My mother was a harsh, petty woman. I've been told she was once beautiful at 5'3 with blue eyes, black hair, larger breasts, and a size 0 waist but life and more directly... choices had led her to walk a large rotund frame, almost as wide as it was tall.

My father was a wild man who I've been told was darkly handsome and spirited, who, from childhood shirked as much authority as he could get away with. Stories of disappearing for weeks to skip classes, rolling with many a girl, and speeding down main streets in his teens aided by a car that could simply just outspeed the police cars of the time.

This culminated in my father being very anti commitment and my mother being extremely demanding to the point of shadiness to get and keep him. I have no brothers or sisters, at least alive, as my mother would try and get pregnant again and again to have my fathers child, all of which she lost except for myself, whom she gave birth to at the age of 32, My mother being six years older than my father,

My first memories I can recall are from the back of a dirt bike, my back pressed into my fathers front as he deftly weaved around sheep, herding them into pens to be shorn. If I think hard enough I can still remember the feeling of his strong arms either side of me like a protective exoskeleton, the way his body would shake when he laughed. I loved my daddy. Anything was possible with him around.

In fact almost all of my good memories of childhood are centered around my daddy. Whether it be how he would hoist me over his shoulders on his arrival home from work to teaching me what a spark plug was about by deception, requesting me to help hold one still while he kicked over a bikes engine. And while he treated me as though I was more than just a little girl and could in fact behave and do anything a boy could, he would also take time to indulge it, gifting me nail polishes, perfumes, dresses and dolls or even a pony, an actual pony, on my birthdays, giving me hugs at any opportunity with an "I love you little one, the most and no lie." a saying he would use daily. Things that would remind me to be coy, demure and feminine as well as strong and useful.

On the flip side growing up under my mother was mostly a horrible affair, if not wastefully meaningless. Trips into town as just a tagging along kid, trudging silently behind her mother while she browsed aisle after aisle, store after store. How many tables in smokey kitchens I've sat at, listening to middle-aged women hiss and spit at each other like bored vipers, tearing down some person or another over a new piece of sordid gossip they had recently collected, I don't know. Hundreds it feels.

As she grew bigger and bigger it seemed she became meaner and meaner. Barking at my father if he spent to much time away from home, or too much on activities with me. "You're picking up a tractor, why does River have to go with you?! She could be home helping me."

Even still all my happy sun-drenched, fresh air, and father filled memories are the brightest, far outweighing the bad.

With all that said, I'm not sure what started it all, whether it was me or my father. Whether it was the beautiful and confident naked women pinned up over workshop walls, little adult story snippets children often overhear. "He walked in on the bloke balls deep in his wife's asshole!" "She came home early from work to find her husband rubbing his cock over photos of the baby sitter!"

I do remember that I always knew about sex, I had a good idea exactly what was different between a male and a females body and I wanted to know more. In fact, I burned for it. It's strange to say, but factually its a truth. I burned to learn and to know.

I was a creative thing and would often draw when I was forced to sit still for extended periods which led me to draw and drawing, without shame as innocent young ones are want to do, what I thought a males part really looked like. [All of them circumcised weirdly enough, so maybe there was a little media influence as well.] Upon completion, I would take them to my father, proudly, like I knew a secret and was letting him know how adult I was, how smart. At first, he would be startled but after a while, he would just pat my head and tell me what he really wanted to hang up on the fridge was a unicorn, or a portrait of his Bulldog tractor, which of course I would gushingly oblige him with.

That was only the start though. At times I would burn to see one, I felt that it was almost my right. My parents had raised me and seen my whole body, I still saw my mothers rolling bulging body naked almost weekly as she called me to pass her a towel or look for her top, so why wasn't I entitled to see my fathers?

I would think up schemes such as not realizing he was showering and going in to wash my hands at the exact time he was getting out, actually managing to catch the briefest of glimpses one morning before he turned away and yelled for me to get out and knock first.

I was transfixed. It looked big, hanging down over his balls. It didn't seem fair, my dad and I shared everything so why wouldn't he share this? I'd been waiting so long and I was being so good.

My burning wasn't abated. I would turn my attention to other men, watching how they moved, if boys talked to me I would smile at them, asking them to kiss me. Innocent enough games until one night, my parents had taken me to a family friend's house to visit. They had a son my age and of course, we were soon shooed away at some point to play in some other part of the house, naturally finding ourselves sitting in his room.

All was innocent enough until the game started, this time by the boy. I was overjoyed when he finally put down the dinosaur he was holding and asked if I would be his girlfriend. I hurriedly accepted on the condition he kissed me first, a thing he gladly got up and stalked his way towards me to do. The simplest of pecks but to my young mind, the holy grail.

He started a game of mums and dads, Id never heard or thought of it before but I was more than keen. He would pretend to go to work, I would pretend to clean the house. He would then get home, kiss and hold me, say hello darl and ask about his meal, of which I would then pretend to cook as he watched me. It was the most fun of games. After play eating his meal he then looked up and informed me now we would smush. Being clueless to what it really meant I accepted willingly, a smile spreading across my face when he told me to take off my clothes and being so excited at all these new discoveries the thought of being caught was lost on me.

I took off my clothes and stood for him naked as he ran his hands over my body while kicking his clothes off. His fingers dipping over and between my puffy lips as I giggled and sat back spreading my knees, my eyes focused on his vastly smaller than my daddies male bits. I remember feeling underwhelmed by it but still thrilled as his fingers poked and slid through my folds, eyes bright with excitement as little hips started to roll. My own shaking hand had moved down to hold myself spread open for hopefully further and deeper exploration... cut short when my daddy walked, looking for me, opened the door just as the boy's fingers starting rubbing at my super special part. The part that felt almost painfully sensitive, my eyes wide, mouth open in shock at the feeling.

I'm sure my father was angry but I simply cannot remember if he was. I just remember knowing this was something I would be getting in trouble for and scrambling to put my clothes on, my top backward which he quickly turned around. After a brisk word to the boy that sent him white, my father pulled me from the room and informed everyone he was taking me home, probably knowing my mother was not nearly done socializing.

It was a long drive home, over an hour which at first I spent crying, begging my daddy for forgiveness while he tried to calmly explain how that kind of behavior wasn't acceptable while I lived under his roof and that I had to be taken home as punishment and not to do it again. I promised I wouldn't settling myself down against his side as he wrapped an arm around me, his posture relaxing as he started to hum to the album he put on.

I must have slowly fallen asleep and slipped down into a sleeping position, my head laying on his leg, half in his lap, daddies arm now resting on my shoulder as my head bounced with the road. It only took a few minutes before It occurred to me that I was resting on a barely noticeable lump in his lap under my ear.

Moving my head slightly, as though still sleeping I tested it, rocking my chin up, then down. Bringing a hand up to rest on his knee. After a few minutes of this I felt my daddy tense as if he just noticed the movement, and possibly the effect it was having since as he started tensing, I could feel his male part getting harder and longer. I could barely contain my joy which was quickly slashed as the arm resting on my shoulder started to shake it.

"River, honey wake up"

Panicked I kept my eyes closed wanting to make this last as long as I could.

He shook my shoulder again. "River"

Rolling my face towards his crotch I snuggled down as if still in sleep and let out a "...Mmpfh", my lips pressing into his hardness through denim.

"River!" came my father's shocked reply as he started to slow the car but my mind was already working overtime, me being a well known deep of sleeper, I decided to double-down and stay dead weight on my father's lap.

The car slowed to a roll and came to a rest on the side of the long stretch of dirt road, daddy giving my shoulder another small shake before the car sat in silence for a little while. I was unconcerned, being in heaven. It wasn't until I heard him huff or sigh, as if in thought that I started moving my head again, my breath hitching in my little throat from the energy pent up.

"Fuck.."

My heart skipped a beat, daddy hardly ever cursed around me maybe he was getting angry? I was almost going to pretend to wake up when he started moving his arm softly up and down my arm, shoulder to elbow, his fingers rough with hard manual work running slowly over my soft skin, up the back of my neck to my under my chin which he cupped and held against him, the right side of my face now pressing firmly into his thing, my heart beating in time with the pulsing I could feel through the fabric.

"I need to stop." The blood roaring through my veins hearing him mutter to himself, causing me to turn my head again, even more, pressing my lips and parting them over the bulge I was being held against. His hand starting to move my face or was it his body moving against my face?

"Daddy..." I risked, breathed out in a soft dreamlike moan like I was simply sleep-talking. whether it was that or he had been wrestling to do it all along, this was when his hand left my head, my heart sinking until I felt him unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them. My legs ground together in heat as I felt the bulge moved out from under my head.

Confusion coursed through me at the pause until I felt him jostling and twisting me around so I was rolling towards his body so as to face him, in the next moment his hand coming to cup the back of my head, pulling my head forward until my lips touched the bottom of his thing.

"..Daddy" I dream whined again, lips parting and moving across his hot clammy skin. Wiggling a little as I heard and felt him suck a sharp breath in. This was better than anything, dolls, perfume, ponies. In my barely concealed excitement, I poked out my tongue a little, breathing in the smell of him as I gave it a little lick.

"Fuck River." daddy angrily whispered.

"Lick my cock, you little whore"

My mind exploded, It was the first taste of chocolate cake, the first high, the first anything and everything. His adult sounding words made me drunk, I'm sure by now he new I wasn't truly asleep but I kept up the game, keeping my eyes closed even as my body shivered and quaked.

Wiggling my body closer in the seat my mouth right against his cock, I parted my lips sleepily with the bestest imitation sleep-sigh I could. then after a pause licked out again, daddies body shuddering as his hand pushed me even closer against the side of his cock, the burning flesh parting my lips wider and filling my mouth more, my tongue now pressed against my daddies cock in earnest.

"Baby girl cmon fucking lick daddies cock, suck on me" breathed out between his clenched teeth, true to his words, my mouth now suckling like a lollipop on the side of his cock as he starts to roll his hips, causing my saliva to cover him, dripping down onto his jeans.

"Aaah-eeii" I muffled onto his cock which pulsed as it slid back and forwards along my mouth, his fingers tightening more and more as the rolling of his hips got faster. I was starting to move around on the bench seat a little more from his movements so while still keeping my eyes closed my hand raised to hold onto the waistband of his jeans, holding myself to him and pulling him closer as his body started tensing again, the pulsing of his cock against my tongue getting harder.

"God baby girl, you're making me cum," the hand behind my head pulling it back suddenly by my hair, twisted it slightly upwards.

"Daddy is cumming River, stick out your tongue baby, stick out your tongue, say ahh"

The sudden jerk backward, my head being pulled back and chin up had caused my mouth to fly open in a shocked O, my eyes opening finally to return his gaze as the first spurt of white flew from the head of his cock which was now pointing at me, landing across my upper lip.

"..ahhh" I breathed out, sticking my tongue fully out until its tip touched and slid against the bottom of his mushroom crown.

"Good girl" daddy grunted "you're such a good fucking girl"

Two more spurts flying out and onto my tongue my nose wrinkling at the new taste, causing my tongue to rub him more.

"God, good girl River, don't you fucking move. Drink daddies cum" daddy choked out, his eyes leaving mine and rolling back in his head as the last of his cum poured over my tongue and pooled there, its saltiness spreading down my throat. I'm not sure what made me do it, the abandonment of the sleeping game or just pure boldness but I for once disobeyed daddy and moved myself closer again, keeping my tongue pressed under the head of his cock as it guided it further towards my open mouth, my lips touching and then sliding over and around the head as I attempted to fit it into my mouth, slowly, applying a gentle sucking like I was a baby calf suckling for milk.

"River" daddy groaned, his eyes opening and fixing back on mine again as I softly suckled the rest of daddies cum out, lips now fixed around him, the head of his cock filling my mouth completely.

"Do you like this, River" he asked, his fingers running through my hair giving me goosebumps and shivers, my mouth pulling back with a pop, a stringy rope of saliva and cum connecting my lips to his cock as I audibly swallowed with a blink and looked back up at him, a small smile spreading across my face.

"The most and no lie, daddy."