Daddy and I

Daddy and I part one

Hi, my name is Michelle I am 39 years old and I would like to share a secret with everyone. I have been having and enjoying sex with my step dad (John) since I was 19. I would like to share with everyone just how this came about and tell you about the fun we still have today.

First off, I will be referring to John as my dad as I hate calling him my step dad especially in that he more or less raised me. My mom and real dad divorced when I was just a baby.
I cannot tell you much about my real dad other than my mom told me that he had been very abusive to her. My mom had sworn that she would never marry again. Cause she did not really trust no guy after her first marriage went so badly.

John swept her off her feet when he came into our lives. Now I loved him right away, the first time I met this man he came baring a gift for me. He had brought me a brand new pair of roller skates. He had found out from mom that I loved to roller skate and had kind of out grown my last pair. We ended up all moving in together which was fine with me cause John would give me anything I asked for. About after a year of living together they got married.

Growing up I truly was his little girl, I grew to love him just as much as my mom did to the point I stop calling and introducing him as my step dad instead when my friends met him he was my dad. In addition, we both have blond hair, blues eyes well his are more hazel until sun light brings out the blue. My mom worked mostly nights when I was growing up, while John worked days.

John and I spent a lot of time together with my mom working nights. He would get me off to school in the morning and he would make me my supper in the evenings. Sometimes we would just go out to eat which I enjoyed cause normally we would go shopping afterwords. Later in my teen years when my friends and I wanted to go somewhere like, roller-skating, dear ole dad would take us. If we all wanted to go to a movie and one of my friends did not have the money to go with us, dad would give me extra so they could come along. Needles to say all my friends just thought that my dad was the coolest.

When I started dating dad was liberal about it as long as I got home before 11 pm. Some nights he even left me stay out later as long as I got back home before mom did. Now most of my boyfriends were a little afraid of him as he is about 6’2″ big broad shoulders with a barrel chest. John has large muscular arms from lifting weights. Back then dad lighted weights just about every day.

My girlfriends and I used to sneak peeks at him while he worked out. We would sneak down into our basement and watch him pump iron. We all would stand there amazed as he lifted those heavy weights with such ease. That was when I first started to notice him and my feelings for him started to change. All my girlfriends had crushes on him also.

Dad had served in the army with Special Force and mom had a corner in the house devoted to his medals and stuff from that time. I still have his green beret to this day and will always treasure it. As long as you respected him and us, dear ole dad was a pussycat. However, if you happened to piss him off then you were in for a world of hurt.

Well in high school, I found the man (Sam) of my dreams or so I thought after only about a year and a half my dream turned into a living nightmare. He was drinking excessively, staying out all night and making my life miserable. Sam was not the same guy I had fell in love with in high school. Sam started to verbally abuse me first then he started to hit me. I left it go for a while not saying anything to my mom and especially not to my dad. A few of my friends knew what was going on and they told me to just get the hell out of there.

One night he came home late after having been drinking most of the night. He was drunk and stank of booze. Sam started on me calling me names and I believe I told him to just shut the hell up. Sam grabbed me and he started hitting me everywhere on my body. I managed to get away from him and ran to the bedroom where I locked the door behind me. Sam beat on the door fiercely trying to get in but he could not get to me. He finally went away and I did not hear any noise so I figured he had passed out on the couch.

I lay on my bed my face buried into my pillow crying my eyes out. I was just so scared this time as Sam was punching me not just slapping me anymore. My face and arms were red and a little swollen from the beating I had just taken. I got up, looked at myself in the mirror, and decided I was not going to take his shit no more. Sam had hit me for the last time I thought as I picked up the phone and called home.

Dad answered and I explained to him quietly between my sobbing just what had happened and just how long it all had been going on. I told him I did not know what to do and that I was hurting and so very afraid of what Sam might do next to me.

“Princess get out of the house right now I am on my way over there.” Dad replied.

I waited for dad at the end of the driveway, when he drove up I just ran to him and cried in his arms. Dad told me “Come we are going to get you some clothes and you are coming back home with me.”

With tears flowing and my voice troubled, I replied “but daddy Sam is still in there.”

“Do not worry princess Sam is not going to bother you again” Dad replied.

As I opened the front door Sam jumped from the couch and yelled “And another thing BITCH.” This was all he got out as dad pounced on him picking him up and slamming him up against the wall.