Chapter 1

To become an unmarried mother at the age of sixteen is a calamity; especially when the man responsible is your father. And sympathy is in short supply when your family occupies an elevated social position, giving those below the perfect opportunity to snicker about Carona Lincton’s notorious prick-teasing ways.

At home, her mother had made her dress prudently before Gerald returned from Madison Ave. Her husband’s recent interest in the girl bothered her. Her intuition had proven correct. Her slut of a daughter had lured her husband into a ghastly sin. Yet the family was desperate for a male child to take the Lincton name forward. The baby might well be a little bastard, but it would be one that was cherished.

Sharon Bitmore, Carona’s best friend at the time, suggested she have the baby adopted, which was a heartless thing for Sharon to say while watching her breastfeeding the little thing. Sharon said, “It must be disgusting having it sucking at your tits all day. I can see it’s made your nipples red raw, Carona!”

Sharon’s observation was partly true. Her best friend’s nipples were indeed like a pair of strawberries. Gone now were her little breasts in a training bra. But Carona found breastfeeding strangely comforting, even sexy in fact. With Cary cradled in her arms, she would hum softly to him as he suckled. She imagined him growing up looking like the film star Cary Grant. She could see a little dimple on his chin already, so strange he could be as big as Gerald one day. That embarrassed her; remembering accidentally catching her father masturbating in the shower. He was stood under the jet-spray, covered in foam, with his cock in his fist. The sight of his penis had shocked her rigid! She’d never imagined it could be so thick and large. For a second or two, they had gawped dumbly at each other before she had fled in a daze.

Nothing was said between them for a few days, but then he’d come to her bedroom on the pretext of an apology for what she’d seen in the bathroom, but as he did so, his hand rubbed slowly over his cock area. It was a clear invitation to her, and she wanted so much to see his cock again! Her face colored up.” Ahm, well, it surprised me at the time, but I need a proper look at it really.”

Gerald agreed to show it to her; but only if she removed her blouse and bra first, because she had already seen him naked!

She’d hesitated about this - she was proud of her hips and thighs, but her tits were still in a junior class. She’d timidly unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her training bra and waited. Her eyes avoided those of her father as he drank in her pale, half-nakedness, her slender arms ... her proud little ribcage sporting two little rose-bud breasts. A perfect virgin, and she was his for the plucking.