Madison loves her daddy’s cream

Part 1,

As Greg Mathews watched his little girl, Madison, as she lapped up the last remnants of her ice-cream, he was sure she had no idea that the reason she thought it tasted different from usual this time was because her daddy had shot his cum into her ice-cream dish before making hers. Her daddy had been wanting to feed his little girl some of his cum directly from his cock for as long as he could remember, but he also didn’t want to traumatize his beautiful daughter. So he had decided that the best way to get what he wanted and still not have his little girl need therapy was to sneak his cum into her food. And he promised himself that it would be just this one time.

“Daddy, I don’t know what you did different this time, but that was delicious! You need to make it that way every time from now on!”

Now there was no getting out of it for Greg. If he couldn’t reproduce the ice-cream the same way next time she wanted it, and every time after that, she or her mother would want to know exactly what the cream he added was! “It’s just my secret cream sauce. Glad you liked it Madison.”

Then little Madison, whom hated to be called by any of the usual nick-names for a girl with her name, jumped up from the table, put her dish in the washer, and headed for the door. “I’m going over to Becky’s house. I’ll be back by dinner time.” She hated being called any variation of Mad. She felt it was like being called insane. She was a freckle faced, 5’ 5” young girl, with flame-red hair and the energy of a Tasmanian devil. She kind of looked like Lindsay Lohan back when she was still young and innocent. She knew what she liked, and what she didn’t like, and now that she had said she liked the new way her daddy served her ice-cream, he knew she would never settle for any other way, at least not when he makes it. But at least Greg wouldn’t need to worry about her mother finding out. They had been divorced since Madison was only 4 years old, and she almost never cared what happened when Madison spent her weekends and half her summer vacation at Greg’s, as long as Madison was happy, and didn’t have any complaints.

. . . . .

Madison couldn’t believe it. When she had been watching her favorite morning program, she had heard her daddy rummaging around in the kitchen. Curious, she had gone to see what he was doing, and when she poked her head around the corner, her daddy was standing at the table with his eyes closed, rubbing his penis, while he aimed it into one of two ice-cream dishes he had on the table.