Chapter 1

Normally hopping in the shower after a run was an uneventful way to wash the sweat off, but today was different. I heard the bathroom door open and I knew it had to be my daughter Jena entering since my wife was out shopping.

“Um, Jena honey, can’t this wait?”

“No, this is the perfect time.”

It was hard to tell because of the shower curtain, but it certainly looked like my daughter was getting out of her clothes, maybe a bathrobe? “Jena, what in the world are you doing?” Before she answered me, she pulled the shower curtain back and actually got in the shower with me. A quick glance confirmed that my busty daughter was, in fact, naked, before I averted my gaze and tried to turn sideways so she wasn’t seeing anything more than she should either.

“Jena!!” I shouted, “What the fuck?”

“Calm down Daddy, I just want to ask you a question about blow jobs.” I was so stunned by this that all I could do was sputter, which Jena took as a sign to continue. “So, I’ve been watching some porn lately Daddy, and I’m trying to figure out if I would enjoy giving a blow job.”

“Wait, wait, wait, back up. You’ve been watching porn? How?”

“Yeah, I have. It’s like, all over the internet and stuff. I’ve got a cell phone you know.”

“I’m clearly going to win parent of the year having a teen aged, porn watching daughter in the shower with me asking about blow jobs.” While I tried to point out the absurdity of what Jena was doing, I felt the telltale tingle in my cock and balls that informed me I was starting to get turned on. This was a disaster.

“Sheesh Daddy, I came to you because I figured it would be less embarrassing than dealing with Mom.”

“I fail to see how anything could be more embarrassing for me than what’s happening right now. Are you sure you can’t ask me about blow jobs from the other side of the shower curtain?” That would have at least given me some sort of physical barrier between myself and my naked daughter.

“No, that defeats the whole purpose of me being in here. I was going to ask you if I should find some random dude to blow or give you a blow job?”

“Whoa, whoa! There is a whole lot of room between giving some rando head and putting your father’s dick in your mouth. Like couldn’t you start with something that would fall into a middle ground, like maybe starting on an inanimate object?”

“Oh, I already tried that. It wasn’t that interesting.”

“Wait, what? You got your Mom to buy you a dildo?”

“Um, no! Remember, embarrassing? I used a carrot from the fridge.”

My mind was spinning with the mental image of my daughter in her room trying to suck a carrot off. Even worse, I was starting to get hard. I was holding my hands over my swelling cock, so it wouldn’t suddenly be pointing straight out, but this wasn’t making the situation any easier to deal with. I probably should have waited for my head to clear before saying anything, but instead I said, “First thing, no giving random dudes head.” Not that there was anything wrong with what I said, but I should have thought about how my daughter would take those words.

“OK, so it’s you then Daddy!”

“No! No. No, no, no. Just no! Remember, lots of middle ground. This is not an either or issue.” Unfortunately, my hard on was becoming insistent. I’m well endowed, and I could feel the head of my hard cock expand past where I was holding it down. I tried to reposition myself slightly. Jena sometimes has strange ways of thinking about things, obviously, and I was pretty sure under the circumstances she would take that as a sign that it was actually OK to blow her own father.

“Well, you’re not leaving me with any alternatives that I can see here Daddy.”

“Um, um...” I knew I had to say something, but Jena’s random or Daddy mentality seemed to be blinding me to any other possibilities. My hard cock wasn’t making it easy to think on the spot either. “Well, you could. Oh, I can’t believe I’m about to say this. No, I shouldn’t...”

“Come on, Daddy. You had an idea, spit it out.”

“If you insist. I don’t really like the idea, but you could try to find a boyfriend.”

“Just so we’re clear here. Your suggestion is that I find a boyfriend, so I can give him a blow job? Is that what you want me to do?”

“Um, it sounds like bad parenting when you put it that way, but yes, I think. Maybe?”

“Ugh, but the boys in high school are like, total idiots. For example, last Friday, I needed to see if there was supposed to be a history quiz on Monday, so I ask this guy who’s in my class about it while we’re in the hall heading to the next class. He says a bunch of words, which were at least English, but they didn’t make a damn bit of sense. Then he sees me glaring at him and asks me to repeat what I said. What’s so fucking hard about that?”

I didn’t have the heart to tell my little girl that, having the hottest girl in school, after the little peek I got earlier I had no doubt this was true, talk to him in the hall kicked his hormones into overdrive rendering him little more than a babbling idiot. In fact, it wasn’t really a good idea for me to be thinking about how smoking hot my daughter was either. It had already made me hard and made it difficult for me, her own father to think clearly about her strange request. Of course knowing something is a bad idea doesn’t keep your brain from thinking about it. In fact, at that very moment it decided it would be a good time to take a quick look at Jena to make sure she really was as hot as I was thinking.

Pretty face, long lustrous hair, huge firm tits, kneeling in front of me. No, she wasn’t as hot as I had been thinking, she was hotter! I looked away again quickly, but damn, that had been a mistake. My already hard cock started to throb insistently as I struggled to keep my erect condition secret from my daughter. Fuck, it was just such a pleasant feeling erection. I wanted to touch it, to stroke it. Not that I did those things in front of my daughter, at least not yet, but I couldn’t prevent a sigh of pleasure escaping from my mouth.

“Daddy, are you hard?”

That snapped me back to reality, and I started stammering again before pulling it together enough to say, “If I say that I am, it’s not an invitation for you to suck on my cock.”

“You are hard; I know it! Show me. I need to see!”

“There shouldn’t ever be anything involving daughters and their father’s hard cock revolving around need.”

“Fine, I want to see it. You’ll be a responsible parent giving his daughter a sex ed lesson.”

“Jena, you’re just making this more awkward; please stop saying things like that, or that you think it’s a good idea to suck my dick and I’ll show you.”

“Really?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” When Jena nodded her head, I stopped holding my cock down and faced her. So there I was, hard cock pointed obscenely at my busty daughter’s face as she knelt in the shower stall in front of me.