Well, I am getting off track now. Today I am here to tell you the story of how I became my daddy's dirty slut.It was a Thruday afternoon. It was the h...ttest day of the year so far with it being only mid spring. I had arrived home from school to a empty house. "Dad must be at work still," I thought to myself. The heat was begining to get to me so I decided to take a cold shower before my daddy arrived home. I was in the shower no longer than 10 mins before I was already playing with myself. I. I sat up and rubbed his eyes. Where was she? I scanned the apartment and saw her naked, by the window. A slow smile spread across his face.I got up silently and stalked over to her. I kissed her neck and set his large hands on her shoulders. She sighed and leaned back into me. I smoothed my hands down her arms, pushing them down to rest by her sides. My hands then came up to cup her hips. Slowly I dragged my hands up her body, never touching her sensitive areas. She moaned slightly and began to. Iske baad papa muskurate hue mere pass aaya aur bola “Tumhare husband ka phone tha.” ye sun ke main hans diya aur puchha “Uncle ne kya bola papa?” papa ne bataya ki wo mummy ko lekar movie dekhne jaa rhe hain aur isi beech me uncle aayenge hamare ghar mujhe chodne. Phir ppa ne puccha ” tumhe saari pehen ne aati hai?” “Nhi papa” maine bola. Achha theek hai papa ne bola aur phir room se bahar chale gye. Phir mummy ko chilla ke bola, “Suno dopahar me taiyyar ho jana humlog movie dekhne jaa rhe. "I don't want to hurt our friendship." You didn't." She saw my soft smile and it seemed to calm her greatly. I could not tell her that I had done much worse than she had, that night and the next day as well.It was not verbalized, but we are both adults - we knew there had to be something there for what happened between us to transpire. Hell, I had attempted to seduce my son because in my heart I desired him.My eyes began to well up with tears as well.Her hand squeezed me, "Oh baby", she often.