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Subject: {ASSM} Incestuous Question Part 2
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Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2006 20:10:02 -0500
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The author does not condone child abuse or incest, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy, not real life. Anyone acting out such
scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years in their local prison.

The Incestuous Question Part 2 By A Lucky Man

I was laying on the bed, half awake and half asleep.  I am right
handed which means that the left part of my brain is dominant.  I
guess that is the part that was in that twilight land of just
about to wake up.  However, I think that my right brain, the
other person that is in all of our heads was fully awake (lefties
please reverse the previous).  Little did I know at the time that
events to come would lead to a deeply erotic incestious and long
term, try anything, very fulfilling relationship, and what an
innocent natural little girl would teach me.

I felt about the bed.  No one to the left.  No one to the right.
Was I alone?  (Left brain)  I had a morning hard on.  It was the
kind that goes away as soon as you piss.  As I awoke .. have you
ever been so deeply relaxed from a nights sleep that you feel
that you are crawling out of the grave when you awake?   Well,
you and I both have both felt that way ....  I slowly noticed
that my pole was sticking straight up.

There is a warm wetness at the tip.  Pressure!

Popping cherry is a unique experience.  The lips open, but its
like trying to push your finger  into a tiny hole in an old
fashioned inflated car inner tube that we used as kids in the old
swimming hole.  All of the sudden, when that cherry pops, your
dick is feels like it is being sucked into a vacuum!

Corazon had mounted me, and when her cherry popped, she bottomed
out in a heart beat.  The right side guy was fully awake and knew
what was going on. With me (left brain) only waking up, it was a
surprise.  Corazon was fully impaled on my morning piss hard on.
Now I was completely awake, and I could almost feel the right
brain side laughing at me.  As Corazon began to pull up, I could
feel my sack being tugged.  She rose up to where only the head
was still in.  Just then, her ass cheeks and butt hole let loose.
 POP!

Do you want to know what it sounded like?  Well, purse your lips,
and just as you open your mouth, let a strong puff of air out to
make a popping sound.  Not very loud, huh? Just loud enough for
Daisy to hear us!

Corazon was moving up and down on me with increasing speed, and
the popping sounds were getting louder.  The laugher, from Daisy,
 was only a chuckle at first, but as we got into a rhythm and it
got louder, we heard it develop into a full blown bending over in
pain belly laugh from her.  Just as I was about to ejaculate,
Corazon stood up, hopped off of the bed and went to shower.

I was shocked and then mad ... no nut for me, but since this was
the second day with my new found family, I decided to be calm;
not so easy.  I looked down at my standing up dick.  It was a
bloody mess.  Time for a shower.  As I entered the shower,
Corazon was just finished and drying off.  I stopped to look at
her.   I saw a stone cold, heart stopping, beautiful honey
skinned, red haired naked little girl.  She looked at me, and
came over and wrapped her skinny little arms around me, and
pressed her face against me, and took prisoner of my heart with
the simple words "I love you Papa.  I always knew you would come
back for us."

What's man to do?

I went into the shower.  Daisy's home  was like most people's in
the area.  No hot water, and during certain times of the day, no
water at all.  I held my breath and stepped into the water.  As I
was soaping I felt Daisy join me.  She continued soaping me and
scrubbing me.  All except for my bloody pole.  I was puzzled
until she slowly stroked me off, saying that Corazon is young and
inexperienced, not understanding a man's needs. It did not take
long for Daisy to relieve the blue balls, and then finish
scrubbing me.

Reality time ... after a quick breakfast of left over fried rice
and helping of fried dried fish called Toyo  which smelled like
garbage being fried... tasted good ..once you got past the smell.
(Just like eating pussy ... ever since, Corzon occasionally asks
...Daddy do you want some pussy fish for breakfast?)

Outside and into a jeepnee, and off to work.  We were putting in
some equipment at the Air Base , and had miles of multi-pair to
bury.  Every so often, we had to run the cable into a concrete
vault, and split off certain pairs to a junction box, where
another team would install equipment.   It was hard sweaty work.
With the heat and humidity, a team could only stay in the vault
about a half hour, even with a portable air conditioner pumping
air down there.  Each wire pair that ran into the J-box had to be
checked out for continuity all the way back to the building where
we had started. That meant that there was a long wire running
over the ground all the way back, and wire by wire we checked
each wire for continuity.  Sound simple?  Well then each wire had
to be checked for shorts to any other  wire, or to the cable pair
ground shield.  At about 500 wires in the cable, it took time.
(MIL SPECS)  Uncle Jake, our construction boss was about 6' 7"
tall, and as much as he wanted to come down into the hole to
work, he just could not fit, and leave room for another to help.
So, he paced about, frustrated.  The guys trenching and laying
cable got more of his attention than they really wanted.

At the end of the day, I went to the VOQ (visiting officer's
quarters) where they had put us up, showered, changed, and headed
home.  Funny, only there a short time and I was calling, feeling,
and thinking of Daisy's place as my home.  Sure, I owned a house
in southern California, but that's all it was ... a house.  There
was an elderly aunt living there.  She looked after the place,
and me when I wasn't on the road (about 1/3 of the time).  I
guess it was more her home than mine.   It was a good deal for
me.  I had set up an account for her to have money for paying
bills, so her meager SS income went into a savings account, and
occasionally to a niece or nephew that was away from home at
college.

On the eighth day, mid afternoon, I was down in the hole, when
suddenly, a large pair of hands grabbed my shoulders, and lifted
me out.  Uncle Jake of course. He spoke on a quiet voice, with
almost none of his deep Texan drawl. "Son, we gotta go.  There's
been an accident.  Your friend Papasan sent a message.  He got
one of the Philippino guards to deliver it.  I don't know what
happened, but he said it was very urgent."

We got into the rented construction truck, and headed for the
main gate and into town. It was an agonizingly slow trip.  Heavy
traffic had not bothered me before, but now it seemed like the
streets were full of idiots.  We finally arrived at Daisy's shop.
 There was a small crowd of people gathered at the entrance, and
more inside, milling about and talking on low voices.  As we
entered, Papasan came from the back, and took me by the hand.  He
spoke, "Rainy day ( an old nick name he gave me from when I first
met Daisy, that I hand not heard for what seemed like lifetimes),
it's bad. Sit down.  I started to sit, not knowing if there was a
chair behind me or not. Uncle Jake knew me well, and provided. 
Papasan continued, "Daisy and Cora were coming back from the
market and had just gotten out of a jeepney.  Cora had darted off
to unlock the shop door.  That's what saved her."

You and I  have both felt what the dread of what was coming next,
a deep thump ... an emptiness deep in the chest, a pulling in on
your ribs, a terrible vacuum.  He continued with that terrible
obligation of friendship, "As the jeepney pulled away, Daisy was
struck and killed by a Philippine Rabbit bus.  She is upstairs."

For the second time that day, a large pair of hands picked me up
by the shoulders.  I guess Uncle Jake knew I would go limp, and
did not want people to see me slump to the floor.  We went up the
narrow stairs.  When I got to the top, Mamasan was the first to
see me.  She hugged me, and quietly led me to the bed where Daisy
was laid out.  Little Cora had been kneeling there, weeping
softly, but when she saw me, came over slowly, and climbed up
into my waiting arms.

To shorten what could be a long story, Papasan and Uncle Jake
arranged for a funeral, burial, and termination of Daisy's
estate.  Additionally, Uncle Jake pulled in some very heavy duty
favors owed to him, and three days after the burial, Cora had a
passport and entrance visa as my daughter to the U. S.   The shop
went into legal custodianship, and Cora and I moved in with
Papasan & family.

Our contract job finished a day ahead of time.  Since we finished
early, there was a big blow out at Papasan's. I think the whole
crew  went upstairs, one by one, with their new friends of the
evening.  I know Papasan was happy; serious profits.

Now Uncle Jake was first class, but also practical.   If he could
have found a way to ship his crew as baggage in a somnambulant
state, he would have done so.  Not so, where Corazon was
concerned.  I think she stole his heart too.  ( I was to find out
later that my little girl had deep throated his massive unknown
length winkle ... I wasn't about to try and measure HIM....,
strictly speaking, she raped him, although he probably didn't
fight back ... much ... that's my third story).  First class
seats for the two of us, with the rest of the crew in the back
... way back, since all of them smoked (a wide variety of
things.)

The flight back was interesting.  About that time, the airlines
were starting to show in flight movies, and they showed a Disney
movie about a Volkswagen.  I got caught up in Cora's sense of
wonder and mirth.  After the movie and meal, the lights were
turned down, we pushed back the adjoining seat arm, and Cora
stretched out across my lap, pulled a blanket over her, and went
to sleep.

Daisy was with me again.  She slowly was swallowing me.  Warm,
soft, so good. I was delighted.  Slowly the world came back. 
Cora was covered up totally by our blanket. The cabin lights were
dim.  Every one else was asleep. My fly was open with Corzon's
face close by, but sitl sleepy, I laid back, and drifted off. 
Tomorrow was another day. Aunt Millie would meet us at LAX in an
old Volkswagen, of all things, and our life would take a new
turn.

The transit through LAX customs went slow but smooth.  We met up
with Aunt Millie at the baggage claim, and after her hugging not
only Corazon, myself, and Uncle Jake, but the whole crew (they
all knew her from the pool party Barbeques), the three of us
finally trundled off to the parking garage.   When we finally
arrived at the old VW bus, Corazon burst out in laughter.  "Aunt
Millie, you are a Hippie!"  The VW bus, which a nephew had given
to her, was an antique from the late sixties and was decorated in
peace symbols and flowers.

I'll skip the drive home, and settling in at home.  Corazon
started into special classes to help her adjust to the change in
schooling. Life settled into a routine.  Cora and Aunt Millie
shared a bedroom on one side of the house, just off of the
kitchen.  I had the large master bedroom on the other side of the
house, with it's own private entrance.   It was a good
arrangement in some ways, because when at home, I could come home
from late work hours without disturbing them.

We settled into a family routine, Cora with school and new
friends in the neighborhood, me with working too many hard long
hours, and Aunt Millie always looking after both of us.  Or so I
thought.  I always nagged Aunt Mille about replacing her old VW.
I knew she could afford it, I even offered to buy her a new van.
She always refused.  So, the next best thing was to grab it from
her every three months and take it to the garage for a bumper to
bumper, The best anyone could do! About two months after
Corazon's twelfth birthday they were coming home from the grocery
store, and they were T-boned on the driver's side of the old  VW
bus, by a drunk driver.  Aunt Millie died on the way to the
hospital.  My little Corazon was belted in and only shaken up.

Again, to shorten my story, Uncle Jake and the whole crew were at
the funeral.  In the aftermath, Uncle Jake and all of my friends
that I had worked with with for so many years did our best to
help my little darling. We had made several contracts that I was
absolutely committed to complete, which kept me away for almost
two months after the burial, so everyone helped out staying with
Cora when I was gone, including Uncle Jake, a committed bachelor.
 Considering that he felt uncomfortable around children for more
than a few hours, I considered this a brave effort on his part.

When I finally came home, Corzon and I spent the first night
going though Aunt Millie's things.  We packed up mementos for
Aunt Millie's nieces and nephews, and the rest for charity.  It
was a hard job for us both.  That night, after supper, and a lot
of crying and hugging, when I was in the shower, naked little
Corazon pulled back the shower curtain, and slipped in.  I was
first aware of her when she picked up the bath scrubber that I
had dropped, and started scrubbing my back.  It felt good, and
very natural until .... I felt her small hand sliding up and down
the crack of my ass.  She slid her small soapy hand slowly down
the crack of my ass and pressed her finger tip against my button
hole.  My winkle had been hanging limp until that moment of
unexpected contact. As I looked down at it, it when up to full
mast like a hydraulic pump had kicked in.  She slowly slipped
around, and took my winkle into her mouth.  As she slipped my
engorged cock past the gag point of her throat, she started to
fit, one by one, all of her fingers into my button hole.

It became a mixture of extremes.  Here was my little girl, my
whole life and passion for living, swallowing my cock, while she
was raping my asshole.  She forced her fist up my hole, and began
pumping rapidly.  I totally lost myself in the moment, grabbing
the back of her head, rapidly shoving my cock in and out of that
gag point in her throat, the tightest most cock gripping thing I
have ever felt.  I knew she was starving for air, but I could not
stop trying to shove my dick all the way into her stomach. All
this while, her tiny hand was pumping in and out of me.  As she
pumped faster, so did I.  The world slowed and stopped for us. 
She pumped her hurt in and out of me, for leaving her alone with
strangers at a time when, after Auntie died, she needed me so
much, and I pumped my loneliness in and out of her throat.

I finally convulsed, my cock was buried deeply into her throat,
way past the swallow point.  I started shooting my seed into my
own daughter's stomach straight down her esophagus, all the while
her fist was pumping ever faster in and out of my asshole.  We
were raping each other.  We finally collapsed, totally spent, her
anger burned out.   I turned off the water, picked up my dear
one, and carried her to what was to become our bed.  We fell
sleep glued to each other.   Her story of Uncle Jake was yet to
come. 

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