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(Mdom/Ff, mF, Mf, inc, ped, 1st, control) *** Author Note: This story is fiction, but is based on some real events in my life. *** My name is Mark, and this is my life. My first wife died when my son was two years old. I being a shy individual, had a hard time meeting women. Most of those I did meet, were turned off, when I mentioned that I had a small son. It seems that they did not want to bring up someone another person's child. It took me five years to find a young lady who would take on that responsibility. By now my son was seven. This lady, Billie, was eight years younger than I. We both liked to bowl, and joined a mixed league. After bowling, we would go to the lounge and listen to the music, and have a few drinks. Once in a while there would be a slow song, and we would dance to it. She seemed to get along well with my son (Kenny). We got to be good friends with Dan and Carol, from our bowling league. They had a young family also, and we would go see them at their home now and then. Their son James was about the same age as Kenny. Dan was a tall slender good looking guy, and Carol was short, nice looking, but a little on the heavy side, but not a lot. She was still a nice package. We dated for about 6 months, before I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we were married two months later. I had no relatives in the area, and she just had her mom, dad and sister. All of whom I got along with very well. Her sister was a mink, in her way of thinking. For those of you who do not know, in my day a girl who would fuck just about anyone, was a mink if she was good looking, and whore if she were just average or less in the looks department. I decided that Billie would go on birth control, as I wanted a couple of years without a baby complicating things. This would give us a little more time to get to know each other better. I also insisted that we would be nude after 6PM, or after guests had left, which ever was later. I also told her that she was not to wear anything to bed. I did not want even a piece of cloth to come between us. She asked about Kenny seeing her like that. I said, "Yes, and he will know the difference between men and women. You will not have to wonder if he is trying to peek at you when you are dressing, or in the shower, because he will already know what you tits, ass and pussy look like." * A few months after the marriage, Kelly (my sister in law) started coming on to me. I mentioned it to Billie, and she said, go ahead, then tell me if she is as good as she thinks she is. That shocked me, but I decided that if the opportunity ever arose, when I had the time and place to do it, I would fuck Kelly, I had my wife's approval after all. About three months later, Kelly came to the house when Billie and Kenny were gone. I got my chance to fuck her, and I took it. I even talked her into letting me take some pictures of her nude and with my cock inside of her pussy, one of her giving me a blow job, and one of me fucking her ass. Later that night, I told Billie about it and showed her the pictures. She grabbed the pictures and said, "I am glad you took pictures, now I can get even with her." "For what?" I asked. "As teen's, she kept steeling my boyfriends. Now she is going to do what I tell her, or mom and dad will see these." I said, "What about me?" "You cannot be identified by these, so there is no problem." I never told her that her sister was better in bed than she was. I noticed that there was a little animosity between Billie and Kenny. Nothing serious, but I started watching them closer. Billie, it seemed, thought that an 8 year old (he had just turned 8 shortly after the wedding) should think and behave as an adult, and this was causing the friction. I talked to Billie, and tried to get her to understand, that an 8 year old would never think like an adult, because he did not have the experiences, that adults have, so he could hardly think like one. She tried to back off, but it was hard for her. She had never been around young children, even when she was young, except for her sister. One day Billie asked me what she should tell Kenny when he asked questions, which related to sex. I told her to tell him the truth, in a manner that he could understand. She said, "Why don't you tell him?" "First he asked you, and second in my opinion, mothers should teach their sons, as they can teach how to pleasure a woman in bed. A man should teach daughters, for the reason he can teach them how to pleasure a man, better than a woman can." She just said all right. A couple of weeks later Kenny said something about sex, and I asked him where he learned it, and he said in sex- ed at school. I said to myself, they sure did not have sex-ed when I was in school, any mention of sex would cause you to be disciplined, and reported to your parents. * Two months after Kenny turned 10, our daughter (Eileen) was born. After seeing the way that Billie acted with Kenny, I decided that we would have no more children. I then had a vasectomy. I remember when it was over, in the Doctor's office, he told me go out and have fun, then he turned to Billie and said, "You choose your friends carefully." We all three laughed. As we left his office, I heard him mutter something that sounded like; he thinks I am kidding. I just dismissed it, as something I had heard, but was not what he had said. Billie was not like most women, in that she did not enjoy window shopping, she always said that she hated it. However, when Eileen was about three, she started going out on Wednesday evenings with friends to window shop. While I thought it was strange, I felt that it would do her good, to get out with her friends now and then. This continued for several weeks, with her getting home later and later. Then one morning we got up and she was ill. She said that it must have been something that she ate, but the next morning it was the same. I never said anything to her, but it looked like morning sickness to me. I insisted that she see the doctor, so she set up an appointment. Usually she would set them up after I got home from work so that I could go with her, but this time she set it up for an early morning appoint. I asked why and she said it was the only time they had open, and that her mom would take care of Eileen, while she was gone. When I got home, she told me that she had a female problem, and that her uterus would need to scraped. It would be out patient, and would be done next week. I said nothing, but arranged to take her to the hospital for it to be done. About 4 months later, we had a repeat of the morning sickness, and again she said the doctor said that they must have missed something, and she would have to have the scraping of the uterus done again. Again I did not say anything, but I knew that this was the second abortion in 4 months, and that her Wednesday nights out were not with the girls. A week later, she told me that the doctor advised her to have her tubes tied. She said that he told her that it would stop this problem she was having with her uterus. In my mind, I said, yes it will stop you from getting pregnant again. At this point, I did not know who, or how many guys she was fucking. Three weeks later, she had her tubes tied, and she stopped going out on Wednesday evenings. However, when I would go out of town on company business, I heard about the different cars that pulled up into my driveway, and left early in the mornings. It appeared that she was seeing more than one guy. Either that, or she was setting it up so that it looked like several guys. * One evening, when she was out in the garden, I was talking to Kenny, he was 15 at the time. He said something about Billie, which he could only have know if he had been fucking her. I questioned him, and he said that he had started fucking her when he was 11. This did not bother me, as I had given her permission to teach him about sex, but then he mentioned that a friend of mine came over a lot when I was out of town. I asked her to tell me what happens then, and he said that he and Eileen (she was about 6 at the time) were sent to bed early whenever the friend came over. I told him not to let her know that we had this discussion, and if he wanted he could keep fucking her as much as he wanted. "Good," he said, "but how good is she?" I replied, "She is very good, but not as good as your mom was, but dono't ever tell her I said that." I was looking at a medical bill one evening, when I noticed a charge for an STD test, for Billie. I asked her about it, and she said that she had it done about every 3 months before, because she was afraid she might pick up something from the toilet seats, when she is out. I said nothing, but it is fairly common knowledge that it is more likely to be hit by lightning than get an STD from a toilet seat. It just confirmed that she was still fucking around. When Kenny graduated from high school, he and a friend took an apartment together. It was near our place so I saw him a couple of times a week. On day shortly after he moved out, he asked me about Billie. I asked about her. He asked me, did I mind if he kept fucking her? I told him as long as she said it is all right, then he could go ahead. Then he asked about his roommate, and I said that is between him and her. But if she said yes, to make sure he had no STDs. Eileen, was now about 8 years old. She came to me one evening and said, "Can I ask you a question?" I replied, "Sure honey, what do you want to know?" She stood there and dragged her toe around, looking at the floor and then mumbled, "It's kind of personal, maybe I should ask mom." "Whatever it is, I can help you, if you ask your mom, she's just going to tell you what she always tells you: go ask your dad, he's the smart one in the family." "I guess," she said. "Now, tell me what is bothering you." "Well, some girls in school today were talking about boys... and they said that a boy's dick, had to go inside of a girls pussy to make a baby. Are they right?" she asked. I said yes that it was right, but that it didn’t always make a baby, and that she was still too young for that to happen. "Also, boys your age don't produce the sperm that is needed in your pussy to make a baby." I couldn't help it, my dick was getting hard, talking about this, and she noticed. "How does something that big (she pointed at my cock) get inside of a girl?" I said, "Boys you age have a much smaller onse, but you're not to let them put their inside of you." "Why not?" she asked. "I would like to have a baby." "When you are older, you will have one, but right now your body is not ready, and it will take a few more years before it is. "Any more questions about this? I asked. "Not now, I don't but I might some other time," she said. I told her that anytime she had a question about anything, I would be glad to explain to her, what she needed to know. All right Daddy, she said and started doing her homework. From then on, every few days, she would come and ask questions, mostly about sex. I tried to answer her truthfully in words that she could understand. One day she asked if I had put my cock into her mom and had her brother. I said no, Kenny's mother died when he was a baby, and I married your mom a few years later. Then she asked, "Did you stick it in mom and make me? "Yes," I said. "I would like to know how it got into her, it looks bigger than her pussy," she asked. "Trust me," I said, it will go in her." "All right daddy," she said. She was almost 13 when she had her first period. One night she came and woke me up and whispered, dad I have a problem, please come to my room. I went to her room, and she said look, I am bleed a little from my pussy. I asked her if she remembered me telling her about periods. "Yes," she said. I replied, "You're having your first one. I will get dressed and go to the store to get you something for it. I'll be back in a little while." At the store, I asked a female clerk, what would be best for a 13 year old who was having her first period. She found the right sized pads and I bought a box, and thanked her for her help. When I got home her mom was up and with her. "I was afraid that you might get the wrong size," she said, "but these are just fine." * The next time she had a doctor's appointment, I went with her. After her exam, and she was finished, I told her to wait for me in the waiting room, as I wanted to talk to the doctor for a minute. Once she was gone, I said, "Doctor, the way young kids are today, I think it would be advantageous for her to go on birth control. Do you see any problem with that?" "No," she said, "it's probably a very good precaution. I will write a prescription for them now." When we got home, Billie wasn't there, so I sat Eileen down and said and told her that I had a prescription for her to take. That it was birth control pills. "But daddy, how can I have your baby, then?" I said, "Honey, I don't want you to have a baby until after you graduate from high school, that is another 4 years. This is just a precaution, in case something happens that should not happen." "But daddy, what could happen?" "Well, let's take a for instance. Let's say one of the boys in your class decides that he wants to fuck you." "I won't let him," she said. "Yes, I know," I said, "but what if he forces you to? Or another, is if someone raped you? By taking these pills as the doctor prescribed, it would stop you from getting pregnant, in those instances." "All right daddy, I will take them, just because you want me to." I then said, "I can teach you something you can do that the boys will like, and it won't make you pregnant." "What is it?" she asked excitedly. "Have you ever heard the expression “a blow job”? I asked. "Yes," she said, "but I don't know what it means." I said, "Let's go to your room and I'll teach you all about it." "Great!" she said, and followed me. In her room, I showed her how to lick my cock, and then how to put it in her mouth, and use her tongue on it. Just before I started to cum, I took it out of her mouth and said, "I'm going to cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow most of it, but keep some in your mouth so that you can taste it. I am also going to push it back into your throat. It might get a little uncomfortable, but don't worry, you know that I won't hurt you." I then had her take my cock again in her mouth. I slowly pushed it back into her throat, and it surprised me that she took the whole thing. I told her to start licking again, and in a couple of minutes, I told her I was going to put the slit back into her mouth. "Like I said before, swallow most of it, but leave some in your mouth so you can taste it." Then I came, blowing my load in my daughter's mouth, a lot more than usual, probably because it was my little girl, and I was giving her, her first blow job, and a full load, of a man's cum. When I had finished cumming, I slowly pulled out of her mouth and asked her what she thought. She told me that the cum tasted sort of like salty fish. I replied, that I had not heard it described that way before, but, that I took it that she liked the taste. "Oh! Yes daddy," she said. I told her that when we get the chance we would do it again, so that she would learn how to do it well. "By the way sweetheart, for a first time, you did very well." She said, "Can I tell mom and my brother about it?" I replied, "I would not say anything to your mom, but if you tell your brother, be sure to tell him not to tell her also. "By the way has he been coming over with his roommate?" "Yes," she replied, "and they go into your bedroom with mom. After a while they all come out and they look like they've been exercising hard. "Well," I said, "don't worry about that. I'll explain that to you one of these days." Eileen then said, "You mean they are fucking mom?" "How did you know that?" I asked. "The other day after they left, I told mom she looked like she had been exercising. She asked me what I meant. And I told her that she was hot and sweaty, and so were the boys. Then she said, 'yes, they wore me out.' Does she get that way when you fuck her? Eileen asked. I said that I would tell her about that another time. A few minutes later, we were setting in the living room, watching TV, when Billie came in. It appeared to me that she must have just came from the boys apartment, as she was flush and there were beads of sweat on her arms. It was not that hot out. Eileen started to say something, but I shook my head no, and she did not say anything. I told her that the doctor had suggested that we put Eileen on birth control, and she now had a prescription. "Good," she said, "we do not want our little minx to get pregnant," giving me a meaningful look. * I had a 5 day convention, a week or so later. It was in a nearby city. To close to warrant checking in at the hotel, so I drove every day. I would leave every morning about 7AM to get there before the 8AM start. I would get home, about midnight. The third day, things wound down a little early, and I got home at 10:30PM. When I drove into the drive way, there was a friend of mine's car sitting there. I figured that he has just stopped on his way home from somewhere, then I noticed there were no lights on in the house. I went in, and turned the living room lights on, and the TV. The bedroom door was shut, so I knew that he was fucking Billie. A minute or two later, he came out of the bedroom carrying his clothing, and went straight out the door. Billie came out a few seconds later. She begged with me not to be mad at either of them. She said, "You know how charming he can be." I told her that she would make a video recording, saying that she had been unfaithful to me for many years, and that she is solely at fault if we get a divorce. She agreed that I was to get custody of Eileen, and that she Billie would get nothing, no alimony, just her clothing. I told her to sign the label on the tape, and date it. Then I told her that from now on, if I even heard a rumor that she was fucking around, I would take the tape to my attorney, and file for divorce. She would be allowed to continue being my wife, but that she would now sleep in Kenny's old room. If I brought ladies into the house, she was to stay in her room. She would not be allowed to go out of the house without either Eileen, or myself being with her. Breaking any rule that I set would autocratically be grounds for divorce. If I found that she was having men in while I was gone, and Eileen was in school, she would be out immediately, with just what she was wearing when I found out. That meant that she would be on the street nude. I also told her that I would have Eileen type up all the rules and print 4 copies. All four copies were to be signed by both herself, and by me. She would get one copy, one would go to my attorney, one would go to Kenny, and the other one would go in my safe, which she did not have the combination for. She would be a virtual prisoner, in our home. Eileen and I would occasional take her to a movie, just to let her get out a little. However, she lost the love of both Kenny and Eileen. I retired, just about the time that Eileen graduated from high school. I decided to move to a different area of the country. I asked Kenny if he want to go, and he said no my life is here. Eileen said, "I want to go with you dad." I then told Billie that Eileen and I were leaving. She begged us to take her with us. I told her that if we did, she would not be acknowledged as my wife, but as my crazy sister. That Eileen would be my wife from that point on. Billie agreed to go under those circumstances. I also told her that no matter where we ended up, she would be confined to the house, since she would be a crazy sister to me. All doors and windows to any house we got would be fixed so that she could not open them. Doors would have dead bolts that need a key from either side to open, and the windows would be fixed so that they would only open about 2 inches. She agreed, and she acknowledged that Eileen would be my wife. Against my better judgment, we took her with us. We ended up in a small town, and every one accepted us at face value. Eileen was 4 months pregnant with our first child. After we got settled in a house, I called on the local police chief. I told him that my sister was certified as crazy, and we had to take care of her. If she were to get out of the house, no telling what she might do. I gave them Kenny's phone number in case of emergency, saying that he was the child of my first wife. Five months later, when I brought our daughter home from the hospital, we found that someone had broken into the house, and Billie had been raped and then strangled. The rapist and murderer were never found. As soon as we could, we moved to another town a couple of days drive from where Billie had died. I called Kenny and asked if he wanted to come down with us, and he said that maybe in a few months, as he was getting married and asked us to come back for the wedding. I told him that we would never, ever be back there. If he wanted to see us, he would have to come where we were. That was 20 years ago. Eileen and I have 4 children and 3 grandchildren on the way. Kenny has 4 children and 2 grandchildren on the way. He and his wife live to minutes away from us. My advice to you young kids, is make sure you know a lot more about the person that you are going to marry, that just how good they are in bed. Make sure you know more about their, and your mental state before you go off the deep end. *** Comments on my stories are always welcome. storytellerxxx5@gmail.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82