Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 12:35:04 EST
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: DONNA & HER FAMILY, PART 5

The next time my mother was going out for her monthly "bridge game" with
the girls, (I think maybe they went to a male stripper bar or some such
thing, since she always came home a little tipsy and looking very satisfied
the next morning) she gave me a big hug and a little wink after she told
Daddy not to wait up for her.

I was still in my school uniform, which consisted of a white, blouse and a
plaid skirt that was supposed to reach to my knees. However, like most of
my friends, once I left the school grounds I rolled up the waist of my
skirt to hike the hem to about half way up my thighs.

While my dad sat in his recliner watching "Las Vegas," with its plethora of
cute girls, revealed breasts, and hot little derrieres, I lay on the floor
between him and the TV, letting my legs part slightly so that I figured he
could see up to my panties if he chose to do so. Every once in a while, I
would wriggle my bottom or draw up one of my legs to reposition myself, and
I was sure he could not avoid catching glimpses of his girl's sweet little
bottom.

During one of the commercials, Daddy asked me if I was enjoying the
program, and I replied that I surely was, and hoped I might look like one
of those girls some day when I grew up. Daddy chuckled and said he was sure
I would, in fact I was well on my way to becoming a beautiful woman.

At this compliment I jumped up and climbed on his lap to give him a hug and
a kiss. Daddy responded warmly, and didn't seem to mind when I just stayed
in his lap as the program resumed. Daddy asked me which girl I thought was
the most beautiful, and I replied that I liked them all, but was especially
fond of the one who played the hostess who seemed to be able to get
anything her guests wanted.

Daddy agreed that she was a sexy one, but said he thought I would probably
grow up to look more like the Casino manager's daughter, who was slim and
statuesque. I was a little tall for my age, and though my body was starting
to fill out, I was not chubby or fat. I cuddled into my father's lap, and
as I did, my bottom felt something hard underneath. I knew what it was
because I had seen Daddy using it with Mom just a few nights earlier.

As we watched the program Daddy absent-mindedly stroked my hair, ran his
hand down my back, and squeezed my little buttocks. When I scooted around
to sit sideways, hugging him around the neck and kissing him on the cheek
as I did, his hand landed on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt. It
felt warm and strong as his fingers gently stroked the inner flesh of my
thigh, and I was aware of that familiar tingle in my pussy place.

His hand, seemingly of its own volition, eventually wandered up to the
point where his fingers lightly caressed the crotch of my panties, which I
am sure were damp, if not wet, by now. I squirmed a little and pushed
myself onto his fingers and felt them sink slightly into the crack of my
panty-clad vagina.

I responded by planting a wet kiss right on Daddy's lips, and opening my
mouth to let his eager tongue slip in. It tasted masculine and sweet to me
as I sucked on it just as I would on my mother's nipples. Daddy was getting
very excited by now, and I could feel his boner throbbing against my ass
cheeks. He was breathing heavily, and as the program we were watching
ended, he picked me up and set me on my feet and told me I had better get
ready for bed.

I went up to my room and undressed for bed, putting on a little nightie
that barely covered my bottom, and leaving my panties in the laundry hamper
in my bathroom. Daddy remained downstairs, and I was disappointed that he
had not come up to kiss me goodnight. After a while, lightly fondling my
pussy lips, I nodded off to sleep.

After a little I heard the sound of my father's footsteps in the hallway,
and opened my eyes a crack to see him slip into my bathroom and reach into
the hamper to take out my soiled panties. By the night light in the
bathroom I could see him put the panties up to his face and sniff at them,
inhaling deeply. He obviously enjoyed the smell of my little panties,
because he balled them up in his fist and moved stealthily out through my
room to the hallway.

I had just about dropped off to sleep when his shadow crossed my doorway
again. He just stood there for a while, and I could tell he was staring at
me as the light from the hallway revealed my body, lying comfortably, my
legs spread open and my nightie pulled up to my waist, where it had
remained when I had fallen asleep playing with my pussy.

I pretended to continue sleeping as Daddy stepped into my room again, but
this time he came right over to my bed, bent down and ran his hand gently
over my bottom, placing the nightie over my hips and thighs. I opened my
eyes just enough to see that his penis was sticking out of the shorts he
was wearing and it was as hard as it had been when he was fucking my
mother.

As he started to walk away, I squirmed and opened my legs again, and as
though he couldn't help himself, he came back and sat down on the edge of
the bed. His hand once more stroked over my body, but this time he made no
effort to cover my pussy. Rather, he ran his fingers up between my thighs,
stroking gently until one of them rubbed across my vaginal slit. I jumped
involuntarily at his touch, pretending to wake up, and smiled at my dear
father, who jerked his hand away.

But it was too late. I grabbed his hand and put it back where it had been,
letting my legs sprawl open so he could have a full view of my girlish
pussy. Daddy's cock was still sticking out of his shorts, so I took it in
my hand and stroked it a little. He bent over and kissed me on my pussy,
letting his tongue lap along the slit and making my whole body shake with
pleasure.

After a few of strokes of my girlish hand, Daddy's cock erupted, spraying
his creamy cum all over me and running down my hand and wrist. We just
stayed that way for a while. Daddy seemed embarrassed by what had just
happened, but I was thrilled to the core, and reached up to hug him one
last time as we heard the car door slam outside and my mother coming into
the house.

Daddy beat a retreat to their bedroom, and when Mom came in to check on me
I was sound asleep, pleasantly dreaming about how life had changed and
would continue to change in my dear family.

If you liked this story, let me know at linksysdon@aol.com

Love, Donna