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Her mother is jealous of her daughter's breasts. She is afraid her daughter will steal her husband. For good reason, she steals her daddy's desires. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st) *** I should probably start out by revealing who I am. Also who some of the other people in this story are. Although I am only twelve years old, I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't like a thing about me. It started when I began to develop. My breasts, or boobs, I like to say, became large and over developed. I went almost overnight from a B cup to a DD. My butt and hips are still like that of any other typical five foot three, one hundred two pound, twelve year old girl. I am sure my boobs added at least thirteen pounds to the scale. I began developing at age eight and even though by ten I was a B cup, its actually been this summer that I zipped into a DD. I have a round face and hair that goes to the center of my back. I have to be careful with what I wear if I'm not I can look like I'm fat. Only because that's what every one thinks when a girl wears heavy clothing and they have a chest that sticks out as far as mine does. Yet on the other hand I can't exactly just wear form fitting tops because of all the bounce and jiggling that goes on with each step I take. But enough about me. Let me tell you about the rest of my family. My mom is a bitch. She is always giving me dirty looks and making me feel like I am a loser. Its very obvious that she wishes I wasn't around. My Dad, well he is the best. If it wasn't for him I would just give up. He loves and cares for me. If ever I need something I know Daddy will help me. I wish it was just me and Daddy. Daddy is also a hunk. True he is already 40 but he has a body that any 22 year old man would be jealous of. He runs every morning and works out six days a week. He has his own workout room in the basement of our house. Honestly, I think my Daddy is the hottest man I have ever seen. A girl, any girl, would be very lucky to have such a good looking man. You know how the best looking girls, get the best looking men? My Dad is in that category. While I was reading the other day, I overheard my Mom and Dad talking. "Do you love me?" "Yes" "As much as you do Tracy? "Honey you are my wife, Tracy is our daughter." "Don't call me honey! I know you don't mean it." "Where is all this coming from?" "You don't look at me like you use to! I've seen they way you look at your daughter. The way you look at her now. You show her way more affection than you do me. The last few months you have only been with me a couple of times. When you were it was like, well, you were dreaming of and fucking someone else. Perhaps our daughter. "Wait! Back up. I have been tired. I guess maybe my age is starting to catch up to me. I've noticed it after workouts as well.? "You haven't been too tired to do stuff with Tracy." "Like what?" "Like playing basketball, or riding bikes, or swimming. You did all of that and more with her during the summer." "Your being ridiculous." "Its because of her chest, isn't it?" Dad: "Get serious!" "I am serious. The last few times you have touched me, I believe you were touching her! I know because all women know when they are not getting full attention." "I'm confused." "The attention you gave to my breasts, and the comments you made about their size, it wasn't me you were with! You, at least your mind was with Tracy! You were getting off on her big boobs. I don't have them and you could think of nothing else. How Dare YOU! At this point, Dad said nothing but got red in the face. I knew his temper was flaring. "Have you been with her? "NO!" "I don't believe you! What is wrong with you!" "Why are you talking like this?" "Have you? ?Been with her? "NO! Not for one moment!" "Good" "Why would you think such a thing?" "The way you look at her! The way you touch her! You laugh and giggle around her. Your tongue is halfway down your chest and you kid around with her too, too, much! "When? Give me an example." "Like tonight, you dropped your fork. When she bent down to get it, she gave you a good look down her shirt. You must have really enjoyed it. Your eyes got big, as did the tent in your legs.? ?Impossible!? "You did! You do it all the time! Plus, you only kiss Susan goodnight but Tracy gets those damn nighty-night kisses and hugs." "Because Susan is older and to old for nighty-night hugs." "Have you been with her? "Who?" "Tracy!" "NO!" "Well there must be some truth to..." Her voice trailed off and she had tears in her eyes. "Why?" "Because you are so defensive. Defensive, to me, means your hiding something." "Because, I am getting angry! Your being ridiculous! Tracy is our little girl. I would never touch her!" "She not so little any more! At least not her boobs. I see how you look at her! You don't look at her like a child, you never pull away from her hugs, you never say she can't cradle your arm when we are out, and you are always letting her hang on you. What do you think! That your behavior is okay! Its not! You are showing too much interest in her! I don't like it! Its improper! What are you thinking of!" "She is shy." "Ha! and what about her bra! Why did I find it in our bathroom?" "I don't know! I have had enough! No more crazy accusations! I'll be in the workout room." Oh, my God! I didn't know what to think. My mind was racing. One thing Mom is such a bitch. Recently, ever since I popped, she has been accusing and mean to Daddy. She is so lucky to have him! I doubt if any one else would want her. Its like she changed overnight. Daddy, was he really looking down my shirt! That Sucks! How could he! But, now things are beginning to make some sense to me. He has been dropping too many utensils off the table. And they are always on my side. I wonder! How did my bra wind up in their bathroom. We aren't allowed in there. Would he actually want me sexually? That is so gross! Can you imagine going to bed with your father! EEEyoow! The thought makes me so sick. Still was he really thinking of me as he was doing the wild thing with Mom. I stayed put, thinking, for like 20 to 30 minutes before mom started calling for me. She wanted to know if I had my school work done. I told her I had everything but my math done and I needed Dad to help me with that. ?He is in the workout room. Go and see if he will help you finish.? I went to the workout room. ?Dad would you help me with my math?? Dad was doing Lat Pulls (with his shirt off). I just stood there and watched in admiration. Daddy has one of the hottest bodies. It was a few minutes before he said anything to me. Finally he noticed me. "Hey Tracy did you come to work out?" "No Daddy I need help with my math." "Give me about 30 or 40 minutes and I'll be up, ok." "Ok." (I turned and started to walk away) "Wait you can help spot me." Now this was all new to me. I began to think of the earlier conversation I had overheard. I stayed as he explained what he wanted me to do. He told me to squat down and hold his ankles. I wondered if he could see my big boobs if I did. But I answered his question. "Like this." "Yes, just like that, but your weight has to be, that's better. Good right there." I still had my school clothes on, a polo shirt with five buttons. The first three I have to leave unbuttoned as the shirt no longer fits comfortably. I didn't realize right a way but some how the other two had became undone as well. I had to use all the weight I could muster, to hold Daddy's legs down. I was leaning over more than I should have been. Daddy was smiling. He looked right in my eyes, as he raised his head. Then when I blinked, he was looking down my chest. It was then I realized what was happening. I was giving Daddy an eyeful of my chest every time he moved up or down. His movements caused my chest to bounce. It became embarrassing. Additionally, my arms were to the sides of my boobies forcing them outward toward Daddy's direction. I think it was the combination of them needing to be freed and of Daddy's movements that caused my shirt to open all the way. "Twenty left," said Daddy as he continued to exercise. I thought about what Mom had said to him. I wondered if he was really interested in the exercise or was he really looking, staring, at my boobs. I also noticed a tent growing in Daddy's shorts. So Mom was right! He was getting cheap thrills from me! "That's enough."said my father. "Are you sure Daddy? I don't mind." I could not take my eyes off the tent in his pants. It was getting bigger. "Yeah. Go on upstairs. I will come up soon." "Okay, Daddy," I said, as I started up the stairs. When I got upstairs, I saw Susan had two of her friends (Dana and Kim) from their dance team over and they were practicing. Susan is only in 10th grade but because she is so good, she has joined the ballet with her friends. She is tall and very graceful, and even though she is four years older than me I don't think I'll ever get her weight or height. I'm kinda jealous of her. The only thing I have on her is my chest. It is the only thing that makes her jealous. Since Daddy was taking his time I joined them. They didn't seem to mind me being there but I couldn't do the more complicated steps. I never had lessons. Occasionally I would join Susan when she practiced and she taught me some things. She did not seem to mind. Today though they were practicing for their show. The ballet is very difficult and they were really trying hard. Suddenly, Daddy came in the room. He looked at Susan and then did the steps almost as though he had done this all his life. ?Not fair Daddy. How do you know how to do that?? Susan asked a bit incredulous. "I used to take Ballet as a teen. I told you that remember?" Please, could you show us, will you do it with us? Only slowly.? He started and soon we were all copying him. Before too long we had the steps down pat and the routine down also. Then out of nowhere, came Mom. She began to yell, to be heard over the music. "Jim, Tracy, Leave Susan and her friends alone. Tracy did you finish your math?? "No. I was..." "Well get on it." "I'll help you sweat heart." said Daddy as he stopped and looked at Mom. "No! She can do it by herself." "No, I can't." "Don't talk back to me." "I'll help her,? said Daddy in a rather meek voice that I had not heard in a long time. "NO!" "Why not?" Daddy asked, even more timidly it seemed to me. Then I knew. Mom was thinking of the earlier discussion. "Because." "Mom the math is kinda hard. I saw what she is working on. Daddy always helped me until I got it remember?" said Susan as she was standing on her toes. "Well okay. Tracy you need to quit seeking out your Dad." Now I was sure Mom had some reason to be concerned. We went into Daddy's study and sat down to work on my math. Mom found all sorts of reasons to come into the study and interrupt. She yelled at me for getting my boobs on the table, she gave me dirty looks. I wasn't doing any of this on purpose but I was doing it. If I had been flat-chested I don't think there would have been an issue. But I'm not flat-chested so because I am absent minded things like that happened. Besides Daddy didn't say anything. Anyway just as we finished the last assignment Mom came in to check again. She saw we were finished and told me to fold the laundry. I walked through the living room where Susan was watching TV. I got the laundry and took it to the living room. Susan volunteered to help. She hadn't even gotten a towel folded before mom yelled at me for helping me. "Tracy I told you to do the laundry not your sister." "She is only helping." "I don't mind Mom." "No! Susan, how will she ever learn to do anything for herself? I don't want you to help her. It is very nice of you but Tracy needs to learn." "Bitch!" Now I had done it. The word just came out but it set Mom off. "That's it! When you are done with the laundry, you can go right to your room, to bed!" "Why don't I just go to bed now?" I got up. Instead of going upstairs I started for Dad's study. "Where are you going? "To say goodnight to Daddy." "Oh no! I don't think so. You go straight to bed." "Fine. Bitch!" (I turned and went upstairs to my room.) Susan was nice and finished the laundry for me. I went to bed thinking about the conversation mom had with daddy. Was daddy really checking me out? Was my boobs making him excited? He never said a word to me but he certainly had a major tent in his pants. I wonder. Why did he not tell me my boobs were on his table. Humm. The next day was Thursday. Susan had Kim over and we were practicing her ballet moves. "I got it! I got it!" "Let me see!" "Watch." I concentrated hard and the hops, bounces and knee flexes seemed as natural as walking. But at the same time my boobs bounced up and down. I did not notice but Kim did. She offered a suggestion. Kim: "Ummm, hey kid you, ummm, maybe should think about a sports bra." (giggling) "Why?" "Because you, ummm, have done a lot of growing and its pretty noticeable especially when you do these steps." "Okay. What's a sports bra?" "Its for girls, like you, with big boobs, to help keep their extra from being so noticeable." Right then we heard the garage door open and it meant that Mom was home. "Tracy maybe you should quit." "Why?" "Because your mom is home. I think she is a little jealous of how big your boobies are. Her's aren't. I think that's why she yells at you so much. If you keep practicing with us those big hooters are just going to remind her even more." "Yeah, maybe you should Tracy." "Its okay. I have some school work I need to do." I went to do my school work and got everything done except for the math. I would wait for Daddy to get home to help me. Daddy finally got home and I went right to him to see if he would help me before we ate supper. Mom, of course ruined that plan. (Daddy had just walked through the back door into the kitchen and I was waiting right outside the kitchen in the dining room waiting for my daddy to walk through.) Daddy: "Hi, dear." "Dinner is going to be a little late tonight so why don't you get your workout in before dinner instead of after." "Hey Daddy! I only have 10 math problems, wanna help me get them done before supper?" "Sure, we'll have it done in a flash." "Tracy." "Yes, Mom." "I need you to set the table." "Now?" "Yes. Now." "But Daddy was going to help me with my math." "He is Dad to you from now on. Not Daddy." "Susan calls him Daddy." "Are you sassing me?" "No ma'am" "Fine now leave your Dad alone and set the table." Daddy bent over and whispered to me, "Sorry, honey." "Its ok." I said in a whisper back. "I'll help you after supper." "OKay." I gave Daddy a smile and a quick hug. Daddy left and went upstairs to his and Mom's room. He went to go change into his workout clothes. When he came back down he gave me a very sweet kiss on the check and a little slap on the behind and told me I was a good girl. I loved it. I hurried and finished setting the table. Then I ran up to my room and changed into some workout clothes of my own. Namely a tight, white v-neck T-shirt. It was thin enough so that you knew where the bra was and where it wasn't. It was thick enough so that it was tasteful. I hurried down to the workout room and saw that he was about to do his crunches again. I went to him and held down his feet like I had the day before. "Hey Daddy, I'll hold down your feet like I did yesterday. Okay." "Did you finish setting the table?" "Yep." "Does your mother know you are down here?" "No." As I said no, I raised a finger to my lips and shook my head no, telling daddy to be quiet and not let her know. He just smiled and whispered "Okay." I did like I did the day before and squeezed the sides of my boobs with my arms as I held Daddy's feet. Only this time I was totally aware of what I was doing. I squeezed more than was needed. I also arched my back a little and made sure that a bunch of my tit flesh was headed in Daddy's direction. One thing was for sure, even though I was only 12, I had a nice deep long line of cleavage exposed. I decided it was time to steal Daddy away from Mom. The conversation she had with Daddy last night told me how. I would use my big boobs. I hated it when they started to show up when I was eight. Even worse when they grew so big . Now, I was going to get what I wanted. Of course, I wasn't really sure what I wanted. I don't know if I wanted Daddy or if I just wanted to upset Mom. The same thing that happened yesterday happened again. Daddy turned his crunches into sit-ups and thus brought his face closer and closer to my chest. A couple of times I timed it so that as he came up I leaned even further forward and caused his nose to go into my valley. That was actually kind a fun and the second time it happened, I giggled. "Daddy your being naughty." I said, with a smile and laughter in my voice. "I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to." "Its ok Daddy, I like it." "Yeah, but its not right. Better go to a different exercise." Daddy got up and started doing some curls. He turned his back to me and worked out in front of a mirror. I could see from the mirror's reflection that Daddy had a tent again. "Daddy, what should I do?" "Try the bench" "What does that do Daddy?" "It helps build up the pecs." I wasn't sure but I thought I knew where Dad was going. "Daddy what are pecs?" Now I knew. Daddy motioned with his hands around the bust line. As I watched I looked at his eyes. They were focused on my breasts. Mom was right, at least about his looking. "Oh." "Or for girls it can help keep the pec area firm." "Oh, should I be doing that then?" (I said that as I pressed my hands to the sides of my boobs and pushed in, while thrusting my chest forward some.) "Mmmm, I don't think so." "Really?" "Surprisingly, I think your pretty firm now. They are sizeable." "Really? "Yeah they are pretty big, honey." "For my age?" "For any age." At that point, I kinda felt proud and smiled at Daddy. He smiled back. "Thank you Daddy. Can I do some anyway?" "Of course. I'll spot you." I began doing a set of bench presses, not much weight but even so it was a bit difficult. I was glad Daddy was spotting me. He helped guide the motion of the bar and kept it steady. "Focus honey, just look straight up. Find a spot on the ceiling and focus on it." I did as Daddy said and looked straight up focusing on a spot. It was getting easier, but Daddy continued to help guide the bar. A couple of times I felt his fingers brush my boobs. Seconds later I noticed the tent in Daddy's shorts. I saw that he didn't have any underwear on. I started to feel weak and when the bar reached my bust line I couldn't lift it anymore. Daddy bent down to lift it off and hit me on the forehead with his crotch. "Daddy!" I yelped. "Sorry honey I.... I...." "Tracy get up here I need you." Mom's voice came down the stairs from the kitchen. Mom had heard my reaction to daddy hitting me. True it had been separated by a piece of cloth but I had seen it! It was awesome. It was long hard and thick I was going to make it mine. It was I who made him that way, it was I who was going to take it, though I was not sure how I was going to do this. Now my yelp had ruined my plan. I had to run upstairs and see what Mom wanted. I walked into the kitchen and got yelled at for the top I was wearing. She didn't like my excuse of working out. When Daddy came up to see if he had time for a shower before supper, Mom accepted the idea, I had only been working out, because Daddy's muscles were bulging and he had perspiration every where. I got to wear the T-shirt the whole night but I couldn't help but notice how Mom kept looking at Daddy to see if he was looking at me. The next day was Friday. I purposefully dressed in a white tee shirt that barely covered me. It was sleveless and would, I was sure, get Daddy's attention. I was also the only one home so I could dress as I pleased. "Hi Daddy." "Sugar, wow! What a hello." "Oh Daddy, It's just a little ol hug." I pressed myself into his arms making sure my boobs were against his chest. Then I went in for the kill. "Where is every one?" "Shopping. Getting Susan new dance shoes." "Oh." Daddy hugged me back. My boobs were definitely smashed into him now. I could feel the growth in his pants. I moved in tighter. I arched my back and head to look my Father in the eyes. "Do I get a kiss?" "Yeah." he laughed as he kissed me. My plan was going well. But the phone rang. It was Mom the moment was ruined. "Hey dear." ... "Yeah Tracy told me." ... "No, We will be okay." ... "Fine, we'll go out to." ... "Yeah, I just said, we will go out to." ... "No we wont stay home alone." ..."Yes dear." ... "Yes, we'll be back in time." ... "That's fine." ... "Yes, I will behave. You really need to get over your paranoia." "Mom." "What did she want?" "She was just checking to make sure we will be okay." "Yeah! What is her problem, Of course we will be fine." "Plus, I guess your brother is coming home for the weekend." "Brent is coming home. Good! I'll make us spaghetti." "No. We're suppose to go out." "She just doesn't like me being alone with you." "She is afraid I will attack you." "ATTACK ME? She has a lot of nerve!" But of course, that was my plan. "Yeah she thinks you are too much of a temptation for me." "Oh! Please! Daddy."I giggled as I said it. I could hardly contain my laughter. Everything was going my way. "I know." "I'm not a temptation, am I?" "Well...." there was a long awkward pause as he looked at my chest. "Do you think I am attractive?" "Yeah!" Again a pause, only this time not an awkward one. Rather we were looking into each others eyes. "Then kiss me." Daddy stepped toward me and I toward him. When we met we kissed. It was by far the greatest kiss I have ever had in my life. It was a kiss that no other will ever match. Daddy took me in his arms and I went to my tip toes. I saw Daddy close his eyes and I did the same. It didn't take long and our tongues met. Almost instantly my body heat rose and all I wanted to do was be one with this man. It was strange. My eyes were shut and you would think that all I could see was darkness, but it wasn't like that at all. My eyes were shut but I saw everything I was feeling. Daddy's hand under my shirt feeling my breasts. His lips found my neck. My hands and fingertips roamed Daddy's back and last Daddy's cock extended to full strength. Some how, for what seemed like maybe 10 minutes but was actually like 2 hours later we heard the garage door opening. We both stopped at the same time. We were in the living room on the sofa. The pillows were on the floor, both of us were topless. It was dark out and we hadn't turned on a light. Luckily we had left the light on in the kitchen and we were able to use its rays to see what we were doing. I got up, grabbing clothes. Dad zipped up his pants and buckled his belt, while I threw the pillows back on the sofa and slipped on my top. "What time is it?" "Go! Hurry." I turned and ran upstairs. Luckily I had all my clothes in my arm but I kept turning back to check and see. "I love you." I whispered as I was running up the stairs. "I love you to." As luck would have it, it was Brent, home from college. Daddy yelled up at me to hurry up and change because Brent had finally gotten home and we would all go out to eat. I put on blue jeans and a pull over pink top with buttons to the half way point of my cleavage; it had short sleeves but no collar. Having no collar, of course, allowed for the front to be very open. I wanted as much of my boobs exposed as possible. I was sure both Dad and Brent would be interested. As I walked down the steps, Daddy saw me and bit his bottom lip. Brent was even more complementary.. "Jesus! Tracy your hot!" "Stop it Brent. I am not." "Yes, you are." he said, as he turned and got his coat. "Do you think so? Daddy." I coyly walked by Daddy and rubbed the bottom of his chin with my index finger. As I did so, I turned my head and smiled at him. I tried to do a sexy walk for both he and Brent. I was sure both of them were staring at me. "Your a cutie!" said my father, with a very satisfied smile. "I will agree with that," said Brent very enthusiastically. My brother is pretty cool. As I was opening the car door, to get into the back seat, he suggested I sit in the front with him and Dad. So It was Daddy, me and then Brent. I purposely sat turned toward Daddy. This allowed for him to peak down my shirt and for me to press into his arm if I wanted. We ate fast food. The whole time, both Brent and Daddy were taking every opportunity they could to look at my chest. I guess the shirt may have been a little too tight around my tits. Of course, it probably didn't help because I was wearing a push-up bra. Every thing went pretty well, except Daddy got jealous, when I started talking to a cute waiter, who asked if I had a boyfriend. I didn't even get to answer before Daddy assured the young man I wasn't interested. Brent interpreted this to be Dad's way of protecting me rather than jealousy. On the way home, Daddy got really brave. He put his arm around me as he drove. I can't even begin to tell you how special I felt. I truly felt like I was Dad's woman. If you ever experienced such a feeling, you know that it is one of the greatest feelings a person can ever have. When we got home, Susan was on the phone and Mom was watching TV. I was ready for her to start yelling at me. Oddly she didn't. I guess she was so glad to see Brent. She was curious why we weren't at home. Daddy handled that by telling her we decided to wait for Brent. She kinda scowled, then looked me up and down. She looked at Daddy with an accusatory eye. I don't think I helped matters when I smiled at her with a bit of wickedness. What could she do. She had no evidence. She ordered me to bed. By this time, I made sure to get my goodnight hug and kiss from Daddy. Mom didn't like it and she had a few comments. "All right Tracy that's enough." "I'm just saying goodnight to Daddy." "Well your getting too old for nighty-night hugs and kisses." As I walked past mom I whispered aloud, "Bitch." "What did you say?" "Nothing." I decided to take a shower before I went to bed because I wanted to feel clean. I was in the shower, looking over my body and found a hickie on my right boob. Daddy sure does like my boobs. I actually felt good about it. I wished I could show it off, I knew that could never be. It was close to my nipple. I decided I would have to tempt Daddy some more. I wanted to see if I could get him to leave a hickie in a more public area. I would tempt him at the barbecue. Then I remembered, Brent caught him looking into my cleavage a couple of times. Anyway I finished my shower, washed and conditioned my hair and dried it just enough so that I could go to bed with it still damp. I really like the smell of my conditioner. I went to bed thinking about my Daddy and what he and I had done. I thought about the ride home from the restaurant and how Daddy was so jealous of that boy. Then I started thinking back to how hot and heavy we had been with each other. How Daddy carried me to the living room. How he desired my breasts and how I opened his pants. We really had gotten carried away. Who knows how far it would have gone had Brent not come home. I lay awake in the dark wishing Daddy was next to me. How I longed to feel his hairy chest against my overly developed one. Oh! To feel his arms around me, his hot breath on my neck, his hardness, and his kisses. I wanted to feel our heated bodies in the throes of passion. I feel asleep with tears in my eyes. I was so angry that my Daddy, my true love, wasn't lying next to me, instead he would be with her, sharing his bed with a woman who didn't deserve him. "Tracy.....Tracy are you there?" It was Daddy whispering my name, to see if I was awake, as he closed my bedroom door. I sleep with a night light so it was pretty easy to make out his form as he moved towards me. I sat up. "Daddy what's wrong?" "Nothing. I can't stop thinking about you." "I can't stop thinking about you either Daddy." "Tracy." "Yes?" "I want you." "I want you to Daddy." "Tracy, I need you, I need to feel you against me, .." "Ohhh Daddy." He got into my bed and I wrapped my arms around his neck and puckered up. He kissed me and then while he was tonguing me he removed his robe. I reached down and began to pull down his underwear. . "Where is Mom?" "Asleep." "Susan?" "Asleep." "What about Brent?" "He is asleep too, but we still have to be quiet ok. I want you so bad. I know that I shouldn't. Your so damn hot!" He kissed me deeply passionately. I found his hardness and began to pump it. He found my sweet pussy and fondled it. Then while I was pulling on him, he put a finger in me. I was HOT! I thrust upward with all my might, shoving his finger as deep into my sweet, hot, wet, passage as it could go. I spread my legs and pulled my father on top of me. "Put your hard thing where it will do the most good! Fuck Me! Fuck me hard! Oh! Make me cum! I moaned my passion. Daddy kissed me some more, while he got his hard thing directed into me. It went in easily. He thrust and then it hurt. Only for a moment. He broke my cherry and I wrapped my legs around his butt and forced him into me further. I humped and pumped and made him fuck me hard and fast, then slow and easy. He traded positions with me. He let me ride him. That was exciting. I got on top and sat right down on his hard, he called it his dick. I dropped down to his chest and thrust my boobs right into his mouth. He sucked on the nipples, got them hard and then I began to feel it. It started in the bottom of my soul. It built and built coming to a very, very, very explosion of fireworks. I don't remember getting off him, but I woke with his arms around me. "Oh baby you really are a woman. That was one big orgasm. You really spread your jucies all over me. I would never of thought you would cum that hard." While Daddy was whispering and explaining what happened, he was sucking my nipples and squizing my tits. I felt him getting hard again. Oh! It felt good to know I was getting Daddy hot. I rolled into him, and let his big hardness enter me once more. I started rocking and rolling as it hit the bottom of my tight pussy. I began to sweat and build up. This time I could feel my orgasm cuming. "My big boob girl." "Yes Daddy. Talk about my boobs. Suck on my tits. Oh that is soo good!" "Tracy your mother is so jealous of these." "She is isn't she?" "My little 12 yr old boob queen...that's what you are! My boob queen. My twelve year old Boob Queen!" "Oh! Ohhhhh! OHHHHH! Make me, FUCK ME OHHHH SUCK! FUCK!" I hissed as softly as I could. His dick was pounding me. It was moving in and out so fast. OHHHH SO GOOD! "You love them don't you?" "Yes." "Say it. Say you love them!" "I love your huge boobs." "Is that all you love?" I said, as I pushed his hardness deep into my hot wet hole. I grabbed him and pulled him to me. I wrapped my legs around his butt and tried to take all of him into me. "Ummmmm!OHHHHH! Girl! OHHHHHH!" He tensed up. He was so stiff. And suddenly I felt a hot gush going off. There were several gushes. I didn't know what was happening. I felt; fireworks! When I came down Daddy was holding me. "You had another orgasm." "What was the gush I felt inside of me?" "I guess it was my white hot cum. When a man has an orgasm he shoots his cum into the girl so his sperm can unite with her egg. That moment is called ejaculation. God! You are so good! He leaned into me and sucked on my nipples again making them instantly hard. He reached down between my legs and put a finger into my dripping pussy. When he brought it out he showed it to me. "This is a combination of my sperm and your fluid. Taste it." I sucked on his finger. It tasted salty but not bad. "Some men like to lick that up. Let me show you." He got his mouth down on my twat, he called it, and began to lick and suck me. "Its called a number of things, carpet licking, sucking, head, cunnilingis is the proper name. If you ever suck a man's cock, that is called fellatio. I was building up to one more orgasm as Daddy continued to eat me. He was good. He licked my love button until I was shaking like a bowl of jello. Fireworks. "You love me." "Yes baby, I do." I collapsed. Daddy kissed me once again and got out of bed. He stroked me and he put my head on the pillow. Then he pulled the covers over me and disappeared into the darkness. I woke to the sound of a vacuum right outside of my door. It was my Mom making sure I didn't get too much sleep. God! What a night. I couldn't wait to see Daddy. I was scared too. Would Mom figure it all out? What if it was obvious. I got out of bed and took a deep breath. The smell of sex was all over my room. I found some air freshner and sprayed it, opened the window, and took a deep breath. I was now ready to face the world. I hoped Daddy would take me again. I had to know, was I a good lover? Would he or anyone else want me? Ohhhh! Would Susan find out? Brent? OHHHHH! Thoughts of our wickedness permiated my brain all morning. I did my chores, and asked Susan to help me find some new more supportive bras. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 41