that he had just been rubbing his big thing up and down in the shower just like some of the boys had been doing that night at Marcy's. She would just have to ask him about that rubbing business first.
She couldn't help wondering why he was trying to hide behind that towel. He had never done that before when he was naked. In fact nobody had ever tried to hide their nakedness from her. She had even watched her brothers take showers before. Her Dad let her watch him shave in the mornings sometimes. He sure was acting strangely.
Bill was feeling strangely, too. Now that the initial shock of being discovered in such an excited state was beginning to wear off, he found his mind swimming with feeling he couldn't quite understand. Perhaps it was the horniness that Rena had inspired in him in conjunction with the sudden appearance of his young daughter before him that made him feel so strangely. Whatever was the cause of his feelings, it was now undeniable that he felt attracted to his daughter. His dick burned and twitched behind the towel as he looked upon the sweet young thing standing there before him wearing only her pink pajama bottoms. She looked so soft and innocent, so young and tender that he couldn't help loving her more than ever before.
Real though his feelings were for her, he knew that he had to submerge them immediately before they took control of him completely and led him into places no father dared go with his children. Still she continued to look at his crotch, seemingly trying to see what he was hiding behind his towel.
He wondered why she was so interested in his dick.
He hoped her interest was mere curiosity unrelated to sex. Perhaps he shouldn't have tried to hide himself in the first place. On the other hand, perhaps his innocent daughter knew more about sex than he had taught her. The thought was a troubling one and he submerged it. He had enough trouble controlling his dick without thinking about sex in any connection.
'Dawn, honey, what are you doing in here? It's late, dear. I thought you were in bed like a good girl. What's wrong, honey?' Bill asked, trying to hide his confusion and embarrassment behind a warm smile.
'I couldn't sleep, Dad. I wanted to ask you some questions. You and Mom always say I should ask questions whenever I don't understand something. Is it all right, Dad?' she asked, looking straight into Bill's eyes.
Dawn made him feel suddenly ashamed of his horniness, which was steadily increasing rather than diminishing in her presence.
'Surely, Dawn. You should always ask questions. But can't it wait till tomorrow? First thing in the morning? It is pretty late. You should be in bed,' he replied.
'Can't I ask just one little question tonight, Dad?' she said, looking pleadingly into Bill's eyes.
'All right, Dawn. One little question. But then you'll have to get right into bed,' he told her, unable to resist her charming innocence.
'Okay, Dad,' she said, obviously relieved.
Dawn started to ask a question but stopped before she had gotten it out, her voice quavering.
'What's the matter, Dawn? Forget that important question already?' Bill smiled down at her.
'Gee whiz, Dad, I don't know what question to ask first. I've got so many of them!' she said.
'Well, dear, you'll just have to pick one. Just one tonight,' Bill replied.
'Okay, Dad, I've got one! What was that thing you were doing to your 'thing' in the shower?' she asked, looking at her dad's crotch.
Em gasped and felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden. He could hardly believe his ears. Not only had his fears of having been observed jacking off in the shower been realized but now he had to explain it all to Dawn. He sat down on the toilet seat and tiled to hold the towel over his lap while he collected his thoughts and tried to regain what little composure he had left.
'W-Why do you want to know that, Dawn?' he stammered.
'I just wondered what that was that you were doing, that's all. I saw some boys doing that same thing over at Marcy Palmer's house last Saturday night and I've wondered about it ever since,' she said.
'You saw what?' Bill gasped.
'I promised not to tell, but I guess it's all right now,' she said slowly.
'Yes, Dawn, it's all right. Tell me what you're talking about,' he said.
'Well, I hid in the back of the station wagon last Saturday night when Chastity drove it to Marcy Palmer's house. I didn't know where she was going or anything. I just wanted to find out what Doug and Chastity did when they went out so late all the time. I didn't mean any harm, Dad,' she said nervously.
'No, no, no, Dawn, that's all right. Just tell me the whole story,' Bill urged, knowing that he had [missing text].
Dawn was looking straight at the head of Bill's dick when it exploded, shooting squirt after squirt of hot sperm into the air. The first shot hit Dawn on the lips. She was amazed that such a thing could happen to her dad's cock. She wondered how he did it. She dodged the following squirts from his cock and watched enthralled as he shot the stuff halfway to the ceiling. Bin closed his eyes and all but collapsed after his violent climax. When he opened his eye a few seconds late, Dawn was licking he lips, tasting the hot spunk that his exploding balls had shot at he mouth.
'How does that stuff taste, Dawn?' Bill asked. He couldn't help the strange dizzying, almost appalling feeling that stirred within him. There was tenderness in the feeling and a considerable portion of masculine pride. Strangely enough, he didn't feel any true shame about what he had just done to his daughter. Alter all, he thought, he hadn't hurt her.
'It tastes all right, I guess, Dad,' Dawn replied. 'What's this white stuff?'
'It's called sperm. That's the stuff that makes babies in the woman's belly,' he said, patting her gently an the cheek.
'I remember, Dad, you told me all about sperm. But will I have a baby now?' she asked with a trace of fear in her sweet voice.
'No, no, no, Dawn! Nothing like that's going to happen to my girl. But you've got to promise Dad something. All right?' he asked.
'Okay, Dad, I promise! What do I have to promise?' she asked happily.
'You'll have to promise never to tell anybody what we just did. You can't tell anyone what I taught you about cocks and sperm and things like that. Don't tell anybody at all and that includes Mom.'
'I won't ever tell, Dad!' she laughed gleefully.
The bathroom door suddenly swung open.
'She won't have to tell Mom anything, Bill!' a voice said intensely.
It was Rena.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bill almost pissed when he saw his wife standing in the doorway watching Dawn as she licked the remaining sperm from her lips. He half expected her to shoot him. He knew how free Rena was as far as sex was concerned, but how could she rationalize letting her daughter suck her husband's dick? Bill knew that Rena had never once balked at anything sexual that he might have asked of her in their long and happy marriage. She had done almost everything with him and done it willingly. He had shared her at parties and had fucked other women while she had watched. She had even participated in girl-girl sex on occasion. She had enjoyed every abandoned minute of the fun and games in which she and her husband indulged. But now Bill was sure that she was about to turn on him.
Even Rena would surely stop at having sex with her children, Bill thought. But he was about to be proven wrong. Rena stood there with a smile on her face, not the scowl he had expected. Her smile was the smile she often wore while sucking his dick off or quaking in the throes of a wild orgasm.
These questions swain through Bill's confused mind. He noticed that Rena's eyes were on his deflating dick and the sperm that still oozed from its head. She was licking her pretty lips just as Dawn was, only for slightly different reasons.
'Well, Bill, what's been going on here, may I ask? Is this the way to teach our daughter about the birds and bees?' she asked, pointing to Bill's dribbling cock.
