Daddy's Little Money Maker - Sex Stories

Daddy's Little Money Maker

... You have the same dark hair and long shapely legs. Her boobs are bigger, but yours will get there,” he loved to joke. You can hear my mother’s heels clicking in the upstairs hallway. Her entrance into the kitchen was always the same and we all would laugh. “Ta-da the Queen has risen, everyone please bow.” The heels and lipstick with her over sized tank top was always a nice touch. Her boobs bouncing up and down as she walked. When she kissed Steve she would always put one hand inside his boxers and rub his cock. “Behave yourself darlin’ our daughter is here.” “She’s not a baby Steve, she’s seventeen. She knows it is a sign of love that I’m showing you. Don’t you pumpkin?” “Yes mama, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” When breakfast was over, mom and Steve would go back upstairs and read the Sunday paper, or so they said. After about two hours they would both come back down into the den. Mom was always humming and Steve would be grinning like a Cheshire cat. It was so obvious that sex was a big part of their love. I hoped for that someday too. Monday morning mom woke me up for school as usual. Steve was dressed and already finishing up his breakfast. A quick kiss on the cheek to mom and me and he was out the door. As mom poured my orange juice she mentioned she was going shopping later in the day. She needed to buy a new dress for a retirement dinner for one of Steve’s co-workers. At about one thirty, I was paged to the principal’s office, and told to go home. There was some ...

... sort of emergency and my dad would be there to explain. It was a gray and rainy day when we buried my mom. A guy running a red light took her from us. Dad was distraught and needed sedation to get through it. I tried to be strong for him, but I missed her too. Dad was like a zombie in the house. He just roamed from room to room without any purpose. I know he missed my mom something fierce, but we had to go on with our lives, that’s what Mom would want. I suggested he go back to work and he agreed. I woke up to dad’s alarm ringing, wondering why he hadn’t turned it off. I grabbed my robe and walked down the hall to my parent’s room. The door was ajar and I walked in. My dad was on his back with the covers pushed aside. My eyes got wide as I saw his rigid cock sticking out of the slit in his boxers. It was big and shiny nothing like I ever saw before. Now I understood how my mom would gag. I covered him up, shut the alarm and gently shook him awake. “I’m up and you better get ready for school before you’re late.” I tried to do everything my mom did but it wasn’t enough. Dinner would often go uneaten because daddy didn’t come straight home from work. The local bar was his new home. When I came home from school sometimes I would go into my mom’s closet and wear her clothes. It always made me feel close to her. She had about one hundred pairs of heels, all different colors and sizes. One day I fell asleep in her bed with nothing on but her ruby red lipstick and red stiletto heels. I ...