I had a horrible childhood.  My parents divorced when I was four and my mother remarried.  I hated him, my mother couldn't see it but he bullied me at every opportunity.  The other thing was I was shuttled back and forth between my mother and my father.  I preferred it at my father's but he had little time with me and often I was farmed out to whoever he was seeing at the time.  Some were quite nice, others no so much.


Then at fifteen I had a huge row with my step father that resulted in him hitting me in front of my mother.  I rang my father who came and got me.  There was some pushing and shoving between my father and my step father.  The next day my father rang social services and told them about my stepfather.  He also talked to a solicitor regarding being my sole guardian.  When I went to school he went to my mothers and collected everything I owned and brought it to his house.


I must admit he stepped up to the mark and made much more effort to look after me.  He had lots of friends and several girlfriends.  One I really liked, but sadly five or six months of being with my father they had a big row and I was pretty sure it was over me.  She left and I never saw her again.  There seemed a trickle of new girlfriends coming and going.


Time seemed to fly by and shortly I had left school and started an apprenticeship.  I was loving it and the new freedom I had as my father relaxed his parental role and let me come and go pretty freely.  I remember having just turning eighteen and getting my first car.   I had been out for the evening and had gotten home fairly late and as jumped into bed I could hear this moaning.  There was no mistaking the moaning of a woman getting a good shagging and from the noises, my father was giving someone a good seeing to.


It was far from the first time I had heard my father shagging one of his girlfriends.  This particular evening I had had my way with one of the girls that hung around my mates and I.   It was good fun and just that.  I didn't expect to see her again, well not as a girlfriend.  Still excited from my evening I ended up wanking while listening to dads latest girlfriend moaning and groaning her way through several orgasms.


Next morning I all but bumped into dads friend as I came out the toilet.    I was stunned, not just because she was a real stunner, also because of her age and who she was.  Carey was a few years above me in school and I guessed she was probably between twenty and twenty one.  She looked just as shocked as I was and scurried back into dad's room.   I couldn't believe that my father was shagging a  girl young enough to be his daughter.  He was forty three to Carey's twenty one at the most.  The thought gave me another erection.


It was more than a bit awkward at breakfast as dad soon realized that I knew Carey as we talked about school and our old teachers.  I was off to work and so was Carey, and as she worked near where I did, I gave her a lift.  I expected Carey to just be one of dads one offs.  Not so, she was soon spending more and more time at ours.  Her moaning and groaning seemed to get louder every time she stayed.  I wondered if that was for my benefit.   It seemed strange that I had far more in common with Carey than my father yet it was he that was getting to screw her.


Then I was out with my mates when we run into Carey and some of her mates in a nightclub.  Of course I started to chat with Carey and my mates wanted to know where I knew her from as did several of her mates.  I told them I knew her from school.  I was to embarrassed to tell them my father was shagging her, somehow it didn't feel right.  Of course my mates were expecting me to try it on with her, as were her friends.  I asked her to dance and to get away from her friends asking her about me she agreed.


On the dance floor when a suitable track was being played I grabbed her and pulled her in close to me.  At fist I was just fondling her arse.   I thought that would stop my mates gossiping.  Instead it made things worse because Carey lent in and kissed me.  Of course I kissed her back and it turned into a full tongue twister.  Later in front of both hers and my friends I offered her a lift home.  I thought she just went along with my suggestion to silence her mates.  As I pulled away from the carpark, Carey told me that she had arranged to stay at our house with my dad that night.  She asked me to drop her off at the end of our road and get home separately.


That told me that my dad didn't know where she was or what she was up to, especially swapping tongues with me.  This was on the Friday night and I was in bed before Carey got in and I listened to my dad fucking her again.  I woke and was up early.  My father was also up early and informed me his plans for the day had changed and he was now going to have to work and could I entertain Carey.  I liked the idea of that, having heard how he entertained her the previous night.  Then he was off to work.


A bit later Carey appeared in the kitchen in just panties and one of my dads shirts.  As she moved I could see her tits through the areas between the straining buttons.  Over breakfast Carey asked me not to say anything about the previous night to my father.  I'm pretty sure she caught me looking at her straining tits and her perky nipples.  Then after breakfast we both needed to get changes as I was still in my Pj's and Cary was barely covered.  I followed Carey up the stairs looking directly at her arse.  What a fine arse it was.


I just had to reach out and stoke it.  It was firm and hot to the touch.  Carey turned round to tell me I was a bad boy.  As she was several steps up the stairs I was now looking straight at her camel toe stretching the flimsy material.  Again I reached out and stoked her pussy this time.  I heard Carey gasp and then sigh.  I took this to mean that she liked it so I stroked her pussy some more.  She didn't stop me so my next move was to bury my face in her panty clad pussy.


She was hot and smelt great and I slipped her panties to one side to give access for my tongue to get at her pussy.  As I dipped my tongue in her pussy it suddenly occurred to me that I might be lapping some of my dads spunk from her pussy.  Mind that didn't stop me.  Then as she groaned Carey's legs started to give way and she was soon laid on the landing with her legs dangled down the stairs.  I took my chance and freeing my cock from my PJ's slipped it straight into Carey's hot tight pussy.


Carey was now making the moans and groans that I had laid in bed many nights listening to, only it was me and my cock that was causing her to make those noises.  With Carey moaning I was lost in the bliss of lustful sex.  There was no thoughts of protection or that she was my fathers girlfriend as I pounded her and then filled her pussy with my cum.  We made love twice more before we showered and finally dressed.


When dad arrived home he seemed please with himself and took us out for a meal to a small pub well out of town.  We had barely started eating when one of dads work colleagues arrived with his wife.  He came over and my dad introduced us as his son and girlfriend.   I noticed that he didn't say who's girlfriend and left his colleague with the impression that Carey was my girlfriend.  It was obvious he was conscious and perhaps embarrassed of the age difference.


As we left my father stopped to talk to his colleague and Carey and I continued on to the car.   I commented to her that my father had let his colleague think that she was my girlfriend.  She said that on another occasion he has told someone she was his daughter.   That made me a little angry, but I kept it to myself.


That night in bed I listened to them making love, and I got real excited knowing that I had also fucked her and knew what it felt like having my cock in her pussy and seeing her face scrunched up as she reached orgasm.  The fact that she locked her legs behind my back and the ways that she touched me only got me more excited and I ended up wanking to the pace they were setting.


A few days later we were alone again and I made a move on Carey. She told me we shouldn't, but made no moves to stop me removing her dress and sucking her tits and I explored her pussy with my fingers.  She even pleaded with me when I put her on all fours and teased her with my cock, running it all over her pussy without putting it in.  Then when I finally did she told me to fuck her harder.  Again I came deep in her lovely pussy.


That started an affair, and at every opportunity we would suck and fuck each other whenever my father wasn't around.  I don't think he had a clue as Carey seemed more than happy for me to have fucked her several times and still perform for my father later.  I started to resent him using Carey and the way he treated her.  I heard him and even overheard him several times calling Carey my girlfriend in front of others.  Carey didn't seem to mind or care but I did as she could have done much better then him and the way he treated her.


Then the rows started.  He would accuse her of seeing someone else.  She was, she was seeing me, but he would accuse her of flirting with this guy or that guy.  I didn't know it but Carey had talked about wanting to start trying for a baby with him.  She told me that he had said no way.  He was adamant that he didn't want any more children and even said that  I was an accident that he would have preferred never happened.  No I was really angry with him.


Just before Cary's thirtieth birthday she again asked my father about babies,  He was even more adamant that he didn't want them.  Unknown to me, or dad, she had stopped taking her pills.  We had another family night out  and over dinner she told my father that he was going to be a dad.  He went ape shit on her calling her a silly cow and a stupid whore.  Carey was in tears and I stepped in and tried to defend her.  That made things worse and he told her when we got home to pack her stuff and leave.  I started to say something and he turned his anger at me, "and you can pack up your shit and get out as well.  You've been sponging on me long enough."   That wasn't true as I had been paying my way and keep for quite some time.


As we had driven there in my car, Carey and I left him sat in the restaurant and went home and packed.  A few hours later we were in a hotel in the sleazy end of town.  It took us a few days to find and rent a house and move in, and even longer to start buying our own house.    Three months later we got married.  We invited just a few friend, my mother and Carey's parents to the wedding.  I spotted my dad in the background watching us.  He must have guessed that I had been sleeping with Carey long before he kicked us out.


Carey gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl.  Over the coming years we had two more children.  To this day I don't know if our first child was mine or his.  Not that it matters I love her regardless and just the same as I love our other two.   My sad father tried reaching out to us.  We cut him off dead and made sure that  he understood that neither of us wanted anything to do with him any more.


Although I have memories of Carey with my father I put them to one side as I love Carey and our love has only gotten deeper the longer we have been together.