Chapter 12
Any examination of incest would not be complete without the classic case history of the motherless daughter wanting to take her mother's place in the household and more especially in her father's bed.
Suck a girl was Joyce Cramer, a well-developed fourteen-year-old blonde, who definitely had yearnings to go to bed with her handsome father, Howard Cramer. Her father, since his wife's death two years before, had seemingly no need for women. Joyce had not known him to as much as look at one since the funeral. She suspected that it was only his grief that prevented him from having sex with women-he was too much of a male to become non-sexual because of the death of his wife. Joyce tried all sorts of excuses to get him to notice her as a female instead of just a kid and daughter. She would walk suddenly out of the bathroom with her bosom half-bared, or would remove her skirt deliberately in front of him. Nothing seemed to affect him until one night as she lay tossing and turning in her bed, she heard him cry out in his sleep.
"Fuck me."
Joyce sat up in bed quickly, straining her ears to hear more and soon the words were forthcoming.
"Oh, fuck me, baby."
She was out of bed fast and running down the upstairs hallway to her father's room. She entered quickly and crawled in bed with him.
Just like that.
He was mumbling in his sleep, but once more she caught the words "fuck me." Joyce took her courage in hand and reached over his body trying to find his penis. She had no idea it would be in such a rock-hard state. When she touched it, he grunted, and she felt a thrill pass up and down her spine. She touched it again, this time circling it with her fingers. He stirred restlessly, mumbled something unintelligible and turned over facing her. She was so excited now that she was ready for anything. God, daddy had a big cock was her thought. It would be wonderful to have that thing rammed up inside her.
"Fuck me," her father muttered thickly, still talking in his sleep.
"Fuck me, daddy," she said softly in his ear. She jacked his penis a few times and repeated the words.
"Huh? What?" He was stirring quite a bit now, and as he twisted his body about restlessly, his penis escaped from her hand. "What's the matter?" he muttered further.
"Fuck me, daddy," she whispered in his ear again, lifting herself up to press her lips against his ear.
"Need a fuck," he muttered. "Need a fuck."
She reached over him and took his penis in hand again and jacked it. "Would you like me to suck it, daddy?" she whispered.
"Suck it," he muttered.
She moved down on the bed quickly, having previously thrown all caution to the winds, and holding his penis firmly in her young-girl hand, she opened her mouth and wrapped his lips about the head of it. It was so hard, hot and wonderful that Joyce came very close to having an orgasm then and there. Her lips were actually trembling, she noted. This was because of the high state of excitement she was in.
"Suck me, baby," her father mumbled.
Joyce had to remove her mouth from his penis for a moment in order to draw in sufficient air, for her breathing was becoming difficult. When she felt it return to something approaching normality, she placed her lips about her father's cock again and sucked it.
"Jesus...that's good." Her father's speech was not as thick as it had been.
She removed her mouth to speak to him. "I hope you don't mind my sucking your cock, daddy. I've wanted to for a long time."
He surprised her by patting her head. She knew now that he was awake, and that he approved of what she was doing. Wonderful! Beautiful, handsome daddy and his big cock. Well, she would show him what she could do to gratify him. Taking another deep breath and letting it out quickly, she plunged his penis into her mouth and began to go down on him all the way. Using slow, deliberate movements, she began to realize his breathing had picked up in tempo even more than her own. She placed one hand under his balls and lifted them gently, as she held his cock at its base with her other hand. Lifting his balls and sucking him was great fun, and apparently it was to him, as well, for he began to moan and to stroke her hair lovingly.
She never quite knew how it happened, but suddenly she was on her back and daddy was above her, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, using her lips as if they were a cunt. This took some getting used to, but she accomplished it after a few moments. Daddy was moaning loudly and his body was moving rhythmically-in and out, in and out. She clung to his penis with her lips and when she felt him speeding things up considerably, she braced herself and suddenly felt the hot, thick gush of semen spurting into her mouth and passing over her tongue, forcing her to swallow it.
She did so, eagerly, until he stopped flowing.
Then, quickly, without saying a word to him, she removed her lips from his still-rigid cock and jumped from the bed, running hastily back to her room. She threw herself down on the bed, drew the covers over her perspiring body and lay there remembering every exciting detail of the mouth-fucking she had just received. How beautiful it had been.
She prepared his dinner the next day and had it ready for him when he arrived home from work. He entered the house through the kitchen, saw her, stopped in his tracks, but then smiled easily.
"Hi, kitten," he said, and passed through the room.
Joyce nearly dropped through the floor from sheer relief. So he wasn't going to pull the big father act on her, wasn't going to scold her or even act strangely toward her. "Marvelous," she murmured, suddenly developing a new and greater respect for him. "He's quite a guy." She meant this. The way he had made his entrance, had handled the after-the-fact bit, proved to her that he was indeed quite a guy, more so than she had ever dreamed.
He called out to her, telling her he was going to take a shower before dinner.
"All right, daddy," she called back. "I'll keep it warm for you," meaning the food. It occurred to her that her remark had a double meaning. This made her smile. "I'll keep that warm for him, too," she whispered to herself.
He seemed to require a lot of time to complete his shower, but finally he appeared in the kitchen wearing only his old robe, which had always been too small for him. As he walked toward the table, smiling at her as he did so, she caught a glimpse of his penis and balls. She was forced to avert her eyes, so he would not see the wild lust she felt must be in them.
He sat down. "What have you got for dinner, kitten?"
She told him, still averting her eyes. She served him and then carried a plate of her own into the front room, where she sat down in front of the television to watch the news. Joyce had absolutely no interest in the current events, she simply had to get away from his probing eyes for a time. She asked herself if she felt guilty about sucking off her father, and the answer came back as "probably."
"I'll get over the feeling," she murmured.
"Did you speak to me, kitten?" he asked from the kitchen.
"No, daddy, I was just mumbling to myself."
She heard his chair scraping the floor, as he apparently pushed it back from the table. She could not see him from where she sat, but a moment later she did for he had appeared in the front room.
"Kitten," he said, rubbing his lips with his fingers. "That was a good meal. You're quite a girl, you know that?"
Joyce moistened her lips and hoped he couldn't hear the hammering of her heart. "Thank you, daddy. You're quite a...father, too." She had almost said, "You're quite a man, too," but had changed "man" to "father" in time.
He stood looking at her, and she was obliged to return his look. "Kitten," he said, "why did you do that to me in bed last night?" There was no scolding quality to his tone of voice, only a questioning one.
"Because," she answered slowly, "I love you very much."
He nodded. "Thank you, kitten. It's nice of you to tell me that."
She watched as he turned away from her, apparently heading back for the kitchen. He stopped, however, and faced her again. He opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, but closed it a moment later without having said a word. Now, he did walk back into the kitchen.
"Daddy," she called after him. "If you're...hot...I'll do it again...right now."
He came back into the room quickly and stopped just a few feet from where she sat. "That's nice of you, kitten," he said huskily, "but how did you know I was in such...bad shape?"
"I know you, daddy. After all, I live with you. I see you all the time. I know you don't have any women friends. A man needs a woman," she plunged on, realizing she might be making an ass of herself in speaking to him in such an adult-sounding manner. He knew what he needed better than she ever would. "I just want to help. I want to please you, daddy. You need to be gratified and I need to...gratify you."
He nodded his head as he had done previously. "You want to sleep with your father tonight, kitten?" he asked flatly.
She hesitated only a second. "Yes, daddy...if you would like me to."
"All right. When I go to bed you come and crawl in with me," he said gruffly, and turning about walked back into the kitchen. A moment later, she heard him leaving the house and starting the car, which was parked in the driveway. He drove away leaving her with a hammering heart, a quickening pulse, and very sweaty palms.