Story - My Father Impregnated Me (Part 1)
The story of my
life is a lesson to mothers of our days. The title of my story would have been
better if it was “The Carelessness Of My Mother”, but I chose this title for
some reasons.
My mum told me
to stop sleeping in her room since I was two years old neither will I sleep in
the children’s room but my father’s room. At a time, everyone started calling
me the wife of my father, “iyawo baba e”. I grew up to understand what love is
all about because my father showed me unreserved love. Sometimes I wouldn’t
sleep except I sleep on my father’s chest; his chest became my comfort and bed.
My father cannot withstand anyone beating me, not even my mother. The major
quarrels I witnessed between my father and my mother were because my mother
beat me and my father was not happy about it. There were times they kept malice
for days just because of me.
My father wass a
successful engineer, a tall handsome man with charming voice. He sings in the
choir. He is such a nice man that all and sundry will love to be with because
he is also caring. He is tender hearted and jovial. He gives me virtually
everything I had ever wanted, including those that were detrimental to my growth
as a girl child.
There were many things he bought for me without my mother’s knowledge. He had packets of chocolate under his bed that my mother wasn’t aware of for many years. He served me two or three chocolate every night before sleep.
There were many things he bought for me without my mother’s knowledge. He had packets of chocolate under his bed that my mother wasn’t aware of for many years. He served me two or three chocolate every night before sleep.
I love playing
with my father’s beards because they were well laid around his jaw. I sat on
his lap and played with his beards anytime I was angry; it had a way of
pacifying my anger. When I turned six, I realized that anytime I sat on my
father’s laps he always had erection. As a child, I never knew what erection
was or what it meant because we never had a brother neither did anybody told us
anything about erection. I loved it when I see his manhood struggling around
his boxer. Then I began to play with his manhood anytime I see it rise. My
father loved it when I played with it but he will never allow me do it whenever
my mother was around. My father’s manhood became my toy and any day I didn’t
play with it, he reminds me. “Nike you’ve not played with daddy’s toy”. When he
noticed my mother may get to know one day, we restricted the toy play only to
bedtime.
Fast forwarding,
when I became ten, my father will instruct me to suck his manhood until he
e--------s. That continued until I was thirteen. It became an everyday affair,
no sucking, no chocolate. I became so addicted and inseparable to my father.
Nobody ever educated me that what I was doing with my father was wrong. He kept
assuring me of his love towards me. Of course, I had no doubt because he showed
it. Anytime my father traveled, I will be sick all through and get well as soon
as he arrived. My love for my father was exceptional. He could tolerate my
excesses to a fault. My father was a good man I knew.
Are you getting
irritated already? The story just began….
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