Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 13:05:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: Bigflag8r <bigflag8r@aol.com>
Subject: Daddy's Knowing Hand - Incest

I had just gotten home from school. My Mom was off running errands for
elderly people like she often did. I came home and put my school books down
and was going to go outside to play & ride my bike. Since I had my "good
clothes" on I knew that I had to change before I went outside. My Daddy was
about 63 years old at that time. I was the last child so he was in his 50's
when I was born. I must have been around 9 years old I guess. I didn't know
that "that thing was" except I used it to pee.


I went to the bedroom and took off my school clothes and was down to my
underwear. It was just then that my Daddy walked into the room. He didn't
say anything, he just came over and sat on the bed with me standing in
between his knees. Just then he started to rub "it" through my shorts. I
could feel it starting to grow and get hard. He then slid my shorts down to
my ankles and was diddling it with his fingers. All I could do was look
down and watch him play with that "hard thing".


Daddy asked me, while stroking my hard little pecker "What is that?" I just
said "I don't know".....Daddy took me and laid me across his lap with my
upper body laying on the bed and said "Well, let's find out". He wet his
fingers and started pounding on my little pecker, making it go between his
pointer finger and middle finger...creating friction. I giggled and
squirmed and told him it tickles and tried numerous times to get his hand
off of my pecker. But he stopped every attempt with his left hand and kept
pounding my pecker.


Finally I just stopped fighting. Then something unexpected happened. My
eyes instinctively shut and I just laid there and enjoyed my Daddy's big
hand on my pecker, pounding it up and down, up and down. When his fingers
would get dry he'd stop momentarily to wet his fingers. When he stopped I
opened my eyes just a little to see what he was doing. After he got then
all wet again he'd start pounding my pecker again. I just closed my eyes
and was lost in how good it really felt. I don't know if Daddy was watching
my face but I'm sure he was. Then he started pounding it faster and with
more pressure from his wet fingers. Just then I started feeling something,
a tingle. It was growing more intense. My breathing was faster, my heart
was pounding, my little legs opened a bit wider giving Daddy all that I
had, giving him all the room he needed to pound my pecker.


Then it happened, this wave of pleasure came over me, my toes were curling,
my little legs got stiff, my mouth was wide open, gasping for air, my eyes
were clamped shut and a little moan came out of my mouth. WOW, that felt so
good. I wanted him to keep going and make me feel that again. But he sat me
up and without a word, left the room with me sitting there
naked....wondering what had happened.


That day started me on a masturbation journey. I masturbated every day and
felt those same feelings. Then one day, I guess I was about 11 or 12, that
feeling turned into a cum spurting orgasm. I was hooked. Every day, still
to this day, I jerk off...every day...I love it.