I guess it all started when my daughter was about ten years old. My wife
and I were divorced for about a year by then. We had a rather amicable
divorce considering some of the horror stories some of the guys I worked
with told. In any case she ended up with custody of Jenny, our
daughter. On this day, her mother dropped Jenny off at my apartment for
my weekend visitation. My ex-wife, Amanda and I chatted for a bit than
she kissed Jenny on the cheek and told her to be good. Jenny just
rolled her eyes and whined about always being good which gave both her
mother and I a little chuckle.
Jenny at ten was a very intelligent, bright, and of course, mischievous
little girl. She was very assertive and even at that age, knew how to
manipulate people, especially her "Daddy". The only time she used
"Daddy" was when she wanted something from me or was in big trouble with
her mom and she needed me to be on her side. The rest of the time, she
just called me Dad. I guess it’s fare to say that she had me wrapped
around her little finger. I knew it, but I felt guilty that I wasn't
there for her all the time since the divorce so I guess I over
compensated for my absence.
One thing that she always liked to do was to sit on my lap while we
watched TV together. We always watched football together but we also
liked watching the movies on cable as well. Of course, she always
wanted to use her "Daddy" as a recliner. Sometimes it got uncomfortable
for me, especially as she got older, but she would look at me with those
puppy dog eyes and the pout and say,
"Oh please Daddy?"
Of course I always gave in. This time was no different.
We finished eating dinner and began settling in for the evening. She
had just finished her shower and came bounding into the living room in
her favorite sleeping outfit; a San Francisco 49’s football jersey that
came just below her cute upturned butt, little white cotton panties, and
socks, folded down to her ankles. The football jersey was one of those
cut-off ones so the length fit her fine (just below the tops of her
thighs), but the sleeves came all the way down to her wrists. She
looked absolutely gorgeous with her light brown hair with striking, sun
bleached, blonde streaks, now plastered down wetly over her shoulder and
framing the pixie little features of her face. Thick, dark, expressive,
eye brows curved over her big, sparkling, hazel eyes that had the look
of innocence and mischievous intent all at the same time. Her smooth
long legs, that seemed to get longer every time I saw her, reached out
from under the hem of her outfit. She’d always had an air of
nonchalance to her. An unawareness of her beauty that made her even
more beautiful. Right then, I could easily imagine Amanda at her age
looking just like her.
There was some movie on cable that she had wanted to watch so we made
some popcorn together and sunk into the couch for the movie. Before
long she climbed into my lap with the popcorn on hers and wiggled down
on to me. She turned her head, looking up at me with an impish smile.
"You comfy?" I said.
Her grin widened, giggled, then turned back to the movie, hand to mouth
with more popcorn.
During the movie (I still can’t remember a thing about it) she kept
wiggling around in my lap eating her popcorn. She’d occasionally turn
with a hand full of popcorn in her hand, and feed it to me. Sometimes
she’d drop some of it, which would fall between us. She’d giggle
teasingly and say,
"Daddy, your such a messy eater", then fish her little hand between us
groping to retrieve the fallen popped kernels.
I could feel her searching fingers wiggling around between my legs and
behind her butt, the back of her hand pressing against my balls. My
cock immediately sprang to life, growing hard and long, like a viper
awaken from its lair. I was shocked at the suddenness of my erection,
not to mention that it was my ten year old baby girl that was the cause.
I froze, not knowing what to do. I shifted to one side, turning my hips
slightly, hoping to encourage Jenny to change her position to one lap or
the other so that she couldn’t feel my now rock hard shaft thumping
between her panty clad ass cheeks. Jenny on the other hand had made her
mind up that she liked it just where she was and turned to frown at me
and gave a disapproving whine, wiggling her ass harder down on my crotch
for emphasis. My heart was beating like a racehorse.
"My god, she must of felt my hard throbbing cock just then, what the
hell am I going to say to her." I thought.
My mind was in a panic, trying furiously to think up something, anything
to say. All the while admonishing myself for being sexually aroused by
my own daughter, trying fruitlessly to will my cock to go soft. Nothing
coming to mind, and fighting a loosing battle with my renegade member, I
waited for the inevitable.
I didn’t know what Jenny was thinking or how she might react. Did she
know anything about sex? Has her mother spoken to her about the "birds
and the bees"? Would she scream, glare at me accusingly and hate me
forever? All of it was racing through my mind in an instant and for
what seemed an eternity.
Just then, Jenny turned her head, squirming as she did, and smiled that
familiar mischievous smile. I glanced down at her beautiful laughing
eyes and nervously smiled back at her. Did she notice anything? Had
she turned and smiled at me knowingly or was it just a smile of victory
in the battle for seating position? I didn’t know and my cock didn’t
care. All "it" felt was the warmth of Jenny’s soft, supple ass cheeks
encased around it. A shift of her body causing renewed enthusiasm as
her ass wiggled and glided over its length. I could feel the pre-cum
gurgling up through my shaft and oozing out from the tip.
I then noticed something that had escaped my panic stricken mind. I had left my copy of the Book of Mormon on the outside patio. The Book of Mormon is the word of God, like the Bible. It is Holy Scripture, with form and content similar to that of the Bible. Both books contain God's guidance as revealed to prophets as well as religious histories of different civilizations. While the Bible is written by and about the people in the land of Israel and surrounding areas, and takes place from the creation of the world until shortly after the death of Jesus Christ, the Book of Mormon contains the history and God’s dealings with the people who lived in the Americas between approximately 600 BC and 400 AD. The prophets in the Book of Mormon recorded God's dealings with His people, which were compiled by a prophet named Mormon onto gold plates.
Before these faithful Christians perished, their record was safely hidden away. Joseph Smith obtained these ancient records in 1827, and with the gift and power of God Joseph was able to translate the ancient writings into what we have today. The Book of Mormon, along with the Bible, testifies that Jesus Christ is our divine Redeemer and that by living according to His gospel we can find peace in this life and eternal happiness in the life to come.
