Day One
"Daddy?"
"Yes baby girl?"
"Are you going to fuck me?"
Daddy's fork stopped halfway to his mouth at the kitchen table, surprised etched across his face.
Let me start at the beginning...
My name is Missy and I grew up in a loving home in a big city. My mother was fit and active, going to the gym regularly each week and enjoyed being a housewife. My Daddy worked hard for a living as a lawyer and also kept himself in great shape. His body ripped with muscle and a clear six pack. Everyone always said Mommy was a lucky lady. Daddy always corrected them and said he was the lucky one with a stunner for a wife. Mommy had long legs, a little waist and big boobs that were always bouncing a little when she walked. I can't wait for mine to come in.
As sexuality became celebrated in the world sex in general became more widely accepted and common place. Soon what was once taboo behind closed doors, was publicly available for all to see - and take part in. Sex in public, group sex, incest, gang bangs and even business designed sound sex became widely accepted and even encouraged.
Once I turned 18 I was exposed to sex often and in casual settings. I can remember the first time I saw Daddy fucking Mommy. She was bent over the washing machine, her pants around her ankles as Daddy fucked her from behind. She caught me peeking in through the doorway and calmly explained that her and Daddy would be a few minutes but that dinner would be on the table at six. After that it became more and more common for them to have sex in front of me.
Movie night with us all snuggled on the couch would end up with Mommy sucking on Daddy's cock or him fingering her pussy under the covers. Every night I would go to sleep hearing them and in the morning I'd wake up to them fucking in the shower or in the kitchen during breakfast. Daddy could go for what seemed like hours.
At some point I started to get turned on when I watched them. My little nipples would get hard and what Daddy called my cunny would tingle. Soon I was rubbing it to make it feel better when I watched them.
One day after high school I came home upset, refusing to talk to Mommy on the ride home. One of the boys had made fun of me and my outfit, saying it wasn't slutty enough. I ran to my room crying and Mommy came into my room to see what was wrong. She sat next to me and rubbed my back as I sobbed on her shoulder and shared all the mean things that the bully said. Once I got it all out she leaned back, calmly unbuttoned her shirt and took out one of her bare breasts.
"What are you doing Mommy?" I asked her, looking at her nipple as she played with it a little.
"I'm going to help you feel better, just like I did when you cried when you were little," she said.
She leaned over me and placed her hand on the back of my head, guiding me to her breast.
"Here baby girl, suck on my titty for a little bit, you'll calm down."
Instinctively my mouth opened and latched on to her nipple, suckling. I was almost immediately comforted by the soothing action. Her nipple was hard in my mouth and although there was no milk, it was sweet tasting. It made sense why Daddy was always sucking on Mommy's tits, as she called them, during sex. Thinking about them fucking made my cunny start to tingle again and I squeezed my legs together to try and relieve the tension.
