Not A Kid

As I slide off his jeans he mutters in my ear “You’re not a little kid anymore are you,” his hands caressing my exposed breasts. His pants bulge in front of my eyes and hesitantly I remove them. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and wraps his arms around me.

With me still wrapped around him, he stands up, kissing me passionately, and carries me upstairs to his and my mum’s room. He lays me down on the bed and I reluctantly let go of him. He climbs onto the bed, and kneels over me. He guides my hands to his erect penis and I feel the heat in him, longing to become one with me.

Gently I stroke it as he caresses inside of me, feeling every nook and cranny. As he pulls his fingers out, I let go and he lowers himself onto me. As he enters me I moan and he grins, kissing me as he starts to thrust against me. A gasp of pleasure escapes his lips and as my father has sex with me I think, I’m not a kid anymore.

The first of many glorious afternoons.

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