My name is Laurie and I am thirty-five years old. Thanks to my father's generosity, I am a successful businesswoman. I am happily married and have two beautiful children. From time to time, I visit my handsome father in New York and we catch up on our fucking. Yes, I said fucking. Daddy is the best fucker I have ever known. Please notice that I did not say lover. We do not make love, we fuck like rutting animals. If you would like to know how it began, please read on.
I will never forget my eighteenth birthday. My father spared no expense in throwing me the biggest birthday bash in town. All of my friends were there. After I blew out the birthday candles, Daddy handed me the keys to the brand new sports car that he had promised me if I remained a virgin. The prior day, he had taken me to my gynecologist, who confirmed that my hymen was intact. He also examined my anus and told my father that, in his opinion, that door had never been opened. Daddy had to take my word for it that I had never used my mouth or hand on a man. It was the truth. I was innocent in every respect.
I was shamelessly proud of my new car and took all of my friends out for joy rides. But the car was not the only gift from my sweet Daddy. After returning from a joy ride, he handed me a letter that had just been delivered. It was from his alma mater, one of the most prestigious universities in the country. He had pulled strings and greased palms to get me accepted. A simple peck on the cheek seemed like poor thanks for all he had done for me. The time flew by and soon I was at the door thanking and saying goodbye to my dear friends. A short time later, I took my first step toward womanhood.
When I began to blossom, my father begged me to remain a virgin. He explained that having a child or contracting a disease could destroy my life. The real reason was that he wanted me for himself. He called me into his study and said, "It's time I taught you the facts of life." He patted the couch beside him. As I sat next to him, I knew that this wouldn't be the usual parent-daughter talk. I sensed that it would be much more than that.
He picked up a remote control and pressed a button. A shocking image appeared on the big screen. My father was stretched out naked on a bed and my beautiful mother was kneeling beside him with her hand wrapped around his enormous cock. Father had divorced my mother three years earlier after she became a hopeless alcoholic and drug addict. I didn't have a problem with it. She never abused me, however she did ignore me, probably out of jealousy. I hardly knew her.
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened when I saw what they were doing. "Do you know what that is called?" Daddy asked. I shook my head. "It's called a hand job. I love hand jobs because they make me cum better than anything else. Now watch closely." At first, her hand slid slowly up and down his thick shaft. He said something to her and she picked up speed. "Watch carefully now. Here it comes." The camera zoomed in closer to catch every detail.
Daddy bellowed as his cock erupted. The stuff coming out of it shot two feet into the air. "That stuff is called semen but most people call it cum," Daddy explained. "I'm ejaculating but most call it cumming." I could hardly believe my eyes and neither could my laughing mother. By the time Daddy went limp, his manly torso was covered with what he had referred to as cum. He sat up, looked into the camera, and said with a wink, "That was a ball-buster."
A new scene started featuring the same act but a different man who kept a pillow over his face to hide his identity. I didn't learn until later that he was my uncle, my mother's brother. She giggled as she jerked her brother's cock until it shot off a load almost as big as Daddy's.
