****** Jilly and Her Baby Daddy by senhenhyde ******
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Jilly and Her Baby Daddy


Jill Lawrence was supposed to stay at her friend Nancy's house for the night,
but Nancy's parents started having a fight and yelling at Nancy and her Nancy's
brothers and at the their dog, so Jill decided that it was time to excuse
herself and walk the three and half blocks back to her house. Checking her
watch as she let herself in the back, she saw that it was only 7:30.

After checking the house, she found that no one was home accept her father, the
baby.

"Oh Daddy, You're all alone with no one to look after you. Did you go in your
diaper? What? You don't know or you just don't want to say? Hmm? Well, I'll
Have to check you myself."

Jilly pushed her father down on to his back and smoothed down his hair. She
couldn't imagine how her mother had left him alone like this. She knew that her
Dad needed lots of attention and that when her mother goes out, she normally
gets a babysitter: Her Aunt Peggy or one of the Olson boys. Her father wasn't
crying but he did look upset; not being able to find his pacifier, she brought
the tip of her right thumb down to his mouth which he sucked hungrily into his
mouth. "Good Daddy, she said in a soothing whisper, once I've finished with
your diaper I'll get you a warm bottle. Okay?

Keeping her thumb in his hungry mouth she moved her other hand under the waist
band of his diaper. Had he wet himself? She couldn't tell. Jill then moved to
the corners of his diaper and undid the safety tabs. Her father instinctively
lifted his legs into the air so she could open the diaper. Yes, he had wet
himself, but not a whole lot. She reached across him for a wipe and cleaned him
up. Then, pushing his legs back towards his head, she removed the diaper and
got out a fresh one. Her father's penis laid soft against his hairless belly.
She picked it up, gently, with one hand and wiped it off with the other. Taking
out another wipe, she pushed his legs back again and ran the wipe deeply
between his cheeks. "Everything's clean, Daddy Baby!"

She was about to put on the new diaper when she saw that his penis was hard; of
all the many many times she had taken care of her Father, this had never
happened. Even though her Father was a baby, he was also a man and Jill had
never seen a man's penis hard before. Her hair pricked up on her arms and she
realized that her crotch was wet. With her mouth closed, breathing hard through
her nostrils, Jill stared down at her father's penis. To this fourteen year old
girl, it felt like there was now a new person in the room. She felt compelled
to talk to it. Clearing her throat, she whispered, "Cock."

She stared. Nothing. She thought that maybe it was even bigger and harder.
Swallowing hard, she looked up at her Father's eyes, but they were avoiding
hers. He was looking over her head at the spinning mobile. "Dick," she said a
little louder. Jill moved between his legs and pushed them apart. She brought
her right hand up to his ass and pushed her first and second fingers up against
his anus, exactly the same way she had sometimes pushed her fingers up against
her own hot clit. The penis jumped up and surged with blood, and her Father
dropped his head back and then made some sort of noise. "Fuck! Cock!" Now she
spoke clearly and out loud. She pushed her fingers around his anus in circles
with our penetrating him. Sweat broke out under her shirt and her pants seemed
hot and tight around now very wet vagina.

Jill felt like she was going to have complete nervous freak-out, a heart attack
or maybe a she was going to pass out. If she didn't do something else,
something, anything, she was going to lose it. While still, rubbing her fathers
ass, she reached down under the crib to the drawer where the family kept his
enema kit. Struggling, she opened the lube with one hand and then, pulling away
only for a moment, she squeezed it on to his asshole and onto the rubbing
fingers. Dropping the lube into the drawer, closing it with her knees. she
brought her fingers up to his ass and sunk them in past her knuckles. Her pussy
was pouring. Anyone walking in would have seen a thin, sweaty girl, leaning
over her baby father, thrusting her fingers as a wet patch covered her groin.

Not knowing what to do really, she just grabbed his hard dick and started
squeezing it. Daddy pumped his hips up to meet her hand and she followed,
pumping his cock with her tiny fist. His asshole was also flexing and relaxing,
allowing her hand to pump farther into his rectum, but the lube was beginning
to dry out. Letting go of his dick, Jill quickly reached over to the spray
bottle on the counter. She then pulled her other hand out of his ass. Her
father instantly started crying, crying the same way he did when someone took
his bottle away, even for a moment. "Oh, shushy," she barked a little more
loudly than she intended. She was just going to spray the lubed hand to slick
it up, but now she had a larger game plan.

Jill quickly took off all of her clothes, except for her socks, taking care not
to touch anything with the hand that was inside her Father. Then she got the
lube out again. She squeezed a ton into her father's ass and then spread a
whole lot on the buttfuck hand, spreading halfway up to the elbow. Grabbing his
hard cock again and pumping harder, Jill pushed her other fingers together into
a point and started fuck her Dad with her whole hand. Jill has small hands,
small even for a fourteen year old girl, but it still took a few minutes to be
able to pop her whole fist into his ass. Once inside, her father was in
ecstasy, grunting and moaning thrusting his pelvis up and down. She found that
she could fuck and pump in a common rhythm, in up to half of her arm. Then he
came, his asshole squeezing and flexing around her wrist, shots of stringy
semen into the air and all over her hand and his stomach. All of this was a
very big surprise to Jilly, yet somehow familiar. A jumble of memories started
flooding her brain but were halted as Aunt Peggy came through the door.

"Jesus Shit! Little girl, what the hell do you think you are doing? Oh My God,
" shouted Aunt Peggy. "Oh my God. Stop! Stop! Leave him alone." Jilly was in
shock, with her hand in her Father's rectum and semen all over her hand. She
stood like she was dead. Her world hand stopped. She saw the frozen picture of
her Aunt's Face trapped in horror. Less than thirty minutes ago she was coming
home from a friend's house. She had no idea what had compelled her to fist fuck
her dad in the ass. Jill wondered about this for what seemed like thirty
minutes, or twenty or something, but she only stopped when she felt hard slaps
burst across her face., and then the screaming started again.

Aunt Peggy was sobbing. "Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God-Girl-Girl-Girl!" She slapped Jill
across the jaw with her open palm. Then Jill started crying; her right hand
pulling out her Father's anus with a slurpy "pop." Aunt Peggy then grabbed Jill
by her shoulders and started shaking her hard. Then she stopped and they were
both silent, except for the odd disrhythmic breathing that follows crying.
"Jilly baby, what were you doing? What did you think you were doing?" Aunt
Peggy choked out slowly.

"I don't know. I don't know. I was changing him just like I alway do when
his..." she paused, her naked body shaking, starting from her knees and moving
up her body, "penis got hard. It freaked me out. I had to do something, and
then he got me all wet or I got him wet or... I don't know, I don't know. I
just don't know."

Jill's Aunt tried to pull herself together. She looked over at her brother-in-
law, on his back on his specially built crib/ training table. He seemed to be
okay, although he had a very strange look on his face: kind if happy and
frightened at the same time. His face was sort of red and there was a startling
amount of semen pooled around his navel. Her niece had obviously suffered a
chilly experience that she had no real way to describe at her young age. "Jill,
let's clean you up, get you dressed, clean up your father and then we'll figure
out what to do next."

Peggy helped Jill into the shower in the guestroom across the hall, went to get
her some fresh clothes and then came back in to the baby's room to diaper
Jill's dad. "What are we going to do with you? Huh? Do you want some water?
Hmm?" She stepped across the room for a bottle, glancing out the window to the
back yard. That's when she saw the body. Her sister Joan, Jill's mother, was
hanging from a clothesline hung from the old tree house. Her head was very
skewed to the right. Peggy instantly realized that Joan had climbed into the
tree house, wrapped the line around her neck, tied off the other end and
jumped. The treehouse is 25 feet up and the body hung fairly close to the
ground. The snapping of the line taut must have broken her neck and quick.

The evening's earlier events had set Peggy's brain to a level of super over
drive. Solve all problems! Solve them right now! She stepped back to the baby
and gave him the bottle. Then she walked quickly out the back door and straight
to the body. She climbed halfway up the ladder and cut the body down with her
pen knife. Peggy carefully unwrapped the line from around her sister's neck and
pulled the body behind the tree. Her brain was on fire to protect Jilly from
all of this. If they had only killed her father when they had the chance years
ago. If it took one bullet to make him a baby, then two should have easily put
him back where he came from.

Jilly was asleep by the time she got back inside. Peggy knew, as she looked in
on the sleeping girl, that Jilly had no memory of what her Father had done to
her, and what her mother had then done to him. Jilly really had no memory of
her Father as an adult. She knew what she was told, that her father loved her
and that he had had an accident while hunting with friends. She didn't know
about the way they found him abusing her, and how they had caught up with him
in the garage.

Peggy went back downstairs to get a drink. Now she was at a total loss.

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