"I always have," she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Whatever you say, Daddy."
Already she was beginning what she called "the mushies". The mushies came over her boy, making her feel passive and willing and eager whenever it was almost time to have sex with her father, which was often. Ever since she had been twelve and her father had indoctrinated her young body to the pleasures of sex, she felt this same anticipatory tingle run through her body when she was all alone with her Daddy just prior to bedtime. She listened to the water running in the tub and knew that in a few minutes she would be in the hot water and Daddy would be scrubbing her back, cleansing her carefully from head to toe, and then she would wash him too, everywhere, and then they would laugh and fondle each other's genitals before drying and getting into the king-size bed to make love. Fucking Daddy and doing all the beautiful things they did to each other was even better than getting applause on stage because it was their very special secret.
Actually, it was an extra quantity of applause a long time ago – that had led to her first sexual experience with Daddy. Her mother was a hopeless alcoholic and no longer traveled with them, so after the divorce it was just herself and Daddy. They traveled alone then, making a meager living in the lesser clubs across the country. She and Daddy slept in separate rooms then and money was scarce. She remembered vividly that night Daddy had come into her room wearing a shabby robe and slippers and sat down on the bed beside her. She was just beginning to get breasts then and the critics were beginning to call her things like a "remarkably talented young girl" and a "refreshing novelty on the country-western musical scene".
She had broken in a few numbers that night and the audience had responded particularly well. She had even had a standing ovation which had pleased her and made her cry with joy backstage after. Listening to the water running in the bathroom now, her mind raced back to that momentous night when she was twelve.
She was there again and she could hear her father's words dearly, as though he had spoken them only yesterday.
"Well, my darling," he had said, "you proved that you're star material tonight. I was talking to Gil Turner after the performance and he thinks he can get us considerably more money from now on. That means we'll, be staying in better hotels and not having to skimp any more. I think such applause deserves a reward. After all, you're not just a little girl any more."
A first, Sherry had been surprised, even a little shocked, when her father had slipped out of his robe and climbed into bed beside her. But as he held her close, cuddling her and massaging her back as he spoke of the wonderful future that lay ahead for both of them, she loved the warmth of his body and reassuring words and for the first time she had felt truly secure.
"Yes," he had said, "you deserve a reward – a very special reward – because you gave a splendid performance tonight and because you're old enough now to know better than to mention our personal affairs with anybody, absolutely anybody. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," she replied, feeling for the first time a man's erection pressing against her tummy. She felt no fear because she trusted Daddy and his warm hands that stroked her hair and back and bottom and, finally her budding breasts. She liked the nice things he was telling her about what a good girl she had been, and when he kissed and sucked on the nubs of her breasts she knew that he must love her very much to give her such a nice reward for tonight's applause.
"Yes, you're getting to be a big girl now," he said, "and it's time you learned a few very personal and private things. Private and secret things. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said, feeling her breath coming faster and Daddy's, too. He kissed her for a long time on the cheek as he tongued her breasts and ran his hands adoringly over her entire body. Then be kissed her full on the lips and told her he would always love his beautiful, beautiful daughter. She said she loved him too and that was the first time she had gone all mushy inside. Mushy was the only way she could describe it.
When he told her to lay on her back and spread her legs a little she obeyed willingly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. And that was when she really fell in love with Daddy. She lay there on her back with her legs apart while he gently rubbed the mound where she was beginning to get hair, just above her hole. He did that for a long time, and it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. He rubbed her legs and knees too and patted her bottom. His hand sort of half-tickled, half-rubbed all up and down her lower body, especially up and down the inside of her legs, until she thought she would die if he didn't touch her hole.