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I’ll never forget last Thursday, the day my life turned upside down. As a single mother, hearing that your only child has been in a car accident can literally rip your soul right from your body. I almost got in a car wreck of my own speeding to the hospital, tears pouring down my cheeks. I had Josh when I was only 15. It was tough raising a baby when you yourself are only a mere child. The father never wanted any responsibility and I certainly didn’t want to force him into a situation that would potentially cause damage to my baby. My parents were a big help to me the first couple of years so I was able to finish school. I have been on my own since I was 17 and have a good paying job. Raising Josh hasn’t been easy, but now thinking about my 12 year old son lying in a hospital somewhere makes it all worth while. I love Josh with all of my heart. When I arrived at the hospital, I was a complete nervous wreck. I had no idea how bad off Josh was and my mind kept racing around thinking about the worst. I sat in the emergency room anxiously awaiting any word about my son’s condition. Finally a doctor emerged from the surgery room. Josh had sustained fractures to both of his wrists and a broken toe. All things considered, he was extremely lucky. They kept Josh overnight and then released him to come home. I kept him out of school for a few days so he could adjust to having both of his arms in a cast. Josh is a very outgoing, handsome young man. He loves sports and is in very good shape. I know being laid up is going to drive him crazy, but hopefully I can make his stay at home as comfortable as possible. Just doing basic everyday activities is a challenge right now for Josh. For instance, when he called me in the bathroom his first day home. It never occurred to me that he would need help going to the bathroom, but here I was, helping my son take a piss. I unbuttoned Josh’s pants and unzipped his fly. It was a very strange feeling and at first I didn’t know why. I mean, hell, I’ve seen my son naked before. Seven years ago. I could tell Josh was uncomfortable too as I reached in his pants and in his underwear. I felt around and slipped my fingers around his penis and pulled it out. Hoping I had it aimed correctly, Josh began to pee. I couldn’t help but notice that my 12 year old boy had a very nice cock. You could tell that someday it will be VERY nice. When Josh finished, he told me I had to shake it a little to get the last drops off. So I shook his dick and as I did, I felt it start to grow in my hand. I was dumbfounded that my touch could excite my boy and didn’t realize that I was slowly stroking him when Josh spoke up. "Uh, mom, I think, uh……" "Oh my Gosh, I’m sorry Josh I don’t know what I’m doing," I stammered, releasing his erection. I fumbled around and tried to put his dick back in his pants, but it was too hard. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, so I just sat there, on my knees, holding my son’s five inch cock in my hands. "Josh, we, uh, have a slight problem here," I said, conveying the obvious. "Any suggestions?" my son asked me. I know I could have just let go and walked away and it would have gone down, but for whatever reason I chose not to pursue that avenue. "Just one," I said. I put my hand back around my young boy’s shaft and slowly began to stroke it up and down. His cock was so smooth and hard. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop. I looked at Josh’s body. He was so handsome. Stroking his cock was turning me on as much as it was him. I decided to increase the heat a little. "Have you ever done this to yourself, son?" "Uh, well, maybe a couple of times," Josh answered, his voice straining some. "Really? What do you think about when you do it?" I inquired. Josh was starting to breathe heavier. I could tell he was getting very excited. "Lots…of…..things," he managed to say. "Like what?" I pressed. "Do you think about me?" I already knew the answer to this one. I’ve caught Josh staring at me when I lay out by the pool. Being only 27, my body is still very much intact. I’m proud of my 35-24-34 figure and have to admit I enjoy showing it off around my son and his friends. I guess if I thought about this enough, I have always hoped that this day would come. "What? Of course not mom!" Josh lied. "Honest Josh? I could’ve swore I’ve caught you looking at me in my bikini," I replied. I stopped stroking my son’s cock and stood up, looking him in the eye. "Are you telling me the truth? This body doesn’t turn you on at all?" I began removing my clothes, doing a slow striptease in front of my 12 year old. I noticed his eyes glued to my pussy as I slid my wet panties down my legs. "Now, you can be honest with me, and we can take care of your situation, or I can just leave and let it go down by itself. It’s your choice. Personally, it will be a lot more fun if you’re honest. You should never lie to your mother." Josh’s cock was now straining. Even if his lips couldn’t say the words, his erection spoke volumes. I dropped back down to my knees and placed my face inches from my son’s crotch. "So what’s your answer son?" As I finished asking Josh I opened my mouth and engulfed his young erection. "Ohhhh God Mom, okay, yessss!!! I think about you!!!" "Mmmmmm now that’s more like it. Now Mommy can make you feel all better." My hand went back around his shaft as I slid his jeans down his legs. With my free hand I let it glide back up his muscular legs, grasping his young, tight ass firmly. Josh continued moaning as my tongue licked up and down his hard cock. I pressed his ass more towards me taking his 12 year old dick deeper into my mouth. I knew my son was close to cumming and couldn’t wait to taste his seed. I hungrily devoured his cock, slurping and sucking him, fondling his tight ass and licking his hairless balls. I could feel my own pussy growing hotter and guided Josh’s hand to my moist slit. "Stroke it for me baby, stroke mommy’s pussy," I moaned. "Oh God Mom, you’re so hot. Am I doing that?" "Yes baby, it’s all you. Mommy wants you so bad!! I want you to cum in my mouth baby! Can you do it? Can you cum for mommy?" I stroked my son faster as I spread my saliva all up and down his shaft. "Mmmmm I love your cock baby!" "OHH GOD YESS OHH GOD MOM YES!!! SUCK ME!!! OH GOD I’M CUMMING!!! OHHH YESSSS!!" I felt my son’s tight butt clench in my hand. I inserted a finger in his young asshole, as his cum splashed against the back of my throat. Josh was fucking my face hard, emptying his sperm into my wanting mouth. I swallowed every drop of his cum, wishing there was more. We both sat there for a moment trying to grasp what had just happened. I didn’t know what my son would think about me now. My fears were quickly put to rest as I felt my son’s hand on my breast. "Man, you know I was just thinking. Somebody’s going to have to give me a bath too," Josh said, smiling. I smiled back at Josh. I’ll do anything for my little boy. After all, I’m his mother.
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I have to say good luck, my father won’t even buy a new suit, let alone help with the financial support of my wedding. dar – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > And here I thought I was the only one who was having adolescent father > problems. I also came to the decision that I was not going to count on any > contribution from my father. We have changed our date so many times because > he thought that he would have some money by then. I just decided that I > wasn’t going to let him ruin it for me. I’ve been let down so many times, > I’m just not going to set myself up for it again. > So, if he comes through with some money in December, it will be extra. That > would be nice. > Jen
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"Are you sure she’ll be okay?" my wife asked me, obviously not believing anything I’d previously mentioned. "She’s only 15, John, she’s just a baby." The concern my wife had was letting our only daughter, Brittney, go to a rock concert for the first time. Despite the fact that I would be right there with her (Metallica is one of my favorite groups also), Joan still wasn’t comfortable with the idea. "She’ll be fine, Joan, I promise. I’ll never let her out of my sight." "She better be or you’ll have hell to pay when you get home, mister", Joan said, half smiling. She was kidding but then again I’ve felt her wrath before. I dare not let her do anything to incur her fury. "Trust me. Now I’ve got to get going if we’re going to get there on time. I’ve got to swing by Jamie’s and pick her up. I’ll see you later tonight. Love you." I kissed my wife goodbye and headed out to the car. Brittney for whatever reason wanted to get dressed over at Jamie’s for the concert. Jamie was a wild child to say the least. I’ve had some concerns about Brittney hanging around her, but so far nothing has happened. Jamie is a very cute 15 year old going on 30. I swear there have been times when she’s intentionally given me glimpses of her perky little tits and her young ass. She’s old enough just to be dangerous. And to be noticed. I got over to Jamie’s and honked the horn for Brittney. After a couple of minutes, Brittney came running out to the car and I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was my sweet innocent daughter? Brittney is already a very attractive young girl with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Until just now, I hadn’t realized just how grown up my little girl had become. She was wearing a very short black miniskirt and a black lacy top that didn’t look like much more than a bra. For the first time I caught myself staring at my daughter in a very un-fatherly way. She had developed quite nicely, her firm young breasts filling out her top very nicely. Brittney’s legs were long and tanned and the miniskirt afforded me a view of much of their shape. No wonder she wanted to get ready over here, her mother would have thrown a fit. "Hi Daddy!" she said smiling as she hopped in the car. "Hi babe. Uh, where’s the rest of your clothes?" I asked. "Oh Daddy," Brittney began rolling her eyes. "It’s a concert. Everyone dresses like this." She had a point, sort of. One thing I always liked about concerts was the view. Except this time, it would be my daughter who was the source of all of the leering eyes. "You don’t like it Daddy?" "No, it’s just that, well, well, you’ve grown up so much, baby. I just wasn’t ready to see you like this." "Like what?" "Like, a, well, a very sexy young woman, I guess." "You think I’m sexy, Daddy? Really?" Brittney asked, almost excitedly. "Well, yes, honey, I do. You’ll definitely get a lot of attention tonight." "I don’t care. Tonight I’m with my Daddy," Brittney answered, reaching over and kissing me on the cheek. Her hand rested on my leg for balance. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. As we drove to the concert, I caught myself stealing glimpses of my young daughter’s thighs and how delicious they looked. I imagined running my tongue up her golden skin to her virgin treasure. God, how lucky some young punk is going to be. I envy the kid who gets her to open her legs up for the first time. I found myself wishing I was that kid. Brittney must’ve known I was staring at her, because one time I looked up and she was looking right at me smiling rather seductively, I might add. We got to the concert and Brittney said she wanted to be down on the arena floor. I said yes, but only if we were towards the back. I did not want her doing any crowd surfing. She rolled her eyes but agreed nonetheless. Fortunately the floor was already packed, so the back was the only option anyway. I could feel the eyes molesting my daughter from all of the guys around. Brittney didn’t seem to notice at all. She was too engrossed with the band. The sweet smell of pot filled the air as Metallica took the stage. The crowd went wild and there was a major push from behind, causing me to fall into Brittney, who was standing directly in front of me. My hands went to her hips for balance as my body pressed against her backside. The crowd was so tight that I couldn’t move at all. Our bodies were meshed together and I could feel my cock growing, nestled against her young ass. Brittney didn’t seem to mind the closeness, in fact I could’ve swear I felt her grind her body into me tighter. Her arms went around mine and my mouth was now practically tasting her neck, I was so close to her. Instinctively I planted a small kiss on her neck, sending shivers down my own body. I let my hands move down lower, feeling her legs underneath the miniskirt. Brittney didn’t object at all but instead let her hands drop behind her, feeling my rock hard cock. All of this was going on oblivious to those around us as the intensity of the music pounded relentlessly as only Metallica can do. We continued basically making out throughout the concert, without ever making eye contact or saying a word to one another. It was a very hot and erotic experience. My hands traveled well inside of my daughter’s miniskirt, toying with the waistband of her panties. I could feel her heat as my hands moved down between her thighs, but I never touched her pussy. I was enjoying the tease just as she was. Her hands had managed to unzip my pants and slip in, running up and down my shaft but never making direct flesh to flesh contact. By the end of the concert, I was ready to jump all over my daughter. We walked hand in hand out to the car, never mentioning anything that happened inside. She just talked about how cool the concert was and how awesome they sounded. I had to park basically out in no man’s land, so it was quite a walk for us. Brittney kept thanking me for taking her and said how cool a Dad I was. Still no mention of what happened inside. Finally, we made it to the car, now alone in the dark vacant lot. I went around to unlock the door for Brittney when she put her hand on mine and stopped me. "You know, Dad, you were a very bad boy in the concert." Oh shit, I’m in trouble I thought. "I know honey I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was wrong and I promise it will never happen again." "Sorry Daddy, but I don’t believe you. Are you telling me that if I do this, you’ll just stand there?" Brittney turned around and pressed her little ass against my crotch again. There was no way I could prevent my cock from growing. "Mmmmm, Daddy, part of you says you like it. Do you like it Daddy? Do you?" "Oh God baby, yes, but it’s wrong. We can’t do this." I stammered trying to sound convincing. "I want to fuck you Daddy. I want you to be my first. Right here right now Daddy. Take me please!" I couldn’t resist. How many of us could turn down a hot young teen begging to fuck you? I wanted her body so badly, to taste her delicious virgin juices. I grabbed my daughter and laid her on the hood of the car, her legs dangling down. I raised up her skirt and ripped her panties off of her. Placing my hands under her golden young ass, I lifted her sweet smelling pussy to my face. "Oh yes Daddy, lick me, Oh God yes Daddy do it!!" My tongue dove into her pussy, licking up and down her soaking wet cunt lips as I explored the inner folds of her virginity. She tasted so fucking great, I could’ve stayed down there for days. Brittney thrust her hips into my face begging for me to eat her more and more. My cock was stretching the fabric of my jeans, desperately in need of release. I slipped one hand down and undid my pants letting them fall to the ground. I slid my daughter down on the hood to where her young virgin pussy was now spread open for my cock to slide right into. I found myself wondering if the car makers knew how perfect the height of the hood of a car was for fucking. Somehow, I doubt it. "Oh God Daddy, Yes Fuck me!! Omigod Yess!!! Oh Daddy I love you so much!!!!" "I love you too baby. Daddy’s going to make you feel really good now. Oh Baby You’re so fucking hot!!!" I slid my engorged cock into Brittney’s hot virgin cunt. She was so wet, it slid right in. Without any effort, all 7 inches were now buried deep inside my little girl. Her cunt was still very tight around my shaft. With each thrust I could feel her practically milking my seed out of me with her muscles. There is nothing like fucking virgin pussy. Especially your own daughter’s. Brittney was moaning loudly now and I knew before long someone would wonder what was going on. I decided to fuck her fast and furious speeding up her orgasm as well as my own. Something told me there will be other times that we will be able to take it nice, slow and easy. But not tonight. Besides, all of the teasing inside the concert already had me to the brink anyway. I pounded Brittney’s young cunt unmercifully, slamming all 7 inches in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh Baby, you’re so fucking tight!! Oh God Brittney!! Oh God Baby Daddy’s going to cum baby!!! "Yes Daddy!! Cum in my pussy Daddy!! I want to feel you cum!! Ohhhh Goddd Daddddeeeeeee!!!!!" With one final thrust my cock exploded deep into her sweet pussy. I could feel my cock spasm again and again, filling her cunt with an incredible amount of my incestuous sperm. Brittney’s own orgasm ripped through her young body with the same intensity of the music heard earlier. We both laid there for what seemed like hours, allowing our bodies to come down from the high. I knew right then that even if this never happened again, tonight would be one of my most treasured memories of my daughter I’ll ever have. She shared with me her most personal gift of all. She loved me enough to give herself to me. A prouder father doesn’t exist.
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> <snip> > When I wear my gown on my > wedding day, I want to know that his love is in it.
His love wouldn’t really be in it, his money wouldI think you should speak to him and ask him what he thinks he can contribute to the wedding. This is a legitimate question to ask your parents and one that he’ll likely expect when he hears that you’re marrying. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asks what you need help with…that would be a good time to ask for something as specific as the gown. You might even be surprised at how he reacts….when a child marries, it sometimes makes parents face their own adulthood 
Best of luck
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ok when did you two steal my father. I’m in the same boat, my wedding is across the country and I still can’t get any help from him dar – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > because my father feels like acting like a 14 year old. > Criminies, Cat, do we share the same father? Mine’s busy running > around reliving his teenage-years too. Even down to an apartment above > a bar with his new girlfriend. *shaking head* Good luck figuring this > one out. My father loves Adam, too, just as yours loves Lee, but that > doesn’t mean that he’d ever get around to showing any support for our > wedding. Oh well, such is the stuff of the infamous mid-life crisis. > *Wry grin* > Good luck! > ~Crystal > P.S. While I think my father would genuinely *like* to contribute to > our wedding, he’s not responsible enough to save any money for it. He > *says* he’ll help us (at least he did when we were talking about > getting engaged last year, haven’t hardly spoken to him since), but > Adam and I pretty much rolled our eyes and went, "Yeah, okay, Dad. > That’d be great." and budgeted for the wedding w/o any help from him. > If he *does* come through, then what a great bonus and happy-dance > feeling, but if not, at least we won’t be screwed over with the bills > because we were counting on him. > — > ….and the cloud forest around me hummed with the music of > contentedness…. > Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.
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And here I thought I was the only one who was having adolescent father problems. I also came to the decision that I was not going to count on any contribution from my father. We have changed our date so many times because he thought that he would have some money by then. I just decided that I wasn’t going to let him ruin it for me. I’ve been let down so many times, I’m just not going to set myself up for it again. So, if he comes through with some money in December, it will be extra. That would be nice. Jen
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>Cat, I know what you’re talking about, and I suggest that you not
depend on asking him. Thanks for your advice… I’m not exactly depending on him, I just want to ask to leave it open for him to contribute. My future mother in law told Lee (who wasn’t supposed to tell me) that she is planning on buying my fabric for me because she knows my father probably won’t come through. She has already hinted that she is going to contribute money in other ways to the wedding, so I really don’t want her to feel she "has" to do it because my father feels like acting like a 14 year old. My mother said I shouldn’t let him come to the wedding if "he can’t be mature and responsible enough to pay for a part of his own daughter’s wedding. The resentful side of me would like to do that, but I know I would regret it forever if he wasn’t there. He’ll probably forget to come, though, like he did with my graduation. Thanks, Cat
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I would think the most subtle way is for the message to come from someone else. Is there anyone you can turn to, maybe a relative or even your fiance (not your mom), who could take your dad out for a drink or dinner, and casually bring up the subject of the wedding and that "Cat has some really gorgeous fabric in mind that’s perfect for her dress, but it’s just so expensive." You could use that same line, but would he take the hint? Lin
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because my father feels like acting like a 14 year old. Criminies, Cat, do we share the same father? Mine’s busy running around reliving his teenage-years too. Even down to an apartment above a bar with his new girlfriend. *shaking head* Good luck figuring this one out. My father loves Adam, too, just as yours loves Lee, but that doesn’t mean that he’d ever get around to showing any support for our wedding. Oh well, such is the stuff of the infamous mid-life crisis. *Wry grin* Good luck! ~Crystal P.S. While I think my father would genuinely *like* to contribute to our wedding, he’s not responsible enough to save any money for it. He *says* he’ll help us (at least he did when we were talking about getting engaged last year, haven’t hardly spoken to him since), but Adam and I pretty much rolled our eyes and went, "Yeah, okay, Dad. That’d be great." and budgeted for the wedding w/o any help from him. If he *does* come through, then what a great bonus and happy-dance feeling, but if not, at least we won’t be screwed over with the bills because we were counting on him. — ….and the cloud forest around me hummed with the music of contentedness…. Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.
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>Even a very traditional father might be hurt at the assumption that he
bests shows his love by writing checks. Money is the only way my father expresses love. I can always tell when he feels guilty about something, because he’ll send me a twenty in a mushy card every so often. The problem is asking him for anything overtly makes him fell pressured to be responsible, and he gets panicky. >but what about offering him something to do as well or instead?
I know better than that…. He would say he’d be glad to, then forget all about the conversation. I know him well enough to know that the only help I may be able to expect is a small amount of cash to pay for something. I just have to make him think it was his idea, so he feels like a hero or something. You are right about not letting myself feel rejected. I have learned to accept him the way he is, but I’d like to give him the chance to prove me (and everyone else) wrong. Anyway, you always have good advice. If you don’t have kids yet, you will make a good mom. Cat
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> [snippage] > I am in the process of writing him a letter to tell him about the > wedding. I know he’ll be happy because he loves Lee. The problem is > this: when I see him again, I want to ask him to pay for my gown > (fabric). I just don’t know how. [snippage] > Although I could use the financial support for the wedding, that really > is not why I want him to pay for it. The reason is that I want him to > have been a part of the wedding, to have actually taken an active part > in something important. I am very sentimental. When I wear my gown on my > wedding day, I want to know that his love is in it.
Mmmmmmmm… the really big problem is that he may not *want* to be an active part of something important. He may be very happy with sitting back, being mellow and irresponsible, and letting other people do the work. Our parents project onto us who they hope we’ll be, and we project onto them who we wish they were… but the two don’t always meet neatly. When money gets involved…! I see a lot of potential for misunderstanding (especially if he runs from responsibility, as you say in the part I’ve snipped) in your equation of "taking an active part" and "his love is in it" with his paying for something. Even a very traditional father might be hurt at the assumption that he bests shows his love by writing checks. I agree with T that your best bet is to slip a hint into a normal congratulatory conversation… but what about offering him something to do as well or instead? If you’re a sentimental person, then there are *lots* of things that will have symbolic meaning for you… what can he do other than paying for your dress? If he doesn’t pay for your dress, are you going to feel rejected as a daughter — which is not a good place to put yourself! It can become very painful to watch sentimentalized depictions of "ideal" families in every wedding-themed commercial and movie… but most families aren’t ideal, and weddings are not always a great time to try to fix relationships that have been non-ideal for a long time. There is so much stress around a wedding anyway that you might want to think about just letting things slide with your father. You may believe he’s a good person more than he does — but he has to believe it before he’ll act like one. And you can’t make him believe. Wende
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> Can anyone think of a very, very subtle way of asking him? He runs from > responsibility and intimacy, so I have to be careful of what I say. My > father is basically a good person, he just doesn’t know it.
Cat, I know what you’re talking about, and I suggest that you not depend on asking him. Try taking something else out of the budget, try asking someone else for extra funding, have a rummage sale for cash, but if you’ve been disappointed, don’t depend on something this important for him to change his stripes and redeem himself. For your wedding you shouldn’t be at all disappointed, and this just might do it. After you tell him about the wedding, and after he has called you to congratulate you, maybe you can slip it in during the course of conversation, pointing out that lots of other responsible grown ups are contributing, and you guys are paying for a lot out of your own pocket, and if he wants to do something paying for the fabric would rock, it’s $300, but DO NOT expect it. Then if he chooses to gift you enough cash, you have this bonus money, your dad looks good and you’re happy. If he doesn’t, you’ve at least received his good wishes and you’re not disappointed.
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My father and I are not close. We haven’t spoken in over a year… not because we are fighting, but because he is too lazy and caught up in his reliving the sixties fantasy to return my phone calls. He doesn’t even know about the wedding yet. I am in the process of writing him a letter to tell him about the wedding. I know he’ll be happy because he loves Lee. The problem is this: when I see him again, I want to ask him to pay for my gown (fabric). I just don’t know how. My father is the king of irresponsibility. I rarely saw him as a child, except when he wanted to do something fun. He never paid child support, and I rarely ask him for anything. In fact, the last thing I asked him for was money for my senior prom dress. My mom ended up buying it. Although I could use the financial support for the wedding, that really is not why I want him to pay for it. The reason is that I want him to have been a part of the wedding, to have actually taken an active part in something important. I am very sentimental. When I wear my gown on my wedding day, I want to know that his love is in it. Can anyone think of a very, very subtle way of asking him? He runs from responsibility and intimacy, so I have to be careful of what I say. My father is basically a good person, he just doesn’t know it. Thanks, Cat, who cries every time she watches _Father of the Bride_.