[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Beside the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don't judge consenting adults for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.
None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.
Bruce Jetson ... male lead character, husband of Samantha, fifty-one, stepfather father of Tracy
Samantha (Sam) Hicks ... wife of Bruce, forty, mother of Tracy
Tracy Hicks/Jetson ... female lead, daughter of Sam, adopted by Bruce, eighteen
Dan Windgate ... Supporting male lead character, twenty-one, Freckles' rescuer
The author recommends reading the story, Bruce: The Good Samaritan, before this story but this tale can be read as a stand alone read.
My childhood was a very happy one in a very happy family, although I remember little about it before the age of five and kindergarten. My memories remain sketchy until somewhere along between the fifth and sixth grades. But, as I said, my childhood memories are all very happy ones.
My name's really Tracy but Daddy rarely called me by that name. Mother just followed the practice, unless she was really pissed off with me, then it was Tracy Sue. With my red hair, green eyes, and by the first grade, a healthy case of freckles that ran from my head to the tops of my boobs and down my arms, well, you guessed it. I became Freckle Face or later, just plain Freckles.
At the age of ten, Mother told me their story. That story is told fully in Bruce: The Good Samaritan. Suffice it to say here, that I learned Bruce is my stepfather and that he rescued my mother and me in the middle of a blizzard on the Interstate. I was four months old at the time. Love bloomed and Mother married Bruce.
Bruce was like ten or more years older than Mother, but that wasn't a barrier for either of them. They were very happy and extremely sexual with each other though not necessarily publicly. Early on, I could hear the sounds they made in their bedroom. I was a curious kid and I was a fast learner. I also observed how Mom and Dad acted at home with their mutual goo-goo eyes, their hand holding, their smooching, and their roving hands--gentle touches, mind you--not the gross copping of a blatant feel.
Between health classes at school and my girlfriends, I soon found out much about sex and a quite early age. Of course, eventually I'd have to sort out truth from fiction. By the seventh grade, I also had played "Doctor" with several boys. There was also the day I found the hole in the wall in my closet that looked directly into my parents bedroom. Let me tell you, from the age of eleven through sixteen, I had a front row seat for sex education.
I think it's safe to say, I knew a very great deal about sex at a very early age. The problem was, I was an only child and suffered severely from the Eldest Child Syndrome of wanting to be good and please my parents. That condition placed heavy, self-imposed restriction on putting my sexual knowledge into practice--well, except for what I could do to myself.
My parents were also very "touchy-feely" with me with their mouths and their hands. Don't take that wrong. There were never any "inappropriate" touches; all touching was loving and nurturing, not illicit groping.
During the sixth grade, I discovered boys. However, apart from some mutual exploration of Doctor/Nurse games, I viewed the male species from a distance. No single dates, no group dates, not anything. Those mutual explorations were with the boy next door and a male cousin I didn't get to see very often. Both were my age. I also found that hole in my closet near the middle of the sixth grade.
By my Freshman year, I joined several school clubs and organizations, but I didn't mix with the boys, let alone date them. To that point, I'd had no real urges to express my sexuality.
By my sophomodre year, I'd developed a very delectable female body. My boobs were, ah, shall we just say, greatly lusted after by the male species? My body narrowed down to my waist and then flaired out into womanly hips. All of this was beautifully proportioned over my five foot three frame. The boys were literally drooling over me--until they got nowhere and gave up in despair.
But God almighty, my sexual drive suddenly kicked into high gear. Trouble was, I was still shy and morally restrained from doing anything about it other than what I could do solo at home. I desparately wanted to express my new found sex drive.
My birthday came after the August start up date of school. That's why I was a grade behind those born the same year. I turned sixteen near the end of the first semester of that sophomore year--October 31st, to be exact. Yeah, Halloween.
On May first, I came home from school to find Daddy waiting for me. That was unusual as he normally didn't get home for at least an hour later, sometimes, two hours later. Something else unusual; our minister was with him.
"What's wrong, Daddy? Don't beat around the bushes, Daddy, your home early and with the minister. What happened?"
"Freckles, I'm sorry to say that there's been an accident. A car accident. Mom's in the hospital and in a very bad way. Reverend Goodson and I were waiting for you to take you to see your mother."
"Oh my God, Daddy. Let's get going."
Mommy died an hour after I got to the hospital. Daddy was on one side holding one of her hands and I was on the other side of the bed holding her other hand. She was unconscious and simply quit breathing. She'd been unconscious since they brought her in.
Daddy held it together until we got home, then he just lost it. He fell into a chair at the kitchen table and just sobbed. I stood by his side, holding him, hugging him, kissing him on the top of his head.
We stayed like that for two hours. I only left him to get him water to drink and once to answer the phone after which I left it off the hook. Daddy was a very verile and sexy man for a fifty-one year old. He didn't look that way in his saddened state.
"Dad, you have to get some rest. Let me help you get to bed so you can sleep comfortably."
"Mmm, I guess."
I helped keep him upright and to get the covers turned down without him falling down. Finally, I got him plunked down in a sitting position on the edge of his bed.
"Come on, Dad, hang in there 'til I get you undressed."
I got his shirt and undershirt off. Then I took off his shoes and socks. I pushed him back on the bed to get his trousers off.
"Lift your butt, Dad, so I can pull your pants off."
He managed to do so. That left him wearing only his jockey shorts. I don't know what was going through his numbed brain at that moment, but his penis was tenting his shorts pretty darned well.
"Come on Daddy, lift your legs. Help me here to get you stretched out."
Finally, I got him laid out in the center of that king sized bed and pulled the sheet up to his neck.
"Nite, Daddy. I'll look in on you later."
I started for the bedroom door.
"Freckles, don't go. Stay here with me, please?"
I drug a chair part way to the bed.
"Noooo. Here on the bed. Lay beside me. Hold me some more."
"Alright, Daddy, I will."
I climed in on top of the sheet and lay down beside my father. I lay on my side and cuddled with him, my left arm around his chest and pulled myself against his body.
We both fell asleep. The time was three in the afternoon when we lay down. Day had become night and the bedside clock read eleven-thirty. I discovered something else as well.
During our sleep, I presume, Daddy had turned on his side to face me. His arm was around me and resting on my ass whih was suddenly turning quite warm. The sheet had worked itself down to his knees on his side. Something pressed into my lowere belly like a piece of iron and it could only be Daddy's very erect penis. He was still lightly snoring!
I also suddenly found myself getting quite wet between my legs. My God, my own father was turning me on, big time and he wasn't even awake to know it. The long repressed expression of my sex drive just came "unrepressed."
I raised my butt and managed to work the rest of the sheet down past my knees. That brought a response from Daddy.
His arm tightened on me and brought our bodies tightly together. His erection broke through the fly of his jockeys and his naked helmet pressed into my belly.
'Oh Sam, Oh Sam, hold me tight my love."
My God, Daddy thought I was Mother--his Sam(antha).
I hesitated, but my sex drive overruled me. I reached down with my hand and grasped Daddy's penis, his dick. Oh, My god! It was hard but soft at the same time. It was very warm and it pulsed. His dick was also drooling precum.
I stroked his dick once, then twice, and then I was stroking continuously. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.
"Sam, I love you so much."
Daddy's hand reached for my boobs.
"Take it off, Sam."
I released my hold on Daddy's dick and stripped off my blouse and then my bra. I wiggled out of my slackcs and panties and took my shoes and anklets with them to the floor.
Nude, I turned back to Daddy. His hand grabbed a boob while my hand went back to his dick. His hand dropped to the triangle between my legs. I was wetter than wet there.
To grant him better access, I raised my upper leg. His hand settled in with two fingers running up and down my outer labia and his middle finger following along right in my wet slit.
I climaxed the first time from the first full trip that ran from asshole to clit. I lost it when his thumb hit my clit. I also expelled a very deep growling sound from my throat.
Daddy rolled over on top of me. Still in his jockeys with his dick rigidly poking through the fly, he got more or less in position. Astoundingly, he was still asleep. I grabbed his cock and guided it to my warm sheath. That gorgeous hunk of man meat sank into my cunt with one hard thrust, taking my cherry with it as his cock slid home.
There was no pain, just the grandest feeling of fullness and pleasure I'd ever experienced in my short life.
That was also the point at whcih Daddy jerked wide awake and aware.
"Good God, FFRECKLES! How? What? Jesus."
Daddy quickly uncoupled, rolled off onto his back, and said, "Get dressed, Freckles. Go to the kitchen and put on some coffee. I'll be down directly."
He was shaking like a leaf in the wind. So was I. Naked, I fled to my room to grab a terrycloth robe. That's all I wore and it wasn't cinched closed.
I slopped water all over the kitchen sink trying to get a pot filled to pour through the coffee maker, but eventually, I got the job done. In a few minutes, I had coffee and poured myself a cup. I sat at the table, sipping and waiting for Daddy to show up.
Almost a half hour passed with Daddy shuffling around between his bedroom and the bath before he showed up in boxers and a tee shirt at the kitchen table to sit across from me. I got up and poured him a cup of coffee.
We sat silently for some time, alternately staring between our coffee cups and each other. Finally, Daddy tried to speak.
"Freckles, I, uh, I... '
"It wasn't your fault, Daddy," I broke in. "You were out--asleep--equivelent to sleep walking, if you will. I've been repressing my sex drive for so long that the dam just broke while laying there with you."
"Don't worry about it, Daddy. We both mourn and miss Mother. I want to hold you, to compfort you, to love you, yes even to make love with you while we each grieve. We need each other more than ever now, Daddy, at least until we come to terms with her death. Maybe even longer."
"No Daddy, that's just the way it's going to be now."
I got up with my robe flapping open exposing most of my boobs and my sex. I went over to his end of the table and turned his chair out a bit. Dad was unaware that his rigid pole of man flesh had popped out the fly of his boxers. Swishing my robe behind me, I plopped down astaddle his legs, facing him--and down onto his ready cock. I hugged him, crushing my boobs into his chest.
My head came up as I placed my lips to his and kissed him. It wasn't a short kiss and it definitely wasn't a chaste, father/daughter kiss either. It was a lover's kiss. The kiss was returned in kind as both our mouths opened. The kiss got very sloppy after that
Daddy placed both his hands on my hips and pulled me down tight on himself--and his throbbing erection. Pumping with my legs and guided by Dad's hands, I jacked myself up and down his man flesh with long, slow, strokes. The pleasure was insdescribable. We broke the kiss at last.
I gasped out, "Oh Daddy, I love you so. You're my man. You took my cherry."
"Yes you did, when you sank that big cock all the way to the bottom of my pussy back there in your bedroom."
"No butts about it, Daddy, you're my man. But niether of us got any satisfaction. You burst awake and pulled out right away. This time was so very much better. Now I want to go back to the bedroom and fuck until we can't do it anymore."
"Daddy, I said, no buts. I love you. I love your cock. I really love your cock deep in my pussy. Right now, I want that cock back inside me."
I got off his lap, drained my coffee cup on the way by, and pulled Daddy by the hand back to the bedroom. I stripped off his shirt.
"Daadddyy--no buts, take my robe off while I get your boxers down.
As my robe dropped off to pool at my feet, Daddy responded again.