I remember that night well i mean i was only thirteen years old when he came to me and asked me if i ever thought of sex and how it could be. i became excited at the thought of feeling what all the girls where talking about at school. Later that night with my mom in the bed he came to my bed, i was excited and nervous with anticipation. he started to kiss on my neck and it felt good at first but the moment he stuck his self inside me i felt wrong . i mean he wasn't my dad but he was my moms husband, the man who had been my daddy figure since i was seven and here he is now sweating and pumping away making me a woman, so he say.
