Thinking about it as she sat in the kitchen eating her corn flakes, Paula vividly recalled how startled she had been when she saw his big cock for the first time. She had been shocked by the bigness of it, and the big purple cockhead had been almost terrifying to the girl.

"Daddy?" she asked in a nervous voice. "Are you all right?"

She would never forget the wild look in his eyes when he stared bleary-eyed at her naked body as she stood beside his bed. His drunken eyes had a wild expression in them when they partially focussed on the soft growth of red pussy ham that was just staffing to sprout around her pink slit.

"Are you all right, Daddy?" she'd repeated when he didn't answer.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he roared, releasing the grip on his hard cock.

"I heard you crying," she'd said.

"Well, I'm fine," he'd slurred. "Now get back to your bed."

"Daddy," she stammered. "I'm lonesome. May I sleep with you tonight?"

"Well," he'd mumbled, excitedly licking his lips as he continued staring at her twat. "It don't seem right but maybe just one night ain't gonna hurt anybody."

Paula could still remember how excited she'd been when she hopped into bed with her father that night. As much as she detested the smell of liquor on his breath, it felt so good to have him holding her naked body in his big strong arms.

"What were you doing with your thing when I came in?" she'd asked, cuddling up to her dad.

"Nothing," was his curt answer.

"Then why were you rubbing it?" the teen had persisted. "And why were you calling Mommy's name?"

"Well," he stammered. "Because your mother used to rub it."

"Why?"

"Became it made me feel good," was his honest answer.

"Can I rub it for you like Mommy did?" Paula had asked.

"No, darling."

"Would it feel good if I rubbed it?" the teen continued.

"I suppose so," he'd sighed. "But I don't want you to do it."