This testimony is part of file
A74-W684 / Area 69
Project code name
: Little Grey Men
Classification
: Top secret.
My name is Mark and I am 54. Ever since my wife passed away a few years ago, I have been living on my own, which is, to be quite honest, very lonely. The highlights of my days are when my kids come to visit.
As we don't live that far apart, we try and see each other about six times a year: Christmas, Thanksgiving, my birthday and about three - some years four - family BBQ's. My three sons, Ben, Jason, and Jeff are all married, and although I am sure they're working on it very hard, there are no grandchildren yet.
My daughter Stacey, the youngest of the bunch, got engaged just last year, but hasn't even picked a date for the joyful event yet. So, no grandkids there either.
During the last family get-together, the boys noticed that the porch was leaking in several places and could do with a tune-up. Ben offered his help, so I wouldn't have to hire an expensive contractor. Jason and Jeff quickly pledged their time as well.
After taking another look around the garden, the boys proposed to repair the shed and the fences as well and give them a fresh coat of paint. Stacey, never wanting to be left out of anything, volunteered as well. With everyone in agreement, a date was set.
We decided to meet on a Friday evening, have some pizza and a few drinks so that we could get an early start on Saturday. As we'd be working pretty much the whole weekend, the kids decided to leave their significant others at home.
As I had converted a couple of rooms into storage -- since they left home -- the guys would bunk together in the living room, while Stacey would take the guest bedroom.
That particular Friday evening, the guys were first to arrive. After setting up camp in the living room, we moved into my study, which over the years - especially after my wife had passed away - had become somewhat of a man cave.
There were two large leather couches, a wooden desk, a pool table, a large screen tv and a collection of the finest cigars and scotch money could buy. The boys and I quickly started drinking and smoking in anticipation of Stacey's arrival.
About half an hour later, I got a call from her on my cell phone. Her fiancé unexpectedly needed the car for work, so she wouldn't be able to make it, unless someone came and picked her up. I left the boys - who had had too much to drink already anyway - to their smoking and drinking and went to pick her up.
It was a 35-minute drive to the city. Time I passed with listening to some golden oldies. On the way back I really enjoyed the rare time alone with my daughter. She told me everything that was going on in her life in great detail. Not everything she said was interesting, of course, but even so, I loved just listening to the sound of her voice.
When we were nearly back at the house, the car radio suddenly flicked on and started changing stations and volume settings all by itself. Just a few meters before reaching my driveway, the engine suddenly cut off inexplicable, causing the car to come to a full stop. I tried to get it started again, but without success. A few seconds later, every light and electronic display in the car went dark.
When I looked over at the house, I noticed that it too had gone completely dark. Stacey immediately got a little spooked and leaned towards me. I put my arm around her and tried to calm her down. Just when I was about to propose we'd get out of the car and head inside, a bright, white flash of light appeared above the car and the house.
It became brighter and brighter until it had completely enveloped us and all we could see was complete whiteness. I had to close my eyes as the sheer intensity of the light was too much for my eyes. Stacey turned away from the light as well and pressed her head against my chest - thereby placing her left hand just above my crotch.
"Daadd!" she shrieked, obviously quite scared.
"Don't move, honey," I whispered, hugging her tightly, "Keep your eyes closed and..."
That was all I could say before I lost consciousness.
When I came to, the white light had disappeared and the car engine was slightly humming again. I looked down and noticed Stacey's head still pressed against my chest and her left hand still right above my crotch. The only difference was that my cock was completely hard and bigger than it had been in many months.
When I felt her stirring a few moments later, I remained perfectly still, hoping she would sit right back up and not notice my enormous erection. Unfortunately, she was pretty drowsy for the first few seconds and only slightly lifted her head up, her face hoovering directly over my huge bulge.
Slowly, but with clear intent, she moved her hand towards my crotch and squeezed my dick. I was surprised but not shocked or sickened, as one might expect. After giving it a few more squeezes, she slowly reached for my zipper and pulled it down. Then, without showing even the slightest hesitation, she undid the button of my pants and slid her hand into my boxers.
Surprised that I wasn't completely freaking out, I simply closed my eyes and shuddered out of sheer lust. Stacey pulled at my massive fuck stick until it popped out from behind my waistband and wrapped her warm, delicate little hand around the throbbing shaft, stroking it up and down.
I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had been this hard or horny. I mean, where the hell did this erection come from? And why wasn't I objecting to what Stacey was doing? This was my daughter, blatantly committing incest, in my car, on my own driveway!
After stroking me for about fifteen seconds, she moved her head down a bit and slid her hot, eager mouth over my purple tip. I sighed and moaned as she gradually moved her head down further, until she almost had the whole fucking thing in her mouth. She clearly knew her way around a cock.
Slowly, she began bobbing her head up and down. I could feel the raw passion in everything she did... in every stroke, in every bob and in every swirl of her eager tongue. Although it had been quite a while since I had gotten a blowjob, I could tell that Stacey was quite adept at giving one.
Somehow, knowing that my daughter was an experienced and skilled cock sucker greatly expedited things. Less than two minutes into this wonderful and highly inappropriate blowjob, I opened my eyes and gawked down in disbelief, panting.
"Oh Stace," I moaned, convulsing in my seat.
She popped my cock out of her mouth and continued pumping it fiercely.
"Fuck yeah!" she whispered excitedly, staring down at my fat, throbbing dick. A few seconds later, she slid her mouth back over the purple tip, just in time to catch my sperm in her mouth.
