Misplaced attention - part 1

Her mother has gone out on yet another girl's weekend so she takes her place

Her breathing was raspy, quickening as his own breath cascaded across the back of her neck. His lips gently grazed her skin as his big hands held her in their firm grip. She knew what was awaiting her and nervously welcomed his next move.

They stood next to his bed as the lamps softly filled the room. She looked at the large bed, the very bed she had been conceived on, by the very man who held her. Her father gentled kissed her on the side and nape of her neck. She caught her breath as excitement filled her body.

It had been her idea. She had finally worked up the nerve to take the first move. To love her father the way that he deserved. She loved him more than anything in this world and was eager to show him.

She resented her mother for leaving them behind yet again. Another night at the bar. It was the second time this week. She hated her for hurting her daddy. She knew what her mother was doing. More of the same. More men fucking her, when she should be faithful.

For years she had seen them, had walked in on them, while her daddy worked. Men and boys alike. Neighbors, strangers, co-worhers, teachers and even classmates of hers. Her mother had even tried to have her join them. Her mother pulling her by the hand into the room as she fought each step. Only breaking free at the last moment as her mother told her to give in. "I know you want it. You're my daughter. You're a slut just like me "

"Please daddy" she whispered. Hoping that nothing else had to be said. She felt his hands release their grip, then in one quick but gentle motion, he picked her slender middle school body up, gently laying her down upon his bed.

The shirt, his shirt that she wore, bunched up around her waist, revealing the bare 14 year old virginal opening to him. His eyes drank in the beauty that lay before him. His shaft hardened as he pulled his sweatpants from his bare chested frame.

She wasted no time in joining him, as her fingers quickly worked the buttons until she lay on his open shirt, a shirt that still smelled of his aftershave.

Her tiny, waif like body, lay before him, as she gently opened her legs. Here eyes met his as her hands cupped each of her childlike breasts. She drug her thumbs across each sensitive nippple, which immediately hardened to the size of pencil erasers.

His engorged thick shaft pointed towards her as it obscenely drooled precum from the tip. He was going to need every bit of his liquid to allow him to enter her young body.