From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Appearances   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         "Am I doing it right Daddy?"   
         I grinned as I heard the question come from my daughter's   
   room.  I had just came back into the house after stopping in the   
   driveway, when I found myself almost on the road, wearing a short   
   little dress, but no panties.  Around the house, this might be   
   OK, but when meeting with members of the local church, one has to   
   keep up appearances.  I was just passing my daughter's bedroom,   
   on the way to slip on a pair,  when I heard Karen talking to her   
   father.  Curious as to what Dan was teaching the little girl THIS   
   time, I peeked into her bedroom.   
         It seemed that my husband was always teaching our little   
   girls something.  From how to ride a bike, to making a kite, or   
   even how to fix a leaky faucet.  Dan was always willing to show   
   you how to do it.  Already, either of the girls could unplug a   
   sink, or rewire a lamp just as well as any boy, including their   
   older brother, Mike.  Better than most, in fact.  The previous   
   week, Dan had taken the motor for the lawnmower apart, while the   
   two girls watched.  He then had THEM put it back together; under   
   his supervision of course.  Karen and Diane had come back into   
   the house with black faces, and hands that could have been an   
   advertisement for the Mafia.  I don't know who had been more   
   proud, the girls, or Dan, when the old motor started on the first   
   pull.  So, you can see that it would be no surprise for me to   
   find my husband showing either or both of our daughters how to do   
   something.  I wondered what it was this time.   
         Curious, I peeked a little harder into the bedroom, before   
   Dan and Karen came into focus.  Dan was standing beside the bed,   
   naked; and Karen was sitting on it in front of him, also naked.   
   This in itself, was no surprise, as the whole family ran around   
   the house in the "altogether" all the time.  The only time anyone   
   cared if they were dressed or undressed, was if we had a guest   
   over.  A couple of Karen's friends had been a little shook up,   
   when we treated them like family, and Mike had walked in on them   
   naked.   
         By now, we knew who would be shocked, and who wouldn't.   
   Also, the children were older and more careful, so the only   
   friends who ever saw any of us naked any more, were those who we   
   already knew wouldn't be upset.  As I said, casual nudity was the   
   norm at our house.  With 65 acres of land, a tall fence in front,   
   and neighbors who believed that what you did on your land, was   
   your business, we never worried about clothes in, or even out of   
   our house.  Only when we went out to the store, or to visit, or   
   something, did we make sure to wear "appropriate" attire.  Most   
   of our friends knew this, and many's the time I saw 14 or 15   
   naked kids splashing in the pool, or playing tag in the back of   
   the barn.   
         As I said, seeing my husband and daughter both nude in her   
   bedroom, didn't ring any bells of alarm, like it might have in   
   some households.  Not only was it normal for one or all of us to   
   be undressed, but I knew how much my husband loved our little   
   girls; and I would never have imagined him molesting them, if I   
   hadn't caught him red-handed.   
      
      
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         I wondered what Karen was looking at in her father's lap,   
   that was so interesting.  The little girl had her face so close   
   to him, that you might almost have thought she was sucking him   
   off.  I grinned at the thought, and was about to announce myself,   
   and tell Dan the obscene thought that had run through my head.   
         I figured that Dan would get a kick out of it.  Karen   
   sucking him off indeed!  I grinned to myself, and opened my mouth   
   to say something, when Karen pulled away from her father.  There   
   was an obscene "Slurp," as the little girl's lips puckered around   
   her father's penis as she pulled back.   
         "How was that, Daddy?" she asked.  "Did I do it right?"   
         The little girl licked the tip of her father's cock, before   
   popping the head back into her mouth like a lollipop.  I could   
   hear faint "Mmmmmm." sounds from my daughter's lips, as she   
   tickled the tip of her father's cock with her tongue, and pursed   
   her lips just behind the glans.   
         My mouth, which I had opened to joke with my husband stayed   
   open in astonishment.  "Why that sonavabitch!" I thought to   
   myself.  "I'll KILL the bastard!"  I was about to tear into the   
   room screaming, when I remembered a story I had read, where a   
   little girl had been caught having sex with her uncle.  In the   
   story (I'm not sure if it was a true one, or not.) the little   
   girl had been damaged more by the accusations, and fighting that   
   took place between her uncle and mother, than by having sex with   
   her uncle.  The little girl had been so scared by all the bad   
   reactions, that she had ended up frigid for life, unable to enjoy   
   a normal sex life with anyone.   
         I didn't want that to happen to Karen.  I decided I'd better   
   not interrupt them, as I would probably lose my temper, and maybe   
   hurt Karen by accident.   
         I grit my teeth, and held myself back by sheer force of   
   will.  Maybe I wouldn't stop Dan THIS time, but for sure there   
   would never be another when I finished with him.  I wondered how   
   long he had been molesting the little girl, and what method he   
   was using to force her to perform such an obscene act with her   
   own father.  I almost boiled at the thought of the man I thought   
   I had loved, forcing his own daughter to suck him off.   
         He was going to pay, and pay, and pay!  I wondered just how   
   much of a hold he had on the little girl, to force her to do   
   this.  Whatever it was, I figured that I would use it against   
   him.   
         My rage at the thought of what my husband had been doing to   
   make Karen do such a nasty thing was almost overwhelming.  (No, I   
   don't think fellatio is all that bad.  On occasion, I did it for   
   Dan, just because I loved him.)  Well no more!  I resolved, that   
   from then on, the only sex my husband would get, was from his own   
   hand.  That is, unless he wanted spend the rest of his life   
   behind bars.  I was almost mad enough to put him there as it was.   
         The thought of my husband forcing our little girl to suck   
   him off, was so disgusting, that if it wasn't for the thought   
   that I might hurt Diane and Karen worse by divorcing him, I would   
   have been on the phone already.   
      
      
      
      
      
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         Steeling myself, I backed around the corner, where I could   
   observe my husband through the crack between the door and the   
   jamb, without being seen.  I wanted to make sure that Dan didn't   
   hurt Karen, before he was through.  If I heard one little yelp of   
   pain from my daughter, then all bets were off!  I'd rescue the   
   little girl, if I had to Kill my husband to do it.  The way I was   
      
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