The first time was just a normal night with him at home. Mom was working and he and I were
watching tv like normal. He always used the tv as a babysitter. He was in his usual spot
on the couch legs up on the coffee table watching something and I guess bareley paying attention to me.

Looking back I guess he paid more attention than I realized. I was in my pajamas on the floor playing
with my toys and I remember looking back a few times and he was staring at me and would smile and say
something stupid like “watcha doin” or “peekaboo” which always made me giggle for some reason.

But I also noticed that his robe was open underneath where it tied around his waist and
his cock was sticking straight up and his hand was squeezing it down on the bottom. I know now that he
made sure I could see it before he barely made an effort to cover it up with his robe.

I had seen his cock before usually in some normal fashion either accidental or a normal family way but
even as young as I was, this time I knew it was different. Whether it was traumatic or just something
interesting I remember I was 7 years old and I even remember the toy I was playing with.

I remember turning back to play with my toy but also not really thinking about the toy. This is where it gets
wierd because even though I know now he was mostly responsible for what was going to happen I remember
wanting to see his cock like that again. I remember trying to look back a few more times without him knowing,
(you know the way a child will do that thinking you cant see them looking out the corner of their eye).
I am sure he knew I was doing it but didnt say anything. He didnt have it out but I could see that he
was masturbating underneath his robe.

The next part was my doing.

I remember just wanting to see it again so much I got up and figured I would just go lay down on the couch
and “pretend” to just watch tv with him. Again I was 7 so it wasnt a sexual thing to me I just wanted to
see his cock like that again and “I” thought that he wouldnt get that I was being sneaky about it.
He didnt really say anything and we just watched tv for awhile. but I would sneak a look every few minutes and
he continued to masturbate under his robe.

I cant say what was going through his head but as an adult now I am sure he was trying to decide in his mind what to do next.
Or maybe he had planned this all along and was just wanting to see what I would do. This went
on for maybe half an hour neither one of us saying anything and I actually almost fell asleep.

“Do you want to go to bed now sweetie”? I opened my eyes and said “No why” He said “You were sleeping”.
“No I wasn’t” I said. He laughed and said “come here and snuggle”. I slid over to him and he put his arm
around me with my head on his chest and just like a hundred times before I figured I would go to sleep.

In that position I had a perfect view of his lap and he couldnt tell if my eyes were open or closed but I
know he knew and was giving me the opportunity to look without having to pretend. His robe was open and he wasnt
as hard as he had been before. His cock was laying to the side over the top of his robe. I just looked at it…
I could hear his heart beating really fast and as I looked he started to get hard. He wasnt even masturbating
but it was just growing while I looked at it. I remember thinking how cool looking that was just watching it get big
like that.

After a couple minutes I lifted up my head and asked him “Daddy why is your penis doing that”?
He looked at me and said “It happens when adults get excited it’s normal”. “It’s ok if you touch it but
you cant tell mom she would get mad”.

“I won’t” I said. I didnt even ask why basically because I really just wanted to touch it. I poked it with my finger
and remember it bouncing back and forth. I remember a little drop of what I thought was pee coming out and sliding
down the head of his cock. I didnt really want to touch that. “Here, like this” he said and took my little
hand and wrapped it around his cock and moved it up and down while he held my hand on it. It felt so hard and
hot to me it was just neat and different I know to him it was much more than that.

He took his hand away and I just remember squeezing it not really up and down just squeezing it for a second and
I took my hand off and asked him if it hurt. He said “No it’s ok it feels good”. “Sweetie i love you you know that right”?
“yeah” I said. “Take off your pajama bottoms for me ok”? He said. I asked why. He said “just do it ok”. Not in a mean way
or anything. I took them off.

I know this is a story that I will post on an erotica site. However since I am not a professional writer and this isnt so much
a story as a telling of something that happened, I really dont think I have to go into detail as to what I looked like
uder my pajama bottoms at 7 years old. Needless to say if you don’t know why men want us to shave our pussies
maybe this telling will help you figure it out.

He really didnt say much after that. He looked at me staring at my bald little pussy I was on my knees next to him on the couch.
I remember him looking between my legs, his face was red.

I remember him lifting me up and setting me down on his lap facing towards him.

I remember him spreading my legs on either side of his lap so my pussy was right on top of his cock.

I remember him laying my head on his chest.

I remember how hot his cock felt on my little pussy

I remember his one arm around my back holding me tight

I remember his other hand on my bottom pushing my pussy down on his cock

I remember his cock sliding back and forth on my pussy not penetrating me

I remember not being scared

I remember him saying “so soft”

I remember feeling his cock twitching when he came

I remember him letting go of my back and pushing me back a little so he could see himself coming

I remember looking down and seeing him coming on his stomach and what it looked like

Lastly I remember him moving me up and down on his cock and his come and the warm wet feeling between my legs.

Yes there was conversation and yes there was confusion. No I never told anyone and yes there were other things that happened.
Whether or not I decide to keep writing about them or not I guess will depend on “my” reaction and others reaction
after posting this.