It is just after 6:15 a.m. I hear her leave through the down-stairs door, and her car pull out of the driveway. I watch her black 84 Oldsmobile Delta 88 back into our street, and pull away. It is early Saturday morning, and Mother is going to work. She won’t be home until sometime Monday afternoon.
Standing before the window, watching my mother drive away, I pull my panties off, stepping daintily out of them. I am already wet, wet and ready. Mother’s black sedan merges into traffic and drives away. I smile to myself.
Barefoot, I pad down the hallway.
The door to my parents’ bedroom is closed. I give a gentle push, and the door swings open easily. My father is sitting up in the king-sized bed he shares with my mother, sipping a cup of coffee. He sees me looking around the doorway, and smiles.
“Hello, Princess,” he says, putting his coffee cup down on the bedside table. He smiles at me and my heart melts. How I love his smile. How I love how he looks at me, so appreciatively.
“Daddy,” I manage to croak. Oh god, how I love him so. “Can I come in now?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart,” he says, smiling back at me. “Is—is mommy gone?” he asks, looking furtively at the curtain over the window on his side of the bed.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes. I saw her drive away.”
He lifts both arms to me, inviting me to his bed. I walk toward him, unafraid, willing, and in fact even eager to join him. I lift my sleeping-tee over my head, revealing my bare young breasts. My nipples are already hard stiff points, yearning for his touch.
I snuggle into bed, next to him. His strong firm hands cup my naked breasts. I feel arrows of arousal shoot through me, as his hands cup my fleshy globes and his thumbs play with the crinkling areolae of my nipples. His hard manhood presses close to my outer thigh, and his lips cover mine.
Oh, he is hard for me this morning. His thick cock lays against me, a throbbing serpent, ready to seize and take me. I am his willing victim.
His arms encircle me. His lips press on mine, and I return his kiss with equal fervor. He made me. With his thick cock, he spewed his seed into my mother and formed me from her egg and his masculine sperm. Two cells joined, and produced me, out of my mother’s cunt. I kiss him back, hard and desperate. I feel his palms on my breasts, teasing the dark brown circles into stiff hard coronas with a fleshy tip hard and resilient to touch and tongue. From my ears and eyes, to my lips, to my throat, down to my navel, he kisses and tongues me. I writhe, like a flounder pulled hastily from the surf to the sand, yet urge his delightful sensuous teasing of my body on, and on, and on.
His lips find my vaginal lips, and kiss them. My back arches in wanton delight as his tongue darts here then there. In me and on me, he delights me, his soft guttural sounds of pleasure sending me to new heights. My thighs part to his amorous kisses, and his tongue snakes in and out of me. I clasp his head, holding his face close to my nether-regions, and cry out in unbridled passion as his tongue delights me.
I plant my feet on his shoulders, hunching my hips upward, up and down, and down and up, over his eager tongue. My tide is rising within me. I am so close to my crisis, and his muted sounds of pleasure come to my ears softly, like a music played on a street-corner blocks away but close enough to hear and appreciate.
