Daddy Should I Get Your Coc Wet?

A knock on my bedroom door.

'Daddy, can I come in?'

I had the door closed as I planned to do a little porn surfing on my iPad..

'Sure baby, come in.'

Lizzy was wearing her oversized Harvard t-shirt, a shout out to her alma mater. I know she had Stanford and MIT t-shirts as well, they came in second and third in her selection of a university with a top notch biology program.

She had moved back home temporarily after graduation to ponder her choice for a masters school and ensuing doctorate. The same three in the running. She liked the idea of a school on the 'left' coast.

Plus, she has several offers for summer internships from some top notch biogenetic companies, mostly in Silicon Valley..

Although, there is one company in London that has caught her eye. I told her it might be worth a look, something to broaden her horizons.

All the companies are developing mRNA vaccines for cancer cures. It is her dream to do that - cure all 200+ cancers.

My gut is she is heading west. Bye-bye Harvard. We will see.

I was truly astounded when she returned home after her academia achievements... top of class! So good.

In addition, she left home a number one in her high school class, 18 years old, dance team captain, class president, etc. and came back home mature beyond her years.

Her girlish looks cocoon left behind replaced by a gorgeous woman. Some lucky guy could not do better than marrying her.

Her and I had guessed that she had someone who was very interested in marriage, but through out the four years we never met him... or her.

Her Mom liked women more than men. I couldn't stand it and I filed when I caught her with a 'friend'.

Mary eventually married her 'friend' Magdalene.

Talk about adding insult to injury.

My response, bury myself in work taking on any kind of case, including several pro bono cases.

Word got out that I was a 'winner' and would work for free. Most of the time those wins were followed with civil cases where I made my money.

The irony of it all, I liked Maggie. She was attractive, sexy, witty, and smart with her own accomplishments.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to share a bed with her and maybe Mary too.

Yeah right.

'Dad?'

'Oh yeah baby, what's up?'

I put my iPad down. She gave me a look like she knew what I was planning. Good thing I hadn't launched my favorite site.

'May I?'

She pointed to the bed.

'Sure.'

Even in high school, she would join me in bed for talks about school, her dreams, and sometimes her current boy friend.

She pulled up the sheets and covers and slipped in next to me.

I laid on my side to look at her, she did the same.

A neat freak, so when she pulled the covers and sheets over her, she had to smooth them out on her side and mine.

Working my side, she brushed up against my chest, hip and thigh.

If I had been laying on my back she would have touched my...

A tingle of excitement roared through my balls.

Why?

I closed my eyes and quickly walled off any thoughts, ideas or reactions.

We have done these talks hundreds of times. Why now? Why a sexual arousal reaction?

My good voice said, 'No, no, no!'

My bad voice said pull the sheets off of both of you. Show her what happens if she touches Daddy's penis, show her how much it grows. Ask her to touch it. Ask her to put her lips around the head. Ask her to...

'Daddy? Are you OK? You seem to be drifting off on me.'

Her face was no more six inches away.

I could smell mouth wash on her breath, perfume on her body and an expensive shampoo in hair.

Her lips were full. I watched them move.

'Daddy!' she said loudly.

'If you are sleepy, we can talk tomorrow.'

She started to leave.

I grabbed her arm.

'Sorry, there is a case that has been puzzling me. I was lost in my thoughts.'

i had ruffled the covers. I knew she was going to smooth them so I shouldn't have... but I did, I laid on my back.

Bingo!

When she moved the sheets over my body, her hand ran across my growing erection, clearly a bump in the sheets.

She realized what she did and looked at the bump.

'Sorry... I didn't...' she stuttered.

I rolled onto my side to look at her again.

I was bed, I knew that would happen and I still did it.

I am going to hell.

'Don't worry Lizzie. It was nothing.'

'It's just... it made such a bump... I am sorry. I didn't mean to do it.'

'Honey, forget it. So let's talk. What is the topic?'

We settled down, our heads on the pillow, inches away, our bodies face to face as well.

Oh shit! As I rolled onto my side, the head of my cock slipped out of my open pajama fly.

What do I do? I decided to do nothing right now. When we are done talking, I will rearrange.

'Dad, I am a little embarrassed to talk about it. And a lot bummed out about it.'

I instinctually caressed her cheek.

'Go ahead, just blurt out if you need to.'

I knew she wouldn't.

'So I believe you and Mom suspected I had a boy friend. I did. We met freshman year, starting hanging out, then dates.'

'It led to sex then living together in my off campus apartment.'

'Dad, we were so in love. We talked about marriage, about doing that after we graduated.'

'Wow! So why didn't you bring him home to meet us? Did you meet his parents?'

'He comes from a very strict Catholic family. They abhor any couple living together and especially having sex before marriage. He didn't want to risk them finding out if I came home with him.'

'Sounds flimsy, but whatever. And how about us?'

'He was uncomfortable meeting when you and Mom were getting divorced. Especially with her marriage to Maggie.'

'Lizzy, I question his logic. Are you sure you are going to marry this guy?'

'I am not.'

'What? You're not?

'No, he is marrying his long time high school girl friend.'

'You're kidding!'

'No I am not. Remember after graduation when that guy came by to say hi?'

'Yeah, kind of. That was him? He had a girl...that girl is the one he is marrying?'

'Yes.'

This hard for her.

'He took me aside later to let me know. I almost exploded but didn't, I kept calm and told him that I wish him the best.'

'You spent four years with this smuck and you...'

I stopped. It was not cool what I was about to say. It's not her fault he is an asshole.

'Let me guess. On the vacation times he went home to be with her?'

'Yes. But...'

'But what?'

'I am pretty sure he doesn't have sex with her. She comes from a strict Catholic family as well. Bet you she is a virgin and doesn't have a clue on how to please him.'

The last part of that was very interesting 'doesn't have a clue on how to please him'.

I guess she does.

'So you gave me one of your looks when I talked about her virginity. Yes, he took mine freshmen year.'

'I didn't need to know that.'

'There is more while I am on a roll.'

'He and I learned together. We went slow at first, handjobs while making out, moving onto fellatio and cunnilingus for me. I really got into fellatio, I like the feeling of his erection in my mouth.'

'I guess I should have said 'liked' the feeling... past tense.'

She sniffled a little. So, I took stock of my erection, as best I could tell most of it was out of the fly. I wish she would stop talking about her experiences with sex. Way too exciting for me.

But.. I want to hear more and I didn't want her to stop.

'Eventually I mastered deep throating which, oh my god was a totally different excitement. Picturing and feeling the head of his glans pushing back my epiglottis was exciting.'

Biologist talk, she can skip that.

How about the big cock head jamming her throat?

'We moved onto intercourse. Trying every position, exploring how each one would enable an orgasm for both of us.'

'For him, any position worked. At first he couldn't control himself, ejaculating in the stereotype type man in minutes without an orgasm for me.'

'Eventually that improved over time and we met our objective of orgasms for both of us.'

I can't believe she is talking about this. I am rock hard now, my erection inches from her body. Please don't move!

'You are probably wondering what are favorites are.'

I just nodded. Really? No way I would say 'not'.

'I love being in control, so cowgirl works the best for me including reverse which he likes'

'He on the other hand, likes missionary. Pounding my vulva, his erection deep in my vagina.'

'Sometimes cumming inside. Sometimes pulling out, moving forward to let me edge him to ejaculation.'

'I liked the taste of his cum, so I always tried to get every drop.'

'We had fun role playing. I would be 'caught' by Daddy wearing Mom's sexy bedtime lingerie. He would punish me by spanking and making me suck Daddy's cock till he came.'

'Sometimes we reversed, I would be Mom, catching him masturbating with my panties. I stroked his penis while he sniffed my panties. Then I would make my 'son' sniff my pussy then lick it and suck on my clitoris.'

'My gosh, I would cum so quickly when we role played,' she said.

Suddenly she stopped.

'Daddy, I am sorry, I shouldn't be talking about this, especially when it arouses me. too many memories.'

'It has only been a month and I already ache for sex. Every male I see, no matter the age, I fantasize about having sex with them.'

'Is something wrong with me? Do you have the same problem? It's been, what, three months from finalizing divorce? Do you ache for sex like me? Do you fantasize about having sex with every female you see? Do we share the same problem?'

Do we share the same problem? Yes. Oh god yes. The problem is the solution.

I have got to get her to stop.

Talk about fantasies. My bad voice telling to make a move on my daughter and give her what she aches for.

My good voice saying get the hell out of there.

But how do I retreat, get out of bed and head to the bathroom with my erection poking through the fly?

Even if I managed to put it away, there would be a tell tale bulge. Maybe I can keep it pointing away from her.

'No honey, nothing is wrong with you. Nothing at all.'

'As for sharing the same problem... yes, we do.'

'But what do you do? Masturbate? I have never had to do that. I guess I can learn how.'

'Uh... yes... sometimes... uh yes.'

'How do you do it?'

'Do you fantasize about someone? Or do you look at porn?'

'Honey, i think we should stop talking about this.'

'Please just answer my last question, please, please.'

She moved into to hug me and rammed into my hard on.

'I just need...'

She paused, realizing I was poking her.

'Daddy... I... you... you have...'

She lifted up the sheets and covers.

'Oh my god! Daddy you have an erection!'

Like I didn't know?

'Yeah sorry.'

'Why? Why do you have an erection?'

'You said you were aroused talking about... you know. It had the same effect on me.'

She kept looking at my cock.

Without breaking her gaze, she asked.

'Does that mean you were aroused thinking about... about me?'

I had to lie.

'No, I was thinking about Mom and the sex we had.'

'Oh, that makes sense.'

She sounded dejected.

She continued to stare at my erection.

'So Dad, can I... yeah I, do an experiment?'

I can't imagine what she was thinking about.

'Sure. What is it?'

'I'd like to take a rough measurement.'

'OK, measurement of what?'

She was embarrassed to say.

'Go ahead baby. Tell me. It will be OK.'

'Your girth.'

'My girth?'

'Yes, I would like to compare it to his. I have no other comparisons.'

Oh no, she will touch my cock. No! Said my good voice. Yes! said my bad voice. Let her measure every inch... in her mouth.

I felt like jumping out of bed and getting out of there. But I didn't...

'Ok, but make it fast.'

'Thank you Daddy. This will satisfy my curiosity.'

Fast, do it fast, get it over with!

'But Daddy, your erection is wilting. It won't be the same conditions. I need you at a full, hard erection. I can fix that.'

She started stroking my cock! Oh god no! Oh god yes.

She said, 'It's dry.'

She drooled saliva on the head that dripped down the shaft. She spread it up and down.

I closed my eyes. I can't believe this is happening.

It didn't take long to get hard and totally aroused.

'This looks pretty good Daddy.'

Thought she would stop. Instead, more saliva, more stroking.

She stopped and held the head and top of the shaft, moving closer, her mouth hovering above my cock enclosed hand.

I was ready to cum. I can't, I can't. I mustn't.

I closed my eyes and tried to think about something else.

She slowly lowered her hand down to the bottom, where the girth lived.

But she didn't stop! Back up to the top, covering my head, applying pressure to it.

Oh no, no, no...

I was overwhelmed with the need to cum, my orgasm accelerating from arousal to the point just short of satisfaction.

She said, 'Bigger, definitely bigger Daddy.'

Casually she stroked up and down, probably not knowing what she was doing.

Too much, too much, I can't hold back, jeez...

'I am cumming baby, Daddy is cumming!'

My first ejaculation hit her in the mouth. She moved back as the second one shot straight up and hit her forehead.

To my surprise, she kept stroking me as she moved back over the top of my cock, her mouth opened wide.

Three or four spurts made it into her mouth.

She stroked me until all the cum was out.

She sat back on the bed. It looked like she was doing something with my cum.

Then, I could tell she swallowed.

'Hmmm... different taste.'

She bent back over, her tongue out. She licked up the cum around the head, stopped and screamed, 'Oh my god! I gave my Dad a handjob and I swallowed his cum.'

She looked at her t-shirt.

'His cum is on my t-shirt! It's on my neck. It leaked down on my breasts!'

She backed off the bed. Her hand to her mouth.

'I swallowed his cum! I fucking swallowed his cum!'

'Oh god, I am going to hell!'

She ran out of my room, leaving me with a cum soaked erection. Pajama bottoms with wet cum.

I just laid there, listening to her continual screaming about what a bad girl she was, how she was going to hell, that she needed to go to confession, how she can never wash away what I gave her.

Finally she quieted down.

In the bathroom I cleaned off my cock, changed into clean pajamas with a button fly and went back to bed.

I thought about talking to her.. I'll wait to see what she does.

I closed my eyes thinking about what a satisfying handjob she gave me.

Did it feel that way knowing it was my daughter doing the honors? Maybe.

It didn't take too long to drift off to sleep.

***

A hard knocking on my bedroom door woke me.

Disoriented, not sure what time it was, who could it be.

Another hard knock. This time...

'Daddy, Daddy are you in there?'

Another hard knock.

'Daddy?'

'Come in. Come on in,' I shouted.

The room was dim, just the night light near the bathroom.

The door swung open.

Lizzy's silhouette in the doorway.

Her hair was down, her breasts jutting out from the silhouette.

Was she wearing anything?

'Daddy, turn on your light so I can see you. I have something for you.'

I flicked on the lamp on my nightstand.

Oh no, she was wearing a see through negligee. Her pussy covered by a small path of silk. Her areolas the only part of. her breast covered.

She sauntered, sexily into the room.

'I needed to show you how I dressed for him. It was the missing piece from what I told and showed you earlier.'

She pulled the covers and sheets off the bed and crawled toward me legs.

Her large breasts hanging down breaking free of the sexy cloth restraints.

She spread my legs wide.

Lying down between them, resting on her elbows, she placed her hand on my growing erection.

She played with it, running her finger from the head to the base and back again.

I have to stop her. This is going too far.. She was so upset about giving me a handjob. What does she want to do now?

'Lizzy?'

'Yes Daddy.'

She looked at me while she unbuttoned my fly.

'Lizzy, you need to stop.'

'Stop what Daddy?'

'What your are doing.'

'What am I doing?'

'Playing with my penis.'

'And what is wrong with that? Should I stop playing and get serious?'

She had my fly unbuttoned. She reached in and pulled out my penis, well on it's way to a full erection.'

Lizzy scooted forward, closer to it.

She pulled it down towards her mouth.

'Is this serious enough? You know it's not.'

Assuming a kneeling position, her mouth right above the head, her hand holding the shaft.

She said, 'Better.'

As she drooled on my penis, her hand smoothed it along the shaft.

'Ready Daddy?'

'No! No! Don't do it.'

'But Daddy, you will love it, especially when I take your thing all the way in your baby girl's mouth and deep, yes deep in her throat.'

She dropped lower, her lips and inch from the wet head.

I closed my eyes.

'No Lizzy! No, no, no, no, no!'

'Daddy! Daddy!'

Someone else was calling me.

'Daddy! Wake up!'

I opened my eyes.

'I am up, I am up.'

Lizzy turned on the bright overhead lights.

She was wearing a different t-shirt. Daddy's Girl.

'Daddy, you were screaming so loud I thought something was wrong.'

'I stood by your door and I heard my name, and you were saying 'no, no, no'.

'Were you dreaming about me?'

Fuck! Do I tell her the truth....kind of.

'I dreamt you were not going to take that internship in London. But you insisted that you would.'

'Just because I am going to visit doesn't mean I am going to take it.'

'I know, it's silly, it was a dream,' I said.

'Daddy, should we talk about...about before.'

'Yes, we should.'

'Daddy, I was out of line. I should never asked to measure your.... you know.'

'Penis girth.'

'Yes and then I got carried away. I did things that a daughter should never do with her father. I am sorry.'

'Honey, don't worry about it. It was... it was an aberration or something like that.'

'Yeah, an aberration,' she said.

'And it won't happen again.'

'Yeah and it won't happen again,' she said.

She said, 'Great! So we are. good?'

'Yes ma'am, we are good.'

She approached me on the side of the bed.

Uh oh...

She gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek.

'Good night Daddy.'

'Good night Lizzy.'

As she walked away I noticed her t-shirt had ridden up high, her white panties and nicely rounded cheeks visible.

Nice ass I thought.

She turned, noticed I was staring at her and said, 'He really liked my ass too.'

She smiled and said, 'What do you think about it?'

'About what? Your ass?'

'No, the handjob, what did you think about it?'

I said, 'Loved it.'

She said with a smile, 'Glad to know I haven't lost my touch.'

Then with a wink, 'My blowjobs are even better.'

What does that mean?

Finally, I was alone.

The dream, so real.

Would I really tell her no? to Stop? Probably not.

***

We flew first class to London.

'Do you fly like this all the time? Your own attendant? Order your dinner the way you like it? And... the best thing of all... free drinks Daddy?'

'No Lizzy, this is unusual for me.'

She called for our attendant after her fifth straight bourbon.

'Another, I need another, keep them coming uh, oh what was your name good looking'

Male attendant, straight male attendant.

'Jonathan.'

'Can I call you Johnnie Boy, my sex slave.'

'Jonathan, I am her Dad, cut her off.'

'Don't you dare tell him that! Or I will...'

'You will what Lizzy?'

'Tell him about what we did the other night.'

'Ok, just one more,' she pleaded.

'Jonathan, ignore him. I am old enough to make my own mistakes.'

She laughed at her little joke.

'Yes ma'am,' Jonathan said.