WHEN MUM SENT DADDY TO MY BED by John P Copyright© 2011 I'm Becky and I was born in 1947 to a couple who adored me from the moment of my birth. They saw me through everything; measles, mumps, the broken arm when I was 8 caused by my falling out of a tree I was climbing. I loved them dearly because they always found time for me and when I see the broken homes and the behavioural problems with children that are increasingly faced by today's parents, I realise just how lucky I was to have the parents I did. It was 1960 when I lost my virginity to my dad and he was to become the most loving and important person in my life. Before then, he had shown no sexual interest in me but I had wanted him as long as I could remember. A gentle man, almost 6' tall, full of warmth and kindness, he would play games with me or I would cuddle up to him on the settee while we watched TV. I was 4' 8" and slim, with long black hair and brown eyes that Daddy said he could get lost in but I didn't know what that meant. All I know is that he smiled when he said it and it made me feel good. When I was 11 though, I started my periods and, from then on, weird thoughts would come into my head. Daddy didn't treat me any different, even though I was becoming a woman. We still cuddled on the settee but I found myself wanting to touch him in... intimate places. I was confused about this but I didn't dare say what I wanted to do so it all remained unsaid. The boys at school seemed to sense that there was something different about me and now they wanted to touch me, even if only to hold my hand. I couldn't figure out why the rough-house play we were used to at school had gone into a kind of limbo. Tumbling on the grass in the playground, which had been normal till now, seemed inappropriate and showing my knickers as I tumbled felt somehow wrong but I couldn't say why. In my room at home, I would stand naked in front of the full-length mirror, examining my body for changes. My boobies had started although really it was nothing more than slight swellings of my nipples. I pictured in my mind how they would grow and I would have a baby and put its mouth to my nipple and it would suck milk out. Secretly, I got one of my old dollies and sat in a chair and nursed it, whispering, "Come on, baby, drink my milk." All the time I was doing this, I got the strangest tickly feeling in my pussy. I had to touch it, to run my fingers around it, and when I found what effect rubbing my clit had, I found out then just how it felt to make myself cum for the first time. Over time, I found out that pinching my little nipples while rubbing my clit and pussy-lips gave me the most intense feeling and I wanted to scream when I came but of course I didn't. I didn't want Mum and Dad to know how shamefully I was behaving. My dreams were full of boys and men, all touching me between my legs or sucking on my growing boobies. I woke up often after such dreams and my hand went inside my knickers to make the tickling in my wet pussy go away. I was getting worried that I might be damaging myself somehow with all this clit-diddling but I couldn't seem to stop. By the time I was 12, I had started to see some changes in my body. A light sprinkling of soft black hair around my sex heralded my approaching womanhood and the under-arm hair had also begun to appear. When I looked at myself naked in the mirror, I could swear that my hips had broadened and I now had curves! Best of all though was that my tits had grown and were very firm. They were small but my nipples had become larger too and were more brown than pink. The secret feeding of my dolly continued and I wondered often if I would be able to try it out for real sometime, getting a real baby to suck my nipples. This desire for a baby was something that did not diminish with time and I wondered how old I would be when my belly would begin to swell with pregnancy. I was becoming obsessed with sex. At every opportunity, my hand would be in my knickers, stroking my hot wet pussy and thinking of dicks. I had no experience of course but when an aunt changed her baby boy, I watched his little dick intently, wondering just how big it would get when he grew up. I was overcome with guilt at my behaviour and I promised myself that I would stop this, but in bed that night, I couldn't resist the itching and I diddled myself until I shook. Matters became worse when I went into the bathroom one day and saw Daddy's cock before he managed to cover it up with a towel. I apologised and backed out of the room straight away but that night, I relived that sighting of my first adult cock. It was enormous! It was 5" long and almost as thick as my wrist! It hung down and there was hair all around it, even on the bag underneath where his balls nestled. God, it made me hot! From then on, the boys at school became more interesting and for some reason I don't understand, I wanted to show my body off. I would sometimes let a boy get a glimpse of my knickers by carelessly positioning myself so that he would be able to see my crotch and watch his face as he stared hard between my legs. It made me excited and hot, and I could feel the wetness start in my pussy. My greatest excitement came when a 15-year-old boy saw my knickers. He asked me to go somewhere and I stood straight away and went with him to some bushes behind the groundsman's shed, across the playing field from the school building. He hiked up my skirt and put his hand inside my knickers and suddenly I felt like a woman. When he took out his cock and asked me to play with it, I was ecstatic. It felt so hard, so hot, and he taught me how to move my hand to please him. I was in seventh heaven until he shot his spunk all over my knickers but the experience turned sour when he put his cock away and walked off, mumbling, "Thanks," and leaving me in a state of high excitement. I felt humiliated and swore I would never flash a boy again. At home, I would cuddle Dad on the settee and I would try to get his hand to accidentally touch my tits or my pussy, hoping that he might get excited and do stuff to me. Sometimes I would climb onto his lap and I was sure that his cock was hard when I did that but he never went further with me. I didn't realise it at the time but Mum had been aware of my intentions and had watched silently as I used all my childish wiles to seduce her husband. Imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I found out afterwards that she was the one to send him to my bedroom that first night to fuck his little girl! After I had gone upstairs to bed, Mum asked Dad what he was going to do about me and in the vague way of men, he asked, "What do you mean?" "Come on, Steve, she's been all over you for months now," Mum said, smiling at my dad. "You can't have been so blind as not to notice." "But Kate," he protested, "I've never done anything to..." Then he was lost for words. Mum smiled at him indulgently, wondering how men could be so thick and insensitive and still be the dominant sex. "She is old enough now to need a man, Steve," Mum went on. "What are you going to do about her?" A bit out of his depth now, Dad looked blankly at her, wondering what exactly he SHOULD do about me. Was he supposed to arrange a boyfriend? "She's only 12," said Dad lamely. "She hardly needs sex at 12, does she?" Mum said quietly, "How old was I when you first fucked me, Steve? Can you remember?" and she smiled at him again. Suddenly Dad remembered and flushed a deep red. "Alright, you were 12 but that was different!" he said. "How?" asked Mum, waiting for him to provide an explanation. "Well, you were precocious, Kate. And you seduced me." Dad was floundering now, unable to provide any real argument against what Mum had said. "I wasn't a virgin at 12, was I, Steve? Dad had been fucking me for a year before you came along, hadn't he?" Mum's memory went back to those days when her father regularly slipped into her bed and she had welcomed him with open arms and no knickers. His manly body had worshipped her childhood sex with such gentleness and experience each time that she would wait each night for a repeat of the wonderful sex that he had with her. Her mother had sent him the first time, of course, and the next morning, she had gone to her mother and thanked her profusely for letting him give her so much pleasure. "He'll always be there as long as you need him," her mother had said and she had remained true to her word. "Don't you fancy her, Steve? Don't you think that she's beautiful?" Mum asked. "Does your cock go hard when she's on your lap?" Dad went beet-red then and had to admit it. "But she's my daughter!" he protested. "I shouldn't be feeling that way about her!" "You didn't complain when I told you about my dad fucking me, Steve. It turned you on if I remember rightly." Mum's words struck a note with Dad and he realised that he had lost that argument. "I loved Daddy's cock when I was 11 and I loved yours even more when I was 12. You remember how much you loved that cock of yours inside my 12-year-old pussy? You couldn't leave me alone, could you? And I didn't want you to stop, did I?" The war was lost. There was just the surrender left. "What do you want me to do?" Dad asked, although he knew what the answer would be. "Do what a good father should do. Go to her now, Steve," said Mum. "Give her what she needs. Stay the night with her and I'll see you in the morning. I might just peek in when I go to bed to see how you're getting on." Dad kissed Mum goodnight and started upstairs. After a shower, he came to my room naked, and when he opened the door, I opened my eyes and knew that he had come to make my dream come true. It was dark in the room so I could just see his back-lit silhouette but my pussy suddenly felt tingly again. Daddy was going to have sex with me! 'Oh yes, Daddy! Oh yes!' I thought as he came towards my bed. He pulled aside my sheet and lay down next to me. I waited in anticipation, waited for my daddy to do dirty things to me. 'Oh God, Daddy, do all those dirty things I've always wanted! Feel me up! Make me touch your cock, Daddy! Let me feel it inside me!' My thoughts were making my pussy wet and I could feel the dampness in my knickers. 'Take my knickers off, Daddy! Play with my pussy!' He couldn't hear my thoughts, of course, but I wanted to shout them out, to let him know that I was ready for all the filthy things I had imagined him doing to me for so long. "Is this alright, Becky?" he whispered and I threw my arm around his neck. 'Oh yes, Daddy! It's more than alright!' I thought and my excitement was such that I put my face next to his and hugged him. The light from the passage spilled in and I could see his face, that handsome face that I had pictured would be above me one day as he pushed his cock deep inside me for the first time. He kissed me gently and I returned his kiss, feeling for the first time a big cock against my upper leg. It was hard and hot, and I wanted to touch it, to feel it with my hand. My short nightie had ridden up a little and the skin of his cock felt silky against my leg. I felt awkward, unsure of what to do because this was my first time, but Daddy took the hem of my nightie and started to pull it up. I wriggled so that he could take it off my body but as my little breasts came into view, I felt nervous and embarrassed. Once the nightie had been removed, Dad laid it aside and turned back to stare at me, bathed in the light from the hallway. "Becky!" he whispered. "You're beautiful!" It was said with a tone of utter surprise and I didn't know how to respond. "I never realised how much you'd grown! You're just so... pretty!" He seemed then to have lost his power of speech. I blushed then, casting down my eyes and suddenly I saw his large cock as it nestled hotly against my thigh. I watched it, stared at it, wanted to feel it in my hand. That big thing had been inside Mum and had shot spunk into her and together they had made me. I was looking at the very organ that could make a girl pregnant, could make ME pregnant! My thoughts embarrassed me! 'Make ME pregnant, Daddy!' Stop it, Becky, I told myself, but I was just so excited that this night had come and that my lovely daddy was going to do those dirty things for which I had waited so long. When he knelt up on the bed, my eyes remained fixed on the cock that I now desired so much. He took the waistband of my knickers in his trembling hands and, as I lifted my bottom to help him, he gently pulled them down my legs and off my feet. I was naked now, lying on my back and watching Daddy's cock as it waved in the air as he placed my knickers with my nightie. His eyes went to my pussy and he saw for the first time in years how it had developed. My pussy-lips were small and crinkly but quite pronounced and I felt dampness between them. This is what happened every time that I played with them, every time that I masturbated to thoughts of men and boys. I was not only thinking of Daddy but actually seeing him, naked and in all his glory, and my pussy was itching uncontrollably with the nasty thoughts in my head. "So beautiful!" he breathed as he stared hard between my legs. I tore my eyes away from his thick cock and looked into his face. His eyes were on me, eyes which expressed his desire to touch me, to love me physically, and they went from my pussy to my tits and then to my face in total adoration of the child who was me. He wanted me! He really wanted me! And not as a child! My thoughts screamed out, "Take me, Daddy! Do everything to me!' He lay down next to me and kissed me again and I felt his fingers on my breasts. 'Oh Daddy, yes!' I thought as my eyes closed. His fingers circled my nipples, then rubbed across each one and my body jerked with the sensation he was causing within me. I moaned as his fingertips came together to pinch each one lightly and they stood up erect as blood rushed into each one as it was stimulated. I wanted to touch Daddy's cock but I couldn't reach it because I was too short but my hands went to his head and I stroked his hair to show my love for him. It was then that he moved and his lips surrounded a hard nipple. His tongue came out and I felt his warm breath on my tit-flesh as he ran the tip of it over my nipple but when he began to suck, I felt faint. 'This is it!' I cried out silently. 'This is how a sucking baby feels! Oh God, it's making my cunt itch!' He licked me, my little breasts, my erect nipples, and just then, I wouldn't have cared if the house had fallen down, just as long as he didn't stop doing it. My daddy was giving me the best present ever. When he stopped licking and moved his head to kiss me, I threw my arm around him and kissed him back, opening my lips so that his tongue went inside my mouth. 'Oh God! He's wonderful! Oh Daddy! How good you make me feel!' My little tongue licked around the large tongue in my mouth and Daddy's fingers stroked my breasts, flicking the nipples with his thumb. 'Where's his cock? I want to feel Daddy's cock!' my thoughts cried out silently. I could feel it against my thigh of course, all hot and hard, but I still couldn't reach it. I felt my pussy flooding with hot juices, and all because of what Daddy was doing to me. Daddy must have sensed that my pussy was soaking because his hand left my breasts and moved downwards, stopping when his fingers encountered the top of my slit. I jumped then as if I had just had an electric current passed through me. He touched my clit! He was stroking it! Daddy was touching my tiny love-button and I started to wriggle as if to escape. Suddenly he froze, his tongue no longer moving in my mouth. 'Oh no! He thinks he's hurting me!' My hand flew down to cover his and I pressed on it to show that I wanted him to keep doing it. He continued then and I took my hand away, moving it up my body so that I could pinch my nipples just as Daddy had done. He left my clit then and ran his fingers along my very wet slit, smearing my juices everywhere as his fingers continued to excite me. 'This is sex! This is real sex with Daddy!' I told myself. 'He's feeling me up, just like he does with Mum!' He stroked my pussy-lips and tried to push the tip of a finger into my wet hole. I wanted to cry out but instead all I could manage was a moan as I said silently, 'Do it, Daddy! Fuck me with your finger!' I wanted something up my hole; I wanted cock. I wanted Daddy's cock! But he did something else, something nasty! Daddy moved down the bed and lay on his belly between my open legs and he kissed my wet pussy! My stomach turned over as I looked down to see his tongue begin to lick my pussy-lips! He was licking my cunt-juice with his tongue! 'Oh Daddy, you dirty bastard!' His breath was hot on my sex as he kissed, licked and sucked my slit, my lips and my clit. I was being driven wild by Daddy's filthy mouth and I was trying my best not to pee. In all my almost 13 years, I had never had such feelings, even when I diddled my clit at nights in my bed. I remembered moaning softly as his tongue probed my pussy-hole and when his finger rubbed around my bum-hole as well, I trembled. When he inserted a finger inside my bottom, I went ballistic and stars exploded in my head. The combination of his manual and oral stimulation made me cum like I had never cum before and he had to hold my thighs tightly when I started to buck them as the waves of orgasm washed over me. He waited for my climax to finish and then moved to lie beside me and kissed me gently on the lips, his hard cock trapped between his body and my thigh. My mouth opened slightly and his tongue went inside, and I tasted my cum-juices as I ran my tongue around his, licking and sucking it. His hands were stroking my bottom and I felt one of his fingers go between my bum-cheeks in search of my bottom-hole again. When he found it, he stroked again around the opening, and when I felt his finger burrow inside me, I gasped once more at the feeling. I threw my leg over his thigh, opening myself so that he could touch me more easily and his fingers found my pussy, still wet with the cum-juice he had made me shoot from my young hole. My cunt was soaking wet with it and he stroked his fingers through the mess, gathering some of it and pushing it inside my bum-hole. Again and again he did it and I moaned at the feelings he gave me but when he pushed it all the way inside my bottom, I clutched him tightly and whispered, "Daddy, oh Daddy!" over and over. My arousal was taking me over and all sense was leaving me. I didn't want to beg but I thought that he might not fuck me if he had time to consider the word "incest". I reached down and finally touched his cock, my fingers playing over his hard shaft and the bulbous knob which was leaking slimy stuff from his pee-slit. He moaned as my fingers spread his slime over the head and shaft of his wonderful penis and I knew that I had him, that I could make him force his Daddy-cock far up inside me. His hot slippery shaft pulsed between my fingers as I played with it and I briefly compared it with the boy who I had made cum at school. I dismissed that episode at once, feeling now that my daddy would be the only one for me. Daddy was moaning as I stroked his thick manhood and my pussy was itching again as I was becoming more aroused by what was happening to me. Daddy was becoming excited too, feeling my tits and belly wriggle against his body as he finger-fucked my little bottom. 'Does he do this with Mum?' I wondered. "Becky," he whispered. "I love you! I want your pussy!" I thrilled to his words. 'Daddy wants me! He wants me like I want him!' When I moaned, "Yes, Daddy!" and gripped his cock more firmly, he rose from where he lay beside me and knelt between my open thighs. I looked at the monster cock which would make me a woman and I feared it for a second but when I looked up into Daddy's face, I knew that it would not be traumatic or painful. His look of love told me silently what I needed to know and suddenly my nervousness melted away. I raised both arms towards him, inviting him to enter me and take away the virginity that I had wanted to lose for so long. Suddenly his large knob was between my pussy-lips, pressing gently at the hole which for so long I had dreamed of being filled. I tensed, ready to feel the pain that would come when I was entered for the first time. The mess of my cum-juice and the slimy stuff coating Daddy's cock seemed to work together and my hole began to stretch as he began to push his knob forward. I held my breath as this completely new sensation began to overtake me and when my cunt was stretched impossibly wide, Daddy's big knob finally slipped inside and then he stopped pushing. 'Wow! I mean... Wow! So big! So thick!' These thoughts hit me hard as I felt the tightness of my hole around Daddy's knob and I wondered how it felt for him. 'Am I hurting him? Hurting his knob with my tight pussy? I'm sorry, Daddy, you're just so big!' He was looking down at me, his eyes filled with love, and I was looking up at him, waiting for a sign of his pain but there was none. "Alright, Becky?" he asked in a whisper and when I nodded, he pushed forward again and I received more of his cock inside my hot wet vagina. My eyes flew open at this further invasion when I felt something tight inside me. He was touching my hymen with his fat knob; my cherry was ripe for picking. He waited, all the time looking into my eyes, and I realised that he was waiting for permission to continue deflowering me. I nodded, he pushed, and with a sharp pain that made me wince, I was a virgin no more. My virginity was ripped away and I was now a 12-year-old woman! He stopped again, a look of concern on his face, but I wriggled my pussy around his cock and he pushed forward again, gaining another inch. His thick cock was stretching my vagina, pushing back the walls which had never been stretched before, and I found the sensation extremely exciting. This was mating, breeding, how babies were made. My cervix would welcome Daddy's fertile sperm and send them on their way to find an egg to fertilise. Just then, it was what I wanted most in the world. Daddy pulled back and I panicked then, thinking that he might withdraw, but he pushed forward again and more stiff cock entered me this time. He began to fuck me carefully, going deeper each time inside me. I wanted it, all of it, but the size of Daddy's cock was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable inside my tight vagina. He kept fucking me though, with short strokes and then long ones, and I was surprised to find myself pushing back against him each time he thrust into me. I don't know how long it continued in this way but my lust for Daddy seemed to be increasing. I wanted more cock, more vigorous thrusting. He was resting on his elbows to keep his weight off me, his mouth kissing mine, his body touching my little tits and belly, and his pubic bone was hitting mine with each thrust of his cock. He was hitting my cervix each time, battering it with his large knob and, suddenly, unexpectedly, I thought of Mum and how she must have felt when Daddy did it to her. Daddy did this to Mum and I was conceived! 'Daddy! Get me pregnant!' Where did that come from? My arms were around Daddy as far as I could get them and he was panting in my ear as he pounded my tight little pussy. 'Yes, Daddy! Fuck your little girl!' I cried silently, wanting the feeling to continue. I felt full, completely filled with cock so that there was no single centimetre of space left free inside me. The friction inside my vagina was exquisite, his thick cock rubbing against my newly stretched pussy-walls aided by the natural juices that were flooding my insides as Daddy made love to me. Suddenly Daddy's panting increased and for some inexplicable reason, I cried out, "Cum in me, Daddy! Make me pregnant!" He sped up then and, seconds later, he groaned and thrust one last time, holding his sex hard against mine as his body went rigid. His face was contorted when I looked up but then I felt it. His knob expanded and began to jerk. He was filling me with cum! His hot spunk was hitting my cervix, splashing my insides with his potent sperm. "Yes, Daddy! Yes!" I cried out, holding him so tight that I must have been hurting him. "Fill me up!" "Oh Becky!" he cried in my ear. "I'm breeding you!" I held him really tight as I felt his hot semen flooding my tiny cunt and I cried out his name as he bred me. I felt each spasm as his cock spewed vast amounts of potent sperm deep inside me and I lay still, basking in Daddy's expression of love for me. When the pulsing of his cock finally ended, we lay still. We kissed each other then, not with lust but with gentle affection, and when he finally withdrew his softening cock from my pussy and rolled off me to lay beside me, that's when I saw Mum in her nightie, framed in the doorway. Fear gripped me then and Dad must have felt it. "It's alright, Becky," he said quietly but my eyes remained fixed on Mum. What would she say? I lay there, Daddy's spunk oozing out of my pussy. How could I explain it away? What could I possibly say to excuse what I had done? She came into the room without a word and I looked on with incredulity as she knelt by the bed where Daddy lay and took his limp cock into her mouth, licking and sucking it. At first, I thought, 'Yuk!' but then I saw the expression in her eyes and realised that this was being enjoyed rather than tolerated. She did this for Daddy because she loved it. This was something I would have to do for him too next time. Next time? What was I thinking? I watched Mum as she slurped up Daddy's spunk and my cum-juice from his cock and I began to appreciate that there was much still to learn about love-making. Another surprise came when she reached over Daddy and began to lap up the punk which was now dribbling from my well-fucked hole. 'Oh Mum, that feels so good!' When she had finished licking me, she just said quietly, "Delicious, Becky!" and she stood up, kissed Daddy and me on our lips and then, after saying, "Goodnight," she went off to bed. I couldn't work out what just happened but when Daddy cuddled me in his arms, I started to fall asleep. In the morning, I was woken by Daddy between my legs again, licking and sucking my pussy. This resulted in my desire for more of his cock and I was so happy when he filled me once again with hot spunk. This was becoming addictive; I could see myself wanting this more often. I tried what Mum had done, licking his cock, and found that it wasn't 'Yuk' at all and Daddy certainly enjoyed it. When we showered and went downstairs for breakfast, I wasn't sure what to say, but after we'd eaten and Dad had gone out with the car, she sat me down and explained things. "My daddy did it to me too, Becky. My mum wanted me to be happy and she knew that I needed sex so she told me I could have Daddy anytime I needed him." She smiled then and added, "I needed him a lot, Becky. You'll need your father a lot too. I'm sure he won't mind making love to you when you need it." I had to hug her. How could a mother be so understanding? It was another sacrifice that a mother makes for her child. It was an insight into parenting that I would need when the time came that I myself would have children. Talking of which... "Mum, I'm not on birth control," I said. "Do you want to be?" she asked. I considered carefully and then said, "No, I don't think so." She smiled then and said, "No, I didn't either at your age. I was pregnant with you when I was 13. I met your father when I was 12 and I knew I wanted his baby. We got married as soon as I was old enough. Do you want your dad's baby?" My face went beet-red as I answered softly, "Yes, Mum." "I'll try and get you what you want," she said and smiled mysteriously at me. What did she mean by that? I found out when Daddy came home. We heard the car in the driveway and she immediately bent me over the settee arm, pulled my skirt up and pulled my knickers down my thighs. When she knelt behind me, I felt her tongue making my pussy wet and by the time Daddy came into the room, she move aside so that he could mount me. Wow! What a session that was! The lovely thing she did afterwards was to clean us both up. She licked the spunk from my pussy and the mixed juices from Daddy's cock. I loved Mum so much! When I was 13 years and 2 months old, I told Mum that my period was late and after a trip to the chemist for a pregnancy test, she showed me how to use it. When Daddy came home, Mum sat him down and made the announcement. "You're going to be a father!" she said triumphantly. His face lit up and he went to kiss her. "Not me, sweety. It's Becky!" When he turned to face me, his look was incredulous. "Really, Becky! Are you really pregnant?" When I nodded, he took me in his arms and hugged me. As we kissed, Mum came to join us and there were almost tears from all three of us. I watched my body with interest over the next few months and was pleased to see my bloated breasts and long nipples. My hormones were going wild and I wore Daddy out often as I needed more and more sex. Mum helped too, licking me often to orgasm when Daddy was at work. Her own vibrator saw much service too, making both her and me happy when it was inserted into hungry pussies or bottoms. We had to buy another when it finally stopped working, no doubt because of over-use. Our little girl was born just after my 14th birthday and she became the pride of our household. At last I could breast-feed my own baby and it was all that I had hoped. When Mum explained that breast-feeding makes you horny, she or Dad would lick me to orgasm while I fed little Francesca. Mum explained too that breast-feeding is also contraception so you can fuck to your heart's content without risk of pregnancy. However, breast-feeding doesn't last forever and, before I knew it, I was pregnant again within 18 months. By the time I was 19, I had three of Daddy's children and Mum had one too, a brother for me. How could life get any better? My oldest, Francesca, is 12 now and I notice that she's getting very familiar with Dad. Oh dear, it looks like Dad's going to be busy making a baby in her too. I don't mind. After all, isn't that what a parent should do? Any good mother would give her child what she wants, wouldn't she? END