Trapped_(0)

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Trapped


One of my favorite memories as a child were the fall, and spring trips we made as a family to an old cabin my mother’s family owned in the mountains. As kids in the spring my brother John and I would run through these forest like savages, half naked anything John would do I would to, I even once tried to pee on a tree like he did, let’s just say that did not work the way I planned.

In the fall we would comb the mountain tops looking at the trees, the colors were more than breath-taking, the fiery oranges, and the blazing reds. John and I would make huge piles of leaves to jump around in. My mom and her husband Steve would laugh and they too would play in the leaves with us. Now Steve is our step- father, he married mom when John was 10 and I was five; but almost from the start both John and I thought of him as our father. Our real father passed away before I was born, and John has very few memories of him, so really Steve A.K.A daddy is the only daddy we have known. <Pardon the pun>

Anyhow let me get on with this little confession. I am now seventeen. And we are getting ready to head for the mountains. It is fall, the air is crisp and the trees are glowing. Today will be daddy’s last day at work, at least until we come home from the hills, as he always says. Daddy works construction, well he owns two construction companies, so he is a burly man, he stand over six foot, well muscular body, not overly so, like some freaky muscle man, but a hard working man’s body, the kind most women drool over. Mom is petite thank god I take after her. I stand at just 5’5 and as daddy says I am like ninety pound if I happen to be soaking wet. Ha ha ha…. Ok that joke is really lame and about as old as…. Daddy! Sorry I tend to wonder. Ok so anyhow daddy is off work, I am out of school, John won’t be home until tomorrow, and mom was is a lawyer and has to work tonight on her briefings.


So anyhow all these thoughts hit me at once, and I started thinking, Since I was fourteen I have wanted to fuck daddy, it was at that time that I saw him with my mom, and oh my god! I have been stealing my brother’s porn vids for years; also I know a lot of cool free porn sites on the web, so two people fucking is really no big deal. But this was a big deal; this so was so fucking hot! I had heard something one night and went down the hall, mom and dad’s door was wide open, when I looked in my heart stopped, mom was laying on her back, dad was holding her ankles, at first I did not know what he was going to do, his huge hard cock was pointing right at her wide open pussy, but he bent down a buried his head between her creamy thighs. I could not see what he was doing but mom must have been really enjoying it, she moaned and thrashed, her small hips thrusting up into his face, dad had to hold her still for a small woman my daddy had hard time holding her still. “Oh fuck yes daddy eat my pussy.” Mom purred it was the first time I ever heard her call him daddy. To the tell the truth it was hot. And daddy must have liked it to, cause I could see his cock bounce, glistening on the tip was a drop of clear precum. I had the strongest urge to walk in there and lick that drop off his cock. I must have taken a step in because I could now see what daddy was doing. He had two fingers stuffed deep inside of mommy’s pussy, and his lips were attached to her clit. I was surprised to see that mommy shaved her pussy. From this angle you would think daddy was fucking a little girl, until you heard the words coming from mom! “Oh fuck yes!! Oh god daddy I’m gonna cum!!”

I don’t know how long I watched them, but when I came out of my daze I was leaning against the wall, my hand buried deep into my white silky panties, and there was moisture running down my legs, at first I thought I had peed, I bolted back to my bed, worried someone would find the wetness on the floor and know it was me. The next day I hit the net, and found out that I must have came, and that the moisture was what they called squirt. Relieved did not cover it. I went down to the table that morning; I could not seem to keep my eyes off of mommy and daddy, mostly daddy’s crotch. I was glad when it was time to go to school there was much I needed to think about. “Hey squirt you’re gonna miss the bus if you don’t get moving.” Daddy said making me jump. “What did you call me?” I asked feeling my heart sink, he called me squirt did he know? My voice and my face must have shown him how upset I was. “I called you squirt, but I did not mean anything by it, what’s wrong baby girl are the kids picking on you again?” daddy asked. “Oh no daddy I just was a million miles away.” I tried to smile. “And you have not called me that since I was like 10. He smiled, stood and kissed my head, get to school brat.” He slapped my rump playfully as I walked pass him.

For days after that I thought long and hard, I knew all my friends thought my daddy was hot, I use to think that they were nuts daddy was so… so daddy it was un-natural to think of him in any other way, but after seeing him with mommy, I knew it was un-natural to think of him other than as what he was a very sexy man. For weeks I looked up things about older guys and younger girls, and incest stories. Even though daddy really isn’t my blood daddy, it was still incest wasn’t it, the things I was thinking. There wasn’t anyone to turn to, I did not know if it was natural to have these thoughts and feeling for the man who is my father. The sites and stories all said it was, but I wasn’t sure. Then one night I was sitting in the living room with mommy we were watching one of our favorite shows, when daddy walked in he was wearing nothing but a towel, water was dripping down his chest, my eyes were drawn to each and every water droplet as the ran over his pecks, down his ripped abs, and into the thick dark hair at his lower tummy. “Honey where are my pj’s?” he asked shaking water at me playfully. “I think they are still hanging on the line.” She said not moving from her chair. Daddy groaned don’t worry yourself dear I’ll go outside and get them I am sure the neighbors will love this skimpy little towel. I giggled thinking of old Mr. Henders. He was a nosy old bastard as my mom always called him. “I’ll check daddy.” I said jumping up and leaving the room quickly I had to get away daddy standing there naked, and dripping was too much for my little heart, and my little pussy which was now dripping I could feel the wetness as my legs rubbed together as I nearly ran from the room.

If daddy had this kind of effect on me, what chance did I have trying to be good? It was then I decided I was going to get daddy, he was the man I wanted to take my cherry. I was fourteen when I made that choice now I am 17 and now I am going to put those words into action, this was my chance, like I said mom has to work, and John won’t be home until tomorrow, so if daddy and I left now we could be at the cabin in six hours.