Stephen Jones: Sex With Daddy

Daddy was lying on his back in the bed without a shred of clothes on and Mrs. Bradley, also naked, was kneeling over him. Her sex parts were almost up against Daddy's mouth and her own mouth was sliding up and down the length of his erect penis!

I stood there watching the horrible scene for what seemed like hours – even though it couldn't have been more than a few seconds! Daddy was moaning and Mrs. Bradley was making little noises in her throat as she let her whole head slide up and down the length of Daddy's prick.

How can I describe my feelings? I was horrified and repelled – but I was attracted and fascinated, too. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. Finally, as if driven by an uncontrollable flood of conflicting emotions, I gasped and, grabbing the door, slammed it behind me as I rushed to my own bedroom and flung myself sobbing on my own bed.

I was aware of nothing except the horror that Daddy was doing something terrible with Mrs. Bradley. I felt terribly alone and left out. It was as if in some way the whole thing was a personal affront to me.

How long I remained sobbing on the bed, I don't know, but suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and knew that Daddy had come in.

"Go away!" I wailed. "I never want to see you again!"

He didn't leave. Instead, he sat down on the bed beside me still with one hand resting lightly on my shoulders and in a very calm voice asked me why I was so upset.

I was infuriated even more by his patronizing attitude.

"Why?" I screamed. "Why shouldn't I be? I come in and find you like that with her and then you quietly ask me why. I saw it, don't you understand? I saw what you and she were doing – what she was doing to you!"

He didn't say anything for a long while after that, and then I felt his hand leave my shoulder and felt his weight lift from the bed. I lay there for a moment, relieved that he had gone, and then a sudden panic filled me. I thought he had left the room and I didn't want him to go. I hated him at that moment, but I needed him too and I thought he had deserted me.

Suddenly, as I rolled over on the bed and sat up in a panic, wiping my wet eyes, I saw him sitting in a chair opposite me, wearing a bathrobe. His legs were crossed and he seemed quite relaxed although somewhat concerned. But his expression showed a little bit of humor, too.

My relief at seeing him there dissipated my anger, but the hurt remained because in my own adolescent mind, I believed that he had cheated on me – on purpose.

"I suppose she's still in there," I said, spitting out the words.

"No," he replied calmly. "She's gone."

Then I seemed to break down again. My tears were almost gone but I was still in a state of emotional shock. "Oh, Daddy," I sobbed, "how could you do such a nasty, dirty thing?"

"Nasty?" he said. "Kitten, there was nothing nasty about what you saw. You weren't supposed to see it, I know that, but we thought you were at the movies with Jan."

"But she had your… your… Well, it was in her mouth! I saw it. You can't lie to me. I know!"

Then he became angry, although not in the same way as I had been. His voice took on an edge to it that I had never heard before, but he still spoke slowly and quietly.

"Kitten," he said, "I'm a grown man and you're a little girl. I don't have to account to you for the things I do. You've seen something that perhaps you shouldn't. But you haven't seen anything dirty or nasty or wrong! Mrs. Bradley and I like each other, and when adults like each other, they can show it in many different ways."

Suddenly something I couldn't control came over me. Not realizing the implication of my words or what they would ultimately mean… I blurted out-

"But you let her do it. You wouldn't let me… you wouldn't even let me see you. You're supposed to like me best. Then while I'm gone, you let her do that!"

I had now gone too far – but too far to stop. I was acting like a jealous woman rather than a daughter and I had let my father know of my feelings. My own mouth dropped open in shock at my own words at the instant his did. He stared at me with an expression of disbelief.

"You don't know what you're saying," he said.

But I just couldn't seem to stop. "Yes, I do," I insisted, "I want you to show me, not some old bag like Mrs. Bradley!"

Daddy seemed at a complete loss for words. He got up and left the room, leaving me to sit there with my own thoughts. How long I remained there, I don't know, but finally Jan came in and asked why I wasn't ready. I couldn't tell her the truth even though she was my best friend.

She urged me to change into my swimsuit and I started to undress like a robot.

When she asked me what was wrong, I told her, "Nothing," and then she said that her mother was acting really peculiar, and had told her not to come over.

"I'm scared," she said. "Mom said we are going to move right away."

That stopped me. "She did?"

"Yes. I don't know why. She just said she had to get out, that she couldn't stand it any more. I just don't understand."

I loved Jan more than any friend I had ever had, but I was elated at this news because I hated her mother so much. A new purpose seemed to fill me and I quickly changed into my bathing suit and followed her to the pool.

I would hate to see Jan go, but I think I would have tried to kill Mrs. Bradley if I ever saw her again.

The change that took place in the relationship between Daddy and me began then. It was a slow and gradual thing that no one could have foreseen! Before, we had been a widower and his adolescent daughter living a normal and respectable life. Now, because of my wild fantasies and childish dreams of romance, everything was to change.

Of course, I couldn't know exactly how Mrs. Bradley felt, but from some of the things that Jan told me over the next month, I formed some sort of an idea. I think she had entertained ideas of marrying Daddy but that she fundamentally didn't want the responsibility of a step-daughter. I also believe she considered my "interruption" a deliberate and premeditated act. She probably began to think that she would never have any privacy with Daddy or that I would hate her forever, after seeing what I had done.

What she said to Daddy before she moved, I don't know, but apparently they agreed not to see one another again.

I honestly don't think that Daddy minded, since I don't believe he had any really deep love for Mrs. Bradley. I'm sure he didn't entertain ideas of getting married again because he was very anxious to finish his work on his master's degree and then go on for his doctorate – and he had a strong sense of responsibility toward me.

As to my relationship with Daddy, before Mrs. Bradley and Jan left I had been the aggressor – acting out the role of the scheming seductress by going out of my way to display my naked blossoming body to Daddy. However, after my "competition" had moved away, a change in our relationship slowly began to take place. This change was so subtle that it was difficult to pin-point the exact moment when I stopped being the aggressor and Daddy took over without either of us ever being aware of what was happening.

After Jan and her mother had departed, Daddy began to spend more time with his books and papers than he ever had before. Sometimes he would even seem slightly despondent and quite irritable; although when he was snappish, he would always apologize and say some-thing about what had been bothering him that day.

Daddy didn't seek out any new female friends, and so we became much closer than we had ever been before. We would study together – and through this closeness I gained a great deal, attaining a level of mental maturity and open-mindedness far beyond my years. I was at all times aware of Daddy's lack of feminine companionship beyond mine. It thrilled me to know that we were living together, working together, studying together – growing closer by the day.