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A story of secrets revealed, because as soon as you turn eighteen, you're all grown up, right? June 7th was the day the word "typical" left our lexicon for how we described our teenage daughter, Jenna. The day before, my Jenna was your typical, teenaged, high school graduate. She laid around the house, ignored the few little chores we still expected her to do, and back talked to her mother and me every chance she got. She was lazy, sassy, and everything else one might expect out of a seventeen year old. That's funny, because that was the first thing that changed on June 7th, our Jenna turned eighteen. Cheryl, my wife, works as an operating room nurse and she had a surgery that morning. I woke up with her, pulling on a ratty pair of old shorts I sometimes wore when working out and t-shirt. While she showered and dressed, I made coffee and surfed the internet on my tablet. We chatted for a bit. Cheryl reminded me it was Jenna's birthday, gave me a kiss and left for work. I remember watching my wife's tight, tiny ass inside her hospital scrubs as she left. What can I say? Cheryl still does it for me. She's the reason I keep myself in shape, the last thing I'm going to do is let another man turn her head faster than I can. It was Saturday and her birthday, I didn't bother to wake Jenna up. I drank coffee, surfed the 'net, and enjoyed the peace that was able to end. I remember looking at the clock when I heard Jenna upstairs. It was just after nine, earlier than I thought she would wake up. I heard the bathroom flush and then her feet on the stairs. "Welcome to adulthood!" I called out to her. One moment later, I found myself speechless. "Thanks, Daddy," Jenna said as she skipped around the corner and into the kitchen as she usually did, heading right to the cabinet next to the sink for a coffee cup, like always. What was different was the way I was staring at her and what she was wearing. Okay, what she wasn't wearing, because she wasn't wearing a damn thing. My Jenna was completely naked from head-to-toe. My mind took a snapshot of her as she crossed into the kitchen, playing it back in detail. My mind studied her perky, bare breasts, narrow waist, and noticed her pussy was completely shaved. On tip-toes with her back to me, my mind took a second picture of her firm, round ass and how good her calf muscles looked. She gets her legs from her mother, my mind noted as my eyes absorbed her bareback. "What the fuck?" were the first words I managed. "Damn, Daddy, really?" Jenna asked, pouring a cup of coffee and flashing me a quick smile over her shoulder. Coffee cup in hand, she sat at the table as if nothing was wrong. I couldn't stop my eyes from looking at her tits, noticing the lack of a tan-line, how pink her nipples looked, and how her tits didn't look as small when she was topless as when they were sandwiched inside a sports bra. "Ooo, these chairs are cold when you're naked," she said, squirming a bit. "Okay, so you know you're naked," I said feeling my mind doing NASCAR circles around the same track with the same results; lots of speed and motion without ever getting anywhere. "Can I ask why you're naked?" "Because I'm eighteen now and I'm an adult, so it's okay for me to be naked in front of you." "I'm still your father." "I know, that's what makes it really kinky. Are you hard yet?" "Excuse me?" Jenna laughed at me, pissing me off. "If it helps you get hard, when I'm done with this cup of coffee, I'm going to go up to my room and play with myself. Did you want to watch?" "I think I'll pass on that." "Okay, but I'll leave my door open while I'm doing it in case you change your mind." "I don't think I'm going to change my mind." "Why not? Wouldn't it be hot to see a body like mine squirming around on the bed, all hot and bothered?" She cupped one of her breasts as she spoke, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Did you know I have a toy? It's not a vibrator, just a dildo. Hey, maybe you can get me a vibrator for my birthday!" "I am not buying you a vibrator for your birthday." "Maybe mom will." "Want me to call her and ask?" I offered, calling her bluff. I didn't know what she up to, but there was no way she was going to get the best of me. I just wished she would stop playing with her nipple like that. It was easy to see how hard she had made her nipple. Aside from it looking hard, it had grown longer, too. One glance between her two breasts showed the differences, a glance I didn't want to make but couldn't stop myself from noticing, dammit. "If I call her, you have to ask," I said, hoping I was upping the ante. "Fine, call her," Jenna said, her hand slipping beneath the table. "I'm getting really wet thinking about it." I saw the way her arm moved, she was rubbing herself beneath the table. Without a better plan, I picked up my cell phone and called my wife. I was sure it would be a waste of time. If she was in surgery, she wouldn't have her phone with her and she had only been gone a couple hours. To my surprise, she answered on the first ring. "Hey! I was just getting ready to call you. Surgery got cancelled and I'm on my way home. Everything okay?" I put my phone on speaker so Jenna could hear both ends of the conversation. "Not really. Things are a little weird here." "How?" Cheryl asked. I could hear the concern in her voice. "Is everyone okay?" Where do you start? I did what I guess every parent does, by assigning ownership of our kid to her. "Well, your newly minted eighteen year old daughter decided it was okay for her to come to breakfast naked and tell me how she wants a vibrator for her birthday." I missed hearing Cheryl's reaction because of Jenna complaining, "Hey, you said I had to ask her for it!" I nodded at the phone sitting between us. "Yeah, so Dad's right, Mom. I'd really like a vibrator for my birthday. It doesn't need to be a big one, not like industrial strength or anything like yours. Maybe something like a pocket rocket or..." She stopped because Cheryl was talking. "How the hell do you know I own a vibrator?" "Fuck, you think I've never snooped inside your nightstand drawers? You have a whole collection of toys, Mom, and all I have is one dildo. It's pretty big, though. I can show it to you when you get home." "When did you get a dildo?" Cheryl asked, sounding as shocked as I had been feeling. "Doesn't really matter, does it? I have one and I like it and now I want to try a vibrator, too, so can you get me one? Please?" She sure didn't sound like an adult. "Are you really naked right now?" "As naked as I was eighteen years ago when you squeezed me out of your pussy." "Jenna!" Cheryl and I said at the same time. "Well that's how it happened, right? I wasn't a c-section, was I?" "Why are you naked?" Cheryl asked. Jenna sighed. "Because I can be. I'm an adult now, right? I can do any damn thing I want, except buy alcohol. Maybe I'll get a job at strip club. Hey Dad? Have you ever been inside that place by the airport? Do they get all the way naked there?" "Stop it," Cheryl said. "Stop what?" "You are not getting a job at a strip club!" "Fine," Jenna said, in that put-upon exasperated tone that only a teenage girl can summon. "Hey, I was going to go play with myself, but I can wait if you're going to bring home a vibrator for me." I shook my head and she misinterpreted what I meant. "Yeah, you're probably right, Dad. I can do it now and later! Good idea!" "What the fuck?" Cheryl yelled into her phone. (Technically, at her windshield, since our state has a law that cell phones have to be hands-free.) "I told Daddy he could watch me do it if he wanted," Jenna said, confessing to her own actions. "You can, too, if you want. Shit, you can both help if you want." "Young lady, you'll do nothing of the sort until I get home!" Cheryl snapped. I could hear the heat in her voice. "And stay the fuck away from husband!" "Okay, then hurry. I think he got hard when I started playing with my nipple," Jenna said before hanging up the phone in the middle of Cheryl's next tirade. "Well, I don't think she's going to stop and get me a vibrator, do you?" Cheryl and I have a policy we've used since we first became parents to Jenna's older brother (who had taken an internship out of state, so Matt was missing this entire piece of our lives). The policy is simple, only one of us are allowed to be mad at a kid at a time. Hearing Cheryl blowing her top calmed me down, allowing me to take a different approach. "Sweetheart, can we talk about this?" I asked Jenna. "Like adults, okay?" "Sure, what's to talk about?" "Look, I know you're legal now and able to do all sorts of things you couldn't do before, but that's doesn't mean you should do those things." "So I can't be naked in my own house?" "Technically, it's not your house, it's my house. Mine and your mom's house." "So, if I want to be naked, I have to move out?" "Do we walk around naked in front of you and talk about playing with ourselves?" "You can if you want. Especially now. Now it's legal and everything." "Jenna, why don't you go put some clothes on before your mom gets home." "Why don't you just deal with it?" she smarted back and it was all I could do to keep my cool. "Better yet, why don't you get naked and let me see that big dick of yours?" "Thank is not going to happen," I assured her, as cool as I could be. "Wanna bet?" she asked. Our conversation didn't last any longer. Cheryl had been closer to home that I thought. She left her car parked in the driveway and stormed in the front door to find us sitting at the kitchen table. She was red faced with anger. "Get upstairs and put some clothes on before I kick your skinny, naked ass," she hissed at Jenna in a tone I had never heard Cheryl use. It worked, because Jenna didn't argue or risk back talking. Instead, she got up from the table, carefully walked around her mother, and went upstairs. "What the fuck?" Cheryl asked me as soon as Jenna was gone. "You tell me. She came downstairs that way and then started talking about how she was going to play with herself and I could watch." "Did you say something to her?" That pissed me off. "Oh yeah, I asked her if she would let me watch," I spat, acid dripping from words. "What do you think I said? I asked her why the hell she was naked and what the fuck was going on. And then she started in on this whole 'I want a vibrator for my birthday' bullshit." "What if I had been in surgery?" "I don't know," I said. "I mean, I wasn't going to go watch her, if that's what you mean." "No," Cheryl said, sitting down in the chair across from where Jenna had been sitting. Cheryl touched my hand, reminding me she was on my side. Before we could say anything else to each other, Jenna was back. As clothes, she had pulled on a long t-shirt. I couldn't see, but I guessed that was all she was wearing. She sure wasn't wearing a bra, that much was obvious. In her hand, she was carrying a long, blue latex dildo. "What is that?" Cheryl asked. "George," Jenna said, setting it on the table. "Would you please take George off my table?" Cheryl asked. "Yeah, I just thought you might want to see him so you know I wasn't lying about him." "How long have you had George?" Cheryl asked. "Does it really matter? Let's just say the magic dildo fairy brought him to me right after midnight last night." "And how long have you been snooping in my nightstand?" "How long have I been able to climb up the stairs?" After Cheryl rolled her eyes, her gaze landed on me for help. "Jenna? You're mom and I are just trying to understand why everything changed." "I told you, because I turned eighteen. Now it's legal for me to be open about my sexuality and you guys can be open about yours, too." "Maybe we don't want to be open about our sexuality," I said. "Really? I can't ask questions anymore? Does this mean I still have to answer yours?" If there was a question in my mind about her being an adult, it vanished with her ability to reason. Jenna was a good girl, a former track star in high school, an avid runner, and a nearly straight A student. As far as we could tell, she never drank, smoked, or had experimented with drugs. Aside from being a lazy, smart-mouthed teenager, she was great. Cheryl and I aren't ignorant. We talked behind her back. We had made guesses about which boyfriend had been her first and Cheryl had even suggested that Jenna might go both ways. "I don't know for sure, but some of her friends are damn dyke-ish," had been her words, which were funny, because I knew my wife went both ways, too. "If you want to keep living in this house, you damn well better answer our questions," Cheryl snapped, still in the role of the heavy. "But what about MY questions?" Jenna insisted in that bratty way of hers. "Okay, like what?" I asked, hoping to diffuse some of the anger. I put my hand on top of Cheryl's, keeping her quiet with my touch. She squeezed my hand, letting me take the lead again. "Well?" I asked. "What kind of questions do you have?" Jenna stared at each of us for a long beat before asking, "So how often do the two of you do it?" Unwilling to make anything easy on her, I asked, "Do what?" "Make love? The nasty? Fuck?" Jenna said. If she was hoping to shock, she didn't. I think the shock factor had worn off when she appeared for her morning cup of coffee naked and talking about masturbating. "Damn near every day," I said. "Sometimes, twice a day." I was hoping my candor might turn the tables on her. It didn't. "Can I watch?" "No," I said, refusing to let her question get a rise out of me. "Does it bother you that I own a dildo?" "Not especially," I said, keeping my answers as short as I could. "Do you want to watch me use it?" "Not really." "But you know I'm going to, right?" "Whatever." "And I'm not going to close my door when I do it." I didn't say a word. "And I don't care if either one of you watches or both of you." "Then go for it," Cheryl said. She still had that angry edge to her voice, but I guess exactly what she was doing. "I will." "No, right here. Right now. If you're so hell bent on using your dildo in front of us, go for it," Cheryl snapped. "Get yourself off and we'll go vibrator shopping together." "You don't think I will," Jenna said, picking up the sex toy she had laid on the empty chair when Cheryl told her to take it off the table. That's when Cheryl moved in for the kill. I squeezed her hand, proud of how well she had played Jenna. The bitchy, angry tone was instantly gone from her voice. In that heartbeat, she had switched from angry mom to worried and concerned mom. It was fucking perfect. "Honey," she said, her voice and soothing. "I don't know what you're going to do, but if it's really that important to you for us to watch you masturbate, then we're here for you, baby. Just like always. We're your parents and we love you." "So you'll really watch?" our daughter asked, not sticking to the script. "And it's okay if I do it right here in the kitchen?" "If that's what you need to do, dear," Cheryl said in her kindest mommy voice. "If I do it, you have to promise you'll let me finish and not go all thermo-nuclear on me again. Will you promise?" Jenna asked, licking the tip of the blue dildo. It felt so wrong to see my precious daughter holding the damn thing in the first place, but seeing her licking the tip of its cock-shaped head shot through me. It was as shocking as seeing her naked and shaved again. I froze, trusting my wife's gambit. Surely Cheryl had taken all the lust out of the idea, hadn't she? "I promise, snook'ums," she said, laying it on thick with all her endearments. "If it's something you need to do, we'll just watch quietly until you're done." I don't think Cheryl could be more pandering and condescending. "Cool!" Jenna said, pushing her chair backwards until she was in the middle of the kitchen. "Can you see okay, Mom?" "Yes dear," Cheryl said. Like me, I'm sure she was still trying to call Jenna's bluff. I don't believe Cheryl thought anything more was going to happen, even after Jenna stripped off her t-shirt. (And I had been right with my earlier guess, that's all she was wearing.) See her naked again had lost its shock value. Yes, it was disturbing, but not as disturbing as the first time or as what happened next. Jenna slouched down in her chair, sliding her ass to the front edge and parting her knees wide enough to show us every part of her eighteen year old womanhood. Her pussy lips looked puffy and excited and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized Jenna hadn't been bluffing. She laid the dildo across her flat stomach, opened her pussy with two fingers on her left hand, and ran a finger against her exposed parts. I couldn't stop myself from noticing how both of Jenna's nipples looked stiff as she closed her eyes and pushed her index finger deep inside her pussy. "Mm," she purred. "Look at us," Cheryl said, a bit of the former sharpness back in her voice. "If you want us to watch, then you have to watch us watching." I had to appreciate Cheryl's ability to call Jenna on it, because I was speechless. My mouth had gone completely dry and I knew I wouldn't be able to make a sound. "Like this?" Jenna asked, staring at her mom. "Is this how you like to do it, too? Do you start with just your fingers?" Cheryl remained quiet. "Come on, Mom, is it?" "None of your business," Cheryl replied, frost dripping off her words. "You've seen her do it, haven't you, Dad? Is this how she does it?" "I don't remember," I said, my voice cracking from the dryness inside my mouth and throat. "I thought guys liked to watch pretty girls do this," my daughter said, now using two fingers inside her pussy and each time her fingers reappeared from being inside her pussy, they glistened from her wetness. "I know I'd like to see Mom do this. I think you're beautiful." "Don't," Cheryl said. "I'm serious. You're fucking gorgeous. All my boyfriends notice you, like all the time. They call you a MILF. Do you know what a MILF is?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife nod her head. "And they want to fuck you. Hell, they want to do anything they can to you. I hope I stay as pretty as you." Cheryl didn't have a comment. Jenna looked at me as she picked up her toy in her left hand. She didn't start using, she was just holding it across her stomach. "And my girlfriends sure like you, Daddy. Even the gay ones think you're hot looking, you know, for a guy. You know Rachel?" Rachel was one of the girls on Jenna's cross country team and one of the girls Cheryl had met when she said she thought Jenna might go both ways. "Rachel said she would let you have her virginity. And she's eighteen now, too. Would you do that, Dad? I mean, if Mom would let you, of course." I shook my head. Jenna held up her dildo. "I've used this on Rachel, so I guess she's not really a virgin anymore. I took her cherry with this. But I don't think it counts unless a man does it with his dick, does it?" "I don't know," I mumbled. "Well, you let me know if you want to do her, because she sure wants to do you." Jenna looked at her mom again. "Both of you. She's hot on you, too. As hot as any of my guy friends." Jenna moved the toy between her legs, at first rubbing her slit with it before tracing down from her clit to her pussy and pushing it inside of her. "Oh yeah," she moaned as it slid inside. Her right hand moved to caress her clit as her left hand worked the toy. I could smell her sex, worse, I could hear it, too. The toy made soft, squishy noises as she worked it in and out of her pussy. I gave Cheryl a wide-eyed look of panic. She squeezed my hand and nodded that I should keep watching Jenna, but I don't she got it. I don't think she understood. I wasn't looking at her in panic because of what Jenna was doing, I looked at her because of what was happening inside my shorts. My cock couldn't resist the allure of this finely honed, naked teenager fucking herself in front of me. My cock didn't care if it was my daughter. All my cock cared about was letting me know it wanted to play, too.

I bit my tongue, hoping the pain might dull the thrill going on beneath the table, but it didn't. Worse, from where she sat, if Jenna looked down, she might see. And that's just what happened. "Having fun?" she asked me.

"N-No," I stammered, something I never do. I gave Cheryl another look. She tried to ignore me, but after I squeezed her hand several times, she turned her head to look at me. I motioned down with my eyes. She tilted her head, giving me a puzzled look. I motioned down again, like a hostage victim trying to signal where the gun was to the cop at the door. I saw Cheryl's eyes go wide with understanding.

"You're kidding me," she said.

I shook my head, hoping I looked as innocent as I felt. I didn't mean to be hard. It wasn't my plan to get hard. I didn't want to be hard. But my body didn't care about family relations. All my body could do was react the sight, sounds, and smell of what my daughter was doing.

"Trust me, he's hard as a rock," Jenna said, smirking as she continued to rub and fuck herself. Personally, I thought it was remarkable that she could still be a bratty teenager and masturbate at the same time, but I probably shouldn't admit that. "He's been hard, too. For a long time."

"Stop it," Cheryl told me.

"I can't," I said. "It's not as if I want to be hard, you know?"

"Mm, it looks good, too, Daddy. Can you show it to me?"

"No!" Cheryl and I said at the same time.

"Aw, come on! I'm showing you everything I have, why can't you show me?"

"Are you going to get off or are you just going to make us watch you try?" Cheryl asked. Good question, the sooner this was done, the better.

"I'll get off for you right, Mommy, and then we're going vibrator shopping right?"

Cheryl didn't answer and it didn't seem to matter to Jenna. She pressed her toy deeper inside her pussy, moved her fingers a bit faster over her clit, and a couple moments later, we watched as she went tense, groaned, and thrashed with the pleasure of her orgasm. From the flushed look on her face, I had no doubt in my mind that it had been genuine. "Fuck, that felt good," she said, easing the wet toy from her pussy. "Wanna lick?" she asked, holding it out to us. When she didn't get an answer, she shrugged and licked it herself. At the same time that I felt a little sick to my stomach, my hard cock throbbed with a need for release.

"Whew!" Jenna said, standing and moving her chair closer to the table. Still naked, she picked up the coffee pot, grabbed an extra cup for her mom, and poured another round of java for the three of us. "So, when do you want to leave?"

"I cannot believe you just did that," Cheryl said, her voice a soft whisper of defeat. "I can't even believe you wanted to do that."

"I want to do more than that, with both of you."

"Excuse me?" I asked, wishing my prick would stop throbbing and that my eyes would stop looking at my daughter's bare breasts.

"I want to be with both of you," she said. "And now I'm finally old enough to admit it."

"That's sick," Cheryl said.

"No, it's unusual and frowned upon in today's polite society," Jenna said. "But it's always happened and why shouldn't it? I love you, both of you. Why wouldn't I want to be with you?"

"Because it's wrong."

"Then fuck being right."

"Keep your hands off my husband," Cheryl growled.

"What about you?" Jenna asked, looking me. I panicked, afraid she was going to ask if I wanted to fuck her or not. "Is it okay with you if I fuck your wife?"

"Good luck trying," I said, dismissing the thought and Jenna laughed.

"That's what I tell all my guy friends, too." With her coffee cup in one hand and her dildo in the other, Jenna stood. "I'm going to take a shower and then we can leave, okay?"

As soon as Jenna was gone, Cheryl slapped me on the arm. "You dick! I can't believe you got hard while she was doing that!" She leaned over the table to check, too, and then slapped me again.

"I can't help it," I said, wanting to rub it but not wanting to risk Cheryl's reaction if I did.

"Did you like seeing her doing that?"

"Shit, baby, no. I got sick to my stomach, but I can't control that part of me, you know that!"

"This is so fucked up," she said, squirming in her chair. That's when I noticed something I hadn't noticed before, Cheryl's nipples were hard. I guess when ticking off body parts Jenna got from me and body parts she got from her mom, her nipples counted, too. Cheryl's nipples were long, too, at least when she was excited. Long and fat. Fatter than Jenna's. Depending on the doctor she was assisting the operating room, Cheryl would sometimes wear a padded bra in case her nipples got hard. That way the doctor wouldn't stare or be distracted by her chest.

"You were schedule to assist for Dr. Hanson today, weren't you?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Dr. Hanson was a female surgeon and wasn't distracted by Cheryl's chest. But that wasn't my point as I noticed her squirming again. I knew that squirm, it was something Cheryl did when her pussy was wet. She once told me she liked how it felt when she rubbed her pussy against the seam of her pants. That squirm and her hard nipples told me everything I needed to know. "You got excited, too," I charged, a risky thing, but if I was right (and I knew I was), it would take the heat off of me and my hard-on.

"I did not!"

"Bullshit," I said, grabbing one of my wife's tits. "And you're squirming." Cheryl's face turned red, further confirming it.

In hushed whisper, she leaned over and said, "I can't help it. Our daughter is fucking hot, you know?" She rolled her eyes. "And I can't believe I just said that."

"Hey, I'm the one sitting here with a hard-on."

"What the hell are we going to do about her?"

"Don't ask me. All I know is, the moment the two of you step out of that door, I'm jerking off."

"Prick. What am I supposed to do?"

"Deal with it?"

"Fuck you. Why don't you have to just deal with it, too? Maybe you should come with us."

"No way, this is a mother-daughter trip if ever I heard one," I said, risking half a chuckle. It felt good knowing Cheryl and I were in the same condition and on the same worried page. "Maybe you can pick-up one of her friends along with way and make a threesome out of it."

"Don't even go there!" Cheryl said, but she squirmed again.

"Maybe Rachel?"

"Please, really?"

Recognizing I was pushing my luck, I got serious for a moment. "Maybe you can talk some sense into her or something."

"I guess. Trying to embarrass her didn't damn well work, did it?"

Jenna's return to the kitchen interrupted our conversation. It was good to see her in clothes again. Jenna had opted for Spandex running shorts and loose, open t-shirt over her dual duty sports bra and running top. More importantly, though, she was back to looking like our daughter. "You're not going to renege on our deal, are you?"

"No, but I'm not going in my work clothes," Cheryl said, giving me a look before she went upstairs to change. I knew that look. She was going to do more than change, she was going to touch herself, too. I nearly threw her under the bus, but didn't. Instead, I stayed seated at the table with my hard-on making a tent out of my shorts.

Cheryl and I sleep nude, we always have, and when I got dressed that morning before coming downstairs, I didn't bother with underwear, just my baggy, loose fitting work-out shorts. My hard-on appreciated the extra room, growing to its full length and continuing to throb its need. Jenna pulled out her chair, moving it so she could see. Her eyes stared at my crotch. "That looks so good," she purred.

"Stop it," I said, trying to push my chair closer to the table to hide it.

"Don't do that. It's just a hard-on. I like hard-ons."

"As I guessed. So when did you become such a slut?"

She laughed. "You don't want to know. Let's just say, I'm glad I'm legal. Now I don't have to hide it."

"You know, most kids think their parents are old and gross."

"Most kids don't have hot parents."

"Some do."

"Some have a hot parent, but how many have both a hot mom and a hot dad? I mean really, think about it. You've met most of the parents of my friends. Who do you want to fuck?"

"Language."

"Please," she laughed, eyes still on my hard-on. "You just watched me fuck myself with a dildo and now I can't say the word?" She made a good point, but it wasn't helping my situation to hear her say it. "You know, you could show it to me without Mom knowing."

"What makes you think I want you to see it?"

"Aw, come on, Dad! I showed you mine."

I gave her a sour look.

"Can I touch it?"

"Do you want your mom to break your fingers off?"

"I'm going to fuck her, you know."

"Your mom?" I asked, snorting. "Good luck with that. Do you really think your mom is going to let you do that?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Why?"

"I just do. And then I'm going to fuck you. Hell, we might even do it together. Would you like that?"

"Probably not," I said, feeling as if I was lying. I was, wasn't I? Real dad's don't lust after their daughters, do they?

"That's not what he thinks," she said, looking beneath the table at my truth-o-meter of a hard cock.

"Yeah, well fortunately I'm good at doing most of my thinking with the big head."

"Mm, it does look big," she said, still staring.

"Stop it. Trust me, you don't want your mom to catch you staring like that."

"Why? Is she going to poke my eyes out now?"

"Maybe."

Jenna laughed, like she always did. It was amazing how normal she sounded. "Do you have any idea how often you say Mom's going to hurt me? She's going to break my fingers off, poke my eyes out, kill me. Please, Dad, she's not going to do any of those things and you know it."

"It'll still piss her off."

"Yeah, maybe," Jenna allowed, giving a glance over her shoulder. "You're going to jerk-off as soon as we leave, aren't you?"

"Probably," I said, seeing no reason to lie about it.

"Text me a picture."

"No."

"Please?" she pleaded.

"Which letter didn't you understand?"

"When you jerk off, do you ever eat your own cum?"

"What?"

"You should. I think it's really hot when a guy does that."

"And you've seen a guy do that?"

"I've seen lots of things, Daddy."

"That, I can believe," I said, worried about her suggestion about what I should do when I jerked off. Why would she make such a suggestion?

"If you promise to wash it, you can borrow my toy while you do it. I left it on my bed."

"I think I'll manage," I said, worried again.

"I'm just saying, it's there if you want it."

"What is?" Cheryl asked, coming back into the kitchen in running shorts and modest t-shirt.

"Nothing," Jenna said, standing up. She bent over to kiss me on the cheek as she had always done. I flinched, but she insisted. Thankfully, she didn't give me anything more the same kind of peck on the cheek she would have given me yesterday or the day before that. Except she did add a knowing look between my legs. "Have fun with that."

"Come on, let's go," Cheryl said and led the way to the front door.

As much as I wanted to do it the moment they left, I waited. I actually checked the driveway to make sure the car was gone and even then I locked the front door and went up to my bedroom to do it. I had to walk past Jenna's room on the way and I saw her dildo sitting on it. Part of me wanted to pick it up, to smell it and maybe taste it. I ignored that part of me, stripping off my shorts, and jerked off like a mad man. And, as Jenna had suggested, I caught my cumshot in my hand and licked my palm clean. It tasted good and there was plenty of it to taste.

Pulling on the same shorts, I hustled to Jenna's room. I wasn't sure how much time I had or where they would go to buy a vibrator. How many places sold vibrators? I thought of two stores at the mall, Spencer Gifts and Victoria Secrets both sold vibrators. There was the adult bookstore over by the airport, near the strip club Jenna had mentioned earlier. I had forgotten about the smoke shop, tattoo parlor, and piercing store near the college. It didn't matter, what I really wanted to do was a quick search of Jenna's room. I needed to know what she knew and as fast as possible. I went for the obvious choice first, her laptop, but she had changed the password. I spent fifteen frustrating minutes trying different combinations of passwords she used to use and a few more that felt as if they could be right. None of them were. Giving up, I looked for a diary or journal. It felt wrong going through her underwear drawer. When exactly had my little girl turned into a grown woman? It felt like overnight and by the way she was acting, I guess it was.

When my search proved fruitless, I was left staring at the dildo sitting on the end of her bed where it could been seen from the doorway. I'll admit it, I couldn't resist. Memorizing its placement, I picked it up and put it in my mouth, hating myself the entire time I did it. I licked it, knowing I was taste her, though all I really tasted was latex. I carefully put it back where I found it, embarrassed that it looked wet and hoping it would dry before they came home. Unsure that it would and seeing a wet spot on her bedspread, I knew I had to clean that up. Thinking fast, I got an extension cord from the garage and used a hair dryer. I was wasting time, but I couldn't risk being caught. After putting things away, I sat in front of my computer and did a search for how to crack a password. Most of the answers I found were too intrusive and I was out of time. Two hours had passed and I heard the garage door opening. I went back downstairs.

Walking in the side door that leads to the garage, Jenna was all smiles. Cheryl was smiling, too, but her smile looked forced. "Everything okay?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah!" Jenna cheered, carrying her bag to kitchen table and setting it down before she started to get naked again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, giving my wife a look and wondering why Cheryl wasn't stopping her.

"Duh, what's it look like I'm doing?" Jenna asked. "I'm going to be naked all the time. Do you want to get naked with us?"

"Excuse me?"

Jenna looked at her mom. "Come on, Mom, you promised!"

"I know," she said, giving me an odd look that I couldn't read. "Sweetie, you think I can talk to your dad for a moment in private, first?"

"I think you should get naked first," Jenna said, tugging on the bottom of Cheryl's running shorts and pulling them down. Odder still, Cheryl didn't try to stop her. Instead, Cheryl brushed her thong panties down her legs, exposing her shaved pussy to me and her daughter before she took off both her t-shirt and bra, too.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Oh hell yeah," Jenna said, looking at her mom from head to toe. "You really are beautiful. You know that, don't you?" Jenna tried to caress her chest, but Cheryl wouldn't have it. She pushed Jenna's hand away and moved towards me. Her face was red with embarrassment. "Okay, I gotta pee. Don't start anything without me."

Jenna picked up her clothes and her mom's and headed towards the stairs, though we had a bathroom downstairs, too. I stared at my wife, confused and automatically turned on by seeing her naked. My wife's a runner, too. Her body's lean and well tanned. To keep things even from her nightly runs, she uses both bronzer from a spray can and fake bakes a couple times a week at the health club. The effect is a beautiful body that defies age and gravity. Seeing her naked makes me want to lick her everywhere at once and then fuck her until we're both too spent to move. I started getting hard again and wished I had thought to put on underwear while they were gone.

"Did you have a good jerk?" she asked, giving me a quick kiss.

"It would have been better if you were there. So what gives?"

"I don't know what's gotten into her, but she's convince that since she's an adult now, that makes all this okay."

"Yeah, I get that, but why are you naked, too?"

"Because I promised her I would get that way."

"But why?"

"I don't know. I just think that maybe we should play along with her for a little bit and see what happens."

"Like how?"

"I don't know," Cheryl said, pressing against me. She rubbed the front of my pants. "I know its wrong, but she knows how excited I got this morning."

"Stop it," I said, brushing away her hand.

"I'm really wet right now." She took my hand, guiding it towards her pussy. "Feel."

"No," I said, feeling the same topsy-turvy sensation coming over me as I did when Jenna showed up naked.

"You still want me, don't you?" Again, she tried pressing my hand against her bare pussy. This time, I let her.

"Of course I do," I said, my finger automatically slipping between her lips and feeling how wet she was.

"Then let's just see where this takes us."

I pulled my hand away as soon as I heard Jenna on the stairs and Cheryl pulled away, too. "Aw, that's sweet," Jenna said, looking at the tent in the front of my pants. "You still get hard for her, don't you?" She paused for a second. "Or maybe that's for me?"

"Trust me, it's for your mom."

"For now," Jenna said with a happy shrug. "So do you want to see what we got?"

"If I have to," I said, still confused by my wife's change of heart. Had something happened at the store or on the way to the store? What could Jenna possibly say to her that would facilitate a change like this? My musings were cut short by Jenna pulling things out of the big shopping bag. It was a big bag, one of the clothe bags we use when we go grocery shopping, but I had heard the sound it made when Jenna tossed it on the table. A full sound making me wonder what they ended up buying. It was too full sounding to be just a vibrator.

"Okay, first of all, here's my new toy," Jenna said, pulling out a short, slender vibrator. She took it out of the box and twisted the end. "It even comes with batteries, isn't that nice?" The toy buzzed and she experimented by touching it against her clit. She jumped. "Oh fuck, that's nice." Twisting it off, she set it on the table. "And we got these," she said, pulling out a variety pack of flavored lubes followed by a bigger tube of general purpose lube. "And this!" she said, drawing out a bigger box and opening it up. It took me a moment to recognize what it was, a strap-on dildo. "And these," she added, pulling out the last three things. "For him, for her, and for me." She lined up three butt plugs on the table of equal size.

"For him?" I asked, annoyed that my cock had gotten so hard again.

"Sure, why not?" Jenna said. "You ever use a butt plug, Daddy?"

"N-no," I stuttered, though it was the truth, I never had. But I had noticed them before and I'll admit I had been curious.

"I bet you'll like it," she said. She ripped that package apart on a green one and a red one. "Okay, this one is for you," she told my wife, setting it in her direction. "And this one is for me." That left a blue one that she didn't open. I sighed a bit. Next, Jenna turn open the sampler back of flavored lubes. "You think we should use these or this one?" she asked her mom.

"I think the other is probably better," Cheryl said, sounding resigned to accepting whatever Jenna wanted. "No sense wasting the flavored stuff, right?"

"Yeah, good point," Jenna said, picking up the green one and handing to her mother. "So, do you want to go first?"

"Whatever you want, dear," Cheryl answered in that same, patronizing tone she had used earlier (and failed with using).

"I can help you put yours in and then you can help me with mine."

"I'm sure I can do it myself."

"Well, okay, but I still might need some help."

"We'll see," Cheryl said, flipping the cap on the big tube of unflavored lube they had bought. She applied a tiny glob to the narrow tip of her green butt plug. As her husband, I knew Cheryl liked it up the ass. We had fucked that way more times than I can count. It's part of the reason why we own so many toys, too. Cheryl liked the feel of a DP (double penetration). So, sometimes, we would put a toy in her ass while I fucked her pussy or vice versa. A few times, she had even masturbated for me with a toy in her ass and that had been hottest of all. As a seasoned pro at insert toys in her ass, Cheryl added a second dab of lube to her fingertip, reached between her legs, and caressed her asshole. Once she was comfortable that she was lubed and ready, she reached behind her back and pressed the toy against her tightest, puckered opening.

Jenna and I both watched Cheryl doing it. I got hard as a rock, as hard as I had been earlier and maybe even harder. Seeing Jenna putting that toy in her ass thrilled me. The hungry look in Jenna's eyes didn't help. "Feel good?" our daughter asked her.

Cheryl nodded. Her face was deep red again as she blushed as much as before, but I also saw how hard her nipples were. She was excited, too. At least I wasn't alone in that feeling. By the way Jenna's skinnier nipples looks, she was excited, too.

"So, you lubed your butt and the toy, right?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, and then just press slowly until you open up to it."

"Yeah, I got that. This won't be the first thing I ever shoved up my ass, Mom."

It felt so wrong to hear those words coming out of my daughter's mouth and it made me wonder anew why there had been such a change in Cheryl.

Jenna mimicked what she had saw her mother do. She applied a dab of lube to the tip of the toy and a second dab to her finger. Reaching between her legs, she fingered her asshole. In a way, it looked as if she was fingering her pussy, but her hand was too far between her legs for that to be the case. Satisfied that she was ready for the toy, she pushed that in from the back side. As her mom had done, Jenna held the toy against her asshole, pressing and waiting until her ass opened up to it. It slipped inside and the flared end nestled against her ass. "We bought you one, too, Daddy. Did you want to use it?"

"No thanks," I said, though my hard cock throbbed out a different answer.

"Now remember our deal," Jenna told her mom.

"I remember."

"If I come first or if I have to take it out first, then you win. But if you come first or have to take it out, I win."

"I know, I remember," Cheryl said, sounding annoyed.

"And what happens if you win?"

"We both get dressed and we pretend this morning never happened."

"And what happens if you come first or have to take it out?"

"I'll go down on you," Cheryl said, her words coming out soft and slow. When she finished, she gave me a desperate look. Still, I began to understand the bargain she had made with Jenna. It wasn't a very good one, but who was I to judge? I wasn't there when the deal was struck. As far as I knew, it was the best deal possible. It certainly was if Cheryl won.

"But what if Daddy comes first?" Jenna asked.

"I'm not playing," I reminded her.

"I know you're not wearing yours, but you could still come first. If you come first, I think you should have to go do on me like Mommy will."

"That's fine, dear," Cheryl said, giving the same answer I was prepared to give, but it bothered me that she would say it for me.

"Oh, I forgot, we have groceries, too," Jenna said, opening the side door to the garage. The garage door was shut, but seeing her walking out into it without any clothes on (and a butt plug up her ass) still made my prick jump.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Just go with it," Cheryl said, her eyes on my hard cock.

"Well don't stare," I joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Just don't cum," she warned, grabbing a handful of my crotch.

"Way to make it easy on me," I said, jerking away when I saw Jenna walking back into the kitchen with a couple grocery bags.

Unsure what else I could do, I sat down again at the table. At least this way, Jenna couldn't stare at my hard-on without being noticed. Jenna helped her mom put away the few groceries they had, leaving out the things Cheryl would need to make lunch. Since it was Jenna's birthday, meals were her call and she had requested pancakes for lunch. I watched my wife moving around in the kitchen, enjoy the sight of her naked and being teased by what I knew was nestled between her cute butt cheeks. As clandestinely as I could, I gave my hard-on a couple of rubs, trying to make myself calm down. It was a dangerous thing to do.

Meanwhile, Jenna was playing dangerously, too. She couldn't leave her new toys alone. She had to open every little tube of flavored lube to taste it. Then she began experimenting with the strap-on dildo. She strapped it into place and pranced around the kitchen with it on. She laughed at herself, making fucking motions. "Come on, Daddy, bend over and let me give this a try."

"No," I said, frustrated because I was just thinking how hot it would be for her mom to do that precise thing to me.

"You might like it."

"No," I said again, grabbing at my hard-on. Dammit, this was killing me!

"You want to taste my lube?" she asked.

"Not especially."

"Come on, taste it, Daddy. This one tastes like cherries, like Rachel," Jenna said, opening a red tube and smearing a glob on the tip of her fake dick. "Come on. Taste it, Daddy, please?"

"Just do it," Cheryl snapped without turning around. I don't know if she knew where Jenna had smeared the flavored lube or not. I'm guessing not, but what was I supposed to do? Still holding my throbbing cock, I stuck out my tongue.

"Mom! He's not doing it right. Tell him to do it right!"

"If you do it right, she might get off," Cheryl suggested, sounding more frustrated than before as she flipped pancakes. She had a point.

Without recourse, I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of the fake cock. Jenna moved swiftly, clutching at her chest with one hand while her other hand grabbed the back of head and she pressed the toy deeper inside of mouth. "Yeah, that's right," she purred. I looked up at her, shocked by what she was doing, and saw the gleeful look in her eyes as she clutched her tit. The toy slipped back and forth between my lips and I genuinely thought Jenna might get off. Instead, I felt an unwelcomed throbbed beneath my hand as I came a second time.

I felt humiliated. Not from the fake cock inside my mouth, but by the mess inside my shorts. I felt like I was the teenager, parking for the first time with the head cheerleader and creaming my jeans. I didn't mean to get off. I didn't even think I was that close to it happening. I don't know, it just did. The two naked women, the butt plugs, the other toys, all of it was too much for me. At first, I thought it was just a drop of pre-cum, but no such luck. My cock erupted inside my shorts, creating a huge wet spot I couldn't hide.

Jenna leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I knew you'd like that," she said and pulled away. Taking off the dildo she wore, she was all smiles. "You might want to check your husband's lap," Jenna said, slipping in next her mother and taking over spatula duty.

"Why? What happened?" Cheryl asked, turning around and seeing whatever look I had on my face. "Oh please, tell me you didn't."

I couldn't.

"How?"

"It just happened," I said. I felt miserable. Cheryl shook her head.

"Fuck," she muttered and took over the cooking duties.

Jenna waited until after lunch before collecting on her end of the bargain. I noticed her mom and I barely touched our food. Instead, we kept giving each other worried looks. I did change my shorts, opting for a pair of tight fitting running shorts that I knew would do a better job at holding my junk in place. After lunch, Jenna cleaned off the table and suggested we go into the living room.

"You two go ahead, I don't need to see this," Cheryl said. "I'll do the dishes while you have fun."

"No, I think you should see this," Jenna said and Cheryl gave in without a fight.

We moved into our living room, the same room where the Christmas tree was set-up each year and where we gathered to watch movies and sitcoms on TV. The decor and furniture had changed through the years, but it was still a room filled with memories. It was a room that was about to have a new one. Still wearing her butt plug (as was Cheryl, though it was Jenna's endurance that surprised me most), Jenna sat down on the couch, opened her legs wide, and smiled at me. "You have no idea how many times I've played with myself wondering how it would feel to have a real man do this," she said. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening. Looking past her pussy, I could see the nub of the toy nestled against and inside her ass. I gave my wife a look, hoping she might have something to say. What she did say didn't help.

"You're the one who couldn't control himself. So I guess do it."

"Eat me, Daddy. Eat me," Jenna said, holding her bare pussy lips apart for me.

I knelt on the floor feeling so wrong with what I was about to do. There was another part of me, though, that didn't care, that same animal part of me that couldn't hold back when I really needed to hold back. I pressed my mouth against Jenna's pussy and did what I had done to her mother for years: I ate her pussy. I don't think my style is anything special. I don't know how many styles there are to eating pussy. Cheryl likes how I do it and that's enough for me. I know the anatomy of a woman's pussy and I know how to read her. I laid my tongue on Jenna's clit. I wasn't going to tongue fuck her, that was something I would save for just her mom. My plan, if I had one, was to get in, get it done, and get the hell away as fast as I could. There's really only three ways to caress a clit, up and down, side to side, or in circles. I guess some women don't like direct clitoris contact, but not my Jenna. She liked it right on her clit and as fast and hard as I could do it. I gave her what she needed, trying to block out that I was eating my daughter's pussy and unable to do it. Worse, I got hard again as I did it, something my wife noticed as soon as I pulled away. I guess I don't need to mention how hard Jenna came? She did. She came hard and loudly, as if her pussy had never been eaten before and it made me think she never once had sex in our house while we were home or we would have heard her.

"I can help you with that," she offered, noticing my hard-on, too.

"I can take care of it myself."

"Hell, apparently it can take care of itself, too," Cheryl said and I knew was still pissed. "Now if no one cares, I'm going to take out this fucking butt plug and go for a run."

"If you take out your butt plug before me, you have to eat me," Jenna said.

"But I want to go for a run."

"Then go for it," Jenna said with a big I dare you grin on her face.

"I liked you better yesterday," Cheryl said, but she went upstairs and got dressed just the same. While she was gone, Jenna took out her butt plug.

"Are you allowed to do that?"

"You giving me an orgasm isn't the same thing, so yeah."

"You're not being very fair to your mom."

"Fuck that bitch," she said, heading into the kitchen to wash her toy and then the bathroom to wash herself. While she was busy, her mom left for her run without saying a word to me. I didn't worry about my hard-on. I had already had two orgasms, surely I was okay to last a bit longer, right? "Is she gone?" Jenna asked when she came back downstairs, still as naked as before. I nodded. "Good, then that gives us some time to talk." Sitting on the coffee table was my tablet computer. She sat down on the couch, in the same spot where I had just eaten her pussy and poked at the screen.

"So what happened while you were at the store with your mom?" I asked, hoping to get to the bottom of Cheryl's Let's just play along idea.

"Nothing. So when are you going to let me see your dick?"

"No time soon," I said, unable to think of a reason why I would show it to her.

"But I really want to see it."

"Keep wanting."

"Bet I can talk you into getting naked, too."

"Bet you can't."

Jenna looked at me for a long moment, her pretty blue eyes sparkling. "You did a good job eating my pussy. I'm really curious how well you fuck."

"Thank you and keep wondering."

"Final answer?" she asked. I nodded. And then she handed me my tablet computer and my world crashed down around me.