to hear me say it. 

We were sitting watching television. She got up and 
turned down the volume, this was the days before remote 
controls existed. Mom sat down in her chair, looked at 
me and said, "Daddy tells me that the two of you were 
naked all day!" I must have looked so shocked; I mean I 
did not know that Mom knew anything at all about what 
we were doing. 

She continued, all the while looking at me, "Don't 
worry, Jill, I have known about you and Dad all along 
and it is okay. I just want to make sure you want to do 
this of your own free will. Do you?" I sat in stunned 
silence for a moment or two and then said, "Yes, momma, 
I liked everything he did. You are not mad are you?" 
She laughed and said, "No, honey, I just want to make 
sure that you like what Dad is doing with you. You are 
fine, don't worry about it at all!" Nothing further was 
said about the subject but it was clear to me that more 
"stuff" was going to happen between Daddy and I.

I went to bed about an hour later and masturbated – 
trying to do the same things Daddy had done. After I 
came, I fell to sleep and slept quite soundly that 
night. 

The next morning, Daddy woke me up with a cup of hot 
chocolate. He was naked as was I. I looked at my clock 
and realized that Mom probably hadn't left for work 
yet. He had me get up and sit on the foot of the bed. 
The bedroom door was wide open. He stood in front of me 
and asked, "Would you suck on my cock the way you did 
yesterday?" I mouthed the words, "What about Mom?" He 
said "Don't worry, it is okay." 

So, I reached up, grasped his cock and put the tip into 
my mouth. He wasn't fully hard yet so I set about 
getting him hard. As I was sucking his dick, I caught 
some movement out of the corner of my eye, turned my 
head slightly but kept the head of his dick in my mouth 
and saw Mom standing in the doorway. I tried to smile 
and she smiled back. Daddy was looking at her too. She 
looked at him and said, "You guys have fun, see you 
after work!" She turned and walked out the door.

And we did have fun that day and for many more days but 
those will have to be stories for the future.

To come back to my opening comments, can you now see 
how this became "normal" behavior for me? I hope you 
can and I hope you look forward to more stories in the 
future.

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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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