Chapter 3: Watching TV

After my dad had fucked me he’d gone back in the house to clean up while I managed to catch a few more rays before coming in myself. He asked me to order out a pizza so thankfully I didn’t have to worry about fixing any dinner. If only I could live on cum along - I hate cooking!

I’d gone upstairs and “borrowed” one of his dress shirts from his closet to wear around the house. It was pure white and still fairly new so it was a little stiff yet. I rolled up the sleeves as they hung down way past my fingertips otherwise and buttoned the lower half of the shirt to keep it in place. I might not have bothered with buttoning any of them but the pizza guy was going to be here soon and I couldn’t very well answer the door half naked. Granted, there WERE some interesting possibilities in that scenario and had the circumstances been different then who knows what I might’ve done. Tonight, though, was for my dad so the pizza guy would just have to be happy with an old-fashioned tip - money.

Sure enough, the doorbell soon rang and since my dad was in the basement watching TV I answered it and to my surprise, the pizza GUY was a pizza GIRL! She looked to be maybe in her later teens or so, quite stunning actually. I imagined she got quite the tips. We both looked at each other and I wasn’t sure who was more surprised than the other. She was wearing a shirt much too tight for her but which showed off her bust to the max while I was standing there in nothing but a half-buttoned man’s shirt. For a moment we both just stared at the other in an awkward silence until we each broke out laughing together.

“You’re not quite who I was expecting,” I giggled.

“Well, I can SEE that but then, you’re not quite who I was expecting either,” she retorted

“I can see THAT too,” I replied, purposely looking at her boobs which were obviously NOT being restricted by a bra.

“Still ... you never know who you might meet sometimes in this job,” she said coyly.

I had a pretty good idea what she was hinting at and any other time I might have explored the possibilities a little more. Reluctantly, I handed her the money and said to keep the change. She looked a little disappointed but I had a feeling she would be getting plenty of “tips” before her shift was over. I took the pizza down and my dad looked at me appreciatively, my bare legs showing out the bottom of his shirt.

“You know, I’ve worn that shirt like once,” he teased me, pretending to be stern.

“But don’t you think I look better in it daddy?” I teased back, unbuttoning it completely and allowing it to hang open just enough to give him a few glimpses of what was underneath.

“Hell, I’d buy a dozen more if they all came looking like that!” he joked some more.

I’d been wearing his shirts since I was a little teenage and he had been teasing me about them for just as long. Usually they made their way back into the laundry but there were a few times I hung on to them and took them home to wear around my apartment. They were baggy and comfortable, perfect to wear when you’re home alone.

I’d brought some paper plates and napkins as well and so we sat down to enjoy the pizza. “Hey, did you know your pizza route has a girl on it now?” I asked him, winking at him at the same time, “She’s pretty hot too, and a slut if I ever saw one.”

“Guess I’ll have to order out more often,” he said thoughtfully, then added, “Although it would be just my luck I get the two hundred pound football player.”

We both laughed and went back to eating the pizza. I only had one piece - too much junk food already this summer and I had noticed a few things getting a bit tighter lately - and not in a good way.

When we were through, my dad pulled out a DVD and grinned as he showed me the cover. I couldn’t help but smile - it was a StarGate movie with Samantha Carter on the cover. His ongoing fascination with Amanda Tapping has always amused me. It’s not like she is the hottest or sexiest girl on TV, not by a long shot. Yet there was something about her that got him harder faster than even his favorite porn movie star - Ginger Lynn. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’d seen him masturbate while we watched a show when she would be on the screen.

He took his usual seat in his chair while I picked my favorite spot on the couch across the room for him. I can’t say I’m all that fascinated with the show, but it was sort of cute to see my dad acting like a teenage boy with a crush. Whenever Carter was on the screen, it was like his eyes were glued to the TV and his hand just automatically went to his crotch. He was wearing some loose boxer shorts so it was easy for him to just pull up on one of the legs and let his cock dangle out so he could stroke himself while he watched her.

It was like old times again with one big exception, the empty chair in the room. Still, I like to think that my mom would’ve approved of all this. For a long time after she was gone my dad would just sit in the room and watch TV, not saying much or jerking off, even when there was something on the screen I knew had to be a turn-on for him. Thus it was nice to see him able to let loose and feel comfortable masturbating in front of me again.

Actually, it wasn’t like he was masturbating in front of me so much as he was masturbating and I just happened to be in the room. I never felt at any time growing up that my dad was ever doing anything just for me to see or in any way to try and turn me on. To be honest, I can’t say seeing my dad jerk off IS a turn-on for me per se. It’s not like I got off seeing his hand on his cock or him cumming all over himself. For me it’s always been about knowing he was feeling good, that he was comfortable enough with me around to still do the things he felt he needed to do. As such I always made sure not to interrupt him or bother him when he was “busy”. I don’t mean I turned away and pretended nothing was happening. It was more like I just didn’t make it a big deal one way or the other.

The same “rules” applied to me as I got older and started masturbating. My parents never pushed me to do it but my mom was there to help me once I started, offering some advice and even her collection of dildos - which I politely turned down (at least most of the time). Once I got started they made sure not to do anything that might embarrass me or make me feel ashamed to do it whenever I felt the need.

I think now it was just as important that they didn’t encourage me as it was they said anything to embarrass me. At that young age their encouragement would’ve probably only led to me trying to show off for them to gain more approval. By being essentially neutral, just allowing me to do what I wanted when and where I wanted without judgment or comment, they taught me that masturbation was something that could be done more or less publicly but was still a personal thing that needed to be respected.

As for my mom, the only time I saw her masturbating anywhere but her bedroom was when my dad and I were having sex. I don’t think she felt she needed to hide it, it was just something she felt more personal about than me or my dad.