Little Book of Bedtime Stories

I offered the case, day, and date marlr'3d over each slot, for his inspection. Holding the pants up with one hand, he took it and read: ONE DAILY TO PREVENT UNWANTED PREGNANCY. Daddy coughed. He tossed the case onto the bed. He buttoned the pants, zipped the fly, and said, "I… I still can't fuck you." "Why not now?" I yelped, outraged, wanting to choke him. "I… I don't know why," he shouted, hand-. some dark face going from olive to deep red, and avoided my eyes. "Chrissakes! I tried, Kathie. That day on the sofa. Don't you think I wanted to? You're so fuckin' soft and tight down there… so fuckin' good. But as my joint went in… as your pussy began to nip the head of my cock… just when it was getting really good, I thought, Christ! This is Kitty-Kat you're plowing… your little girl… the kid whose diapers you changed and told bedtime stories to." He stared at me mournfully. Wow! I thought. Daddy wasn't wrapped too tight upstairs, either! He and Mummy sure had some goofy ideas about sex. Momentarily I wondered if the entire over-thirty generation was knotty upstairs ...»