"Tiffany!" He frowned. "Enough already. I'm your dad."
Her eyes flashed. Like him, she also had a quick temper. More so when she was turned on. "It didn't stop you getting a hard on over me though did it?" She stuck out her tongue.
"No... but..." He tried to walk away. "Ouch!"
"Shit, dad, here, sit down. Let me rub that! It's got to be painful."
Lowering himself gingerly to the bench Dave winked at her. "I take it you mean my back?"
Crossing her arms beneath her breasts Tiffany cocked her head. "Now who's being inappropriate?"
He stuck his tongue out.
A cruel look crossed Tiffany's face. If he wanted to play that game... let's see who would chicken out first. "Maybe."
He raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't dare. I'm your wizened old dad, remember? Besides, it's incest."
Stepping forwards the teen reached out a shivering hand. She pressed her palm flat against the front of his shorts. "Nothing old or wizened I can feel here." She wrapped her hand around his shaft through the material, then reached down to fondle his big balls. She couldn't even fit both in her hand. "It's all good, solid young wood!"
Her father had gone bright red and was now coughing and spluttering. "Tiffany... no... I'm... your father!"
"Yes, dad dear." She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling but did not take her hand from his cock immediately. She felt it lurch. Just like Mr Jacobson's had the night before. She knew that she had him where she wanted him. IF she wanted him. Which was open to question. Her did was exactly her type. Tall. Broad shouldered. Fit. And with a big cock and a nice smile. He was her dad though and that was what was freaking her out.
She lowered her hand.
Dave reached out to push her back. His strong hand caught in the material of her shorts and dragged them up into her crotch. With a wince she heard them rip.
Dave looked shocked. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry dear!"
"It's okay dad... oh!" She cried out. The material had given out and fallen down, catching by her knees. Tiffany blushed deep crimson as her naked pussy was visible to her dad. He gasped heartily when he saw it. You see, Tiffany shaved to keep it bald - the way most men liked their teens - and there was not a hair on it. Her two lips were fleshy and swollen right now with lust. They were also wet from her own juices where they had pooled in the crotch of her shorts. Her hand flew to the material and she pulled it up.
Dave looked away. "Jesus, Tiffany... you shave?"
"Yeah, " She said shyly, her eyes going to his crotch. "You like that too, eh?"