You were always making me so happy. The vibrator really cheered me up for the vacations, it kinda felt like your visit was longer. During the day at least Mom went a bit easier on you, so in that sense it was better than at home. Other than that, it was pretty boring, but I could make it look like I was having lots of fun. Well, in a way I was, just not during the day. What really sucked was that there was nowhere from where you could look at me going around in my bikini at peace. It made me sad for a minute, but then I remembered to look happy. Mom said it was my hormones and it was fun to know it was something else.
I noticed then how you looked at other women. I was sure it helped taking Mom's attention away from us, but probably you really liked looking at those women. You weren’t looking at the girls, only the grown up women. I didn't feel bad, I knew I was your baby girl and you loved me the best. It was okay if you wanted to have sex with other women, you deserved every good thing you could have, but it could make things complicated with Mom and all, but then I realised I was making it all up because you looked at women, so I didn't think anymore about it and I didn't even need to pretend during our goodnight kisses, which I wouldn't have been able to do anyway.
As soon as the school year started I was counting the days for my birthday. I was going to turn thirteen, and though I knew it didn’t make any difference, it still felt like what we were doing was a bit less dangerous for you. While on the cruise Mom had to find something to complain about and this time it was my turn. I was being childish and immature because I didn't even bring girlfriends over for a slumber party, much less have a boyfriend like all normal girls do. I wasn't getting angry at Mom anymore, but this time I got scared. What if she was seeing something in me that could give us away? In the night, right after our goodnight kiss, you told me about it and you were thinking more or less the same. I should start bringing people over. Not all the time, but enough so she wouldn't find anything weird. I got to it right away. It was boring to have girlfriends over but I pretended I was having fun. When my birthday was about to come we were talking about this boyfriend business. You said right after my birthday would be a great time to start working on it.
Mom decided this was going to be the greatest birthday party ever in my life. When I was little you would invite my classmate's mothers over for my birthdays. Half the time Mom wasn't there and it was always more about adult conversations than kid's fun. I didn't mind because I understood you had to be a good host and I was happy to see you were being so nice with the moms. Every year Mom hired a clown for the kids so adults could forget about us. The kids loved it, but I always found it a bit creepy. It was later you made me feel special for my birthday, and I'm talking before you taught me how to make you real happy. You took me out to a dinner-date for my twelfth birthday, and the one before to a movie. Those were special things, we didn't go out much, we were used to having such a good time just the two of us. Mom and you, you hardly celebrated your birthdays at all. Somehow she was away for most of hers. For me, everyday was like your birthday, as far as I was concerned.
No matter how hard I tried for this party to be a big deal, only a few girls showed up and even fewer boys. I wasn't popular at school, but I wasn't bullied or ignored either. I was an easy-going, straight-A, good-looking girl, kind of lonely, nice with everyone, students and teachers. This year Mom was there, which was good so she could see herself how normal I was. It turned out only one girl, Angie, would stay over, which was perfectly okay with me. This girl had long curly redhair. She hadn't grown boobs like I had and her waist looked like she was ten years old, even though she was a couple months older than me.
We were alone in my room, wearing regular girl's pajamas, and when Mom was sleeping she gave me the scare of my life. She shot, right out of the blue,
"So, how big is your dad’s cock?"
I realised I was looking too scared to be safe, so I calmed down and said,
"Well, I've seen him come out of the shower a few times, and yeah, it's pretty big."
She smiled, looking at me like she knew all.
"Don't be silly!" she laughed, "You know, it takes one to tell one. You don't need to pretend around me. I also fuck my dad and I've been always on the watch to keep him out of jail. I've been dying to talk about it with you."
"But how...?"
“I can't really point my finger at it, but I don't know, there's always something, something different in each one. I see you and something tells me This girl is fucking her dad, loud and clear"
I took a deep breath. My heart was about to come out of my chest. Now, I wasn't just terrified, I was also excited about talking about it with another girl who did the same. I stared hard and I guess by then I had pretty much given myself away, so I had to go ahead with it.
"His cock is so big and thick, and I totally love it!"
I giggled. I was relieved, it was as if I was free again, even though I didn't know I wasn't free before.
She giggled too and played with my fingers.
"Mine's isn't really big. He's still my dad. I've always wondered how it would be with a really big one. How do you do it? I mean, does your mom know? How do you hide it from her?"
Again she surprised me. Did some mothers know about it?
"No, she works all day and takes pills at night. She travels a lot so we get a lot of time by ourselves."
"You're so lucky! We get to do it about every other month. My dad knows my mom will send him to jail if she finds out." Are there moms who wouldn't? "She goes out to party with office friends or has a late meeting. We gotta always do it so we can pretend we were lying together on bed watching TV. One time she almost caught us. She came home earlier than she was supposed to and I had his cock in my mouth right when she walked in the house. I made such a good act when she got to the bedroom, he was about to give us away, what a jerk!" Jerk? Your own dad? "She had no clue what was going on. So you have lots of time and a good size dick, I wish I had your luck!"
"But would you cheat on your dad?"
"That's not cheating, we're not married or anything. We're doing something we're not supposed to anyway, so why not add another one to the list? Besides, it is so much fun even if it's small, it must be even better with a big one, am I right?"
I nodded, biting my lower lip. Angie was talking like she was twenty or something. Where did this girl come from?
"You know, I bet your dad would love to fuck us both together."
I gasped. She was surprising me every minute. Then I thought about it. What if she was right? I would love to give that to you.
"But he would get so mad at me if he finds out I told someone. He said right from the start, The only way to keep a secret is to tell no one, and you know it's true."
"Don't be silly" she was getting into a habit of calling me silly. "He doesn't need to know about it. We'll go to his bed to watch TV and I'll take care of it. Once he's in, he won't mind how I found out. I'll say you never told me, I just wanted to fuck him."
I gulped. I felt terrible about lying to you. I didn't think I was going to be able to do it, I mean, look away and avoid the direct question. I trusted she was right and you were going to like it so much you wouldn't mind if I had told her or not.
"By the way, has he fucked you up the ass already?"
Already? Was it bound to happen?
"No, he hasn't. He's only played with his finger and then with a vibrator. It's been great, he's told me he's gonna fuck me up the ass soon."
"Hey, don't tell me he's the kind of creep that likes putting things inside a little girl's vagina and that's about it. I used to have a girlfriend with a father like that and I don't know if it was sad or boring. Please no."
"Oh no, no, no! He's not like that! We do lots of other things and it's loads of fun. He says he wants to take his time before my ass is ready for his cock."
"All right, well, convince me, what else does he like doing?"
My mind raced. It was so weird to be talking like this to someone other than you.
"Well, there's this thing we both love. It's called facefucking. I give him lots of blowjobs all the time and he loves it, but facefucking is something completely different and I love it when he does it."
"Good, sounds very good." She licked her lips. She must have been imagining your cock in her mouth. "What else?"
Now she was really liking what I was telling her.
"Then there's this other thing we love doing to each other. It's ass-licking."
"Rimming. Or a rimjob."
I wished you had taught me that word before. Maybe you didn't know it. I was a big girl by then and I knew you didn't have to know every single little thing.
"Yeah, a rimjob." I said. She was staring at me and breathing a bit faster. "Why are they all called a something-job? Like, what he calls a titty-fuck, I bet that's a titjob. Now that I've grown boobs it's another thing he loves. See? He's no sick creep."
"I can see he's not. Yes, it is a titjob. You see, they're all something-jobs because like in any job, you must do it good, like do your job and do it well."
We were laying together, face to face. She got closer and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. It was nice. Your kisses were so much more than nice.
"Show me how you lick your daddy's ass Flo". She pulled her pajama pants off, rolled on her back and lifted her feet behind her head. Her skin was soft, I liked much better your rough and hairy ass. I licked her anyway and she moaned softly.
"Go on, do my pussy like your daddy does yours."
She must have meant the way you tickle my clitoris with the tip of your tongue. I wasn't so excited, more curious. I was thinking all the time if you were going to like all this like she said. She knew a lot, so it was worth a try. Besides, if she did it right you weren't gonna be upset with me.
Then she had this really funny very fast breathing, but very low too, you could hardly hear her at all. Then she got all tense, like she was yawning hard, but she clenched her teeth. She said she had cummed. It was the first time I saw a girl cum.
When she licked my boobs I was sure by then I liked you so much better. The only reason to be with her was in case you would like doing something with both of us.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Nothing, it's… you know, you're not him. I guess I can't really enjoy it unless it's with him."
"You're weird" she said smiling, in a nice way.
She wasn't being mean or anything, I guess I'm weird.
"Are you sure my dad's gonna like having us both at the same time?"
"Hell, I'm sure. Look, he has a cock and it gets hard, he's not gay, he has sex with you. He will love it, absolutely. He's probably thinking about it right now."
Then I wished you would show up to give us both a goodnight kiss.
"So. Really. It's gonna be so much fun with us three once he starts fucking you up your ass. Don't take too long. After you do it, then we can organise our party"
I was scared and excited. I had been scared and excited a lot in that last hour.
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