Chapter 7

First Night — Anna

My cheeks are burning and my tongue is tied. My dad is saying ... words. If I thought erection gave me an image of his ... his ... cock ... the talk about cock-teasing or prick-teasing. He's talking about getting all excited, about "a guy" getting excited. It's just my unnatural mind thinking about getting him that excited. About what he'd be like if someone, say, me, got him all hard and desperate for release.

When he tells me that he does masturbate when mom doesn't want to have sex I'm having even more trouble articulating my defence.

"I ... uuuh ... see ... we were playing, he touched me a little, I touched him a little, and ... and ... but we always stopped. Except that one time ... at the drive-in cinema..."

Oh, God, what is wrong with me?! My dad is cool and all that, but it's not right to talk to him about how far I went with my stupid boyfriend.

"I touched his ... cock," I whisper even more quietly now, the last word barely makes it out of my mouth, "and it seemed like it hurt him, but when I wanted to take my hand off, he asked me to ... keep s-stroking him ... and that's when he panted and groaned and I was so afraid ... but after a little while he came. His cum was all over my hand and..."

I fall silent and I realize that I slid to the other end of the couch while I said this. I shrink further into the arm of the couch thinking of how Mark wanted me to do that again, and I gave him all those lame excuses. The truth was it scared me.

"We never went that far after that. So he found someone who would."

I'm not stuttering anymore, and, to my surprise, I'm not about to cry. I look up at my dad. If he can find release in his own hand, than Mark really was a jerk to dump me for a slut who he could fuck.

"Thank you, daddy," I tell him, scooting over to him, and snuggling into his chest and kissing his cheek. "Do we watch the rest of the movie now?" I ask, sliding my head down on his knees.

- James

I sit there quietly as my daughter tells me about stroking her boyfriend's cock and I picture it in my mind. I see her hand wrapping around a stiff piece of meat but I can't help but picture the cock as looking a lot like mine. Hearing her voice as she talks as she becomes more open I feel my cock growing hard in my shorts. It's as if I hadn't just had sex with her mother. I worry that even in the dim light she will see the tent pole at my lap. Fortunately she is looking away somewhat as she speaks and I can quickly adjust myself so it is not so obvious. I probably can't hide the quickness in my breathing though.