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 Don't Wake Mommy (Mg, inc, extreme ped, nepi, anal, oral, full penetration)
by PedoMom [2017]

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   This writing is intended for artistic expression only by the author, who
is using this as a form of therapeutic expression to deal with personal
past experiences, and is not intended for any sexual purpose.

   .  None of the acts hereafter written are in any ways advocating sex
with a minor.

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sexual purpose.

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   .  The snoring had started.

   Sarah knew the signs.  She knew that mommy had had wine with dinner, and
another glass while they all watched TV together afterwards.  And she had
taken a third with her up to the bath.

   Mommy would fall asleep quick and be out cold until her alarm in the
morning.

   Sarah always knew what this meant.

   It was only a few minutes later that she heard the telltale signs of
footsteps in the hallway.  Her bedroom door cracked open, spilling light
across the threshold.

   "You awake, Sarah?" her father's voice whispered into the room.

   Sarah had tried in the past to feign sleep.  But somehow, maybe it was
her breathing, she wasn't quite sure -- her father always knew that she was
awake.  Or maybe it didn't matter.  Maybe he would have come in even if she
was really asleep.

   Sarah reached out and turned on the small flower-shaped light on her
bedside table, its glow casting a pink sheen across her bed.  She watched
as her father entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him.  He
was dressed only in his robe, which was belted none too tightly at his
waist, the gap leaving nothing to the imagination.

   Sarah's father had a throbbing erection between his legs and he had come
to his daughter's room to have his needs met.

   Why couldn't her mother stay awake more often and see to her husband's
lust?  Why did it always fall to Sarah?  She'd been servicing her father in
one way or another for as long as she could remember.

   Sarah thought back to the earliest memories she had.  She wasn't sure,
but she thought she could remember having a bottle pulled from her mouth,
only to be replaced by the head of her father's cock, dripping with
pre-cum. Sarah didn't even remember fighting back -- she'd just taken it
like it was normal for a 1 year old little girl to suck at the head of her
father's cock, her tiny little hands gripping the sides as though she was
holding a bottle, before suddenly being flooded with his hot, wet load,
which she'd gulped down.

   Sarah could even remember when her father played his own private version
of "peak-a-boo" with her.  He'd slip off her pull-ups and bend her in half
on the change table, then he'd step forward and line up his cock with her
little slit, placing the length of it against her body between her thighs.
He would grip the outside of her legs, pushing her thighs together, and
then begin a see-sawing motion, sliding his cock in and out of her legs. 
He would encourage her little hands to grab at the head of his cock every
time it peaked through at the front.  He would continue sliding his cock
between her thighs until he was ready to cum, and then he would quickly
push the head of his cock against her tiny bald little slit, so that when
he finally spurt his cum would force its way into her little body, and then
spill out to cover her pre-mature mound.

   Sometimes her father would lick her little pussy and ass.  It didn't
feel bad, in fact it sometimes felt really great, but he never seemed to do
it long enough, he would get carried away and want his own release,
forgetting about Sarah's pleasure.  For a while he had focused on her ass,
working the tip of his tongue into her tight hole, salivating and covering
her with spit, before working the tip of his finger in.  He often caused
her some pain when he would force his finger deeper into her, but Sarah
knew better than to do more than grunt at the pain.  These games were
private games, played when mommy was busy with something else, or mommy was
napping, or late at night when she had already gone to bed.

   Sarah remembered the first time her father had worked two of his fingers
into her tight ass.  It had hurt.  It was Sarah's third birthday.  There
had been a party during the day, with presents and cake.  Sarah had enjoyed
herself, mostly.  She had watched mommy consume glass after glass of wine,
and she knew what that meant.  Mommy went to bed right after dinner.  And
her father didn't even wait for bed time.  As soon as they heard the
snoring, daddy went off to check on mommy, and a short 15 minutes later he
returned, wearing his robe and a hard-on.  He scooped Sarah up and brought
her to her bedroom.  He'd also brought a small vial of some slippery stuff.
Sarah watched while he squirted it first onto his fingers and then he'd
pried her little bum cheeks apart and squirted it directly on her little
hole.  It had been cold, but Sarah hadn't complained.

   When he finally worked one, and then a second finger fully inside her,
Sarah had cried out.  She felt so much pressure and so full inside, it
couldn't be right.  But her father had given her that look, the same one he
always gave her if she complained, and said simply "Shush, you don't want
to wake mommy, do you?"

   Without removing his fingers, he'd pulled her around, so she was on all
fours, across a pillow, her little bum up in the air.  And then he'd done
it.

   With one hand on the back of Sarah's head, pushing her face down into
the pillow, her daddy had pulled his slick fingers out of her slicked and
stretched ass, and replaced them with the head of his cock.  Sarah was
scared, from having her face stuffed into the pillow, but soon forgot all
about that as she felt the pain of his cock stretching her hole.  Her
scream was muffled completely by the pillow.  Her father didn't give up, he
simply pushed and pushed until half his cock was planted deep in her ass.
And then he paused.  He waited a few minutes, slowly releasing the pressure
on her head, as Sarah stopped making so much noise, instead only emitting
soft whimpers.

   She felt as though her whole body was being pulled inside out when her
father began slowly withdrawing his cock from her ass.  He pulled and
pushed, maybe a few millimetres at a time, before gaining momentum as her
ass stretched to accommodate his girth.  Sarah felt like a little rag doll,
as he gripped her hips and began sliding her body up and down his length.
He didn't dare push beyond half his length into her tiny body, but half was
enough, and soon the tightness had him losing control and filling her with
his hot cum.

   When he finally pulled out, he instructed her to lay where she was on
the bed, her little ass still in the air, while he did something he'd done
right from the start.  He reached over and grabbed his digital camera,
snapping shots of her gaping little hole.

   Sarah was used to this, too.  Her father always seemed to want to
document his playtimes with her.  He took pictures of her naked body, and
he took pictures of her covered in his cum.  He loved to take picture of
her mouth wrapped around his cock, telling her to look up at the camera and
smile.  Sarah never understood how she was supposed to be able to smile
with a thick cock stretching her mouth to it's limits, but she did her
best.

   Sarah had never seen any of the pictures her father took, but she hardly
ever thought of them.

   After the first time, fucking Sarah's ass became a regular part of their
play.  If mommy went to bed early, Sarah knew she was in for a sore jaw and
ass the next day.

   But soon it seemed like even that wasn't enough.

   Sarah's father started working his baby finger into her well-lubed puffy
little pussy.  It didn't seem to stretch as easily as her ass had.  It took
much longer before he was able to work a bigger finger into her, and
although she'd been trained otherwise, Sarah protested this advancement.

   "No, Daddy!  It hurts!"

   But her father simply gave her the same look of disapproval that he
always did and repeated the same phrase "Shush!  You don't want to wake
mommy, do you?"

   Sarah fought back her tears as her father continued to work his index
finger in and out of her stretched little pussy.  Her tiny 3 year old slit
looked obscene with this thick adult digit pushing the soft outer lips to
the side.

   Once he'd managed to gain some depth with his index finger, almost past
his middle knuckle, it was only a few short weeks later that her father was
working both of his baby fingers into her and slowly pulling them to the
side, causing Sarah to squirm around in discomfort.

   She was used to being an obedient and passive participant in her
father's play, but this new attention to her little pussy really hurt.  And
then he moved it up a notch, using lots of lubrication and working his
index and middle finger into her tight little hole.

   This was so much worse than when he'd worked open her ass.  Sarah's
pussy felt like it was on fire.  She had tears running down her face and
was whimpering profusely.

   But none of this mattered to her father.  Once he'd been able to work
two fingers into her, he knew it was time.

   Sarah was horrified, watching her father bring his thick hardness up to
her little slit, pull out his two fingers and quickly replace them with the
head of his cock.  He immediately put pressure, trying to force the spongey
head of his erection into a hole much too small for him to penetrate, but
he was determined.

   And it happened.  Sarah cried out in pain, this time without the
muffling effect of a pillow.  She thought she saw stars, it hurt so badly.
His thick adult cock worked it's way into her tight, tiny little bald
pussy, forcing in until just beyond the head.  Her father reached up and
covered her mouth with one hand and told her once more, "Shush, you don't
want to wake your mommy, do you?"

   He paused and reached for his camera, taking shot after shot of his cock
head embedded in a 3 and a half year old pussy.  He didn't even attempt to
fuck the tiny hole.  He simply left it inside her and grabbed her hands to
put them around his shaft, covering them with his own hand and stroked
himself to orgasm.  It didn't take more than a dozen strokes for him to
reach climax and fill her pussy with his seed.

   All of these thoughts flashed through Sarah's mind in the time it took
her father to cross the bedroom to her bed.

   Sarah was 6 years old now.  Her father wasn't nearly as patient with her
body.  She wasn't as tiny as she was at 3.

   When her father fucked her body these days, he didn't do it gently.  He
didn't do it half-way.  Every night that her mommy went to bed early, Sarah
was treated to a full course of her father's sexual release.  He fucked her
mouth as deep into her throat as he could, having taught her well over the
past several years.  She knew how to swallow as the head of his cock hit
the back of her throat and allow him to push down until his entire length
was inside her body.  And he repeated this action with her ass, and even
now, her pussy, too.  Sarah's father fucked her well, in all three holes,
but she knew his favourite was her pussy -- since that was always the hole
he took the most pictures of.  He would push his cock all the way into her
pussy until her pubis met his groin, and then he would take picture after
picture as he slowly pulled out, until the head of his cock was just
resting inside her 6 year old body, and then he would set the camera aside
and fuck her hard and fast.

   One of his favourite things to take pictures of now was after he'd cum
in her little pussy, he'd pull out and instruct her to hold her little
pussy lips pulled open to the side, so he could see his cum pooled inside
her.

   When he was done, he would tell her to leave the pillow under her ass,
so his cum could soak in.  He told her it was good practice for later.  She
wasn't really sure what that meant, but always the obedient daughter, she
did as told.

   Tonight was no different from all the others.  Sarah was ready and
available for her father's desires and he had his way with her.

   But tonight, after her father left her in bed, with a pillow propped up
under her hips, Sarah knew she would have to be a little bit disobedient.
She hadn't gone to the bathroom before bed, and all the pounding in her ass
and in her pussy had left her on the edge of wetting herself.

   Sarah waited a few more minutes after her father left, before she
climbed out of bed and quietly stole down the hallway to the bathroom.  She
didn't turn on the light, simply perched on the edge of the toilet,
relieved herself as quietly as she could, and, after wiping, she even
refrained from flushing, afraid to be caught.

   On her way back down the hallway Sarah heard a sound she didn't expect.
It was her mother's voice.

   Wasn't mommy asleep?  Hadn't she had many glasses of wine tonight?  Her
father only came to visit her on nights when mommy was out cold.  In fact,
Sarah could still hear the sound of her mother's snores.  How, then, was it
possible that she could hear her mother's voice?

   Sarah crept up to the edge of her parents bedroom door and, kneeling
down on the floor, looked through the keyhole.

   Shock is what met the little girl when she glanced inside her parent's
bedroom, for what she saw made no sense at all.

   There, on the bed, was her father laying on his back, and between his
legs was her mother, her mouth hovering over his renewed erection.  Her
father held the digital camera up at an angle that her mother could see.

   And then these words drifted across the bedroom to Sarah's ears "Oh
fuck! I love the way her little pussy tastes on your cock.  I love seeing
you so deep inside our daughter's little body.  I'm so glad I made you play
with her, all these years.  I'm so glad I turned you into the perverted
naughty daddy that you are.  I can't wait until she's old enough!  I hope
by fucking our baby regularly, she'll catch before she even has her first
period.  Oh ghawd!  Can you imagine our baby with a swollen belly?!  I love
you so much!"

   Sarah pulled away from the door and scampered back to her own bed.  What
did this all mean?  The whole time her mommy was talking, the sounds of her
mother's snores were emanating from the room, too.  Was there a recording
playing of her mother's snores?  What did that mean?  And what could they
possibly mean by "catch before her first period"?  These words were so
foreign to 6 year old Sarah.

   Back in bed, Sarah pulled her blankets tight around her shoulders and
hugged her teddy-bear close.  She was filled with such mixed-up emotions.
She didn't even know what she didn't know, but soon she drifted off to
sleep with images of her mommy looking at pictures of Sarah on the digital
camera screen floating across her mind.  Would she tell her mommy what
she'd seen?  What would tomorrow bring.......