Chapter 1

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Sam Jennings was a lucky man, and he knew it. As he stood at the kitchen window and watched his 17-year-old daughter Lisa splashing around in the backyard pool with a group of her girlfriends, he knew that he was indeed a lucky man in more ways than one. Lisa was the only child of him and his wife Miriam, and they had been very careful in how they raised her. They took great pains not to spoil her because she was the only child, but they were also just as careful not to be too strict with her as well. Both he and his wife had a fairly liberal point of view on most things, child-rearing being one of them, and now it appeared that their efforts had paid off in spades.

While most parents of a 17-year-old child, male or female, were looked upon as being “square” and “out of touch” with their kids and the world in general, viewed by their kids as being nothing more than a couple of old folks who did more to inhibit them and keep them from having fun like they wanted to, Lisa thought the exact opposite and had told them so on more than one instance. Lisa had grown up into a responsible, intelligent, and very mature young lady who considered her parents to be two of her best friends. There was absolutely nothing that she felt she couldn’t talk about with her parents, and they had taken great pains to have just that kind of relationship with their only child. This was especially helpful when it came time to explain the “birds and the bees” to Lisa; a conversation that most parents and their children would find uncomfortable to say the least was, in their case, an enjoyable conversation which turned into a “question and answer” period. Lisa had asked some very interesting and very sensible questions, and her parents had not hesitated to answer them. The conversation ended up with Sam and Miriam feeling absolutely confident that their daughter was a level-headed young lady who was not going to give them any cause for concern in the sex department.

This was borne out when Lisa approached them a few months ago and asked to be put on birth control. Rather than flip out that their “little girl” was even considering having sex, they were relieved that she was responsible and mature enough to realize that she needed to take precautions “just in case.” When her father had asked her if she needed some condoms to carry in her purse because the pill wouldn’t prevent her from getting an STD, she pleasantly surprised them by reaching into her purse and pulling out a 3 pack of condoms, smiling at her parents as she did so. All three of them laughed at that, and the next day her mother took her to the doctor to put her on the pill.

In addition to being smart as hell and very mature for her age Lisa had also grown into a beautiful young woman, inheriting her looks from her mother. Lisa stood 5’6” tall and weighed in at 110 pounds, with shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute button nose and lips that were not too full and not too thin, but perfect for her face. Her body was lithe and lean, her stomach flat and taut with a tapered waistline that flared out into perfect hips, continuing down to a pair of long, shapely legs that were topped in the rear by a firm, rounded butt. And it also appeared that Lisa had inherited her mother’s bustline as well – at 17 years of age she was wearing a 35D bra, and there was no doubt that her breasts were far from finished growing. When her mother was her age she wore the same size bra, and by the time she was 20 years old she was up to a 36DDD.

Lisa was the spitting image of her mother at that age, and as Sam watched his daughter frolicking in the pool in her bikini, her full breasts bouncing in her bikini top, he felt a sexual attraction to her that any man would have towards a beautiful young woman such as herself, and he told himself again that he had to put that attraction behind him and concentrate on the fact that she was his daughter.

But deep in the recesses of his mind he knew this was getting harder and harder to do the older and more beautiful his daughter got, and the raging erection he now had was proof of that. He looked down at the hard tube of his cock pressing against the leg of his pants and wondered what Lisa’s reaction would be if she saw that. He turned away from the window and went into his den, wondering again if he’d be able to hold out until she finished growing up and moved out.

Lisa saw her dad looking out the kitchen window as she and her friends were playing in the pool, and before she could wave to him she saw him turn and walk away. She was lucky to have him as a dad and her mom as a mom, and she knew it. She had a very open, honest relationship with her parents that all of her friends envied; she could talk to them about anything and everything and considered them two of her closest friends while her teenaged friends all considered their parents the enemy. Her parents treated her like a young adult instead of a child, and she appreciated this more than they knew.

She was especially fond of her father as most young girls are growing up. She had gone through the “crush” stage with him as all pre-pubescent girls do, but now that she was 17 she could look at him as a man as well as her father, and she liked what she saw. She thought her dad was incredibly attractive and sexy as hell; he took care of himself, working out on a regular schedule, and nearly all of her girlfriends had commented that they’d fuck him in a minute if given the chance. The first time one of her friends told her this it surprised her because she’d never really looked at her father in that way. But once she did she surprised herself by deciding that she’d also fuck him in a minute – if he wasn’t her father, that is. And maybe in spite of it, as well; every time she thought about it, she felt her pussy getting wet. This both excited and confused her, so she tried not to think about her father like that; sometimes she was successful, and sometimes not.

Today was one of those days where she wasn’t successful, feeling the familiar sensations of her pussy juices beginning to flow, so she turned and dove under the water to both cool off her libido and take her mind off her father.

The next morning Sam had some errands to run around town, so he was up and out of the house early. It was the middle of the summer and the kids were out of school, so he let Lisa enjoy her summer vacation and sleep in. The night before she had asked him if she could borrow his binoculars for a trip to the lake she was taking with her friends this weekend, so before he left the house he left her a note telling her that they were in a box in the top of the closet in his home office. Sam was a private consultant who worked out of his home, and he’d taken one of the extra rooms in their spacious house and converted it into his office. His wife was a private nurse, also known as an “in-home caregiver,” and her job kept her out of the house for at least eight to ten hours a day, five and six days a week. The hours were long and the hours apart even longer, but the pay was excellent and they always made up for the time apart when she wasn’t working. Today was one of those days when his wife was going to be gone for ten hours, so he was in no rush to get home after running his errands. After putting on his usual casual summer attire of loose-fitting shorts, a polo shirt worn outside of the shorts and a pair of sandals, he left the house to go run his errands.

Lisa got up about an hour after her father had left, stretching her arms above her head and yawning as she woke up. She tossed the covers aside and got up, then walked naked across the room to the window that overlooked the driveway. Both cars were gone, so she knew she had the house to herself. She walked out of her room and down the hall to the bathroom, not bothering to cover up because she knew she was alone. She took a quick shower and did her hair, simply drying it and tying it in a ponytail, before going back to her room and getting dressed. She slipped into a pair of pink thong panties and a white lacy bra which did a pretty good job of holding in her big tits despite being so delicate. Then she put on a pair of khaki safari shorts and a white “middie” t-shirt that stopped about two inches above her belly button, showing off the diamond stud piercing that hung there. To finish her outfit she put on a pair of lightweight nylon hiking boots that were stylish and looked good on her without being clunky. Then she went downstairs to get something to eat.

She saw the note from her father on the table, and after she finished breakfast she went into his home office to get the binoculars. She opened the door to the closet and saw several boxes up on the shelf, all of which were out of her reach, so she returned to the kitchen to get the two-step stool. She came back and put the stool in place, climbed up on it, and reached for the top box. The box was heavier than she thought, and as she pulled it from the shelf she lost her grip on it and the box fell to the floor, the contents spilling out.

“Damn!” she cursed out loud as the contents of the box scattered on the carpet. “Just what I need! I hope I didn’t break anything,” she said to herself, getting down from the stool and kneeling down to start cleaning up the mess.

The first thing she saw was the binoculars in their hard case, so she picked them up and set them off to the side. Then she started to pick up the rest of the items which turned out to be old video cassette tapes, most of which were in hard plastic cases but some of which were in their original packaging, complete with pictures of the movie and actors on the tape. She picked up the ones in the black plastic cases first and put them in the box, then picked up a couple of the others to put them in the box as well. She instinctively turned one of them over to look at the front to see what the movie was, and she smiled as she saw that it was a pornographic movie.

“So my dad watches porn, huh? Cool!” she said out loud to herself, putting the tape in the box and picking up the next one. She turned that one over also, chuckling as she did so, but then she froze and her mouth fell open when she saw the picture of the male actor on the cover.

“Oh, my God!” she whispered, her eyes wide with shock and amazement. “No way ... no fuckin’ way!” she said to herself as she looked at the picture again. Then she picked up the one she had put in the box, saw that the actor on that one was the same, and picked up two more from the floor. All of them were movies of the same actor, an actor who called himself “Johnny Rod” and who apparently was famous for the size of his cock, advertised on the box as being eleven – eleven! - inches long “and as thick as a woman’s wrist!” Even though the picture was of a much younger man, she recognized him right away.

“My father was a porn star!” she exclaimed, looking down at the picture of the man smiling at the camera, his erect cock standing out in front of him like a flagpole. “And look at the size of his cock! Oh, my God, he’s hung like a horse!” The humor of it all found her then and she laughed out loud, looking down again at the picture of her father on the box. Her gaze settled on his erection, and she stopped laughing as she felt her pussy begin to get wet. She stared at the picture for a few seconds more, then jumped to her feet and went over to the DVD/VCR combo beneath the TV set.

“I just gotta see this!” she said, bending over and reaching for the power switches on the TV and VCR. She turned both of them on, then slipped the tape out of the sleeve and shoved it into the slot on the VCR. The picture flickered as the “autoplay” function engaged, and she stepped back to sit on the couch as the movie began to play. She grabbed the remote and fast-forwarded through all of the conversation and plot bullshit that she didn’t have the least interest in seeing, slowing the movie down to the normal playing speed once the sex scenes started. She sat there, wide eyed and her mouth hanging open, as she watched her father and his huge cock on the screen in front of her. He was standing naked in front of an equally naked redheaded woman with huge tits who was kneeling in front of him, gamely trying to get his entire cock into her mouth. She got about half of it in her mouth, working on it with both hands and eventually bringing him to orgasm by jerking him off. Lisa gasped out loud when she saw the cum shot; her father came so hard and so much that it looked like the redhead was holding on to the business end of a fire hose, and by the time he finished cumming the woman was drenched in his cum.

Lisa realized that her nipples were so hard they ached, that she was panting for breath, and that her pussy was soaked. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of the movie, and she continued watching it until the end, fast-forwarding through the dialogue and watching just the sex scenes. When she got to the end of the movie she stood up to retrieve the cassette from the machine and discovered that her knees were actually weak, and that her hand was shaking when she reached for the cassette. She turned off the TV and VCR, quickly finished picking up the rest of the tapes from the floor and putting them back in the box, then put the box back on the shelf and ran up to her room, tossing the binoculars on the kitchen counter as she went by. Once in her room she fell onto her back on her bed, slid her hands down into her panties to her pussy, and began rubbing her pussy and clit. She came almost immediately, harder than she’d ever cum before, crying out and her body shaking as her orgasm crashed through her body. She continued rubbing her clit and was rewarded with a second orgasm that was nearly as powerful as the first, and when it was over she lay on the bed for several minutes, panting and gasping for breath. Then she began to smile to herself, looking up at the ceiling as a silly grin crossed her face.

“My father was a porn star!” she said to the ceiling, laughing again. She got up and slipped out of her shorts, sliding them over her shoes, and then slid the soaked thong panties down her legs. She tossed them into the hamper in the corner and slipped her shorts back on, not bothering with panties this time. She chuckled to herself as she left her room, going downstairs to wait for her father to come home.

It was around noon when Sam got home, having finished all of his errands faster than he thought. He walked in the back door to the house and through the kitchen, seeing the binoculars on the counter.

“Lisa!” he called, dropping his keys on the counter. “Lisa, are you here?”

“I’m in the living room, Daddy!” she answered, and he walked through the house and into the living room. She was sitting on the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, and he couldn’t help but notice how stunningly sexy she looked in those shorts and the middie top she was wearing. He felt his cock twitch in response to what he was seeing, but he tried to ignore it. He had always loved women with very big breasts, and his daughter with her big breasts – and getting bigger every year - was a constant reminder of this. He walked over to the couch and bent down to kiss her on the forehead; she smiled at him and held her face up so he could reach.

“I see you found the binoculars,” he said, sitting in a chair facing the couch.

“Oh, yeah, I found them, all right,” she replied, giving him a funny smile. He raised an eyebrow in response.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing, Daddy, nothing at all,” she replied, trying to keep a straight face. She paused for a moment before saying, “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, Lisa, you can ask me anything; you know that,” he replied, crossing his legs to try and hide his growing erection. The air in the living room must have been cooler than he thought because his daughter’s nipples were hard and poking at her shirt all the way through her bra. And from what Sam could see, her nipples were just as big as the rest of her breasts. He began to wish he had worn undershorts today; he was afraid his growing cock would start to poke out of the leg of his shorts at this rate.

“What did you do before you became a consultant?” she asked, propping her head on her hand as she rested her arm on the back of the couch.

“I went to college, sweetie; you know that,” he replied, wondering what had prompted this conversation and where it was going.

“Yeah, I know, but what did you do when you weren’t in class?” she asked, smiling coyly at him. “What did you do for work, I mean? Grandpa and grandma didn’t pay for you to go to college, I know that, so you had to do something for money, right?”

“Right,” he said, a bit uneasily.

“So what did you do for work?” she asked.

“Odd jobs here and there,” he said, making things up on the fly now. “Bussed a few tables, pumped gas a summer or two, things like that.” He felt awful at having to lie to his daughter, but there was no way he could tell her the truth. She was smiling at him as he replied, nodding her head slowly.

“Right, right, bussed a few tables, pumped some gas,” she said, her smile getting bigger as she continued, “made a few porn movies...” She was positively grinning by this time.

“Excuse me?” he said, feeling himself go pale.

“Made a few porn movies, I said,” she repeated. Then she dropped her hand down to her lap and leaned forward, looking intently at him and smiling. “It’s okay, Dad, I know all about it! I found your stash of porn movies today while I was looking for the binoculars, and I’m okay with it! I mean, really, how cool is it to be able to say that my father, my very own daddy, is the famous ‘Johnny Rod!’”

“I don’t know as I’d exactly use the word ‘famous’ to describe me,” he said, still flustered and surprised that she’d discovered his secret past. “I mean, yeah, I made a few movies, around a dozen or so, but I’d hardly say I was famous.”

“Are you kidding?” she said, sitting back and smiling bigger at him. “I looked it up on the internet, and you’re one of the most popular and famous male porn stars out there, right up there with John Holmes and Ron Jeremy!”

“No, those guys are the big time, the really big time,” he said, smiling for the first time. “There’s no way you could compare me to them.”

“From what I saw, I say you could,” she said, sitting back and smiling at him, crossing her arms under her big breasts. Her nipples were harder than ever, poking out against her shirt.

“You watched one of them?” he asked nervously.

“Yes, I did, and I’d like to watch the others, too,” she replied, her gaze flitting down to his crotch for a brief moment. “If it’s okay with you, that is,” she said. He paused to think for a moment before replying.

“Well, now that you’ve seen one of them and you’re okay with my having made them, I guess it’s okay, but on one condition,” he said.

“Sure, Daddy, what’s that?” she said.

“You can never tell your mother that you know about my being a porn star,” he said, a serious look on his face.

“Doesn’t she know?” Lisa asked.

“Sure she does,” he replied, not willing to tell her just how her mother knew – not yet, anyway. “I’m just not sure she’s ready for you to know about it yet.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” Lisa replied, sitting back and nodding her head. “It’ll be our little secret!”

“Thank you, Lisa,” he said, smiling at her.

“And you made more than a dozen movies, by the way,” she said, glancing down at his crotch again, trying to see around his crossed legs. “More like twenty-five, actually – at least, that’s what the internet said!”

“That many?” he said, trying hard not to stare at the two hard nipples poking against her shirt. “I really didn’t keep track.”

“Can I ask you another question, Daddy?” she said, biting her bottom lip. She could feel her pussy beginning to get wet at the thought of the real question she was leading up to, and at what she hoped the answer would be.

“Sure, sweetie, you can ask me anything, you know that,” he said again. She leaned forward, clasping her hands down in front of her, making her big breasts hang down and bulging between her upper arms.