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My Always Perfect Family

The story of a family far from perfect whose daughter finally gets the love she needs
We had the perfect family, or so everyone thought. Mom was a tall, buxom blonde with the help of Clairol and breast augmentation, an LPN at the time of my birth. She worked so dad could become a CPA and then dad worked nights so she could become an RN. Mom wanted everything 'just so' and was not at all embarrassed about dad working long hours so she could buy 'only the best.'

I came along as planned, after mom finished nursing school and after dad had about given up on ever having a family. She didn’t like being pregnant as she claimed it was the reason she didn’t have a perfect figure and she told me that on repeated occasions.She didn’t want to ever nurse a baby, so my dad was up many a night with my feedings as an infant, and since she worked the 7-3 shift at the hospital and he did not go to work until 9, he fed and bathed me many a morning and took me to the daycare. Until I was in middle school, he also went to most of the school conferences and some people believed that I didn’t even have a mom.

When my father’s company was doing well, she was relatively happy. She goaded my father into buying a house in the best neighborhood in town, and she did her best to keep up with the Jones'. She had the latest of furnishings, window treatments, a premier yard service, and her friends either came over after she got home from work to chat and have a glass of wine, or she went to them. Many afternoons and evenings as I grew up were lonely without either of my parents at home for long periods. My dad’s family kept me until my grandfather got Alzheimer's and when my grandmother suddenly became ill two months later, my father and I kept a vigil at her bedside until she passed away. I was very much like my father’s side of the family and felt a closeness with them that I still feel to this day. My father’s sister is a great person to be around; it’s just too bad she lives so far away.

In sixth grade, my mother’s wine parties disintegrated from four or five women down to two, then down to just my mom drinking wine alone. She became verbally nasty to me when she had had more than two glasses, most often calling me names like “Skinny”, “Toothpick”, “String Bean”, and “Miss Scarecrow”. When dad got home he used to sit and listen to me cry, rub my back, and tuck me in. At first mom was a nice drunk to dad but after about two years of drinking alone, she would rip daddy a new one nightly. I think at one point, when he used to come home particularly late, he was glad that she had passed out. When he helped her get to bed, he used to close the door and stay with her until she fell asleep. Then we would talk and laugh until it was time for my bedtime.

When I was a junior in high school, she ruined my 16th birthday party and he came home after taking my friends home to find her passed out and in her bathrobe. I was crying and yelling at her. She was ignoring me, and began on him, all kissy and mushy, and he gave me a look that said, “Let me take care of your mom and I will be back.” That afternoon he helped her down the hallway. I saw them disappear into their room but then I heard them in the bathroom which accentuates sounds and echoes. I kept hearing my mother call his name, and I was curious as to why she had to call his name when he was right there. Still upset, I crept down the hall to hear what they were saying and came upon a shocking sight: she was lying on the bed, robe open, and his head was between her legs. The door had been left open as an oversight, but since my bedroom was on the opposite side of the house, normally I was not down near their room. I stood, frozen to the spot, watching him trying to bring her off, and hearing her calling his name, screaming it, her legs wrapped around his head, his tongue licking her between her legs with his face soaking wet from her juices. When she was finally done bucking and screaming “Oh GOD, OH GOD”, she passed out and he pulled her to the top of bed, cradling her head with a pillow and wrapping her up in her robe. When he stood up, I noticed that he was naked, his penis hanging in front of him flaccid and limp. I actually felt a tingling in my own pussy then, seeing him that way, not even getting any sexual pleasure from my mom. I stepped away then, running quickly back to my place where he had left me, and he came out about ten minutes later with a clean face, sleep pants and a bathrobe. He patiently listened to the events of my day and assured me that my mother only said mean things because the wine was talking. He told me that he loved her but wasn’t 'in love' with her, and that he was staying in the marriage so I could have a good life.

I cried for a long time that night, for my mom who was so sick, for my dad in a loveless marriage, and then I took off all my clothes, opened my legs, and started rubbing my pussy, wishing I was the one receiving a licking. I had my first orgasm that night from my own hand, and though I was scared to climax, finally I let go. It was pure bliss and I felt very grown up. It was also the beginning of me sleeping naked, as the summer was so warm and my sheets felt cool to my budding body.

School was starting that fall and with it clothes shopping. Mom was trying to make up for ruining my birthday and she took me and watched other mothers with their daughters, noting that they were starting to develop, hitting puberty, getting breasts and hips, and I wasn’t. She refused to get me a padded bra, instead insisted that I wear girl t-shirts. She called my little budding breasts niblets and I felt ashamed as I looked at her huge breasts. I wanted so much to have a womanly figure! I confided in my best friend that my mom called my breasts niblets and the next thing I knew, my friend was calling me 'niblets'and 'ninnies,' 'wee nipps' and other derogatory names for small breasts. She even began calling me 'fried egg wannabe' and told a girl I despised that I was a charter member of the 'itty bitty titty club.' I was mortified, and it was more than I could take. Getting off the school bus that afternoon, I ran home crying. Mom was in a foul mood, drunk and cursing. I took a long shower, washing away my anger and humiliation, and then cried myself to sleep. I awakened to find mom snoring in her recliner in the den, so I went back to my room, opened my robe, and stood looking in my long mirror at my body.

I stood there for a long time, telling myself how ugly I was, how flat I was, how I was never going to have breasts, and how I would never be sexy to any man. I covered my face in my hands and cried like a baby. Then I blew my nose, stood up and announced to my mirror that I would start exercises to increase my breasts and practice being sexy. As I carried on this one-way conversation in the mirror, I noticed a movement by my door. I had left it open to listen for mom, but when I turned around, no one was there.

I put on my bathrobe again, and tried to act casual as I walked to the den. Mom was still sleeping it off, and there was dad, fumbling with the mail and acting distracted. He finally looked up at me and said, “How is my girl doing tonight?” searching my face for any kind of reaction. He was holding his brief case in front of his body with one hand and the mail in the other.

“Daddy, I did not have a good day at all,” I wailed, expecting him to come running to me for a hug. But strangely he did not walk over to me, instead imploring me to help him get my mom to bed. We somewhat dragged her down the hall, mumbling to us, and he, with great effort got her in the bed. She had her arm around me, and the stooping down opened my robe at the top. Dad was staring at my breasts, but I turned away after we got mom settled, face aflame, and ran to my room. My mixed emotions ranged from humiliation to excitement to fear, but I took off my robe and went straight to bed, my face cooling and my body aching for whatever that wonderful release was that mom had. I was almost asleep before I heard a knock at the door. I never said a word, but dad tiptoed in to check on me. With the covers up to my neck and on my tummy, he asked me if I was OK. Crying anew, I spilled out the days events. He began to rub my back, calming me and he kept saying it would be OK. He asked me after some time of just listening to me vent my frustration if I was going to be OK. I asked him if he would go with me and help me get a new bra, one that would make me look bigger. He was trying to explain that time and puberty would help me the most when I turned over and pulled down the sheets, showing him my little buds. He swallowed hard and looked like he was having a serious internal struggle, looking me right in the eyes, and began to tenderly touch my tiny nipples. My eyelashes fluttered, I let out a gasp, and he continued to gently caress them very tenderly, his eyes closing and his fingertips deftly teasing the nipples and araeolas. He massaged my breasts for the next half hour and I blushed, embarrassed that he had seen me yet glad he had come to me anyway. Finally he kissed me tenderly on the forehead and told me good night. I stared at the ceiling that night, excited at what had happened and trembled at the temptation we had before us.

The next day the taunts began again on the bus, and I grieved for my tiny buds that were not growing. I was more than ready for my figure to bloom, I figured that I would blossom immediately as it seemed other girls were doing, but it was not to be. Growth did not occur, development did not come, and mom was getting worse.

I came home early from attending a football game one evening about two months after my birthday and two months and one day after my father touched me so tenderly. Dad was home and mom was drunk, and I heard them again in their bedroom. Again, I discovered as I crept to their bedroom that she was lying with her robe open, and this time he was sucking her nipples from her large breasts, while she was moaning and thrashing. He went from one to the other, sucking, licking and massaging her breasts as she had a mini orgasm. He then slid down to her pussy, and licked her continuously until she climaxed for at least 30 seconds. He did not stop through her orgasm, letting her cum again and again as he kept his tongue moving. After her last orgasm, he lifted her legs off of his back, pulled her up to the pillow, tenderly tucked her in and then stood up, again with a flaccid penis. He looked up and noticed me standing there. He froze. I froze. I turned and left the doorway, closing it behind me.

A wash of emotions waved through me…a mix of humiliation, excitement, fear, arousal and sadness. This man with all this passion, was only able to give and never to receive. There was no reciprocation, only giving from him to her. I cried for the three of us until I heard the door open in my room and he came in. Again I was lying on my tummy, and again he massaged my back, not saying a word. Finally he asked how long I had been at the doorway and how much had I seen. I turned over, searched his sad face and whispered, “Everything.” He started to leave and I begged, “Dad, don’t go. Talk to me.”

The next hour was intense. He told me that this had been his life for the last 10 years since mom started drinking herself into a nightly stupor. He told me she had had trouble staying sober and that now she didn’t even try anymore. He told me that he grieved for me that I didn’t get more love and attention from her, and that he tried to make it up to me. He told me that it was all he could do to stay away from me and not touch me in a special way. He told me that night after night he wanted to come into my room and be with me in any way he could to make it better, and that he had even come up with a plan to help me grow my tiny breasts. I asked him what, and he said that he had done research and that sucking on even tiny breasts would stimulate them and make them grow. At that moment I wanted him to suck on my breasts more than anything in the world! I made him a vow right then that if he did I would never tell a soul, and I begged him to help me every night if he could. I pulled down the covers to offer him my nipples. His face showed a range of emotions and he finally agreed to my offer. He quietly crawled into my bed and began to lick and suck my nipples and my breasts. His deft fingers massaged them while he suckled and before long, I had overcome my initial shyness and was actually enjoying and loving it. After about 20 minutes, he kissed me good night on the forehead and went back to his room.

The next night I swear I heard him offering my mom another glass of wine. She never made it to the bed, instead passing out in her recliner. I helped dad get her back to bed, and as soon as he got her settled and snoring, he came to my room. Again I moved the sheets down and he sucked my breasts, nipples and massaged them, finally kissing me good night on the forehead and pausing in the doorway to watch me drift off to sleep.

After a month, the nightly sucking slowly made changes in my body. My nipples were no longer ticklish and my tiny breasts were developing at last. I was growing pubic hair. I was excited with the changes and hoped that dad was noticing. On a weekend night six months after my birthday, I heard the sounds of mom and dad in their bedroom and I went down the hall to peek. The door was wide open and mom was lying across the bed sideways in a way that I could see more of what dad was doing to her. He was mounted over her, sucking her breasts like he was nursing a baby, pulling the nipples way out and disappearing with them into his mouth for extended periods of time. Without thinking , I opened my robe, began to massage my breasts, pulling the tiny nipples out as if he was sucking me. At last he tucked a pillow under her to raise her pussy up. This enabled me to see everything he did to her, from parting her legs to parting her pussy lips, to licking long strokes, to rocking her back and licking her vagina. His face was glazed with her juices. I reached for my own wet pussy, and began to stroke my clit. He finished her off before he saw me, eyes closed and bringing myself off. When I opened mine he was looking at me from the other side of the bed, frozen.

I went down the hall to my room, hand soaked and breasts on fire. I looked at the clock and it took nearly one hour before he came to my room. This time he was wearing his robe and he closed and locked my door. He said absolutely nothing, but came into the bed and started his nightly sucking of my breasts. But tonight was different. Tonight he pulled down the sheets and took off his robe. “Kitten,” he began, “I can stand it no longer. Tonight I will make you a woman.”

He did everything to my breasts that night that I had seen him do to mom earlier, only he was gentler and I was panting and moaning. I had my first breast orgasms that night, one on each side. His mouth was exquisite and drove me quite over the edge. As he let my second orgasm subside, he began to very gently probe my wet pussy, and his able fingers found their target. He promised that I would get the very same licking tonight that my mother got, only better and longer. He parted my legs and very gently parted the lips of my labia, which offered him the first sight of my pink and wet pussy. He positioned himself to lap carefully and slowly, as with each movement of his tongue I writhed and squirmed, so excited I could not climax at first. But with each gasp he slowed down, taking his time, and even entered my vagina with his tongue to coax my cervix and tease out the juices. I could feel my build up, so long I had waited for this, and at last on a long, flat-tongued lap I began to cum, hearing myself growl with a guttural sound to my voice, as if from the depths of my soul I was cumming, releasing all the anger, fear and humiliation from all the torment into the mouth of my father. I felt myself gush, and heard him greedily swallow my juices as he kept his tongue moving for a climax lasting at least a minute as wave after wave came over me. He kissed me again and again, and kissed my whole body that night. He went down on me all night long, awakening and moving toward my swollen clitoris and teasing it to erection after erection. I learned to wrap my legs around his head and squeeze it tightly right before I came. At dawn he kissed me full on my lips, licked inside my mouth and told me I was the most passionate woman he had ever known. He slipped down the hall to my mother’s room and slept most of the next day. I awakened to a sticky leg and a pussy again ready and begging, no aching, for his talented tongue.

My mother tripped over the coffee table the next day after starting her drinking early in the day and dislocated her knee. After hours in the ER, she came home in a cast and the painkillers did their work. Soon she was sleeping in a deep sleep. Dad came down to my room in his robe, locked the door and began to suckle my breasts and pleasure me again. I could not wait! His tongue met its mark and I gushed into his greedy mouth as he drank my juices. I begged him to let me touch him. He started to say no but I pulled all the covers back and touched his cock. Neither super large nor small, his cock, once so flaccid and limp, was throbbing and hard. Its head was covered in pre-cum, and he asked me to rub the tip as it excited him. I offered to kiss his hardness, which he tried to wave off but I was already down there with my face and began to kiss and lick the tip of his cock. He showed me how to stroke him, and between stroking and licking and kissing, he finally let go and his cock sprayed my whole chest, stomach and abdomen. I thought he was going to cry at that moment, he was so happy. He gently laid me back on the bed and wiped his semen off my body, then kissed me deeply and long. We slept in each others arms until my alarm went off at 3 AM, which sent him back to his room to give my mother her medicine. He returned to my room, suckled me again, licked my pussy to an astounding orgasm and fell asleep between my legs.

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Comments(22)

mrcomfy
Posted 17 Jan 2014 09:05
A very "wet" read! 5+ Can't wait for more of this story.
olblueyes
Posted 28 Sep 2011 12:12
very well written as told in a young girls pov,,,its a 5 of course and on to ch 2!!
baldie
Posted 29 Dec 2010 01:02
very good story
largerbetter
Posted 27 Nov 2010 14:57
Great start to this trilogy
Oldbikelover
Posted 18 Nov 2010 02:30
Makes me so hot reading your story
SIL50
Posted 11 Nov 2010 15:55
Good job!! Really enjoyed it!
vegeta
Posted 22 Oct 2010 03:46
thats a nice story
frog1
Posted 19 Oct 2010 04:38
very well written!
cunnilinguist
Posted 18 Oct 2010 13:44
Wow, it was simply amazing.
tnblue
Posted 17 Oct 2010 18:58
very touching and hot story
gooneyc47
Posted 17 Oct 2010 07:42
Jane, I loved your story! It was so well written and loving. I can't wait until you tell more.
grassmanross
Posted 17 Oct 2010 06:53
Terrific story Jane. Please continue this one. Very exciting. Great work.
daveb
Posted 17 Oct 2010 02:55
OMG!!!!! so exciting!! you are so good!! Hope to meet you soon!!
Kenny8227
Posted 16 Oct 2010 17:20
Its amazin and cant wait for part 2
nonveglover
Posted 16 Oct 2010 11:42
I have passed through the same experience in my life. I thought you are revealing my story.
nonveglover
Posted 16 Oct 2010 11:40
very interesting and hot.
Charlie400
Posted 16 Oct 2010 11:38
Nicely written, left me wanting more. Id there?
Racinman
Posted 16 Oct 2010 11:11
Enjoy your writing style. I look forward to more
snowluvr
Posted 16 Oct 2010 09:50
very nice! keep on writing!
hornymidwestman
Posted 16 Oct 2010 09:14
very exciting and stimulating. a beautiful ending
mxxx
Posted 16 Oct 2010 08:15
very hot story. loved it
goodoode
Posted 16 Oct 2010 06:49
Wow... this is beautiful
 

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