For as long as I can remember I have always loved my Mom and Dad very much and they have both loved me as well. I think that I loved them equally and I knew that they both would do almost anything for me. I wanted to please them both and they always seemed to want to please me, too.

Most of all, they always showed me their love and made sure I was safe in what I was doing, where I went and who I was with. I don’t think that I was overly protected but they always knew where I was and what I was doing.

My Momma was the kindest, gentlest and most loving Mother any little girl could ever ask for. My Daddy was the strongest, smartest, most loving Father any little girl could ever have.

Momma used to tell me that when I was very little, when she heard me crying in the night she would come into my bedroom lay down beside me and softly talk to me and comfort me. Then she took me into her arms and held me until I went to sleep again.

Then later when I got a little bigger if there was a thunderstorm or I had a bad dream I would hurry into their bedroom, reach for my Momma and say, “Momma, I’m scared.”

Momma would reach over and pull me up on the bed with her holding me on top of her and ask, “Did that thunderstorm wake my precious Baby up or did my sweet Baby have a bad dream?”

She would always kiss me and say, “My sweet little Angel is safe here with her Mommy and Daddy.” After that she rolled me over to lay on my back between her and my Daddy.

Daddy always reached his strong muscular arm out, put it around me and held me for a while. Then he would kiss my forehead and cheek and say, “Our sweet little Angel is safe and protected here with me and your Momma, Honey.”

On an occasion I awoke and found that the bed was bouncing almost like it did when I was jumping on it. I really didn’t understand why the bed was bouncing but when I looked around I found Daddy lying over the top of Momma and he was kissing her and talking to her very softly. Momma had her arms around him and was saying things that I couldn’t understand because she was breathing like she had been running a foot race.

Daddy’s breathing was somewhat the same but, he was saying things like, “Uhh, Uhh, Uhh” over and over again. Then he finally stopped after a little while and he took a deep breath, kissed Momma and then he said in a long drawn out “Ahhhhhhhh.” Then he said, “I love you, Nora.”

Nora was my Momma’s first name and he usually said that when he was holding her in the kitchen and kissing her. Daddy often held my Momma when they were in the kitchen. He always had his arms around her and his one hand was around her waist and the other hand was on her rear end squeezing her butt cheek and pulling her close to him very tightly.

Momma had her arms around him, too, rubbing his back and she was saying, “I love you, too, Bart, but, we need to quit this before Tracy walks in here and sees what we are doing with each other, Sweetheart.”

Daddy always chuckled and said, “That’s not a problem. She needs to see us expressing our love for each other. It will be good for her to see that.”

Momma always replied, “Yeah, but, she doesn’t need to see you squeezing my butt cheek like that all the time.”

Daddy replied, “Why not? She is going to have that done to her by her boyfriend or her husband when the time comes.”

“Oh, Bart, you’re just incorrigible. You know, you’re just a dirty old man.”

I remembered hearing their conversation from then on. I could also remember when I was a little girl and Momma had laid me between her and Daddy. I had quickly gone to sleep and I woke up with the bed bouncing again.

That time when I looked around to where Momma should have been and she wasn’t laying there asleep by my side. I looked over to see my Daddy and there was Momma leaning down over Daddy. Her nightgown was gathered up around her waist and the bed was moving and bouncing because of what they were doing.

I could see Momma’s bare bottom in the dim light of the night light and both of Daddy’s hands were on Momma’s butt cheeks patting, rubbing and squeezing them. Before long they were both making groaning and moaning sounds as I went back to sleep again.

I loved my Momma and I was very close to her all during my elementary and high school years. But, I think I may have been a little bit closer to my Daddy since I have always been a Daddy’s girl. I loved my Daddy very much and he used to take me with him when he went places much like a man would take his little boy with him. I think that we were just naturally drawn together.

My Daddy had strong muscular hands and arms and he would lift me up and help me when we were walking or hiking and I always felt safe with him and in his arms. He even carried me sometimes when we were hiking and I got tired. I used to spend lots of time with him in his workshop and “help” him like get him tools and bring him cold drinks when he wanted them.

When I was in high school Daddy knew that I liked quilts and he thought I needed a quilt rack to store them on. So he made me a quilt stand for me from scratch. He and Momma gave me that quilt rack on my birthday and I just loved it.

I was in his workshop when he was making it. When I asked him what he was making he always responded, “Well, Honey, I haven’t decided what it’s going to be just yet. I’m sure we will find out what it is sometime in the future when it is done.

I still don’t know how to describe it even now all of this time later but, at the time it just looked like a bunch of sticks thrown together even after it was finished. Then it disappeared for a while until my birthday and Momma put three of the quilts I liked on it and they presented it to me. I had my quilt rack in my bedroom and it is still there today.

Momma liked seeing my quilts on my quilt rack and she asked Daddy to build one for her to show off the quilts she had. However, her quilt rack was larger and fancier and could store more quilts than mine could. Momma kept her quilt rack in her bedroom and she just loved to have it display her quilts like mine did and it is still in Momma’s and Daddy’s bedroom today.

My Daddy had a little work shop at home and I spent a lot of time there with him watching him work on his projects. I learned a lot about how to work with the tools he used. He also worked on our car and kept it in good running condition. I knew that when I got a car he would work on it for me and make sure it was safe and in good working condition.

We were a happy family and I made many friends in high school and many weekends I would go to slumber parties with my girlfriends. And many of those weekends I would have the slumber parties at our house. Momma and Daddy always loved for me to have a slumber party at our house with my girlfriends.

They always said that they liked for me to have my girlfriends over to our house since they knew where we were and that we were safe and protected. I remember several of my girlfriends comments on how young and handsome my Daddy was. My best friend told me that she hoped that she could find a boy who was as handsome and as muscular as my Daddy.

My Daddy was a big man as he was over six feet tall but, there wasn’t any fat on him at all. He was just all muscle. I often thought that when I was a full grown woman he could pick me up and carry me around like a person carries their small child. I just loved it when he wrapped his arms around me and held me next to him and kissed me. Sometimes it just made my pussy get creamy and my panties get very wet when he did that for me.

During my senior year in high school Momma and Daddy bought me a car because they knew I would need it for college. It wasn’t a brand new car but, it was a very nice late model used car that I could drive back and forth to school. I used to pick up my best friend and take her to school with me.

Daddy always inspected my car for me and he made sure that any repairs that needed to be made were taken care of. He said that he never wanted my car to strand me on the side of the road and not know how to take care of any problem that could cause a breakdown. Daddy was especially concerned about the tires on my car and he looked at them very often and made sure that they had good tread depth and were kept at the right tire pressure.

After I had started college, Daddy was even more concerned about my car not breaking down on the road between the college and our home. Needless to say, he was always concerned about my safety driving back and forth between college and our home. That just made me love him more since he wanted to make sure that I was safe.

One day when Daddy was inspecting my car and making some repairs on it, Momma said to me, “Honey, your Daddy always looks after your car for you so that it doesn’t break down with you on the road between here and college. You know that some day you are going to have to take care of that inspection for yourself. You need to learn what he is looking for and if you can’t do the work you need to take it to a garage to have it done for you, Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Momma, I know that I am going to have to do that some time and I have begun to understand what he is doing and I can tell him what I have found to save him a little time when he does his inspection. I always hug him and thank him for what he has done for me.” I loved to hug him because when he hugged me and kissed me it made my pussy wet and it got my panties wet, too.

I went to college at the State College and I graduated with my degree in four years to get my Bachelor’s degree. Momma and Daddy drove up to the college for my graduation. That was a very happy day for not only me but, for my Parents as well.

Momma and Daddy were so proud of me on my graduation day. They took me out to eat at a very nice restaurant. We had a very good meal at that restaurant and Momma and Daddy were so proud that their one and only daughter had gotten her college degree.

After I had graduated and gotten my college degree I found a job in the small city about an hour’s drive from our hometown. Momma and Daddy drove up to help me find a place to live since they were familiar with the city. We found a cute little apartment which was in a nice quiet and safe part of the city.

I was happy with my apartment and my Parents were happy with it because they thought that I would be safe and comfortable there. In addition, I liked it because it was not all that far for me to drive to get to work each day.

After having worked for my company for about six months I got a phone call from Daddy and he told me that Momma had been very seriously injured in an auto accident that afternoon. I immediately went into my boss’s office and told him that I was going to have to go home to my parent’s because of Momma’s accident.

On leaving work, I went to my apartment and put some clothes into a suitcase and left starting the drive to my hometown. It was after dark when I got home and Daddy was there in the house just sitting in the chair with a picture of Momma on the lamp table and he was crying.

When I came into the house he got out of his chair, put his arms around me and told me that Momma had passed away from her injuries. Daddy and I held each other tightly for a long time and we cried together. We finally stood up and I asked him, “Have you eaten anything this evening Daddy?”

He said, “No, I haven’t, Honey. Are you hungry and do you want to have something to eat?”

“Yes, Daddy, I am beginning to get hungry and I imagine that you are hungry, too. So why don’t we go into the kitchen and fix something for us to eat.”

He hugged me and replied, “Ok, Honey, we’ll go in there and see what we can find for us to fix for our supper.”

I rummaged around the kitchen and found something I could make a quick meal of for us and we sat down to eat it. All during our meal Daddy was very quiet and I could see the tears in his eyes.

After we had eaten, I cleared the table and Daddy helped me with the dishes. Then we went into the living room to sit on the couch. While we were sitting there Daddy held me and kissed me like I was Momma and he was crying. Of course, I was crying, too, even though I had tried to hold my tears back.

I knew that Daddy had been under severe stress and he was very tired. I told him, “Daddy, I know that you have been under a lot of stress today and you are very tired. I think that you should go to bed and get some sleep. As soon as I can go into my bedroom and put my pajamas on, I’ll come into your bedroom to hold you and comfort you, Daddy.”

He went into his bedroom and I went into mine and put my pajamas on. After going to the bathroom I went into Daddy’s bedroom and got into bed beside him. He was still awake and I rolled up beside him and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulled me tightly to him and kissed me on my forehead and cheek.

I scooted up far enough that I could kiss him. As I was about to kiss him I laid my titties in the middle of his chest and kissed him on the lips. I know that he could feel my hot titties laying on his chest through my pajama top. I softly said, “I love you very much, Daddy.” He slipped his hand down my body and patted and gently squeezed my butt-cheek like he always did for Momma.

With his other hand he pulled my lower body over against his warm body and said, “I love you very much, too, my little Angel. You are just as soft and sweet and loving as your Momma was. I’m so glad that you are here with me. It makes me feel so much better that you are here with me, Angel.” Then he kissed me again just like he used to kiss Momma.

I could tell he had tears in his eyes even thinking about Momma. Of course, I had tears in my eyes with tears running down my cheeks and falling on his bare chest. I replied through my sniffles and said, “It’s good for me to be here and to comfort you and feel your love, Daddy. I know how much you loved Momma and I loved her just as much. I’m glad that we are here together and can hold and comfort each other tonight.”

Daddy kind of relaxed his hold on me a little and he kissed me on my lips again. I thought that I should let him relax and get some sleep. I knew that I needed to get some sleep, too. I softly said to him, “Daddy, I know that you are dog tired and you need to get some sleep. I’m pretty tired, too, so, I’m going to give you a little room and lay there next to you with my head on the pillow and get some sleep, too.”

I had started to raise my body and I put my hand on his mid-thigh to roll over beside him. Daddy quickly said, “No, Angel. I want you to stay here with me just like that.” as he tightened his grip on me pulling me back down where I had been. When he did that he pulled me back down on his chest but my hand on his thigh came back up to where it had been.