1. My Life, My Choice Chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie


    Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Female Solo, Written by women, Author: Kellyann1993, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    My Life, My Choice chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie I entered and yelled, “Mom, I’m home.” “We are in the kitchen, kiddo,” my mother replied. I entered the kitchen to find my mother sitting at the table with a man sitting across from her. The man stood up from his chair as I went to my mother. I kissed her on her cheek then turned and looked upward to the man, as he was much taller than I was. This man was a big person as he stood about 6’3” with short blonde hair and blue eyes, both, which matched mine perfectly. He wore jeans with army boots and his muscular chest filled out the black tee shirt he wore. I stared at his muscular arm as he extended it out to me to shake my hand. “You must be Kelly,” “I am John and your mother did not tell me you were as lovely as she is,” John said smiling. I just stood there staring at the snake tattoo upon his forearm. It seemed to move as he flexed his arm shaking my hand. I also noticed two big round scars beside that tattoo and scars on his hand as he drew his arm back I saw the same two marks on the under side of his arm. I tried to think of what could have left such a scar like those. What ever had made those scars had gone through one side and out the other side of his arm. I stood there just looking at the size of this man before me I had not noticed just how big he was in the photos I had seen. My mother finally said, “Remember your manners, Kelly.” “Sorry mom,” I said looking to her. I looked back to John and added, “Nice ...
    to meet you John and you can call me Kiddo.” John smiled at me as he replied, “You got it Kiddo,” as he sat back down in his chair. “Is that your car outside?” I asked him. “You mean “Annie” yes she is my car,” John replied smiling. “ANNIE, you mean that is Annie?” I asked looking at my mother. I then looked to John and asked, “Annie, why is your car named that?” “Don’t ask so many questions,” my mother said. John replied, “That is OK, her name is Annie because that was the name by mother gave her when she belonged to her.” “Your mother used to drive a car like that,” I said in wonder. John smiled and replied, “My mother and father used to restore and build cars for a living and Annie was the very first car they ever restored together.” “They used to build,” “Why did they stop?” I asked. “KELLY,” my mother said in a harsh tone. “It’s OK Linda,” John replied. John told us a story that had my mother and me in tears. A story about the love his parents had for each other and their love affair with cars. John explained that at the age of eighteen he joined the army. He went off into the service while his parents ran their business of restoring cars from home and the garage workshop attached to their home. John explained he had served almost eight years in the services and was going to get out when his time was done. He looked at my mother as he added that he had served two 4-year enlistments in honor of friends he had lost. He would be joining his parents again to take over that ...
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