“Baby, would you come down here, please?”
Baby’s daddy called from downstairs. She’d been laying on her bed, her fingers between her legs, rubbing her pussy. It was strange: the last few weeks, just about the only thing she could think about was sex.
She let out a little whimper at being interrupted, when her orgasm was only a few minutes away, but knew that if she kept Daddy waiting too long, he’d get angry. The last time he’d gotten angry at her, he’d given her twenty swats on her bare ass. It’d been embarrassing, being spanked like she was a little girl again, yet she felt her pussy getting wet, even as her butt was being warmed.
Not too long after that, she’d kissed her daddy goodnight. Not that that was unusual: even though she’d kissed his lips, it was typical for them to do that. It didn’t feel wrong, even though she knew everybody else would think so. This was her Daddy, the man she loved more than any other in the world. He’d done everything for her all her life, and even more so since her Mama had died three years earlier. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him, being a single dad with a teenaged daughter in the house. She’d noticed the looks. Every once in a while, Baby’d catch him admiring the woman she’d become. She knew it was what he was thinking, the look in his eyes told her that. It wasn’t a very fatherly thing to think, she knew, but it was flattering that her own dad would think her pretty enough to check out in that way.
How it started: she’d had her eighteenth birthday and was coming home from a party some friends had thrown for her. Daddy was sitting in his chair, asleep and naked. The TV was all snow, and the light on the video player was on. She had a pretty good idea what he’d been doing, and was a little embarrassed to know that her own father still did such things. Then again, she knew he didn’t go out much, so he wouldn’t have much outlet for taking care of himself outside of taking matters into his own hands.
Turning off the player, she also shut off the TV. The only light that came in then was from the streetlights outside. While the proper young lady she’d been told she should always be scolded that what she was thinking wasn’t right, Baby found herself kneeling beside Daddy’s chair.
The light sneaking in from the window fell directly across Daddy’s penis, putting it in sort of a spotlight for her. She’d heard other terms for it, from overhearing some of the other girls talking about their boyfriends: prick, dick, cock…
All the times she’d heard other girls talking about their man’s member, she’d been given the impression that they were a lot bigger than her daddy’s was right at that moment. She’d had “the talk,” but nobody had told her about penises being little shriveled things like this one was. The other girls made it sound like a cock was a big, thick, stiff thing. Baby didn’t like to think she was a baby for real, but maybe there was something *she* had to do to make it big and hard.
Now that she was curious, she didn’t even think about what she was doing, and to whom. With no consideration for what anyone else would think — not even her daddy — she reached out and touched his penis.
It felt funny. Soft and smooth. She couldn’t imagine how this could ever be the huge hardness she’d heard about. Daddy let out a little moan, and his hips moved. It hadn’t sounded like it hurt: actually, it was a sound a lot like she made while rubbing her pussy when she was home alone.
Curiosity still having a firm grip on her, Baby started to pet her daddy’s penis, making him moan more. He hadn’t woken up, surprisingly, so she kept playing with it. Slowly, she watched — amazed — as it started to grow. Soon it was big enough she could wrap her fingers around it. It felt much firmer than it did before, she was beginning to understand what the girls were talking about.