First Time I Saw My Daddy Naked

This story is part of a pair. The other story, "First Time I Saw My Daughter Naked," tells the same story, but from the perspective of a different character. You can read the two of them in either order. Happy reading!

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I was almost twenty years old the first time I saw my Daddy's cock.

In case you're wondering, it's a good cock. Long and thick and uncut with just the right amount of foreskin nearly covering the head, leaving the tip exposed. It sits in a wild, unkempt, very manly, bush of hair. It's a good cock. When it's hard, it's big and meaty and almost purple.

You may wonder why it took so long. Twenty years? I grew up my entire life with him, in a not-very-big house, with two bedrooms and one bathroom. You'd think that at some point, I'd see his cock, at least soft. I never did.

The reason can be said in one word: Mom. There was no way she was going allow any showing of anybody's body and certainly not a cock. She knew that all men were, at heart, rapists lusting after their daughters, so any hint of his visible skin was grooming the girl, and any hint of the girl's skin was inviting attack.

She wasn't affectionate or even nice to either of us. I'm pretty sure that she cut him out of the bedroom very early in the marriage, if not before, and there was nothing resembling sex going on. Mom slept in her bedroom, I slept in mine, and Daddy slept on the couch, for my entire childhood. Mom tried to keep him and me apart, but after she went to bed and closed her bedroom door, I would often sneak down the stairs and cuddle up with Daddy under a blanket. He'd read me stories or we'd talk about school, friends, or just life. I love Daddy. He kept me sane.

What does a self-respecting man do when his wife won't screw him? He has affairs, of course. Daddy was very good at hiding the affairs from Mom, but as I got older, he didn't really bother to hide them from me. One time, when Mom was away visiting her sister, he had his then-girlfriend over for sleep-overs, in Mom's bedroom. I was in my room, and the two of them were in Mom's room doing what normal adults do, for three nights. That was ballsy. I was impressed.

Eventually, Mom found out about one of his affairs. It wasn't that sleep-over girlfriend-- it was a year or so later, with a different girl. Mom went theatrically ballistic. Finally, she had an excuse to get rid of him, and she spared him no fury. She threw him out and divorced him. I really wanted to live with Daddy, but no judge gives custody of a teenage girl to her father, much less to one who's had an affair. So I ended up with her. Shit happens. This was deep shit.

Daddy and I would talk on the phone when Mom couldn't overhear, and a couple of times I actually saw him in an evening or weekend for coffee or ice cream. But Mom found out and threatened to get a restraining order, so that was the end of that.

Eventually I graduated from high school and needed a car to get back and forth to the nursing school. I quickly figured out that I could use that car for other purposes too. I could see Daddy whenever I wanted! So for that entire school year, I visited Daddy and his new wife Anna at their home every weekend, telling Mom I was in a study group. Often, Anna's daughter Sarah, who was a year or two older than me, was there too. It was a Sunday evening ritual.

I quickly learned to love Anna and Sarah, and finally, at long last, I had a real family, complete with a replacement-mother who acted like an actual mother, and even a new big sister! Best of all, I had Daddy.

One Sunday in May, I was having Sunday dinner with Daddy, Anna, and Sarah, and they had big news. Important news. Sarah was moving out to go live with her boyfriend, so they had a spare bedroom. Would I like to move in with them?

Anna told me to "think about it." I did. I thought for about two seconds, and announced my decision. I was thrilled. There was no time to lose. Sarah and I got up from the dinner table that minute, gathered up empty bags and suitcases, got into my car, and drove to Mom's house. We went to my room and started packing.

Mom came up the stairs and asked what was going on. I looked at her, as icily as I've ever looked at anybody, and said exactly five words. "I'm living with Daddy now." She, of course, went through the roof, describing Daddy with every foul lie she could possibly imagine. Sarah and I ignored it all, not even looking at her as we packed the bags and suitcases and carried them down the stairs and out the door. Neither one of us said another word to her, and we left her there to fume and shout.

You know what I did then, right after I started driving away? I reversed the car and drove back to Mom and opened the window. Then I spoke to her again, the very last words I would ever speak to her. "And no more child support payments," I said. "Get a fucking job." Then I drove away, and this time I didn't turn back.

I wasn't a kid anymore, and no Mom and no judge was going to tell me where to live. I was going to live with my new family, a real family.

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Sarah and I took the bags and suitcases up to the bedroom that had been hers but was now mine. The closet and drawers were mostly empty, but there were a few of her things still left. As we were unpacking my stuff and putting it away, I opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand. What was that I found? Was it what I thought it was? I held it up for Sarah to look at.

She produced a huge smile, as if she had just been reunited with a long-lost lover. She took it from my hands, brought it to her chest, and hugged it. "Hummer! I've missed you," she said. "This was my first vibrator. Mom and Dad gave it to me for Christmas, so long ago."

My jaw must have dropped to the floor. I was speechless but she was still talking.

"I'd forgotten all about it," she said. "I have newer ones now, so I don't use it anymore, but I had the best times with it." She turned to leave the room. "Back in a second," she said.

I heard her go down the stairs. "Richard, where are spare batteries?" she called. (Richard is my Daddy, her step-father.) Then, "can you help me get this thing open?" Drawers opened and closed and he answered something I couldn't hear, then, a minute later, she was bounding up the stairs and back to the bedroom. She pressed a button and Hummer started to hum and vibrate. She held it out to show me.

"It still works!" she said. "Don't you love it? Hummer and I were best friends for the longest time. You can do so many things with him."

Actually, my best friend was a stuffed elephant, but I wasn't going to tell her that. You can do a lot of things with a stuffed elephant too. It's harder to clean though.

"I used him almost every night," she said. "Do you have one?" she asked.

I shook my head.

She held it out for me, offering it as a gift. "You should have it," she said. "I have others. You've used one before, haven't you?"

Again, I shook my head. I hadn't.

I took Hummer in my hands. Sarah showed me the buttons, pointing to the on-off and the speed control. She demonstrated each. "It has three speeds," she said. "I like the middle one, but since you've never used one before, maybe you should start with the slowest." She showed me how to clean it and how to change the batteries.

I looked at Hummer, trying to imagine using it. Needless to say, my own Mom never gave me such a thing and neither did my Daddy.

Sarah had a lot more to say. "I didn't usually put him inside me, but I did sometimes. You'd probably need some lube for that, unless you get really wet. Do you get really wet? If you're using the back door, though, you'll certainly need lube, won't you? I didn't use the back door very often though. I think it takes a different kind of lube, but I'm not sure. I never got the hang of that back door thing. Anyway, I'll get some of the regular lube for you. I know just the right kind," she said.

The conversation was getting so bizarre that I had to laugh. Maybe she was over-sharing a bit?

"Do you want me to show you how to use it? There's a skill to it. Takes some practice. I can show you," Sarah offered.

Seriously? She was going to show me? Was she going to just drop her jeans, open wide, and give me hands-on training? Seriously? I ignored all her questions and changed the subject. "It's awfully loud," I said. "Didn't you worry that people would hear it?"

Sarah laughed, a big hearty laugh. "That's not a problem. Who cares what they hear? Whatever noise I'm making is drowned out by them. I can be as loud as I want." She pointed to the wall separating her bedroom from Anna and Daddy's. "Besides, everybody knows what I'm doing in here. It's not a secret. They wouldn't have given me a toy if they didn't want me to use it."

Their noise drowned out hers? I had no idea what she was talking about. I gave her a quizzical look, so she explained. "They're like bunnies, the two of them. And the walls are thin, and they aren't quiet," she said, pointing again to the wall that separated her bedroom from Anna and Daddy's. "Gets me wet just listening to them. I used Hummer a lot when they were doing it. I used Hummer other times too, of course, not just when they were boning"

I was quiet for a moment. She thought I didn't know what she was talking about, but I did. I just didn't know what to say. So she started to explain.

It took her a minute to speak, as if she were searching for the right words. Then she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and started moaning, quietly and softly, just loud enough to be heard. "Oh, oh, yes. That's good. Do that some more. Just like that. Oh, yes. Oh, yes." She grew louder and louder.

Then she looked at me, with a deadly serious expression on her face, and we both burst out laughing.

I was glad to hear about Anna and Daddy's sex life. It was about time that Daddy had a wife who knew what she was supposed to do. "How often do they do it?" I asked.

"Maybe three or four times a week," she said. "And when they do it, it's two or three times. It's like an hour or more. It can be a pain if I'm trying to sleep. There's no way to sleep, so I just power up my Hummer. I keep extra batteries in the nightstand."

"Holy shit," I said. "He's 40 years old. He can do that? Two or three times, four times a week? What kind of drugs is he taking?"

I was kidding, not expecting an answer, but she responded. "He takes something once a day. I don't know what it's called, but whatever it is, it really works. He gets really hard and lasts forever."

I assumed Anna had shared the details with her. That was a strange thing for Anna to share with her daughter, though, wasn't it? Was Daddy taking Cialis or Viagra, or something like that? Good for him! With a non-fucking wife for all those years, I'm sure Daddy had some -- ahem --pent-up frustrations.

"So, anyway," Sarah said, "Hummer and I got quite a workout. It works really well. You'll like it. I could cum two or three times listening to them."

She wasn't done talking yet. I was fascinated. "But sometimes, if I'm trying to read or talk to somebody, or whatever, sometimes it got so loud that I had to go in there and tell them to quiet it down. Just what you need when you're on, like, Facetime, is to have a soundtrack of your mom getting boned. Not exactly the background noise you want."

What did she just say? Did she say she went in there? Into their bedroom? While her mom was getting "boned?" That couldn't be true, could it? I had to get clarification.

I was careful how I asked the question. I had to hear that again, to make sure what she meant. "How'd you get them to quiet down? I might have to do that sometime," I asked.

"I'd just go in there and stand at the foot of the bed and tell them to get a room," she said. That always made them laugh, you know, cause they already were in a room. But it would quiet them down for a little bit."

I must have had a horrified look on my face. For a moment, Sarah was puzzled. "What?" she asked.

She didn't know how strange that was? I was stunned. "You just walked in on your parents having sex? They were ok with that?" I asked.

Sarah didn't understand why I was perplexed. "They don't care," she said. "Why would they? It's just sex. Everybody has sex. Mom has sex. Richard has sex. I have sex. You have sex. It's not a big deal. Nothing I haven't seen before."

I didn't know what to say.

Then she asked me, "Haven't you ever seen your parents having sex?"

I was in shock. I just shook my head. "My parents never had sex," I said.

Sarah nodded her head, slowly. "Oh, yeah. Richard told us. He said they never had sex at all after you were born. What a shit show." She was quiet for a moment, then looked at me, compassionately, rather like a big sister would, and continued. "I hope that didn't mess you up. You know, some people are happy in marriage. Not every relationship is like your mom and dad's."

That was certainly true. I needed to remember that. Anna and Daddy seemed happy, and there was no shortage of sex in their relationship. I looked forward to hearing them boning.

Two days later, a small Amazon package arrived for me. I didn't remember ordering anything, so I didn't know what was in it. I was hunting around for a knife or scissors or something, and Daddy came over and brought out his pocketknife. He opened the box, and, sitting there, for all to see, was a small bottle of "Personal Pleasure Oil Sexual Lubricant." Oh shit.

I didn't know what to say. I looked at the box, certainly not at Daddy. He seemed unconcerned. He picked up the bottle and looked at it. "That's the same brand Sarah uses with Hummer, isn't it?" he said, in the most casual possible voice, as if he were discussing the weather. "I hear she gave you Hummer, so she probably ordered this for you. You'll really like it. It lasts a long time, so you don't have to keep adding more if you're in a long session."

He handed me the bottle and walked away.

Have you ever had the feeling that you've fallen asleep and woken up on another planet?

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It was getting to be late May and summer weather was upon us. It was time to open up the pool that Anna and Daddy had in the backyard. One afternoon, the pool guy came, and Anna and I decided to sit outside and watch him work. We brought the lounge chairs and other outdoor furniture from the garage, cleaned off the winter's dust, and sat down with some lemonade and chips, in shorts and sleeveless tops.

The pool guy was exactly what you'd expect. About 20 years old, a little tall, muscular, and good looking -- at least in his own mind. So Anna and I decided to treat ourselves to an hour or two of ogling.

Pool Guy liked the attention. He'd look over at us, smiling in a way that he thought was sexy. He gave us a long, languid look, then slowly lifted his t-shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, expecting us to admire his tanned physique. I thought it was gross and wanted no part of him, but Anna played along and smiled and flirted and batted her eyes. She stretched, adjusted her top to be a little more revealing, and perched her bare feet up on the chair so he could admire her newly-pedicured fire-engine-red toes. She was having fun.

She gave me a nudge with her elbows and spoke quietly to me. "What do you think his cock is like?" she asked.

That was the type of remark I'd expect from friends my own age, but it took me by surprise coming from her. I tried to imagine my Mom saying something like that.

I laughed and held out my hand with my thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. "I think he's compensating for something," I said.

Anna shot a quick glance to make sure he wasn't looking at us, then held up both hands about two feet apart. We both giggled.

I don't know if Pool Guy had overheard us or if it was just coincidence, but at that point he looked at us and picked up a can of Coke that he'd been drinking. He ran his hand sensually up and down its wet length, up and down, up and down, and gave us a big grin. Anna nodded and made a face like she was really impressed, and, appallingly, gave him a little air-kiss.

Then she turned to me. "You think it's bigger than your dad's?" she asked.

What kind of a question was that? "I wouldn't know," I said.

"Well, go find out," Anna said, pointing to Pool Guy. "I'm sure he'll show you. There's a ruler in the desk drawer, in the kitchen. Or maybe you should get a yard-stick. There's a 10-foot tape measure somewhere."

That wasn't what I'd meant by not knowing. I had no idea how big Daddy's cock was. She had to know that, didn't she? Was she testing me? Or teasing me?

"You go ask him," I said. "It's you that he's hot after, not me."

She nodded. "I can't," she said. "I'm married."

I shrugged. "I guess we'll never know," I said.

That was, thankfully, the end of the discussion of Pool Guy's cock, so we changed the subject, drank the lemonade, ate the chips, and enjoyed the sun. I think Anna briefly fell asleep.

Eventually the pool was open and the filter was humming. Anna got up and wrote Pool Guy a check. He smiled and thanked her and touched her hand unnecessarily when taking the check. He gave her one last pseudo-sexy smile, much longer than appropriate, then got into his truck and left. Poor boy, he wasn't going to get anything more. I picked up the empty Coke can and threw it in the recycle. It was disgusting.

Anna was wide awake now. "Shall we try it out?" she asked. "The water looks so sparkly."

Good idea. It was hot in the sun and I was ready to cool off in the pool. I nodded.

"I'll go get some towels," Anna said. "Take off your clothes. I'll be back in a second."

I must have given her a bewildered expression, so she offered an explanation. She waved her arms, showing the expanse of the yard from all angles. "Nobody can see anything," she said. "Leaves on the trees block all the view in the summer. It's just the two of us." She shrugged and went into the house, and, sure enough, was back in a few seconds carrying big fluffy beach towels.

She laid the towels on one of the chairs and lifted her shirt over her head, then dropped her shorts to the ground and kicked them away. She reached behind to unhook her bra, but then stopped and looked at me. Neither of us spoke for a long minute, then she broke the silence. "You can wear a bathing suit or just your underwear if you want. Whatever makes you comfortable. We usually just go naked, but if you're uncomfortable, you can do whatever."

Anna unhooked her bra, threw it into the pile of clothes, whipped her panties off, and stood there for a moment, waiting for me to do something. A moment passed, and she gave up waiting and dove into the water. Holy shit.

What could I do? What should I do? When in Rome, do as the Romans do? Or do what I always do and cover myself whenever possible? I decided to compromise. I took off the top and the shorts, left the panties on, and debated what to do about the bra. Anna was swimming laps, paying no attention to me, so I had time to think. I bit my lip, decided to go for broke, and took off the bra. I rushed to the water's edge and dove into the deep end, where my boobs would be under water.

The pool felt wonderful, so cool and refreshing, and, I have to say, the feel of the water chilling my nipples was fantastic. I joined Anna in swimming laps for a bit. Soon Anna tired and stood in the shallow end, catching her breath. Boobs out. Boobs all the way out. Pussy just barely under water.

I decided, what the hell, to join her. I'd been naked with other girls, in gym class or whatever, so what the hell. I went to stand next to her and tried to ignore the boob situation. I was quite careful not to look. "That felt really good," I said. "There's nothing like the first swim of the summer."

Anna smiled and was quiet for a minute, still catching her breath. Then she spoke, "I'm glad you decided to lose the top. You have great breasts. It's a shame to hide them."