There was nothing I wanted more than to replace mama.
Papa was, and always had been, a strong man. But when mama died, I knew papa wasn't okay. He still smiled, he still acted strong, but I knew he wasn't. When papa began assuming mama's duties, I realized how bad he was at them. Whenever I grabbed a dish, it was either greasy or had soap still in it. When he cooked a meal, it was always spaghetti and meatballs, hot dogs, or hamburgers. We began eating take out a lot more. This was when I was seven years old. I remember it all like it was yesterday. When I was twelve, I began to learn how to cook myself. Papa was still alone, acting strong. Sometimes he brought home a woman. I wondered if he thought I wasn't old enough to understand what he was doing with her. I didn't blame him, he was lonely. Sometimes I just wished he wouldn't bring home any woman, that I would be enough for him.
Papa was very happy when I began to cook and clean for him. He kissed me on my forehead every time he came home from work, and complimented me on my cooking skills. "One day, you're going to make the best housewife ever." He whispered to me as he tucked me into bed. After that, he kissed my cheek, and then hesitated.
"Papa?" I asked, wondering why he was still leaning down over me. He looked into my eyes and then smiled.
"I'm sorry...you're just so beautiful." He said, his gaze shifting away from my eyes and down to my body.
"Like mama?" I smiled at him. He paused, and then stood up straight. I can see he was now looking away, and I realized that I had said something wrong. Whenever I spoke of mama, he always had that same, distant expression.
"Goodnight, baby." He said, caressing my cheek and then turning out the lights. He left the door cracked, just enough for the hallway light to creep in. I sighed. He never compared me to mama.
I'm older now. Papa has been bringing home more girls than ever. I am jealous of every one of them. I cook for papa, I clean for papa, I even dropped out of high school for papa and began an online program instead of going to a normal school. The least he could do was invite me into his room and spent time with me like he did with those women. It is ten pm now, and I am cleaning up after dinner. Papa had brought home another floozy, and I didn't want her eating any of the food I had made for papa. The door creaks open, and I hear laughing.
"Be a good little girl for me and wait until I call you," Papa tells the woman, patting her ass as they walk past the kitchen. I am so busy looking that I accidentally bump into a pot that I had soaked in water and it plummets to the tiled floor. They both are startled and notice me. "You okay baby?" Papa asks, as he begins to walk over.
"I'm fine," I begin, although as soon as I take a step forward I slip and fall right into the massive soapy puddle. Papa hurries toward me as I roll over in pain. As he helps me up, the woman has invited herself into my kitchen.
"I'll help clean it up." She says, taking a dish towel that is actually up for decoration and leaning over to apply it to the floor.
"No, I'll clean it up." I snarled, snatching the towel from her and putting it back in place. Papa is staring at me, as if I was bleeding. I look down at myself and realize my white nightgown is soaked and my nipples are visible through the thin material.
"Don't be ridiculous, go take a shower while I--"
"Get out." Papa tells the woman, his voice cold and nearly monotone.
"I was just trying to help." The woman argued, but then suddenly papa backhands her with enough force to send her stumbling into the wall.
"I said, GET OUT." The woman looked at him horrified and the scurried to the door, leaving at once. I look at papa with a smile, and he looks at me back. "Clean this up at once and then take a shower." He goes to the refrigerator and then grabs a beer. Opening it, he sits down and crosses his legs, watching me intently. I take a towel from underneath the sink and began to wipe up the water. I am on all fours, and it looks like he is staring at my backside, but I think nothing of it. However, when I glance up, it looks as if he is rubbing his leg, and I wonder why.
When the water is all cleaned up, I take the towel and I put it in the laundry room. Papa follows me, and when I turn to leave, he stands in my way. "Lucia," He begins, his eyes still looking me up and down. "Would you like to take a bath with papa?"
"But when I was thirteen you told me we couldn't anymore." I say, now confused at this sudden change of heart. He smiled and then kissed my forehead.
"This is a reward...for being papa's little angel." He whispered. I smile widely and then nod, I loved taking a bath with papa. His skin was so smooth, and he was very beautiful. Papa was like a statue, perfect in every way. The last time I took a bath with papa, he was very quiet and stiff. I was bathing him like usual, the only difference was that his penis(he told me not to say peepee anymore) was larger than it usually was. I asked him if it was okay and I touched it. He grabbed my arms and told me I was too big to take a bath with him anymore. I cried that night, it was as if papa never wanted to spend time with me anymore.
Papa took off my nightie and then stared at me again. "Oh baby...you're so beautiful. Papa is very proud." He said as he kissed my cheek. His hands went down to my ass and he squeezed it. I laughed a little and he smiled. "Be a good girl and take off your panties for daddy." I looked up at him and wondered why he used the word daddy instead of papa. I always called him papa. However, I didn't really care because I was so excited about taking a bath with him. I took off my panties and he licked his lips. "Baby, daddy is going to teach you how to shave."
"I already know how to shave, papa." I said, lifting up my arms and sticking out my legs.
"No baby. I mean this..." His hand slowly reached out to touch my privates(I hated the word vagina), and he tugged the hair just a bit. My legs began to feel like spaghetti and I blushed.
"Oh..." I said, breathing a little heavy. "I was to scared to do it there."
"That's because mama wasn't here to show you. But daddy will." He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Papa himself was in his bathrobe. When he took it off, I smiled even more. His body was just as perfect as I remembered. His smell was so strong, but I loved it. "Go start the shower. I will get the shaving stuff."
I do as he says obediently and then I step in the shower. Papa comes in not long after and then lathers my privates with shaving cream. "How many times do I have to shave my privates, papa?" I ask as he takes the razor to my skin and goes to work.
"Whenever hair grows, baby. You always want to be completely hairless down here. Its cleaner. And you should call this, your pussy..Its very beautiful, very sacred...only daddy is allowed to see it, understand?"
"I understand." I smile down at him, moving my large breasts so I could see all of his face. When he is finished, her turns me around and then presses himself up against me, his penis mashed between my cheeks. I watch as the rest of my pubic hair falls away into the drain and his large hand slips back down to my pussy.
"So smooth...doesn't that feel better, baby?" He says lowly. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and my nipples get hard. My legs are also beginning to feel weak again. I nod slowly, his hand still caressing. One finger grazed over my clitoris, and I moan. I can feel his penis throbbing, its very hot.
"Papa?" I ask quietly. He pulls his hand away and then grabs the soap. I smile at him, not wanting to ruin this time we were spending together.
"My baby sure has grown.." He lathers up my body and then stops at my breasts, cupping them with his hands. His fingers flick over my nipples and I moan again. This felt so good. "Tell daddy how big his baby has grown."
"38DD..." I answer weakly as he flicks and pinches my nipples. "Papa's penis has grown too."
"You should call my penis, cock..or dick. Do you like daddy's cock?" Papa asked as he pushed it more against me. I nodded again, not being able to think clearly. "Say it." He gripped my hips and pushed more into me to the point where it was painful.
"I like Papa's cock." I moaned. He made a pleased grunt and then gave me the sponge. I turned around and then began to lather up his body as mine was being rinsed off. His abdomen was just as rigged as I remember yet it was still soft. His nipples were just as hard as mine were and when I ran over them I used my finger and he moaned quietly. I got down on my knees as I lathered up his legs, and finally I came to his cock.
"Use your hands to lather daddy's cock, baby." He said, taking the sponge away. I gripped the large throbbing thing in my hands and began to stroke it up and down, getting it nice and soapy. He moaned again, as he stared down at me, his hips moving slightly in rhythm to my strokes. When I finished I went to get back up, but he slapped me hard on the cheek. "DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP?!" I look up at papa, terrified. He had never hit me before. Tears came to my eyes and I started to sob. Papa looked disoriented for a minute, but then he turned off the shower and left me in there crying.
When I pulled myself together, I put some clothes on and went into my room. I was so confused. The way Papa touched me made me feel so good. I ruined it by not washing him long enough. I turned on my computer and searched Papa touched me. I wanted answers on why it felt so good, but all I got were girls saying they were afraid, scared. Something scared me though. Some had their own papa's arrested for making them feel good. How awful!
I turned off my computer and then crawled into bed. I wanted to apologize to papa, but I was still scared that he was mad at me. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into sleep. Soon after, I woke up, covered in sweat and moaning. I looked down and in between my legs was papa. I didn't say anything, I kept moaning and panting and suddenly I felt a large rush of pleasure and my body stiffened and arched back. Papa crawled over me and I could feel his cock against my pussy. His eyes were cold, even though I was smiling up at him. "Papa, I'm sorry..." I tell him. He doesn't answer me. He simply takes both of my wrists and puts his full weight on them.
Suddenly I feel a stabbing pain in my pussy. I begin to scream and writhe underneath him, but he continues to stare down at me with those eyes. His cockhead is so thick that the tiny entrance in my pussy his beginning to tear. "Papa stop!" I scream, but with one mighty thrust, he finally gets into me, and I could feel something inside me tear. I am sobbing, and thrashing underneath him but he won't pull out.
"Shut the fuck up you stupid little whore. You liked being pleasured by me. So its my turn now." He pulled out slightly and then slammed right back into me. I continue to cry, and then suddenly he grabs my neck and squeezes. My hands are now both wrapped around his wrist as I struggle for air. "Happy birthday you fucking slut. You're mine now." He continues to jack hammer me into the bed as I shake my head no. He releases me and punches me in my face. I'm seeing stars now. When I go to gasp for air, another punch goes to my abdomen. I can't breath again. I gasp and wheeze. "YOU'RE MINE, YOU HEAR? MINE! DADDIES LITTLE SLUT. SAY IT. OR I'LL HURT YOU."
"I'm daddies slut!" I say, despite being out of breath. "Please stop hurting me now!" He flips me over so that I am on all fours and grabs my broad hips, digging his nails into them. "Papa, please!"
"I'm your daddy now. You will call me daddy or sir. I'm going to mark your insides. I'm going to knock you up. You're going to have my babies!" He shouted as he continues to pound into me, grabbing the back of my neck and forcing my head into the pillow as I continue to cry. Suddenly his grunts turn to snarls and I feel his balls expand as he shoots something into me. It burns. He is silent, but I am still whimpering. After five minutes, he pulls out of me and leaves my on my bed, broken and bruised. He returns with a collar and a leash. I look at him with my eyes wide and he sits on top of me.
"No! Please!" I scream but he slaps me again and then places the collar on my neck. He attaches the leash and yanks me out of my bed.
"On all fours. Move it. Let me show you to your new room." I sob as he leads me into his bedroom. He opens the closet and there is a large cage. "Get in." I look up at him horrified, but as soon as he raises his hand to hit me I scramble in there. He closes it and then smiles. "This is for the best, baby...You don't want to end up like mama, do you?" He grins, and I gasp.
"What did you do to Mama!?" I shout, but as soon as I did, the door closes.
//To be continued.