The vacation condo was smaller than expected, but still very nice. I liked being so high up with a balcony that faced the ocean. We had done the beach that morning and came back for lunch. After a sandwich and a hard seltzer, Dad had dozed off. He was sprawled out on the couch softly snoring with an arm draped over his eyes.
I had tried to sit on the balcony, but it was just too damn hot. The blast of cool air from the condo felt good as I flopped down in one of the easy chairs in the living room. Just like Mom, I wore a bikini top and shorts. Mom was watching TV while sipping on a hard seltzer. I had nothing better to do. I knew we'd go out later for dinner and more. I stared at my phone and the TV.
"Can I have one of those?" I asked Mom. Her answer surprised me.
"As long as you bring me another one, too."
"Sweet," I said, darting to the fridge. Technically, at eighteen, I was three years shy of being allowed to drink anything alcoholic, but Mom was cool. As I carried two drinks back to the living room, I glanced at my Dad. He was clearly going commando beneath his loose running shorts and having a fun dream, but that was not all I noticed.
Daddy had a big cock. Okay, maybe it wasn't giant-sized like a porn star. Still, Daddy's cock looked delightfully long and deliciously thick, and I was a bad daughter for noticing it. I stared directly at the long, tube-like shape resting on his thigh. "Damn, Mom," I said, unable to stop gawking at it.
Mom's eyes followed my gaze and she smirked. "He does have a nice one, doesn't he?"
"Mom!" I giggled, surprised by her again.
"What? You've seen one before, haven't you?"
I rolled my eyes. Of course, I had seen one, but only one. I wasn't a virgin, although that had only changed after prom, which happened to be one day past my eighteenth birthday. All the other dicks I had seen were in pictures or videos.
"Hopefully, it was as nice as his," she said as her smirk turned into a wistful smile. She cupped a hand next to her mouth and whispered, "He even shaves his balls for me."
"Mom!"
"What?" she giggled, making me wonder how much she had had to drink already that day. "He likes when I suck on them and I hate when they are furry."
"MOM!"
"Sh! You don't want to wake him up. He might be dreaming about you."
How I bit back another shocked squeal, I'll never know. My eye felt wide enough for them to pop right out of my head. I couldn't believe she was saying any of this. I saw her playful grin, the twinkle in her blue eyes, and I knew she was playing, but still! "Why would he be dreaming about me?"
"Hm, I wonder?" she asked, appraising me with a hungry gaze. "Don't act like your Dad should be immune to that bikini you wore to the beach. It's sexy and you know it."
I wrestled with how that made me feel. Of course, I picked out the cute bikini with the string top and bottoms with side ties. I love that look and it always feels daring because of those ties. Besides, the ties are easy to move up or down to avoid tan lines around my hips.
"He couldn't stop staring at you."
"He stares at you, too."
"I know, but it's sexier when he stares at you."
"Mom!" I gasped, keeping my voice to a shocked whisper. "That's so fucking wrong!"
"And that's what makes it hot, too. Besides, if it's so wrong, then why do you keep staring at him?"
Because it looks like he's about to get hard,
I thought, but I didn't dare say that. Instead, I made it a point to stare at my phone instead of Dad's half-hard cock.'
"Oh fuck, what time is it?" Mom asked, picking up her phone from the end table. "I forgot I have a massage scheduled at 2:30!" She took one more sip from her hard seltzer before pushing it closer to me. "You have fun babysitting your Dad and let me know if anything good happens. I'll be back in a couple of hours." She darted to their bedroom for a cover-up before hitting the door, leaving the two of us alone.
Free to stare all I wanted at Dad, I did. I might have pointed my camera at him and took a picture, too. Reaching between his legs, Dad grabbed his junk and gave it a squeeze while squirming on the couch. His gentle snoring had stopped.
"She's not wrong," he said, still laying with his arm covering his eyes.
Startled, I jumped and nearly spilled the seltzer in my hand down my front.
"I thought you were asleep."
"I am," he said in a sleepy, groggy tone. "But you did look good in that bikini."
"Dad!" I cried out, even though I was smiling from ear to ear at the same time. Had he really noticed me in that way? That felt sort of good in a really wrong way.
"I'm just saying, you're not a little girl anymore."
"You're not so little either," I teased with a little giggle.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled as he fell back asleep again with his hand resting next to the lump in his shorts.
"Daddy?" I asked to no reply. He really had fallen asleep again. Finished my hard seltzer, I started on what was left of Mom's. "You're sexy, too," I softly said, just playing around.
"Uh-huh," he softly mumbled and his hand moved closer to his prick.