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Daddy's Lap (MF, adult-youth)
Memories Of A Loving Daughter
From http://daddysgirls.com
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Shauna had never known her father. Her mother hadn't married him, and
Shauna had never even seen a picture of him. There had never been any
men around.
There had been a couple of her mom's boyfriends, but they had never been
around their apartment much. At age 10, Shauna craved male attention, which
she had never had.
But that had all changed recently. One week night just two weeks ago, a man
had brought her mom home from the university campus where she was taking
courses. He was older than the other men her mother had dated, but he was
really nice. Shauna figured her mom must really like him, because she
usually didn't introduce her daughter to her dates or even have them into
their downstairs apartment.
He had hugged Shauna when he met her, and the little girl had thrilled to
his words.
"What a pretty girl you are. If I ever had a little girl, I'd want one as
cute as you," Don Janis had told her as he looked into her eyes and bent to
shake her hand.
Like me? Pretty? He wants me for his own little girl? Shauna literally
broke out in goose pimples when she thought about it. He was so handsome--a
touch a gray hair, blue eyes, and just the same height as her mom. She
thought he looked like Paul Newman whom she had just seen in a television
movie.
"Can you entertain Don while I'm cleaning up, Shauna?" her mom had asked.
"He's taking us out for pizza tonight."
The lithe 12-year-old was now doubly thrilled. She loved going to the pizza
place like the other kids did with their parents. This time, they'd see her
with her handsome "Dad."
She jumped onto his lap when her mother walked down the hall to the
bathroom. He sat on the living room couch, and she draped her long, thin
legs over his. Her dress hiked way up. Shauna noticed, but she didn't try
to cover anything up.
"Don't you have any kids?" she asked the her mom's new boyfriend.
"No, I don't, but if I did, I'd want a little girl just as pretty as you,"
he replied.
Shauna never thought of herself as pretty. The kids at school made fun of
her, calling her "bean pole" because she was so tall and thin. She had
inherited her mother's model's body, but she wasn't aware yet that she was
blossoming into it. She already stood 5 feet, 5 inches tall. Her legs made
up well over half of that height, and her breasts were little more than
swellings beneath her nipples. Her nipples were becoming cones, high on her
chest and protruding through the thin cotton frock she wore.
Her mom's new boyfriend's praise awakened a new feeling in the little girl.
She didn't know what it was at first. And, there was something else. When
she sat on his lap that first time, she felt him move under her butt. It
made her feel funny between her legs. It make her swollen nipples feel
itchy against the cotton dress. It made her think about boys and penises.
Some of the girls at school talked about boys' cocks, and how it was
supposed to feel good when they put it into a girl's pussy. It made the
little girl wonder about how it would feel. She was dying to actually see a
cock, as her friend Marsha called a boy's penis, but none of the boys were
even friendly to her. She towered over all of them, and they seemed to hate
her for that.
Shauna was sure she had felt her mom's new boyfriend's cock through her
panties and dress, rubbing against her bottom. He had moved her on his lap
so that the crack of her ass lay right on top of it. Then, he had moved
around, pressing against her tiny little ass, slowly back and forth. It had
only lasted a few minutes, while her mom was busy in the bathroom. Shauna
had liked it though, and when she pressed back a little, Don had stroked
her hair, looked her in the eyes, smiling at her so nice.
"Good girl," he said, smiling at her so lovingly that she wanted to throw
her arms around him.
She loved the way it felt. She felt all warm inside. She wished he would
have done more, but when he heard her mom coming out of the bathroom, Don
moved her off his lap, smiled, and winked conspiratorially at her.
Intuitively, Shauna knew they had just done something together that had to
be a secret. No problem. Shauna didn't want her mom to know either. It
would spoil everything. Maybe he'll like mom, and she'll marry him, and he
will be my daddy, she thought. I'll be like the others girls, like that
snotty Melanie and the other kids with both mothers and fathers.
Later that night, Shauna kept wishing her mom would marry him, and that Don
would be her daddy. He really liked her, she could tell, and Shauna sure
liked him. Shauna was thrilled and excited, and was sad when Don didn't
stay longer that night after they returned from the pizza place. Later, in
bed, her hand found its way to her still-hairless pubic mound. She
tentatively touched herself on her pussy, just like Marsha had told her to
do. It felt good. She thought of Don touching her there, about his cock and
about how it had felt when she sat on his lap. The next morning, Shauna
quizzed her mom.
"Is Don going to come back again?" Shauna asked her mom over her bowl of
Cheerios.
"Well, maybe. Would you like him to?" asked her mother.
"Sure. Don't you mom? Do you like him?" asked the little girl.
"Ummm, well....yes, I do," Cindy told her daughter, smiling and holding out
her arms for a hug at the same time.
Shauna ran to her mom and they hugged tightly, laughing together. And Don
did come back. On the following Monday afternoon following his first visit,
Shauna came home to find his pickup truck parked in their drive.
Elated, she had burst through the front door but found neither her mom or
Don there. Just as she was about to yell out, she heard noises coming from
down the hall.
"Oh Daddy, please, Daddy, please!"
It was her mother's voice, but what she heard confused her. Shauna knew her
mother's father had died many years ago. She had never seen him. Who in the
world could her mom be calling "Daddy?"