Giving myself to daddy

I grew up an oly child to two.loving parents. My daddy was in finance and my mom was a successful chef who opened her own restaurant with daddy’s help financially. Mom was a beautiful, petite blonde woman with the most beautiful eyes and sweetest smile. I would spend most of my free time in the kitchen with her. She worked an insane number of hours but always came home to cook dinner and help me with my homework before going back to work. The meals she made were always so good, I hoped to grow up to be like her.

When i was 6, that all changed, mom died of a heart attack while at work. My world crashed down around me, I cried pretty much all the time and would never set foot in our kitchen at home because it reminded me of her so much. Daddy was devastated too, he wouldn’t cry around me but I heard him crying in his room at night. He knew nothing about cooking, so our daily meals came from the microwave or a fast food menu. By the time I was 8, I had put on a lot of weight, but daddy always told me inwas beautiful even though I didn’t feel it. I had started to slowly start to go back into our kitchen to grab snacks or a drink. One night I was crying because of my weight and daddy told me I should give a try at cooking. I was still hesitant, that was mom’s kitchen. I did eventually start to think about it, but wasn’t sure how.

On my 9th birthday, daddy sat ne down for my gift. He told me this gift was very special ans he hoped that I would put it to use for both of our sakes. When I unwrapped the box and opened it, what was inside made the tears start to flow again. It was a stack or composition books. I lifted one and opened it, there was mom’s handwriting in a journal. Other books had her notes and recipes. One page of her journal had a post it note as a bookmark. Daddy said that was a page he wanted me to read. I cried even harder as the writing was about my birth and how she hoped that inwould grow up to love cooking like she had, and how she wanted to own a restaurant we could work in together and she could give to me. Daddy then told me that he had been keeping a secret, he hadn’t sold mommy’s restaurant. He had hired managers and a chef to run it.

With those notebooks, I decided to honor my mom and start learning how to cook. Using her pots and pans in the kitchen I did my homework at while she cooked, I dove into the task of learning. I quickly found that i was pretty good at it ans picked it up easily. Soon we were earing good food again and my weight started to drop.

By my 12th birthday, I was petite again, and with puberty set in, I had developed what had become b cup breasts. I kept my blonde hair cut at my shoulders the way mom had always had hers cut. In middle school home ec class, I excelled in every cooking lesson, my teacher insisting that I follow a career in cooking.

The moment that my world changed and I fell in love with my daddy was on my 13th birthday. We had begun making trips to mom’s restaurant twice a week to eat. On my 13th birthday we went there for dinner. Daddy wore a suit and tie, I wore a white dress that my mom had owned. There was something magical about that night. He told me I looked just like mom and when I saw her pictures, I knew he was right.

The .moment that it happened was when we got home. Daddy said that I had become so much like a woman that he wanted me to have my first glass of wine. I remember liking the fruity taste as I sat on the couch in my dress. Daddy went to his room and came back with two presents. One was long and rectangular, the other was a square box. He sat down beside me and handed me the square box. Something on his eyes and smile touched me deep inside and I felt my hormones start to build. It was like I was seeing him through mom’s eyes.

“I am sure you will like this, I saved it just for tonight”

I took another sip of my wine and then removed the wrapping paper. When I opened the box, I was speechless and my hands trembled. Inside, folded up neatly were mom’s chef jackets. Her initials on one breast, the restaurant name on the other. The tears built and I started to cry as I lifted one. I looked at daddy who also had tears in his eyes. The emotion of the moment made my hormones rise. I couldn’t speak, I took another drink of wine as he handed me the other box. How could anything tip what he had just given me?

When I opened the second present, I saw a long tied roll of canvas and knew what it was, the tears flowed even harder as I unrolled mom’s treasured knife set. Her initials engraved in each blade, the knives daddy had given her on their wedding day. In that moment, I fell in love with him, he wasn’t daddy to me anymore. I set the knives down ans took the last drink of my wine and set the glass down.

Daddy was just about to say something when I lunged toward him ans threw my arms around his neck ans kissed him on the lips hard. Daddy pulled back from the kiss and gave me a curious look, he was about to say something again and I kissed him again. I had never french kissed, but knew what it was, when I kissed him this time, I pushed my tongue against his lips, his lips parted and I gave him a passionate French kiss. He had not kissed anyone since mom. He held me tight and as we kissed he leaned back on the couch.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my breast, holding it there until his hand relaxed and he started to caress my breast outside of my dress. I felt a bulge grow in his pants against my leg. I heard mom’s voice in my head say “give him your virginity baby, he needs you”

While we kissed ans daddy played with my tit, I reached behind me and lowered the zipper of my dress and pulled it off. Then I started to undo daddy’s shirt. I knew I needed to give myself to him. I felt his hands move to my back and unhooked my bra, pulling it down my arms. My breasts pressed against his chest

“Baby should we stop?” He asked

“No” I said and kissed him again, my tongue swirled around his as I undid his pants

That was when daddy sat up and stood, holding me in just my panties. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me down the hall to his bedroom and onto the bed he shared with mom. We laid there, kissing frantically, he slid out of his pants and underwear. He was on top of me, his hands started to push my panties down and I helped get them off. I was completely naked with my naked daddy on my 13th birthday. Lust consumed us both. There was no oral foreplay. I just felt the tip of his cock against my virgin opening. My legs parted wide. I was relaxed and ready. Daddy pushed against me a few times and then the head of his cock started to enter me, breaking my hymen with a thrust. I cried out in pain that was mixed with pleasure. I felt daddy’s cock move deeper into me, rubbing the walls of my pussy

His cock was soon buried deep within me, I didn’t care about the pain or discomfort, I was giving myself to the man I loved as more than my daddy. Our love making was slow at first, then grew more intense as he fucked my virgin teen pussy on the bed he had fucked mom on so many times. My cries of pleasure were loud, I wanted to make love to him all night. His cock brought me to an orgasm that rocked my world. He stayed inside of me as he reached his orgasm. I didn’t care that I wasn’t on birth control, didn’t care if what just happened got me pregnant. I kissed him so hard after he came in me.

Waking up naked the next day, I smiled as I remembered.every detail when I saw him sleeping naked next to me. I was ready to be more than his daughter, I was ready to be his wife and lover.

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