1. Our Friend, Lover, and Dad


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My name is Traci, and this story starts when I turned thirteen years old. My mom was from Ohio, and my dad is from Ontario. Dad was forty-two years older than mom and he worked as an independent trucker for a timber company. Mom was from a broken home. Her father was a raging, abusive alcoholic, and her mom worked two jobs at diners to pay bills. She grew up not knowing love, compassion, and what a hug and kiss meant to a c***d. When she was just s*******n she was homeless, finally finding a job in Mackinaw City, Michigan, as a waitress. This is where my mom and dad met. Dad was not only mom's husband and lover, but her father as well. He restored peace, calm, and stability to her life, and taught her support, loyalty, devotion, and sex. He was her rock, and she was his one and only love. And love him is what she loved to do. Despite living on a very small income, and coming from less than normal f****y backgrounds, both our parents were very smart people. Mom had been an all 4.0 student all her life, and dad an aerospace engineer in Vancouver until he got tired of being cooped up in a research center doing the same thing every day. Along with my parents there is Kelli, my eleven year old s****r. We are also smart k**s, and mature well past our age. You have to be to live up here. We lived near a small town called Elliot Lake, between Sudbury and Ste St Marie, Ontario. Our home was a cabin in the woods, about the size of a two car garage. It was small, but we slept together ...
    in one bed and had all the necessities of life. We never asked for much, and mom said that God would provide what we needed. Dad and mom were pretty lenient on what we wore around the cabin. Since nobody lives around here it was not unusual for us to wear jogging shorts or panties with a t-shirt and no bra, (or nothing at all), inside the house. Most of our clothes came from a second hand store in Ste St. Marie, Michigan. Sometimes we got boys clothes as that was all they had. Jeans are jeans, and t-shirts are t-shirts, mom would say, while patching them up. Kelli and I have our parents build; small boobs, very long blondish hair, and steely blue eyes. Kelli's hair is natural wavy like dad's. We are both tall, thin, with long legs. Dad said our long legs would make us good hockey players. But we had no desire to play hockey, although watching hockey games on TV while sitting with daddy was like an ice cream treat on a hot night! Why? At a very young age we learned how to have sex. We learned how to give and receive oral sex, masturbate, how to kiss, and all that. We were never penetrated, although we wanted dad to do to us like he did mom. Dad said our bodies were physically too small to accept a penis. When dad came home from long trips he would sometimes rub our legs and bottoms and comment on how beautiful we would be when we grew up. He would come up behind me and wrap his arms around my chest, cupping my little boobs, giving me a huge bear-hug, while kissing and nibbling ...
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