When I was 7 my Mom died and it was Just my Dad and I. I was all he had and he was all I had. He used to call me his little princess and I called him Papa Bear. My Dad was also very lonely since my Mom died. I felt bad for him I could tell he was hurting but I didn't know what to do. A few months after my Mom died I was in bed and it was late and I was trying to go to sleep but wasn't yet there and my Dad came into my room. He always turned the light on when he came into my room and this time he didn't and at first I was scared that it wasn't really him. But then I could see his face and knew it was him but he had a funny look on his face and I got kind of nervious and just pretended I was asleep.

He sat down on my bed and slid his hand up under the sheet and I felt his hand touch my knee. Then he moved his hand up my thigh. He was very gentle. His touch was soft and delicate and and it gave me goose bumps. I kept my eyes closed and just let myself go limp. I wasn't scared anymore because I felt his love and affection through that touch. His hand slid up my thigh further and reached my pussy. I never wore panties under my nighty because my Mom just never had me wear panties under my nighty or PJs. His finger carressing my pussy lips was the absolute most pleasurable experience of my life up to that point and I just could not believe how good it felt. I did not want him to stop under any circumstance. He didn't. He just kept carressing with his finger up and down dipping down into my slit a little. I wanted to spread my legs much wider to accomidate more fingers and further exploration but I was afraid that if I moved I would scare him into leaving and he would stop and never do it again. I knew what he was doing was called molesting and realized that my Dad was a phile and I knew he was breaking the law but I had no intention of ever telling anyone.

It was like he was reading my mind. He pulled the covers back completely and gently spread my legs wide apart. I felt a sense of releaf now that I didn't have to figure out how to get my legs spread without scaring off Dad. Then all at once all his fingers and both thumbs started to tickle and carress all over my pussy and thighs and lower belly and then pure magic. He knelt down and kissed my pussy lips. Then if that wasn't enough, he started licking. He stuck his tongue in my bum and licked up through my slit and back down again and just licked me over and over while his fingers carressed me and I thought I was going to die from too much pleasure.

Then I began to feel wave after wave hit me all over and I had my first orgasm. My dad was surprised and jumped back away from me. When I recovered I realized my dad was gone from my room. I curled up in a ball and began to cry. Not because of what my Dad did but because I was afraid I had just frightened him away from every comming back and doing it again, that and this was the closest and most intimate moment I had ever had with my dad and it just caused my love for him to explode a thousand fold.

We didn't talk about it both pretending it didn't happen then I got an idea. Two days after after all this happened I relized my Dad was not comming back for an encore and I hatched the idea that I would tell him I had the most wonderful magical dream two nights before but couldn't really remember much of it but I wish I got the same kind of dream again. Well that worked. That night Dad came back and repeated the whole thing all over. Only this time I kept my self sprawled on top of the bed with my legs spread as wide as I could with my nightie hiked up above my waste again with no panties. Dad always told me I looked cute and adorable in pigtails. I didn't really care about them one way or another though I pretty much stopped putting my hair in pigtails the last couple of years and just opted for a single pony tail mostly out of convenience but I remembered my Dad loved seeing me in pigtails and so I put my hair in pigtails for the event. I wasn't sure if he would be visiting me that night or not but I wanted to be prepaired and hoped he would and he did not disapoint.

This time when I had an orgasm he didn't flinch and didn't stop licking me and kept going right through and past my second and third orgasm and I fell asleep for real while my Dad licked my up and down and I really did have wonderfully magical dreams that night.

The next morning I told my Dad I had that dream again and it was even better this time. After that I had that same dream every night for many years right up to the day I left for college.

I came back to visit my Dad lots of times after that but never lived with him again and eventually got married and raised my own family though I never did with my children what my Dad did with me. What we had was truly special but the world wouldn't understand and as much as I wanted to do for my kids what my Dad did for me I was genuinely concerned about the legal ramifications. It was a miracle that my Dad never got caught though of course I would never have told.

Then my Dad got sick. My kids were old enough to mostly care for themselves with their Dad's help so I went back home to take care of my Dad. I got there and he had lost a lot of weight since I had seen him last a few months ago. It was cancer and there was little chance he would survive the remainder of the year.

the first night I had an idea. A couple of hours after my Dad went to bed I put my hair up into pigtails and stripped naked. I snuck into my Dad's room and pulled back the covers and leaned over and kissed his penis. He didn't stir so I bent over and just took his whole penis in my mouth and sucked him hard and just bobbed up and down giving him my best blow job ever while gently carressing his balls and the rest of his body. After a while he stiffened up and shot a load in my mouth. IT tasted kind of odd so I didn't swallow it, spitting it out when I left the room. I covered my Dad back up and tucked him in and kissed his forhead and went to bed.

Two weeks later we burried my Dad.