Author's Note: This is a work of fiction meant for the enjoyment of readers. This is only my seventh story submitted. I thank everyone who commented on my others. The positive comments provided encouragement while the negative comments pointed out my mistakes and helped me not to repeat them. I thank every reader who vote, (the rating is the only way authors can gauge the acceptably of our work). A very special THANKS to all who take the time to write a comment. Finally, I want to make it clear that everyone involved in sex is eighteen or older.
This story follows the adventures of Oscar and his daughter Jane as she explores the mystery of becoming a woman. It starts from where OSCAR AND IRENE, a story I submitted to Loving Wives ended.
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Jane's Story
Jane could hardly remember when she first started having sexual feelings for her father. She had always been a daddy's girl and Oscar had always gone out of his way to encourage her, or at least she thought he had. One of her favorite childhood memories was of her curling up in Oscar's lap while they sat on the sofa, watching TV. She could still close her eyes and feel his gentle hands rubbing her back and playing in her hair.
She could also remember the funny feeling thing she sometimes felt when there was a movie on TV with a lot of scantily dressed women. Daddy seemed to change when they were on; the thing got bigger and harder and he would seem to pay more attention to watching the show than holding her. Even at that young age she knew that women showing lots of skin pleased Daddy and she was determined to look and act like those women so Daddy wouldn't notice them but would give her all his attention
A few years back things started changing; they moved into a big house in North Carolina and Uncle Joe started living with them. That's when Daddy, Momma and Uncle Joe started spending most of their time after work in the big room upstairs, while she and Jillian were told to stay in their rooms downstairs. It's true they had all the gadgets and toys anyone could imagine, but being kids they would sneak upstairs to listen outside the big room's locked door. The sounds they heard were too much for them to understand; they thought Uncle Joe was hurting Momma while Daddy must have stopped him, cause Momma never showed any sign of being hurt.
When Jane turned fourteen her parents gave each girl a computer with access to the internet. They had blocked some sites with something called a password, which aroused the girl's curiosity. They studied everything they could find about computers and within two months had broken the password and discovered the world of porn. Finally Jane could understand the noises from the big room. One night they found the door unlocked and when they went inside, the adults didn't notice them at first. They watched their personal porn show until Jillian coughed.
When the adults realized they had been discovered, Momma tried to explain what was happening. Jane assured her that both she and Jillian had seen enough videos to know what they were doing with Uncle Joe. Realizing there was no need to lock the barn after the horse was stolen, the parents promised the girls the door would no longer be locked and they could enter and watch when they pleased.
Jane wasn't sure how many times Jillian took advantage of this new privilege. She watched a few times before she quit. She didn't like to see Daddy with his face between Momma's legs, making her moan and scream. She had seen that on the videos and knew it was making Mommy feel good. She was Daddy's girl and no one else should receive his attention; if he was going to make anybody feel good, it should be her.
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"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Jane and Oscar were sitting in the front porch swing, watching the golden sunset across the tops of the tall pines.
"Anything Sugar; what's on your mind?"
"When can Jillian and I do what we saw you and Mommy doing with Uncle Joe?"
For once Oscar was at loss for words. How should he answer? Like all fathers, the thought of his little girl, flat on her back while some boy rutted over her, was not pleasant.
"Not for a while yet."
"But how long, Daddy?" She wasn't going to be satisfied with a non-committal answer.
"When you're mature enough to call me Oscar and at least eighteen, ask me again." Oscar thought he'd given the perfect answer.
"Good morning, Oscar." She greeted him the next morning. Now Oscar began to have second thoughts. At least she couldn't rush her eighteenth birthday.
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Maybe she couldn't rush it, but the years seemed to fly past. Oscar was sitting in them study looking over the agreement they had signed when he, Irene, and Joe had agreed to live together. During all those years he'd never really regretted the decision. Once Irene had a taste of a giant economy sized cock she would have never been satisfied with his little five inches. At least this way, he'd enjoyed the action, even if he did sometimes want to feel a pussy wrapped around his cock. Of course Joe had stretched Irene so much it wouldn't feel good, even if she would let him try. No, the magic tongue he'd bragged about so much was the only bridge between him and Irene.
"Can I talk with you, Oscar?" Jane sat on the sofa beside him.
"Sure, what's wrong?"
"Why do you think something is wrong?"
"Okay, all is right with the world; so talk." Oscar knew his daughter well enough to recognize nervousness.
"You know I turn eighteen today, don't you?"
"Of course; today is the day my little girl becomes a woman. It saddens me to think about you going off to college."
"Do you remember the question I asked a few years back?"
"Honey, you've asked hundreds of questions. Which one are you talking about?" Oscar was afraid he knew exactly which one she meant.
"Remember; I asked you about doing what you and Uncle Joe do to Momma? You said I had to wait until I was eighteen."
"I remember," he took her hands in his; looking into her eyes, he said, "Honey," you'll know when the time is right. One day you'll meet a nice boy that you just can't wait to feel his hands on your body. You'll feel like you can just eat him up and he'll feel the same about you. When that happens, you'll know the time is ripe. Believe me; you won't wait for my permission."
"I've already found somebody I feel that way about." She crawled over to sit in his lap, like she was fourteen again; except now Oscar had to put one hand around her waist and the other around her hips, to keep her from sliding off.
"Do you think I'm pretty; I mean really pretty?" Oscar was relieved that she seemed to change the subject.
"Honey, you're the most beautiful young woman I know." He was well aware of how conscience she was of the few extra pounds she carried. She had her mother's pretty facial features and her breasts pushed her sweaters out in a way that showed promise of hiding something very special. Oscar really meant what he said; he thought she was beautiful. But then, what father doesn't? He gave her a squeeze.
"If you really think that, will you do something special for me?" She tried to pull the hem of her too short yellow sundress back down. In wiggling to do so, the part of the dress next to him worked up even higher. Now the only thing between her leg and his cock was his thin pants. The little minx seemed to know it too; she kept moving around, which made Oscar get an erection.
"I'll do anything for you if I can." That's what he said aloud, but mentally he was thinking, "What's wrong with you? How can you be getting hard? This is your daughter." He tried to shift her so she wouldn't be on his cock, but she managed to rub against it more than ever.
"Oh you can do this." She wasn't nearly as nervous as she had been. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered her request. Then she licked his earlobe as she pulled away.
"What! You can't be serious; I'm your father!"
"You promised me you'd do what I wanted, if you could." She shyly kissed his lips; daughter or no daughter, the combination of that kiss and her bottom rubbing his cock was turning him on big time.
"But...but you're my little girl."
"So, what's your point? Just last night I watched a video of a girl giving her father her cherry. It was sooo cool."
"That's not real; that's just a movie." Oscar protested. Her movement caused his hand to slip higher until he was touching the bottom of her breast. For the first time he realized how nicely Jane had filled out.
"Pleaassee, I've known since then first time we saw the three of you in the room that I wanted you to be my first."
"But...I'm your father. We can't be doing things like that."
"Somebody has to be first." She caught around his neck with both arms and pulled his face to hers. Her lips brushed his lightly, then firmer and her tongue touched his. The little monkey knew she was getting to him; she could feel the result pressing against her bottom. "Why shouldn't someone who really loves me be my first?" She pulled back until she was staring into his eyes. "You do love me, don't you?" Reading his facial expression, she was pretty sure he was ready to throw in the towel.
