After my mom moved in her boyfriend, I grew attached to him very quickly. He was fun to be around and very sweet and attentive to me and my sister. In spite of the difference in our ages (I was 11, he was 35) I just loved him and thought he was wonderful. I was careful about it then, but ever since, I have called him Daddy. I always will.

During the summer of that year, my sister went away for two lengthy stays at art camp and with a friend. Momma worked in the daytime. That left me and Daddy alone all day.

One morning, I awoke and heard momma leave. I got up and went to their room. Without a word, I pulled the covers back, got into bed with him, and snuggled close. He was warm and I felt very safe and cozy next to him. I honestly wasn't trying to start anything. I only had the vaguest notion of what sex was. It was the feeling of attachment and protection that attracted me that morning.

We spooned together, him in his boxers and me in my pajama top and shorts. Before long came the inevitable "hard thing" poking me in the butt and the slow, soft humping. I had a pretty good idea what it was. I had seen pictures of a cock but had never encountered one in the wild. Not knowing what to do, I froze and let it happen. Freezing at critical moments became a lifelong habit.

The humping got a bit more intense and the strokes longer. I could feel his excitement and his breathing get deeper. After a bit, he rolled away from me, lifted his hips off the bed, and pulled off his underwear. He put his arm around me and rolled me over onto his chest.

There it was. Wow. I was eye to eye with my first cock. It was my turn for deep breathing and a racing heart. Along with the sight of it all came my first feelings of sexual excitement. That was a fun feeling, even if I didn't quite understand what it was. I was totally intoxicated by that and fascinated by Daddy's hard cock.

He put his hand on it and stroked it. Then he grabbed it and pulled on it, faster and faster. My head was on his chest, so I could feel him breathing hard and moaning very quietly. This went on for a while as I watched, frozen in place, both too scared to move and too fascinated to look away.

As he got more and more excited, Daddy said, "I'm going to show you how to cum." In my naivety, I thought, "Where are we going?" Shortly after, he turned his hips toward me, thrust toward me, and let out a groan. Milk shot out of it! It looked like milk anyway. It felt hot when it splashed on my leg and my pajama shorts. I had no idea what that was or than any of that even happened. In a deep down instinctive way, I knew it was something special though. Indeed, it was.

Daddy relaxed and almost immediately said, "You are such a good girl, D. I love you so much." Those were words I would hear again and again, every time he came. All of these new sensations had my head spinning.

As I lay there, watching the milk begin to "cry" down my leg, Daddy said, "Rub it in." I had no idea what that meant and laid there motionless. After a moment, he took my wrist and put my fingers in the Daddy milk. He guided my hand in circles until the milk began to dissolve into my skin. I was fascinated by that too. It was the first time I took a man's love into my body. Looking back, it was beautiful moment.

After a bit, he said, "Go clean yourself off with a washcloth." I went to the bathroom, ran some warm water, and washed away the residual mess. Like a good girl, I hung up the washcloth and went back to my room, then sat on my bed and tried to process all the exciting things I had seen. The scene replayed in my head along with images of Daddy's cock and the hot, squirting milk. I wondered when we might do it again. As it turned out, about an hour later...