1. A b*****r'S LOVE


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    fruitless. One month went by, then two, then six. As the money ran out and his hope turned to desperation Jamie's father changed. He became surly, angry, and his occasional one-to-many beers after dinner became not so occasional. He was no longer a happy, comforting man and (as both David and Jamie were slowly beginning to realize) what little remained of his marriage was becoming unglued -- the solvent being booze and self-pity. His world fell down around him and, the day his wife left, he came to Jamie's room and woke her up. Jamie never lost the memory of that night: how she came awake as he sat on the edge of her bed next to her, his hands on his lap, an odd expression of grief on his face. &#034What's the matter, Daddy?&#034 she whispered in a voice of sl**py confusion. Her father didn't say anything but Jamie could see his large frame quaking and feel the vibrations on the bed beneath her as he began to silently cry. What was a little girl to do or say when the man who's presence anchored her world and was the source of her stability was crying and helpless? Jamie sat up and put her small arm around his large shoulders, her baby-doll nightie (the one he had bought her with the last of his unemployment money) riding up her stomach as she reached to him. &#034Don't cry, Daddy,&#034 she said, hugging him as he wrapped a large arm around her small, girlish frame and hugged back. &#034I'm sorry, honey,&#034 she heard his voice croak wetly in the semi-darkness. &#034It's ...
    just that...&#034 &#034What?&#034 &#034Your mother has gone, Jamie,&#034 he sniffed. &#034She didn't leave a note or anything but she's gone and I know we'll never see her again.&#034 &#034Gone?&#034 Jamie was becoming fully awake now as she tried to think and hold her father in her bed. &#034You're the woman of the house now,&#034 he told her. &#034You have to take care of me and your b*****r.&#034 &#034Oh daddy, I....I....&#034 she stammered as her father turned towards her. Dr****g his other arm across her back he pulled Jamie's face tight against the hardness of his chest. Any lingering sl**piness was driven away; both by the news her father had brought as well as the strong, sweet/sour, yeasty odor of stale beer and sweat. &#034Oh God,&#034 Jamie thought &#034he's d***k again.&#034 &#034It'll be okay sweetie....daddy 'll make it right.&#034 Her father cooed into her ear, rocking her back and forth, and with sudden, complete, shock Jamie realized he was rubbing her nipples back and forth against his chest. &#034Please...&#034 she whispered, pushing her hands against his arms as she tried to escape his smothering embrace. Large hands roamed up and down her back, open palms smearing the cool smooth material of her nightie over her warm skin, and as she raised her face to protest he leaned forward and planted a sloppy, wet kiss straight on her mouth. &#034DAD!&#034 she tried to yell, but it was muffled by her fathers lips pressing tightly against hers. She jerked her head ...