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This has been placed in the category of Incest Stories. You will find minimal incest here, but some hints of it, which were enough to park this story in that category.
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I didn't know if I should laugh or choke on my soup when the question came to me from my daughter's friend and college roommate, Marcy.
She and my daughter, Amber, were spending the summer with me while they took on summer jobs near my home. Both had completed their second year of college and had shared a dorm room. Now, they were living with me, and I was totally enjoying having them around. Marcy's parents were out of the country, and she had chosen to stay with me and Amber for the summer instead of heading home.
My wife had died several years before, and it had been up to me to raise Amber from the age of fifteen to her current age of nineteen, with her twentieth birthday coming up soon. Raising a teenage girl... now there is a challenge, but I will set aside those stories and focus on the here and now and that amazing question. Thankfully my wife was alive when Amber had her first period and had to get her first bra. My task, since then, was to help her with other growing pains such as teaching her to drive and even taking her to the doctor for birth control pills.
So, sitting there at the dinner table, with the two young women sitting across from me and the TV on in the background and the volume down, that question came. When it came, there was nervous laughter from my daughter.
"Mister Stone, can you tell me how to give blowjobs?" Marcy asked with a half-smile mixed with wide questioning eyes. Beautiful, big blue eyes, I might add.
Like I said, I didn't know if I should laugh or choke on my soup.
Amber laughed. "Dad, you should see your face! You're beet red!"
Marcy, in her own defense, looked serious as she stared me down. "No, I mean it. These past two years in college I somehow ended up with a guy's cock in my mouth on almost every date." She paused to take a sip of the cola before her. "It was always unexpected; I would just end up with a cock in my face and I never seemed to do what the guy was wanting from me. Oh, and is sperm supposed to be gooey like that?"
"Honest, Dad, I had nothing to do with this," Amber laughed.
I still said nothing but knew that my face was getting even redder. Then, another surprise from Marcy, a disarmingly cute young blonde who had straight hair midway down her back.
"Ask your daughter, Mister Stone, she told me she doesn't know how to give good blowjobs either. I don't even think that either of us knows how to fuck right."
"What the hell, Marcy!" Amber exclaimed. "You don't tell my father stuff like that!"
"Ladies," I said feeling awkward, "I think we should set this conversation aside for now. Okay?"
"So, talking about sex embarrasses you?" Marcy just wouldn't quit.
I had to pause a moment before responding. "No, it doesn't but there are levels of appropriateness to consider. Amber and I have been reasonably open with each other but there are some details that a father and daughter probably shouldn't discuss. I'm sorry that my wife is no longer around to have these talks with you two. Marie would have been open to anything you would have asked her."
"Did she give good blow jobs?"
Amber laughed aloud again while continuing to show her amazement at her friend.
Having this question come to me about my deceased wife was probably in bad taste but given the weirdness of the moment somehow it seemed okay.
Curiously, my daughter joined in. "Okay, dad, it's out in the open. I know you loved mom, but, setting that Hallmark romance movie stuff aside, I kinda would like to know some of the more intimate stuff about you two."
"You want to know about Marie's and my sex life? Really?" I was almost at a loss for words. "I can't imagine very many parents ever do that with her kids, even their adult kids."
"Susan Avery's parents told her everything. She even has pictures," Amber announced, shocking me.
"Really? Pictures even?" I was shocked.
"Yep. Really, really kinky ones. Her dad's cock is huge!"
"So, you're saying that you want me to be more open with you. Like Susan's parents? Oh, and there is no way in hell that I am going to show you any pictures or videos so don't bother to ask."
"But, you have some, right?" Marcy playfully asked.
"Nope. Not anymore. After she died, having nude videos of my wife just seemed wrong, so I killed every last one."
