Sinful Whore

I squirmed with excitement all through breakfast, and not just because my panties were a sodden mess. I couldn’t wait. So I was thrilled when we finished breakfast and we could get going. Only we weren’t leaving right away. Daddy had work at the church. He told me to be there after lunch.

Which left me helping Mother with the spring cleaning around the house. We polished the silverware while I stared at her and shook my head. She didn’t like sex. And poor Daddy had to find it from other women to satisfy the desires awoken by sinful harlots. If she would just be a whore, like me, then Daddy never would have cheated on her.

But then I never would have learned all about sex and how wonderful Daddy’s cock was.

So maybe it was for the best that she was a tight ass, as Deacon Bill put it.

Finally, lunch past, I was at the church and climbing into Daddy’s Buick. It was an older car my parents bought in the early Fifties when I was a kid, but Daddy took great care of it. I sat on the passenge