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Don't Wake Daddy

By: piekna



Before we got married, my husband and I had agreed that if either of us felt there was something missing in our marriage that we would talk about it, and seek it elsewhere if necessary. Over the course of the last 20 years, we had even done so on occasion, in order to fulfill a fantasy or satisfy a curiosity that we didn't want the other involved in. But then... then, he cheated and he didn't tell me about it, and that made me think it was more serious than usual. And so, we fought like cats and dogs.

We tried to keep it from our 18-year-old son, Nick , though. We'd had fights before and always managed to get over them and find each other again. So instead of me throwing plates at his head, we just didn't have sex. At all. For us, this is saying something, since we usually have sex at least once a day if not more, but I'd be damned if I'd let that cock in me again before I knew where else it'd been. Still, for the sake of appearances, we shared our giant king-sized bed, but he slept on the edge of his side and I slept on the edge of mine, and we had a huge swath of emptiness between us.

So those were the sleeping arrangements one night when Nick came into our room and shook my shoulder until I woke up.

"mumble wha? wha is it honey?" I squinted up at him. Even without my glasses on I could see that he was fully dressed, "wha's goin' on?" I yawned.

"Mom, you have to take me to the hospital." he said, seriously. That woke me up a bit.

"Oh my god, sweetie, what's the matter. What happened? Where the hell are my glasses?" I always put them on the bedside table but I must have knocked them off when I put my book there, as sometimes happens. It was when I was leaning off the edge of the bed feeling around on the floor for them that I noticed he had an erection. A big one.

I found my glasses and put them on and I could see in the pale light coming in from the hallway that he was blushing bright red. "Uhhh... well.. it just. It kinda won't go down." He said, "... and I've tried... you know, and it didn't work and it hurts so much. Mom, can we go to the hospital? Maybe they can do something."

I blushed right back but couldn't quite stop myself from gazing at the tent in his pants, "You've tried..." I made a vague gesture with my hand that managed to make us both blush even more.

He nodded sheepishly and replied, "Yeah. Four times. It's been this way for hours and it just won't go away. God, it hurts."

My only explanation for what happened next is that I'm absolutely horrible before I've had a long hot shower and some form of caffeine. The fact that he wasn't actually missing a limb or bleeding out had lulled me back into a comfortable level of almost-sleep. Also, it was 3:30 in the morning and my judgement at that time has always been impaired. But for whatever reason, I just automatically leaned forward, saying "Momma will kiss it all better," while pulling down his track pants and kissing the head.

I sort of froze in that position with neither of us breathing and then looked up to see an expression of shock, pain, and awe on Nick's face. I don't know what possessed me -- perhaps it was just tasting precum again after weeks of going without -- but I slowly took the head in my mouth and started to suck on my son's cock, swirling my tongue around and around the head and into the hole at the tip to get more of his precum.

He closed his eyes and moaned, pushing his hips at my face a bit, and I paused long enough to say, "Shhh... don't wake your father," before I took him in my mouth again and sucked him. I stroked the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls in the other, pulling his pants down almost to his knees. After a few bobs up and down I was able to take the whole thing in, gagging a bit before letting it slip into my throat. It felt so good to have a cock in my mouth again.

I just wish it could have lasted longer. After the second or third time I deepthroated he grunted and I felt his warm cum flood my mouth and I kept it there for a moment, just relishing the feeling of it before I swallowed it all down. I licked and kissed the shaft a bit more, sucking it gently to get the last little bit out, before finally letting him go. He was going flacid, so I said "Looks like we don't have to go to the hospital. Try to get some sleep now, honey, you have school in the morning." I pulled his pants back up and he went off to bed. I quickly fingered myself to a pleasant orgasm and went to sleep.

* * *

When the alarm went off the next morning, my hand was still cupping my damp pussy. I idly stroked back and forth through my wetness and looked at the time: half an hour earlier than necessary. My husband and I always did that so that we could have a quickie in the morning, and I suppose neither of us could quite bring ourselves to reset the alarm.

I smiled a bit as I turned it off and decided that, like it or not, one of us had to swallow pride long enough to find out what was happening, and I decided that it might as well be me. I rolled over and touched his shoulder lightly, letting my fingers graze his back, but his body stiffened and he got out of bed. "Do you mind if I shower first?" he asked. I sighed, "No, go right ahead. I think I'll nap for a few more minutes." The bottom fell out of my stomach a bit as I watched him leave the room.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, contemplating what I had done the night before. Was it just a dream or had I really sucked my son's cock? The whole scenario just seemed too far-fetched... didn't it? I reached my hand up to my chin and felt some dried cum. No, I had definitely sucked Nick off... and enjoyed it. Enjoyed it quite a bit, if the current state of my pussy was any indication. I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass.

I started to play with myself, recalling the events of the previous night, and I wished nothing more than to do it again. Nick was so handsome, like his father at that age, and he was always so sweet to me. Of course, the fact that he had a big, delicious cock helped, too. I just wished that I'd been able to go down on him longer.

It reminded me a bit of my first time sucking cock, only in reverse. I'd been learning about sex from friends in school and I was really very horny and curious, but I was too shy to approach any of the boys. I discussed it with my best friend and she confided that she'd started her sexual education with her cousin. They were comfortable with each other because they already knew each other, and they didn't have to worry about falling in love or dating or anything like that. Plus, their parents liked the fact that they would hang out together. That got me to thinking.

I didn't have any cousins in town that I could enlist to help me out with my sexual education, and I didn't have any really good male friends, either. That left me with my father and brother as the two main males in my life, and my brother and I fought way too much for me to consider him.

I started to study my father any time we were in the same room at home. I took notice of his eyes and his smile for the first time... the way his hands looked so big and strong. He really was quite handsome, I had to admit. I could finally see why my friends all told me they had crushes on him. I made up my mind: it would be Daddy.

My mother was so pleased when I decided that I wanted to start wearing "nice clothes." I told her I had a crush on a boy and I wanted to look pretty for him, but I refused to tell her who it was. We went shopping and bought me cute little pleated skirts and tight(er) tops. Nothing incredibly sexy, really, but much more attractive than my usual jeans and a tshirt look.

I modeled them for my dad when I got home, doing little twirls that sent my skirts flying up a bit and showed him peeks of my panties. He blushed a bit and tried to find somewhere to look that didn't have him staring at thigh or ass or tits, telling me I looked beautiful. I smiled happily and bounced onto his lap to give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as I said thank you. I wiggled down on his slight erection for a moment before getting up and going back to my room to change.

After that, my mother was only too happy to encourage my new foray into girliness, and I started wearing my skirts and tight tops all the time. My flirting got a bit more overt over time. I would hug him more often and kiss him at the drop of a hat, though I made sure to hug my mother too, so that she wouldn't suspect. It got me so hot to press my body into him right in front of her, too.

My father, of course, was flustered and confused by my attentions, but that only made me more aggressive. Finally, one day my mother was in the kitchen making dinner, my brother was in his room, and my father and I were watching tv in the den when I decided to go for it. I went over to my Daddy and sat in his lap, facing him. He was so surprised, but I just leaned down and kissed him right on the lips.

"What the... what are you doing?" he asked in a surprised whisper, not wanting to alert my mother and bring her into the room. 

I nuzzled his neck and said, "I want you to teach me how to do things, Daddy." 

"Th-things?" he stuttered weakly. 

I nodded and brought his hands up to my chest, squeezing them on my breasts. "All kinds of things, Daddy."

I kissed him again and slid my panty-covered pussy back and forth across the erection in his pants, moaning into his mouth. By now, he was kissing me back and squeezing my breasts on his own. Then, my mother called us for dinner and he looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "God, what am I doing?" he asked rhetorically. "Be right there, honey, just gonna wash up." he called to my mother in the kitchen. I smiled and went in for dinner.

That night, I passed the time waiting for everyone to fall asleep by playing with my tight little pussy and dreaming of having my Daddy's cock inside it. At around 2am, when I knew everyone would be fast asleep, I took off my nightie and walked, naked, to my parents room. I knelt by the bed and lifted the blankets up, and touched my Daddy's cock while he slept. It was so soft, and then I felt it jump.

It grew bigger and bigger as I continued to stroke it gently, and I heard my Daddy moan in his sleep. And when I saw the drop of moisture at the tip, I did what my girlfriend had told me about and licked it off. That's all I did that first night, but soon I would go in every night and touch and lick my Daddy until his cock was nice and hard, and then I would suck on just the head. He never woke up... or at least, never let on that he did, and I became quite the little cocksucker.

I was brought out of my nostalgic revelrie by my husband coming in and saying I could have my turn in the shower. I looked at the clock. I'd been playing and daydreaming for almost half an hour, and now it was time to get ready for work.

I took my hand off my cunt with a sigh and padded down the hall to the bathroom for my morning shower. Thoughts of last night's encounter melded with my memories of my father as I slid my nightie off over my head and turned on the water to heat up. I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair and enjoyed the way my breasts bounced with the movement of my arm. Soon, I was stroking the soft skin, cupping the round, heavy flesh in my hands and tweaking my nipples. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling while remembering what it felt like to have them sucked. God, I missed that feeling.

I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by steam, so I got into the shower and let the scalding hot water cascade over my body. I stood there under the stream of water and let it soak my hair and body. I was still lost in thought, idly playing with my breasts, remembering what they had been like when I'd been pregnant with Nick. I loved how they were so full and sensitive. I sighed as I reached for the soap and started to lather my body. My husband had had a vasectomy years before, so I wouldn't be having any more children, much as I loved being pregnant. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but I'd been wanting another child for some time. It was just one more cause of unhappiness in our marriage, of late.

I thought more about my son as I washed my hair. He was pretty much all grown up now, and soon he'd be leaving to have a family of his own. I sighed again, thinking of how much I'd miss him. Over the past year or two, we'd become friends. I was going to miss hanging out together.

I shook myself out of my revelry, reminding myself that he didn't even have a girlfriend right now, so he was hardly going to get married any time soon. I shut off the water and squeezed the water out of my hair, wrapping it in a towel and then wrapping another towel around my body. I opened the door to go back to my room to dress, but then remembered my nightie still on the floor so bent over to pick it up.

When I stood up and turned around, there was Nick, staring at my legs with quite the tent in his boxers. I wondered what else he had seen in that brief moment when I'd leaned over. I blushed a bit, but smiled and said, "So honey, still have that problem I see. Well, if it doesn't go away in your shower, just come to Momma and she'll help you out." Then I laughed and kissed his cheek and went back to my bedroom. I was a bit surprised at my own forwardness, but apparently I could still flirt, even after a few years. The look on his face made me feel really good, too.

My husband was already dressed and heading downstairs by the time I got back to my bedroom. He was avoiding me even more than usual today. I sighed and shrugged and briskly towelled my hair, feeling the towel around my body slip a bit. I turned on the radio and began to sing and dance (my morning ritual) as I made my way over to my dresser to brush my hair out. I was in the middle of singing into my hairbrush when I heard the knock on my door.

It was Nick. He was still in his boxers and didn't look like he'd showered yet, and the tent in his boxers was still very much evident. "I don't want to take care of it in the shower, Mom," he said, "I'd much rather have you take care of it for me."

He wrapped his arms around me and then I felt his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for his tongue and moaned into him. He kissed me with such passion that I just melted against him, and I said not a word of protest when my towel dropped to the floor.

He cupped my ass in his hands and lifted me up and against his body, walking us over to my bed. He lay me down on it and fell down on top of me, still kissing me, and ground his cock against me. I whimpered with need and tangled my fingers in his hair and soon he was kissing my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin at my collar bone, licking his way down to my breasts. I moaned and arched my back up when his tongue flicked across my hard little nipple. My hands in his hair kept him firmly planted at my breast and he chuckled softly as he felt me writhe beneath him. I pulled him up for another hard kiss, but just for a moment before guiding him down to my other breast. I was breathing so hard and moaning so loudly that I'm surprised my husband didn't come up to investigate, but instead we heard the front door close behind him on his way to work.

Nick gently disentangled my hands from his hair and held them at my sides. "Spread your legs for me, Mom. I want to see inside you. I want to see where I came from." I blushed but felt compelled to do what he asked of me. His ministrations had made me even hotter, and I knew he'd find me dripping. 

I spread my legs as wide as I could as he kissed his way down my tummy. And then I felt his breath on my pussy. "Ohhhh... oh god, honey.. .please lick me, baby. It's been so long so long... please?"

He kissed my pussy lips, then slid his tongue between them and my begging turned into a high-pitched squeal of satisfaction. I wanted desperately to push his head into me harder, but he still held my hands at my sides, so he kept his slow, soft, agonizing pace. I was begging over and over again for him to let me cum, please let me cum, I need it baby... but to no avail. He kept me right there on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like forever. It was simultaneously heaven and hell.

I lay there on the bed, thrusting up at his face, arching my back, wiggling around in any way I could to get more of him. My eyes were closed, and so when he stopped licking me, I didn't realise at first what he was doing, and then I felt the bed move, and his weight on top of me.

"Oh fuck yes, Nick... please fuck me, honey. I need to feel that big hard cock of yours in my pussy... mmmmm" I started to moan as I felt the head of his dick move up and down my dripping slit. 

"Do you really want it, Mom?" he asked, panting slightly at the effort of holding back. "Do you really want me to fuck you? Do you?"

"Oh God YES Nick, YES, please fuck me ... fuck me hard and fast and let me feel your cum inside me!" 

I screamed when he finally rammed his cock right into me. He gave me the whole thing in one long, hard thrust. My nails dug into his back and my legs wrapped around my waist and I kept on begging for his cum as he fucked in and out of me with smooth, rapid strokes. I started cumming around him, spasming around his cock and squeezing it tight in me, and that was enough to make him groan and give me the cum I wanted so much.

I felt it spill inside me, filling me up, and it was enough to keep my orgasm going onto another wave. His thrusting slowed and eventually stopped, and we lay there, sweaty and satisfied, and we kissed.

Resisting the urge to fall back asleep after our lovemaking, Nick and I took a quick shower together that almost ended in more sex, except that I had to get to work. I skipped my usual morning ritual of breakfast and the newspaper and instead just hopped into my car and drove like a madwoman. I ended up being ten minutes early. I love it when the gods smile down on me like that.

I got some coffee from the machine in the break room and sat down at my desk, waiting for my email to finish downloading and marvelling at how I could still almost feel Nick inside me. That ghost-cock feeling never fails to amaze and arouse me. I squeezed my thighs together under my desk and bit my lip as I remembered what I'd been doing less than an hour before.

And then the phone rang and I had to get down to work. 

The morning was insanely busy, so I barely had time to breathe let alone think, and it was with relief that I finally broke for lunch... at around 2:30. I wandered out of the building and walked down to the lake, grateful once again that I worked so close to the waterfront downtown.

Wanting time to myself, I just got a hotdog and a Coke from one of the street vendors and sat on a bench, looking at the water and thinking.

My marriage, previously strong, was somehow now on the verge of ending, and I didn't know why. My husband wouldn't talk to me, and I had no idea what he might possibly be thinking. Then there was Nick.

My son had grown up seemingly overnight and was now a young man, and a wonderful one. Suddenly, I was feeling things for Nick that I had felt for my husband only recently. I could already feel the mental change occurring wherein Nick became less my son and more my partner. It was all happening so fast, and I was so confused, and yet... it felt so right.

Once more I thought of how my feelings of passion for Nick were similar to those I felt for my own father. Was it all just a taboo that I loved too much? Would I feel the same way if Nick were just any younger man that I had decided to have an affair with and not actually my son? I sighed as I finished my meal and watched the seagulls pounce on the bit of hotdog bun I'd thrown in their direction. Obviously I wouldn't be able to figure this out quickly, but just as obviously it was something that I'd have to give lots of thought to. I wandered back towards my office building, still deep in thought.

Don't Wake Daddy



Perhaps my earliest memory was seeing my father walking down the hall late at night in a zombie-like state. Every night I would hear strange noises in the hall, and being a curious child, one night I decided to investigate. I got up and walked over to my bedroom door and stealthily opened it a crack. There was my tall handsome athletic father walking slowly down the hallway as if in a trance. His eyes were open, but he was unseeing. 

My mother came out of their bedroom in her silky lacey nightgown and followed silently close behind him. When daddy got to the top of the staircase, my mother touched his arm. Slowly he turned and gazed through her. His hand came up and began stroking the fabric of her nightgown. Then when he had tightly clutched the silky material, my mother began to back down the hall to their bedroom. He followed her, not seeming to know where he was going or what he was doing. Then my mother would close the bedroom door, and I would get back into my own bed wondering what I had just witnessed.

I guess I was about ten years old, when my mother took me aside one day to explain everything to me.

"If you ever get up at night to go to the bathroom, and you see your father in the hall, you must be very quiet. Don't say a word."

"Why not?" I questioned.

"Daddy has a medical condition," she explained. "Somnambulism. Sleepwalking. He walks in his sleep."

"He walks in his sleep?" I laughed. "That's silly. You can't walk in your sleep."

"Some people walk in their sleep," mommy explained. "And you must be very, very careful not to wake them. It could be very dangerous. They could have a heart attack and die. And we don't want daddy to die, do we?"

"No," I agreed. I certainly did not want my daddy to die. My heart fluttered inside my chest. I felt fear. I loved my daddy so much. I had to be very careful never to wake him.

"So remember," mommy emphasized. If you ever see daddy walking in his sleep, remember. Don't wake daddy. Promise me?"

"I promise," I said, and crossed my heart.

In those days, mommy and daddy loved each other so much. Every day was like Christmas or a birthday. He was always bringing home presents for mommy. Beautiful packages. But it's funny. He always bought the same thing. Never flowers or candy. Never jewelry. Never perfume. Mommy would open the box and pretend to be surprised. "What a beautiful nightgown." She would lift the negligee and hold it in front of her. "Oh, Lance. Such a beautiful nightgown," she would always say.

"I can't wait to see it on you," he would always say. Then he would start feeling the fabric. He really loved nightgowns.

"Look, Kenny," Mommy would say to me. "Isn't this a beautiful nightgown daddy bought mommy?"

"Yes," I would answer.

"Come over here, Kenny," Daddy would say. "Feel mommy's nightgown." I would start running my fingers over it. "Isn't that silky. Doesn't that feel nice?" Daddy would ask me.

"Yes," I would agree. It felt nice, all right, but not that great.

As the years went on, however, I could see that my mother was tiring. Every night she would be up walking the halls with him. Making sure he didn't wake up, didn't bump into a wall, didn't fall down the stairs. Every night she would touch daddy's arm, and he would latch on to her nightgown, and blindly follow her as she led him back into their bedroom and closed the door.

"I'm so tired," mommy would complain to me. "I haven't had a decent night's sleep in years. Every night I have to watch your father, and stay with him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. I wish I could have a vacation. I need a vacation so badly."

"Mommy. Take a vacation," I said. I was eighteen now. A young man. I felt that I could handle things.

"No. No. That wouldn't work," she said.

"Why not?" I was so naive.

"Well, even though your father is asleep, he has a certain routine he follows."

"I could follow it. Just tell me what to do," I said.

"No you couldn't follow it," she said. "Don't ask me to explain. Your father likes to know that I'm near him, even in his sleep." But I could see that she was mulling over what I had suggested.

"Oh," I said, thinking that daddy could really get along on his own for a couple of weeks as long as I was there to make sure he didn't fall down the stairs.

"Also," mommy continued. "Your bedroom is down the hall. How would you even know when he was up walking?"

I didn't know the answer to that one. It was a hard one. Of course I had been waking up for years just as he started his promenade. I had seen this spectacle almost every night for most of my life. But suppose I didn't wake up at just the right time one night? Suppose daddy got to the top of the stairs and fell down the long flight, and was killed? But mommy looked so tired. She really needed a break. I thought and I thought Suddenly I got this insane idea. "I could tie bells around his ankle," I suggested.

"I could tie bells around his ankle," I repeated. It was such a great idea. I was really excited with my own brilliance. "Then when daddy got up and started walking I would hear the jingling, and I would wake up and help him back to bed."

"You would wake up?" She asked. It was an interesting idea. If I could be trusted to make sure daddy stayed safe.....she might just consider a trip to Florida. To lie on the beach all day. To sleep all night. Fast asleep all night long. I could see her pondering the idea. It was appealing.

"I would definitely wake up," I promised. "Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to daddy. Get on the Internet. Book a flight. Book a hotel. Everything will be fine."

Mommy weighed the pros and cons and made a decision. She smiled at me gratefully. She told daddy of our plan. He agreed to wear a circle of bells around his ankle when he went to sleep. He even went out and bought them. He knew mommy was tired and needed a rest. He felt guilty that she had had to watch him all these years every night. But what could he do? He was a sleepwalker and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Don't worry, honey," he said to mommy. "Kenny here will handle everything just fine. You'll watch out for me. Won't you, son?"

"I sure will, dad," I swore. "I'll take real good care of you."

"Oh I love you guys," my mom said. She hugged first my father, then me, as she started to cry.

"Just have a great vacation," my father told her. 

We drove her to the airport and kissed her good-bye as she went through security. We waved and waved. She turned around and blew kisses. I could see she was crying. My father and I drove home. He put the car in the garage and went into the living room to watch television. I went into the kitchen and began to reheat the dinner mommy had left for us in the refrigerator. Macaroni and cheese.

After dinner we watched more television. Daddy lay on the couch, and I stretched out on the floor in front of the couch. Every once in a while he would reach down and tousle my hair affectionately. At around eleven o'clock we climbed the stairs and got ready for bed. Daddy stripped down to his white jockeys. And I went to my own room and donned my striped pajamas.

From down the hall, I could hear jingle, jingle, jingle. Daddy was putting on his bells. I walked down to his room and peeked in the door. Daddy smiled at me and waved his foot in the air. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. We both laughed. Everything was going to be just fine.

I went back to my room and climbed under the covers, and quickly fell asleep. The next thing I knew, my eyes opened, and I could hear a noise down the hall. Behind his bedroom door. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Something was afoot. It was daddy.

The jingle was getting faster and louder. It was nearing his bedroom door. It was still a little muffled, but then it wasn't. He had opened his bedroom door. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. He was coming down the hall. He was getting close to my bedroom. Quickly I got up and opened my bedroom door. There he was in his tight bulging jockeys, mechanically marching down the hall, open-eyed, but unseeing. 

As he passed me, I quietly fell in step behind him. He was getting closer and closer to the top of the stairs. That was dangerous. If he ever fell down the stairs..... Well, between the fall, and suddenly waking up and realizing you're falling. That would be the end. My heart was pounding in my chest. I noticed my fathers beautiful round white-cotton covered buns, but I couldn't concentrate on that. I had to make sure he didn't wake up. I had to make sure he didn't fall down the stairs. Mommy was in Florida on vacation. This was now my job. I had volunteered. 

Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. He was so close to the top of the staircase. Gently I reached out and laid a single finger on his arm. He seemed to respond to it. Blindly he turned and faced me. I looked down and glanced at his impressive white-cotton covered cock, bulging, bulging. Quickly I raised my eyes to his. His eyes were staring blankly. He didn't even see me.

His hand reached out and started clawing at my pajamas. I backed up to get further from the stairs. He followed me. He kept fingering my pajamas. He was getting very upset. I didn't know why. I only knew I had to get him back to bed. As he held on to my pajamas, I began backstepping toward his bedroom. He followed me. Both hands now were fitfully pulling on my nightclothes. His face was a mass of confusion and distress. Then I realized. He was used to feeling mommy's soft, silky, lacy nightgown, and here I was in my rough cotton-polyester blend PJ's.

There was nothing I could do about that now. I just kept backstepping toward his bedroom and he mechanically followed me, holding onto my garment. Inside the bedroom, I maneuvered myself onto the bed, and he tumbled down beside me, still clutching my night clothing. 

Finally, thank-goodness, he seemed to be calming down. He wasn't letting go of me though. I figured I would have to spend the night on mommy's side of the bed. I faced the left wall, and daddy lay behind me, his cheek against my hair. I could feel his whole body lined up along mine. No. I couldn't think about that now. Time to get some sleep. 

I finally started to doze off, and daddy had calmed down. His breathing had gotten very regular. Then suddenly it wasn't regular. My eyes snapped open. I felt a blinding pain in my crotch. My pajamas were crushing my balls. What was going on???

Then I realized. Daddy's hands were on the seat of my pajama bottoms and he was pulling up. Pulling up hard. The pajama bottoms were crushing my balls. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. I didn't dare wake daddy. What was he doing? I reached my own hands down and tried to pull my pajamas bottoms down. Away from my groin. Oh, the pain. In his sleep, he thought he was lifting mommy's nightgown. 

Daddy was pulling up. I was pulling down. Suddenly his grip loosened and I won. My pajama bottoms slipped off my bottom and below my rear. Now I felt the heat of daddy's cotton-clad bulge against my naked rump. He was stroking his swelling tumescence against me. Then his hands came down, and he began stroking my exposed flesh. I started to get goose bumps. His breathing calmed again as he kneaded my cheeks. I felt his hot even breath on my neck. Then he exhaled a little, and I heard jingle, jingle, jingle. He was moving. His hands left my bottom. I felt him behind me lowering his tight white jockey shorts. 

Now his tumescence was really swollen. It was sticking straight out between us, round and fat and probably about ten inches long. My god. I was only six. My father was more like ten. And twice as thick. It was a donkey dick. 

He started pressing it into the crack between my virgin cheeks. It came to an abrupt halt at my dry asshole. He started to press. Oh, no. Oh, my god. He would kill me. I had to wake him. No. I couldn't wake him. I was frantic. I reached my hand behind me and grabbed his dick. I circled it with my palm and fingers. In his sleep, he seemed to accept that my wrapped hand was a cunt. He started fucking my hand, which I kept firmly in place in front of my asshole. He was not getting into my asshole. He could fuck my hand. That would be okay, I decided.

But it wasn't going well. His cock was not sliding smoothly in my grip. I could tell by his breathing that he was not happy. I quickly lifted my hand to my mouth and licked it all over. I spit copious amounts of saliva into my palm, and quickly reached my hand around and encircled his dick again. This was better. His hard stiff dick was sliding in and out of my hand. His breathing calmed and I felt his lips and tongue on my neck. As he pressed in and out of my hand, his legs moved and the bells around his ankle went jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle.

His breathing was getting thready, and now he was nipping my neck. I would have a black and blue mark. His powerful ass slammed forward, and his cock slipped through my fingers and lodged against my virgin asshole. Just then his cock swelled and he shot his thick cream right between my cheeks, where it absolutely covered my asshole. I had hot cum all over my hand as well.

After that daddy seemed to fall into a deeper sleep. I figured I was safe for the night and dozed off a little myself. Toward morning I woke up and assessed the situation. 

It would not be good if daddy woke up and realized what had happened the night before. He would feel so guilty. He would feel like some kind of awful pervert. And he had no idea what he had done in his sleep. I had to protect him. I got up on tippy toes and went to the bathroom where I wet a wad of toilet paper. I sneaked over to the bed and stealthily cleaned him up. I wiped away all the traces of cum, and gently pulled his jockeys back up over his cock and balls. I tucked him in and smoothed out the blankets. Then I tiptoed to my own bedroom and got back into my own bed.

This was something I hadn't counted on. How was I to handle this? I couldn't fall back to sleep. I lay there in the early morning darkness devising a plan.

The next day while daddy was at work, I drove out to Highway 72 where there was a porn film theatre and sex shop. I made a couple of purchases in the sex shop, and then I stopped off at the grocery store for some canned goods before returning home.

I did a few necessary things around the house, like moving some of mommy's nightgowns from my parents' closet to mine, before opening the can of corned beef hash and the can of baked beans I had bought for our dinner.

I fried the hash and heated the beans after daddy got home. I called him from the TV into the dining room, and we had our dinner. Daddy made a big fuss over my cooking abilities.

"Oh, daddy," I protested. "They're just cans."

"But they're delicious," daddy persisted. "I couldn't do this. If you weren't here, I'd have to go down to the diner. " He reached across the table and gave my cheek a pinch. I think I blushed a little. I made up my mind that tomorrow night, I would prepare some intricate recipes for daddy's dinner. If he liked the hash and beans so much, who knew what I might come up with.

We watched television until around eleven o'clock. The same as we had the night before. Daddy's hand lazily hung off the couch, and his fingers lazily combed through my hair.

From my bedroom, finally I heard the jingle, jingle, jingle. Daddy had attached his tinkly little anklet of bells. Now I had to get ready. I couldn't let myself be unprepared the way I had been the night before. 

I went into the bathroom and gave myself several clear water douches. I had bought a little plastic disposable enema, but I emptied the contents and just kept filling it with clear warm water, which I shot up into me and expelled, until I was sure I was very clean.

Then I went back into my bedroom and shut the door. I opened the bag from the sex shop. I removed a large plastic dildo shaped like a penis. I had also bought a big jar of something called Lube-Ricious. I coated the dildo with the Lube-Ricious, and then I dipped my fingers in the jar and covered them with the clear slidy gel. I lay back on my bed and raised my legs, bringing my coated hand around to my bottom. 

I began to rub the Lube-Ricious all around my anal opening, and then I began to feed my fingers inside. In and out. In and out. Up and down. Up and down. Right to left. Left to right. Yes. I was opening a little. 

I took the Lube-Ricious coated plastic penis and inserted it between my asscheeks. Gentle I flicked it all around the hole, and ever so easily I pressed a little. I felt my assflesh separating around it. It was going in. Yes a little. Now a little more. No. It was stopping. It felt dry again.

I took it out and coated it with more Lube-Ricious. I stuck it back inside my ass, and it moved a little further in. Then it felt dry again. I recoated it and reinserted it. Good gracious. At this rate I would run out of lube before I knew it. Three was the magic number. This time it slipped all the way in. I moved it in. I moved it out. I moved it up. I moved it down. I moved it right. I moved it left. I worked on my ass for almost a half hour. I kept having to add more Lube-Ricious. But my hole was getting bigger. Bigger and wider and more spacious. Finally I withdrew the plastic penis. I went to the closet and took out the beautiful lacey pink nightgown that daddy had bought mommy last Christmas. It really was stunning. I slipped it over my head, and smoothed it out over my body. No rough cotton-acetate pajamas to upset daddy tonight. Tonight I was all decked out in a beautiful satiny lacey gown. Daddy's sleeping fingers would approve when they touched this.

I climbed under the covers and drifted off to sleep. Whatever might happen, I was prepared.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but I heard the cheery bell sounds tinkling, and I opened my eyes. Daddy was on the move again. Before getting out of bed, I coated the dildo with Lube again, and raised my nightgown. It slid easily up my ass now. To make sure, I coated it and inserted it two more times, to make sure my rectum was totally slippery. "That ought to do it," I thought.

I heard daddy's bedroom door open and the jingle, jingle, jingle started moving down the hall toward me. I walked to the door of the bedroom and opened the door. Daddy passed me unseeingly and began heading toward the dangerous staircase. Really. This was ridiculous. Given daddy's condition we should have long ago moved to a one-story house, so there would be no danger of daddy tumbling down the stairs.

When daddy got to the top of the stairs, I decided enough was enough. I gently touched his arm. He stopped. He turned toward me. He looked right through me. He grabbed my nightgown and started fingering it. Running his palms over it. He was not upset tonight. I had been right. He wanted to feel the nightgown.

I stepped back. Daddy stepped forward, following me. Again I backstepped down the hall all the way to his bedroom, and we sat down on the edge of the bed, side by side. Daddy was staring at the dresser across the room, but not seeing it. He kept playing with my nightgown. I eased him back, until we were both lying on the bed. Side by side. Just as we had been the night before. 

He spooned into me and rubbed his covered protrusion against my bottom again. He was stroking the shiny material. Then I felt my gown lifting. This time there was nothing to catch in my crotch and castrate me. The nightgown lifted easily, and soon my naked asscheeks were lying against daddy's bulky groin. I heard bells as I felt daddy struggling around, and lifting his bottom. I reached back with my hand. Just as I had thought. His large stiff hammer was now free of the confining jockeys. 




Don't Wake Daddy



He sidled against me and I felt the hot hard hammer against my cheeks. Then it slipped between my cheeks, and then it was pressing against my opening. My well-lubricated opening. It was slipping in. It was actually slipping in. I can't say it didn't hurt. Even though I had a ton of Lube-Ricious in my ass, it still hurt. But it wasn't so bad that I couldn't stand it. I moved back a little, trying to adjust my flesh around the bulky invader. If it was a question of my ass, or my dear daddy's very life, there was just no choice. I would gladly sacrifice my virgin ass for my beloved father.

He pushed into me more and more. I pushed back against him more and more. It didn't hurt any more. I just felt wonderfully stuffed. Stuffed and full. I was filled with my daddy's cock. As I thought about this, my own less than gigantic dick started to erect. I played with it as daddy hunched into me. It was so delicious. The tiny bells were going jingle, jingle, jingle. My ass was going tingle, tingle, tingle. I stroked my cock. I stroked my balls. Daddy stroked my ass. The bells were ringing. I was in heaven.

Daddy's hands were caressing all over my body, feeling the shiny, satiny nightgown. Even though he was fast asleep, my father urged me onto my stomach and rolled his body on top of mine. He was fucking like a master. The bells were jingling, jingling, jingling. My ass was tingling, tingling, tingling. His big cock was mushrooming inside of me and then it came. The blasts. His legs shot out and his whole body shook with each blast of cum into my asspassage. Jingle, spurt. Jingle, spurt, Jingle, spurt. And on and on and on. 

We fell asleep that way. I mean daddy was already asleep, but I drifted off. I was lying face down on the bed and daddy was on top of me, his big, warm, now-pliable cock sleeping in my asshole.

Fortunately, again I woke up before daddy. I carefully extricated myself from beneath him. Again I went to the bathroom and got a wad of wet toilet paper. I sponged daddy's Lube-Ricious coated cock clean, and eased his shorts back over his floppy dick. I covered him lovingly with the blankets and went back to my own room. I took off the nightgown and put on my own cotton-acetate pajamas. I climbed under the blankets, and this time I fell asleep. I was really bushed.

Daddy was up before me now, and boy was he cheerful. He was whistling and singing when I came into the kitchen. He poured some cereal into a bowl for me, and splashed on some milk.

"What's up, champ?" he asked me.

"Nothing much," I answered. I really couldn't tell him what was up.

"God. I feel just great today. Just great." He flexed all his muscles. "I wonder how come I feel so terrific."

I knew why he felt so terrific, but obviously I couldn't tell him.

"What's on for today?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I answered. "I have to pick up a couple of things."

What I had to pick up was several more jars of Lube-Ricious. I would need them. On the way back from the sex store on Highway 72, I stopped at the food market. I bought a beautiful duckling, and potatoes for baking, and broccoli. Tonight I would make daddy Duck a l'Orange, and baked potatoes, and broccoli au gratin. There was no reason daddy couldn't have a good home-cooked meal and a nice dinner to come home to just because mommy was on vacation. I was here. I was not a cripple. I could take care of daddy just as well as mommy could.

After I finished drying all the dishes and the roasting pan, I joined daddy in the living room. Again I sat on the floor in front of the couch where he was lying. His fingers again thoughtlessly combed through my hair, and even affectionately stroked my cheeks as he watched the basketball game. I didn't really like basketball, but I watched with daddy. I wanted to be with him. Mommy was on vacation and I didn't want him to have to be alone.

I knew he appreciated the sacrifices I was making for him, because when he turned off the television and we got up to go upstairs, he impulsively grabbed me in his strong arms and just squeezed.

"I really love you, son. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, daddy. I know that. And I love you too."

"That's my Kenny. That's my sweet boy." He squeezed me again and even kissed my cheek. I kind of backed away a little bit because I was getting a hard-on and I didn't want him to feel it.

We went upstairs. He went to his bedroom and I went to mine. Again I prepared myself. I donned my nightgown and climbed under the covers. I slept a little while. I slept until my ears detected jingle, jingle, jingle. Quickly I sat up and relubricated my passage with the gel and the plastic penis.

I touched daddy's arm before he got so close to the staircase tonight. I was getting more confident. I knew I wouldn't wake him. Everything happened as it had the night before, and daddy jingled my way to heaven.

Night after night it happened. Always the same. Until one night it was a little different. I can't explain it. I don't know what was different. Daddy was lying on top of me working his penis in and out of my hole. I was now pretty open, and it was all very easy and even pleasant. Pleasant isn't the word. I loved it. I loved it like mad. I practiced working my assmuscles all around daddy's dick. Making it roomy for him. Making it tight for him. Raising my ass up to him. Feeling his wiry hairs against my butt. My ass was learning to draw and suck on his injector tube. 

I listened to his even sleep-breathing in my ear. And then I notice something different. His breathing was a little different. I wondered about that. His hands, as always, played with my silky nightgown. But now his hands were climbing under my nightgown, squeezing my flesh. Squeezing my asscheeks, squeezing my hips, squeezing my thighs, squeezing my flat breasts. His tongue was in my ear. I didn't remember that happening before. But what the hell. I just went with it. Whatever.

When he shot into me, he seemed a little more savage than usual. He was really pinching my nipples. They were hurting. I just bit my lip and accepted it. His cock was after all spurting his precious daddysperm into my thirsty insatiable boycunt.

After I cleaned up and went to my own room, I lay there in my crushed nightgown. My head was spinning, and I didn't even bother to change into my pajamas. It had been different tonight. What was it? Could daddy have been awake when he fucked me tonight? Did he know he was fucking his own son's asshole? Did he like fucking his own son's asshole? All these questions tumbled madly through my mind. 

No. No. No. I rejected all my suspicions. Of course, daddy was asleep. I could never let him know what was happening between us. Even though I wanted to throw my arms around him and turn my face up to his, and have him stick his large tongue between my lips, and eat out my mouth as I sucked his tongue, as his hands played with my asscheeks, and his fingers dug into my hungry asshole. Just thinking about daddy was making me stiff. I lifted my nightgown and beat off in a frenzy. I just let it soak into the gown. I would wash it tomorrow. And besides there were dozens more.

Three weeks had passed and mommy was due home in a few days. One morning while daddy was dipping toast into his egg yellow, and I was chewing on my Wheatcrunchy cereal, which was covered with milk and lots and lots of brown sugar, the phone rang. Daddy picked it up. "Hi, honey," he said into the phone. "It's your mother," he whispered to me.

I rushed into the living room and picked up the extension. Mommy was crying. Why was mommy crying?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," sobbed mommy.

"Calm down, Edith," daddy said. "Just come home. We'll get through this."

"I just told you I can't come home," she said. "I've met someone, and we're in love. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not coming back."

"Edith, please. Come home. We can talk this over. When you're back home, you'll forget all about him."

"I won't forget him. I'll never forget him. I'm in love."

I started to cry into the phone. "Mommy. Come home. Please come home."

"I can't baby. I just can't. I love you so much, honey. Please take care of your father for me. Promise me that."

"I promise, mommy," I said. That would be an easy promise to keep. Finally the conversation was over and daddy and I hung up. I went back into the kitchen. Poor daddy was sitting with his head in his hands, shaking his head. "I don't understand it," he said. "I don't understand it."

I went over and tried to comfort him. I put my hand on his shoulder. He leaned his head to the side and caressed my hand with his cheek. Then he kissed it. "My boy. My sweet boy. What would I ever do without you?" I love you so much, I love you so much." He was crying.

I started to cry too. I threw my arms around his shoulders. "I love you, daddy. I love you so much." We hugged each other, and our faces touched, and our tears ran together.

Daddy tried to get hold of himself. "It's okay, honey. We'll be fine. Just the two of us. You'll see. Come on now. Finish your breakfast."

I sat down and choked down the rest of my Wheatcrunchies. They were not going down easily. Daddy started to do the dishes, but I pushed him aside. "I'll do that," I told him.

Daddy went up to his bedroom. He called me upstairs. When I entered the room he was sitting on the bottom of the bed clutching a big gold box. He was rocking back and forth as if in mourning. "Sit down," he said, patting the spot next to him. I sat. 

"I want you to see something," he said. He untied the ribbon and opened the beautiful box. Inside was a magnificent embroidered blue satin nightgown. He lifted it tenderly out of the box and stroked the smooth material. "I bought this to give to your mother when she got back from her vacation." He looked at it sadly. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asked me. "Don't you think it's beautiful?"

"Daddy. It's just gorgeous. I know she would have loved it."

"If only I could have seen her in it. I wanted to see her wearing it." 

I patted his shoulder consolingly.

"I want to see what it looks like when it's being worn. Kenny. Would you? Would you put it on for me?"

"Daddy!" I gasped. "You want me to put on a nightgown?"

"Yes, please. Do it for me. I want to see it being worn. I want to see how it drapes. Please."

"All right," I said hesitantly. "I'll change in my room."

"No. Change here," said Daddy. "I'm your father. You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me."

I started to unbutton my top shirt button. Daddy reached over and started to unbutton the next one. He was really anxious. When my shirt was unbuttoned, he lifted it off my shoulders. I raised my arms, and daddy lifted my t-shirt over my head. I started to unbuckle my belt, but daddy was ahead of me. He unbuckled it. He lowered my pants, and sat me down on the bed. I raised my legs and daddy took off my shoes and socks, and then pulled my pants off of my legs. 

I was wearing only my underpants now. I stood up thinking I would put on the nightgown, but the minute I stood up, daddy lowered my underpants to the floor. He supported me while I stepped out of them. I was completely naked now. But not for long. Daddy had me raise my arms, and the beautiful blue nightgown slipped over my head and fell around my body in luxurious folds.

"Turn around," daddy said. I turned, feeling the fabric sweep with me. Daddy kept turning me and feeling the material all over. Over my chest, over my stomach, over my thighs front and back, over my bottom. "Keep turning, honey. Keep turning. Oh, it looks great. It looks so great."

I swirled around in front of my father, and I noticed that his hand had moved to the tent that had formed in his pants. 

"Oh, you look so hot in that nightgown, honey" he said. "So hot. So hot." And he was playing with his tent.

Suddenly he grabbed me to him and pressed me against him. I could feel his hard penis pressing into my lower abdomen. He clasped his lips over mine and his hot heavy tongue darted into my mouth. I tasted his saliva, and my own penis started stiffening. His hands were squeezing my asscheeks. Pinching them and squeezing them as he licked all over my mouth.

Now I was sure that my suspicions had been correct. He had come awake last night. He had known that he was fucking me. That had to be the answer. Otherwise he would not dare to be so bold now.

"Oh, baby," he crooned. "You're so hot. You're so hot. What a hot tight little body." He continued to jam his tongue down my throat, and I licked it with my own tongue.

He was caressing the large package in his pants. "Take my cock out, honey."

"Daddy," I protested.

"Come on, baby. Take my cock out." He pulled down his zipper and brought my hand to the opening in his pants. He guided my hand inside. I started stroking his stretched jockey shorts. "Go inside, baby," he encouraged me. I reached up through the leg opening and wrapped my hand around his monster rod.

"Oh, that feels so good, honey. So good. You're getting me so hot." He stepped back and dropped his trousers to the floor. He tore off the rest of his clothes, and took my hand off his dick only long enough to drop his shorts.

"Get down on your knees, honey," he said.

"On my knees?" I looked up into his eyes.

"Get on your knees, baby." He pressed down on my shoulders and soon I was kneeling before him. His long hard cock was facing my mouth, pressing against my lips. "Come on, honey. Suck my dick. Suck your daddy's hard dick, sweetness.

He pressed my head forward. 

"I've never sucked a dick, daddy," I told him.

"Well now's your chance to try it. You'll like it. Come on, baby." I opened my mouth just a little bit and he moved his cock into it. It slid along my tongue. It moved forward relentlessly and hit the back of my throat. I started choking and gagging. "Stay with it, honey. You'll get used to it. You'll like it. Suck daddy's dick. Suck daddy's big dick." 

I started studiously sucking my daddy's big dick. He was right. I did like it. It was so big and strong and powerful. Just like my daddy. I licked all over the big head. I licked up and down and all around the long shaft. Then I lowered my face and took one of his large swinging balls into my mouth. "AAAGGGHHH, that's it, that's it. You're so good. You're such a great cocksucker. Suck my big balls. AAAGGGHHH." I moved my mouth to the other ball and he bucked in insane pleasure.

"Lick my ass," he ordered.

'What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"You fucking heard me. Eat my ass. Stick your fucking tongue up my sweet ass." He turned and bent slightly at the waist, and with his two hands pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his little rose-pink hole. I stuck my tongue out and tentatively gave a little lick.

"Come on, kid," he said harshly. "Get in there."

I stuck my tongue in and worshipped his asshole as he twisted around and bucked and roared. "That's it. That's it. You're so good. You're a professional little whore, honey. Eat it, bitch."

We were both getting turned on by his rough talk, which was so uncharacteristic of my daddy. But it was sending me into a sexual tizzy. 

"My cock," he said. "Go back to my cock."

I moved my mouth back over onto his enormous dick and sucked away as he moaned and groaned. "AAAGGGHHH. AAAGGGHHH. What a great sucker. What a great little cocksucker. Oh, baby. What you do to me. AAAGGGHHH."

With encouragement like that how could I stop? I happily slurped away on my father's penis.

"Come on, baby," he said.

"What I asked?"

"Get on the bed. I want to fuck your sweet ass."

"Daddy!" I said reprovingly. How he was talking.

"Come on. Get on the bed. It's fuck time. My dick wants to climb up your hot little ass and shoot a load of thick white cum." He steered me onto the bed and threw me down. He climbed on top of me. I was face up. I had never been face up before.

He lifted my legs and crawled between them. He lowered my legs onto his strong shoulders and kneewalked into my asshole. As his cock was pressing against my tight little entrance, I realized that I had not preprepared with Lube-Ricious. I was not prelubricated. I was worried. But the cock was going in and going in. It was going in without the Lube-Ricious. In. In. In. And now I felt his large balls resting against my asscheeks. He was all the way home. He began a slow in-out movement, and it was delicious. I lowered my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. I threw my arms around him. I had him imprisoned in all my limbs as he fucked my hot hole, and he was loving it. And I was loving it. I raised my ass up to meet his hard thrust, and heard the sexual sound of slapping flesh. Again and again and again we slapped together.

Now I had my tongue in his mouth, and he was sucking it. This was so hot. So hot. "Oh, daddy," I moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my hot ass."

"I'm fucking your hot ass, baby. Daddy's fucking your hot tight ass." His hands kept playing with my beautiful nightgown. My nightgown. Not mommy's. Mine. Daddy's hands moved to my flat tits and began squeezing and pinching. Too bad I really didn't have swelling breasts, but daddy didn't seem to mind. He seemed to be very happy with me just the way I was.

"Do you want my cum in your asshole, honey? You want me to shoot my load up your hot little bottom." He was pounding away on top of me. His sweat was dripping into my eyes. I didn't care. I liked it. I liked all of it.

"Yes," I answered.

"Yes, what?" he panted.

"Yes, daddy. I want your thick hot cum in my asshole. I want your sperm inside my body. If only I were a girl so that you could make a baby in me."

"Yes, honey. That's what I'd like too. To make a baby in you. To make another baby inside my first baby." He hammered away inside my ass. As I fucked up to him and felt his balls hitting me, I almost forgot I was a boy for a few minutes. I thought I was a beautiful little girl, and that my daddy was going to spray his powerful seed in me and plant a child in my womb. And then he was spurting. He was coming. He was coming inside of me. This was so glorious. I was pregnant. I was pregnant. I shot my own load and got some of it on my beautiful new nightgown. It got it all over daddy's belly, and he ran his fingers through my ejaculate. I was pregnant. I was pregnant with my daddy's child.

Then I came back to myself. The sexual delirium left me and I realized. I was not pregnant. I could not get pregnant. I was not a girl. I was a boy. My daddy had not shot his load into my womb. He had shot his load into my ass. In fact, his cock was still in my ass, and my arms and legs were still wrapped around his body. I raised my lips to his, and we kissed again. A sweet gentle father-son kiss. A kiss of thank-you from me to him and him to me. Oh my sweet wonderful daddy. I guess we would survive without mommy. Just the two of us. Just us two.

The years passed and mommy occasionally came to visit with her new husband, Albert. He was a nice man. But nothing like my wonderful handsome daddy. Mommy didn't know what she had lost.

Every night I would get into a different beautiful nightgown and model it for daddy. He was always buying me new ones. Presents. Nightgown presents. I really did love the silky feel of them. They were so beautiful. And my daddy always said I looked beautiful in my nightgowns. After I had spun around for daddy for fifteen minutes or so, we would climb into his bed, and I would get down and suck his big cock.

And then he would fuck me. Fuck me in every position imaginable. I loved his big cock inside of me, and I must admit that every time he fucked me, I would allow myself to fantasize and imagine that I was daddy's little girl, and that his cum was going to make a baby inside me. It was just my imagination. It didn't hurt anyone to imagine that.




Don't Wake Daddy



Maybe mommy left daddy because of the sleepwalking. I just don't know. The funny thing is once I started sleeping next to daddy in his bed, he stopped walking in his sleep. He never sleepwalked again. Maybe all those years he had been searching for something. Searching for something he could not find. But now, finally, he had found it. And it was me. His own precious son. Maybe I was what he had always secretly yearned for. 

We have been a loving couple for many years now. I would never leave my daddy for another man the way my mother had. After all, my daddy is my daddy. Who would ever love me more than my own daddy? And I know you'll think this is silly, but even though my daddy doesn't wear his anklet of bells anymore, every night when my daddy inserts his wonderful prick into my delighted boypussy (daddy's word), the whole world seems to go jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle...........jingle all the way.



Don't Wake Daddy Ch. 02



I had been secretly sucking on my Daddy's cock for about 2 months before anything else happened. I would go, naked, into his room almost every night and just lick him and hold him in my mouth. I ever actually continued long enough for him to orgasm, but I would relish the feel of him on my tongue and think about what else I'd like to do with him, if I could.

Of course, my daily attempts at seduction didn't cease and desist when I started my nightly adventures. I still flashed my panties at him on a fairly regular basis, and I sat in his lap at the slightest provocation. I also took to giving overly-close and very long hugs, pressing my body tight against his and rubbing a bit. That always got him flustered, and more than once I felt his erection before he managed to pull away.

Finally, one night, my best friend Vanessa slept over. She and I had been planning my seduction together, and I was catching her up on my progress (nothing new to report) and how I was getting rather sad at my lack of success. To take our minds off of that, we did what we usually did during sleepovers: we made out. 

I know it sounds all trite and cliched, but we really did learn to kiss with each other, and it always managed to cheer me up when I was down.

Of course, we usually waited until fairly late at night to do that, when we were under the covers in our pyjamas, but this time we were doing it, still in our school uniforms, right before dinner time. We weren't doing anything too risquee, though, just kissing while sitting on my bed, but it was still a bit of a shock to my poor father when he walked in to tell us dinner was ready and found us like that.

We both blushed and my father stuttered and rushed out of the room, and all of us were pretty quiet during the meal. Afterwards, Vanessa and I helped my mom clean up the dishes and then we went back up to my room to do "homework." My father came up after a while and knocked hesitantly on the door, asking if he could come in.

"Girls, I just wanted to apologise for barging in here like that, earlier. I should have respected your privacy more than that, and I hope you can forgive me. And Heather, please know that you can talk to me about anything at all, ok?" He said his speech quietly and solemnly and then wished us good night and left. We looked at each other in surprise, and then giggled. 

"God, Vanessa... my dad thinks I'm gay!" I said in a derisive tone.

"But think of what he just said! You can talk to him about anything! There's your opening," Vanessa replied. She had a good point. We spent the rest of the evening formulating a plan.

The next day was Saturday and while Vanessa would usually spend the day with me after a sleepover, she made up an excuse of some sort about having to do something that day and went over to visit her cousin. She got to have a good fuck, and I got to have another shot at my Daddy.

My mother was out with a friend doing antiquing or some such, and my brother was out playing baseball when I tracked down my Daddy in his office. I knocked quietly and entered.

"Daddy... did you mean what you said yesterday about me being able to talk to you about anything?" I asked in a tremulous voice. Sometimes I think I should have gone into theatre at some point.

"Of course, sweetie, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.

Poor guy, he had no clue.

I walked over and sat in his lap like I used to do when I was a little girl and had questions. He snuggled me in close and held me, wanting to give me physical support since I seemed to be upset. I just enjoyed the closeness and surreptitiously inhaled the scent of his aftershave. I could feel myself getting excited.

"Daddy... what is sex like?" I asked. I swear to god, he stopped breathing altogether. If I hadn't had my head pressed so close to his chest that I could hear his heart beating, I would have been concerned for his health.

"Um... maybe you should talk to your mother about that," he said while trying to gently disengage me from his lap.

"But I can't talk to Mom about that kind of stuff. She makes me feel all embarassed. I can talk to you, though... can't I?" I managed to sniffle a little bit at the end of my question, and he hugged me close again.

"Well... alright. Why do you suddenly want to know what sex is like?" he asked, stalling for time.

"Because Vanessa says that it's really nice, and so do other girls at school. And because boys keep asking me to do it with them, and I want to know more about it first," I told him matter-of-factly.

I really shocked him with that one. He sat there with his mouth open for a moment, unable to reply, so I shifted around on his lap until I was facing him, my legs on either side of his hips and said, all concerned, "Daddy? Are you ok?"

"I'm just fine, Princess," he said eventually. "I just had no idea that you were being pressured for sex at school. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did." I said, and then continued, "don't worry, though, I haven't done it, yet. I just want to know what it's like because sometimes I get these feelings inside me and they feel really good, and I want to know if sex feels better."

"Feelings?" he asked blankly.

"Yes, like when a boy does this," I said as I took his hand and placed it on my breast, squeezing it there and feeling my nipple harden at his touch. "That always makes me feel funny and good, and I get all wet in my panties."

He swallowed audibly and tried to remove his hand, but I kept it there.

"It feels even better, though, when they put there hands down here" I said and placed his other hand right on the damp spot on my tiny cotton panties. His fingers started moving along my slit and I moaned softly, closing my eyes and pressing my hips down against him.

"Oh god, honey, we shouldn't do this" he said in a whisper, his eyes focussed on my skirt pulled up around my waist. "You're my little girl. I shouldn't be touching you like this."

I bit my lip, still moving my hips against his hand as I unbuttoned my blouse. "Please daddy? I want to know what sex is like. You'll show me won't you Daddy? Please?" I pulled my shirt aside and revealed my breasts trying to break free of my bra. He gasped at the sight, and then again when I pulled down the cups and placed his hand back on my flesh.

He closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying to resist what I was doing, but then I took his other hand and put it on my breast and sat down against his erection, rubbing my hot, wet pussy against his hard cock. 

"Ohhhh fuck..." he said, and then his head dove down and started sucking madly on my nipples.

My back arched at the feeling of pleasure. It was more than I'd expected and my eyes went wide as the breath rushed out of my body. His hands moved down to cup my ass through my panties and he squeezed it, pulling me closer into him and hard down on his cock.

"Oh god, Daddy" I said, breathily, "it feels so goooood."

Without stopping his work on my nipples he pulled down his zipper and pushed my panties to the side, sliding his cock up and down in my dripping slit. "Are you sure you want this, babygirl?" he asked. I could see the strain on his face caused by not just shoving it into me.

I nodded and then he was in me. I screamed when he popped my cherry, and then moaned when he started to move in me. He sucked my nipples again, squeezing my ass with one hand and working my clit with the other. I was panting and moaning and completely out of control and he grunted as he thrust his huge cock up into me over and over again.

I squeezed my pussy around him as I came, and he groaned, gritting his teeth in his effort not to cum, and then he pulled out of my still-spasming cunt and shot his load on my stomach.

"Why didn't you cum in me, Daddy?" I asked.

"Because a Daddy shouldn't do that in his little girl" he replied.

"Oh." I said, mentally thinking of ways I could get him to do so. "Well, thank you for letting me know what sex is like, Daddy. I think I know what I want to do, now." I kissed him on the cheek and bounced out the room, adjusting my clothes as I went.

* * *

I sighed, biting my lip at the memory, and getting into my car for the commute. I got home from work tired and longing for nothing more than a long, hot bath with no interruptions. Unfortunately, though, I was hungry and I was sure I wasn't the only one. It was my night to cook, as well, so I shrugged off my coat and left my briefcase and purse in the front hall, kicking off my heels as I went, and wandered into the kitchen to see what I could come up with for dinner.

I grabbed a huge glass of ice-cold water and gulped it down, feeling refreshed and more awake, then I looked in the fridge and freezer to see what was what. I decided on a lasagne that I'd baked the previous weekend and frozen, along with some garlic bread and a salad.

I had the lasagne in the oven and the garlic bread on a cookie sheet ready to go in a few minutes before dinner when Nick came home. He had a late class on Tuesdays. I heard him chatting with his father in the living room, and I smiled in rememberance of our morning tryst as I got the lettuce and vegetables out of the fridge. I washed the lettuce and patted it dry, ripping it into a large bowl, humming while I worked because cooking always makes me happy.

Nick came into the kitchen with a nonchalant "Hey Mom!" that his father could overhear, then he came up and hugged me from behind, pressing into my ass and whispering in my ear, "how's the sexiest woman on the planet today?" 

I laughed and said, "Well, I don't know about her, but I'm doing just fine now." He made a disapproving noise at my response and his hands crept up my ribs to cup my breasts.

We both moaned quietly when he squeezed my large breasts in his hands, and I unconsciously pushed my ass back against him. "Oh god, baby, we can't," I panted in a voice growing thick with desire. "Your father is right there in the living room... what if he hears us?"

He pinched my nipples and ground his hardon into my ass, "Then we'll just have to be quiet, won't we?" He unbuttoned my blouse as his lips started to kiss and suck on the back of my neck. God, that always makes me lose all ability to think. He pulled my blouse out of my skirt and played with my breasts through my bra for a moment before pulling down the cups and taking my bare flesh in his hands. I gasped and arched my back, thrusting my hips in my craving for his cock. 

He groaned, "God, Mom, you're so fucking hot... you drive me crazy, you know that? I just want you all the god damned time."

My breath caught in my throat at the combination of his words and his actions. It was bad enough that we'd had sex in my marriage bed, but now in the kitchen with my husband in the next room? God, what was it about Nick that just made me lose all control of my actions?

"Oh fuck, sweetie, you do the same thing to me. I could still feel you inside me all day at work, and I've been thinking about your cock ever since I first saw it." With that, I reached behind me and rubbed him through his pants. He groaned deeply in my ear, pushing against my hand, and I threw caution to the wind and unzipped him. 

"Quick, baby... fuck me nice and fast and quiet so that Daddy doesn't know. I need you in me, honey!" I whispered hurriedly as I pulled my skirt up for him.

He stood there for a moment looking at me bent over for him. His hand moved slowly, almost lazily, across my ass, and I looked over my shoulder to see a mischievious grin on his face. "White cotton," he said, "and here I thought you'd be wearing a red satin thong or something."

I blushed and wiggled against his hand, "I'll wear whatever you want, honey, as long as you fuck me."

He slid his fingers inside my panties, feeling along my wet slit for a moment before pulling them down my legs and off. He took his cock out through the fly of his boxers and started to run it up and down my pussy, driving me crazy and making me moan.

"Shh... Mom," he said, "we have to be quiet, remember?" I nodded, but moaned again the next time his cockhead hit my clit. "Hmmm... you're not very good at being quiet, are you, Mom?" he asked rhetorically. I shook my head no as I bit on my lip in an effort not to make noise.

Then, he pinched my nipples and I closed my eyes and whimpered.

He brought us over to the kitchen table and bent me over it, giving me something to support myself on, and then he slowly, oh so slowly, slid his long, thick cock deep into my aching pussy. It felt so good that I wanted to scream, but I had to settle for a sigh of satisfaction and a whispered, "So good, baby mmmmmm"

Nick started to fuck me a bit faster, grinding his hips when he was fully in me and flicking my clit with one finger. After a day full of fantasies and wanting his cock in me, I had an orgasm quickly. I bit down on my hand and breathed fast and hard, whimpering quietly and whispering for him to give it to me, good. To my surprise, though, he didn't cum when I did and instead withdrew from my pussy after I stopped spasming.

"Honey?" I asked.

"Be right back, Mom," he answered. I tried to catch my breath as I heard a cupboard door open, and then he was back and I felt something dripping onto my ass.

I looked over my shoulder and started to ask "Wha..." but I saw the bottle of oil in his hand and felt his fingers on my ass, and I knew what he wanted. I closed my eyes and moaned again, pushing back against his fingers, taking them into my ass... first one, then two, then three. I was close to an orgasm again when he removed them and replaced them with the head of his cock.

"You have such a great ass, Mom, I just have to fuck it" he grunted as he entered me. "I think I'm going to have to fuck it pretty often, too, don't you?" I nodded and moaned at his assault, putting my head down on the table and just enjoying the full sensation.

Suddenly, I felt something pushing at my pussy hole, and then I was filled up there, as well. I started cumming almost immediately at the feel of being penetrated in both my holes. "Oh god, Nick... sweetie... please... god, please cum for me honey... fill my ass with your cum, baby.. please?" 

I was desperate for it, and he knew it. He started thrusting faster and harder, moaning in my ear, and soon he too came hard, right in my ass. It felt so fucking good to have his load in me again.

I took a moment to regain my breath before I stood up, stepping into my panties to keep his cum and the oil from dripping down my legs, and I turned around to see him holding a carrot in his hand.

"Don't forget to make the salad, Mom" he said as he handed it to me. Then he did up his trousers and went back to the living room to talk to his Dad.