~Author note: Thanks to VCWriter17b for the initial editing help. Ill admit finding editing help is hard as most either do not answer when asked or are to busy already. I wanted this story to stand out and I took the help and tried to make it better. Got rid of run on sentences the best i could. I tried to give the characters more depth. Let me know what you think and any suggestions you have for part 2 now that i have this part mostly like I want it. IF you want to help with editing feel free to contact me and let me know I'm happy to take all criticisms and help. Thanks.~
As a child growing up I never really learned anything about true love. I never believed in it or saw it firsthand. My father was an abusive alcoholic who often beat and belittled my mother. The abuse was so severe that she drew in on herself. She was cold and distant from me and I was left to fend for myself. Once I turned 12 he started in on me as well. There were many nights I would run crying to my room hiding under my bed hoping he would not find me. However, I would be dragged out and beaten even more for hiding from him. My mother never once said a thing to stop him, never once tried to help me. I often had to conceal bruises for fear of people seeing them and being punished more. I tried my best to not anger my father but it was never enough.
I studied hard at school and stayed after as often as possible and played on every sports team I could. By 18, I had had enough of my father's shit. One night he drank and yelled at my mother because he was out of booze. He wanted her to get him more and she wouldn't. He raised his hand to hit her and that was when I snapped. I didn't snap because of my affection for my mother. By then I had lost any affection for her. I snapped because of all the yelling and abuse he had doled out over the years. I grabbed his arm and swung him around, punching him in the nose; sending him flying backward and onto the floor as he held his bloody nose. He stared up at me with a dumb look on his face. I was so angry it was like all I could see was red. I kept hitting him over and over again until I heard my mother screaming. I looked up at her and her eyes showed horror as she looked at me. She had fallen into a corner crying and stared at me. I looked back at my father, his face a bloody ruin. He was still breathing, barely. Finally, some semblance of sanity came back to me and I called 911.
It wasn't long before the paramedics showed up and found my father lying bloody on the floor. My mother was still in the corner crying and babbling. I had to tell them what had happened and they radioed in a police car to investigate. I spent most of the night at the police station recounting my entire life history of abuse and neglect from my father. I also recounted the way he had treated my mother and the way she had let it go on for so long. As for my mother, she was admitted to the psychiatric ward at the hospital. In the end, my father recovered and was arrested and sentenced to 6 months of jail time. Which I found to be not enough. He was also served with a restraining order. He could not be within five hundred feet of my mother or myself.
My mother stayed in the psych ward for over a month to overcome the trauma my father put her through. Once she was out I brought her home and we reconnect and she apologized for her behavior all those years. Saying that she was terrified of him and didn't know what to do. I forgave her and told her it was over and we no longer had to see him. He was the reason I never believed in love. He was the reason I never really had friends or even a girlfriend during my time at school.
It wasn't until my freshman year of college that I met her. Her name was Sarah. When I saw her flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes I knew I had to meet her. There was just something about her that attracted me and pulled me towards her. As if gravity pulled me towards her. I finally introduced myself to her, and we immediately hit it off. The first time I saw her smile, my heart beat out of my chest. I immediately asked her out on a date and it escalated. Before long we were exclusive.
Sarah went to school with a minor in business administration and a major in science. I was a liberal arts major. I wanted to be a teacher. We dated through college and were inseparable. We married shortly after graduation. Sarah was top of her class and was offered a job with a high-tech security technology company that had many government contracts. I got a teaching job at the local high school teaching 12th-grade English.
Our marriage and sexual life were great. We always found time for sex at least 3 to 4 times a week and it was always amazing. Sarah was a phenomenal partner. It was shortly after our 5th anniversary that Sarah came to me while sitting in the living room. "Darling, since we are both working in successful jobs now and making plenty of money. I was thinking, perhaps now would be a good time to start growing our family." She gave me that look she always gave when she was in the mood.
I looked at her with a grin on my face. "Well then in that case let's get started." I quickly jumped up from the couch lifted her up into my arms and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. She laughed and kissed my neck and face the whole time.
I tossed her down on the bed as she yelped and looked up at me. I pulled my clothes off in record time and wanted nothing more than to ravage my beautiful wife. I made quick work of removing her skirt and panties as I kissed and licked my way up her legs to her thighs. I took a long lingering lick from the bottom of her labia to the top. I slowly circled my way around her clit just barely missing it to tease her. I would go back down and thrust my tongue into her hot, wet hole. I listened to her moaning and begging me to make her cum. After several times of moving up and around her clit and going down, having her on the edge of insanity I latched onto her clit. She bucked her hips up, arching her back as I sucked and licked at her clit while she screamed out like a banshee.
I waited for her to come down from her high and kissed my way up her body. At some point in all of this, she removed her shirt and bra as she was now bare up top. I kissed my way up to her breasts circling each one as I sucked and licked at each nipple. I eventually found her lips sucking her tongue into my mouth. My cock had no trouble finding her wet hole and easily slid inside her. She groaned as I filled her hole. Our lips never left each other as I thrust in and out of her with a passion I had not felt in a long time. We were like first-time lovers embarking on our honeymoon again. Within minutes I could feel my balls tingling as I was ready to explode inside her. I let loose and we both exploded in passion and ecstasy. We collapsed on the bed and soon fell asleep holding each other.
We repeated this night with variations on what we were doing, of course, several times a week. It was about a month and a half later that she came to me and handed me a long white stick. At first, I looked at her funny, but then I took a closer look at it. It showed a small blue plus sign. We had done it, we were finally having a baby. We went out that night and celebrated. Nine months after that our daughter Jennifer was born. She was the most adorable baby you have ever seen with striking blue eyes. Sure all parents will say their baby is the most beautiful baby around but Jennifer was a really beautiful baby.
It didn't happen overnight but gradually Sarah started getting colder toward me and even towards Jennifer. Jenn was a Daddy's girl; always hanging around me whenever she could. Her mother rarely ever paid much attention to her and never made it to school functions. I tolerated her behavior to a point for Jenn's sake. She still needed a mother. Even if she wasn't much of a mother. The only thing that worried me was that she reminded me of how my mother used to be when I was a kid back when my father abused us.
The older Jenn got the more arguments Sarah and I got into about everything. Because of all the arguments, she spent more and more time with me. We found an old 1970 Shelby GT Mustang fastback. It was in pretty rough shape. We bought it cheap. That of course aggravated Sarah even further. Jenn and I worked on restoring that car every chance we got. Weekends, evenings after school, whenever we had free time. We worked on it for several years.
My sexual life at this time had bottomed out to once a month if I was lucky. As Jenn grew into a teenager she started rebelling against her mother more and arguing with her often. She would always run to me for support, which usually caused an argument between Sarah and me as I always took Jenn's side.
We celebrated Jenn's 18th birthday. It was a big deal for her. She was finally considered an adult. All her friends came to celebrate with her. Sarah of course wasn't there, she supposedly had to work, but I don't think Jenn was too upset about it. I pulled her off to the side to give her the gift I had got for her. It was a very small box wrapped in a bow. She opened the box and inside was a key. She looked up at me with a puzzled look. "Daddy? What's this for?"
"Why don't you look in the garage," I told her.
Her eyes got wide as she looked at me, "But Daddy the only thing in the garage is the Shelby?"
"Guess you'll just have to look and see then won't you."
She squealed as she ran to the garage. I followed behind her, once she opened the door she screamed "HOLY FUCK!" Realizing she had just sworn in front of her dad she clamped her hand over her mouth.
I just chuckled and said, "So I guess you like it?"
Parked in the garage was the Mustang we spent so much time fixing. It was completely finished. I had taken it to a professional to have it painted light blue, her favorite color. "Oh Daddy I can't believe you're giving me the Shelby. You love this car. We spent so much time working on it, why would you just give it away?"
"I do love the car darling but I love you far more. Besides this was the whole reason I got the car and worked on it with you. I knew you would love it and by working on it together you would appreciate it more."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight kissing me on the cheek. Leaving her lips on my cheek a bit longer than a normal kiss between a father and daughter. However, I didn't think much of it at the time as I figured she was just really excited.
The party started winding down around eight. It turned out to be a pleasant party. Sarah finally came home an hour later. I sat at the kitchen table with a beer in my hand. Something was off about her. Her hair was messy and her clothes looked messed up. "Well nice of you to show up late for your own daughter's 18th birthday. And looking like that." I gestured at her.
"I told you I had to work. And what is wrong with how I look? I always look like this?" she exclaimed.
"Really?" I yelled, "You always come home with your hair messed up and your clothes messed up as well."
"It was windy out and I tripped over a rock walking to my car. Things like that happen you know."
I have to admit she was always adept at coming up with excuses. Too bad that's all they were, excuses. Just then Jennifer walked into the room. "Wow, mom finally decided to join me for my birthday? What's with the clothes and hair?" she asked
Sarah groaned frustratedly as she stormed upstairs to the bedroom to change. "Who shoved a stick up her butt?" Jenn asked.
"I don't know baby! She supposedly tripped over a rock because it was windy and messed up her hair and clothes." He said using air quotes on the word tripped.
We finished cleaning up after the party and the two of us sat down to watch a movie together. Sarah never joined us. After the movie was over, we headed to bed.
A few weekends later Sarah said she had to go out of town for a business meeting. She usually has one or two a month. The week leading up to it was relatively normal. Jennifer got lots of love from her friends about the refurbished car. The weekend came and I was home alone on Saturday sitting at the table eating lunch. The door burst open and Jennifer stormed in crying her eyes out. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me sobbing.
I was panicking at this point not knowing what was going on, "Jennifer, baby what's going on, did someone hurt you, are you OK?"
She sobbed into my chest for a few more minutes trying to get herself under control. She looked up at me with deep blue eyes. I could see sadness in them, but I could also see anger written on her face. She dug into her bag and pulled out a large envelope tossing it onto the table. "That cunt is cheating on you daddy. I saw her on my birthday. You remember my friend Mona right? Her dad is a P.I. She helped me talk him into following her for a while and getting evidence. There are about 3 weeks worth of evidence."
I was stunned by what she told me. My head was swimming and I felt like I wanted to pass out or throw up or maybe both. I grabbed the envelope and clutched it in my hands almost afraid to open it and look at what I would find inside.
Jennifer
It was my 18th birthday, what was supposed to be a wonderful day of celebration to mark my transition to becoming a woman; an adult. However, thanks to my stupid cunt of an egg donor the day turned out to be shit.
