I was sitting on the couch with my wife at around 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. I worked from home and would usually "clock out" around 4 on Fridays. I was flipping through the options on Netflix while my lovely wife, Cassandra, was reading a book on the couch next to me.
"Hey, babe!" I called out to our daughter, Brittany, a moment after we heard her come in through the front door and set her bags down on the floor.
"Heyyy," she called out weakly in her usual awkward teenagerly way as she walked over to the living room where her mother and I were hanging out.
"How was school, honey?" Cassandra asked, setting her book down over her thigh.
"It was all right. Hey, can I ask you guys something?" Britt looked at us doubtfully.
"Anything, babe," I said absently, still flipping through options on Netflix.
"What's a... cumslut?" Brittany asked awkwardly.
I felt my wife grab my thigh. She had a funny look on her face, one eyebrow raised. I probably looked about the same.
"Hon," Cassandra said sweetly, "Where'd you hear a word like that?"
Brittany was a senior in high school and over the age of eighteen now, so it wasn't too surprising to me that she may have heard a term like that at school. What was a little surprising, though, was Brittany not understanding what the term means.
Actually, maybe it's not all that surprising. Brittany had never brought any boys home. I'd never caught her looking at porn. Was it possible that she just wasn't interested in that stuff? As her father, that idea didn't really bother me.
Ever since our daughter was old enough to dress herself, she's always dressed kind of nerdy. Even when she entered her teenage years, and most of her friends began dressing more "adult," or "edgy," Brittany chose to continue wearing cute floral dresses, overalls, and stuff like that.
She always chose the thicker-framed glasses whenever she went with her mom to the mall to get new frames. Cass would always get the same basic wireframes. Britt and her Mom both needed glasses, but I'm lucky enough not to. 20/20 for life! Nah, I know it won't last forever.
Britt had long wavy black hair that went down to her butt, and bangs that went down to just above her eyebrows. Cass had attempted to get Britt to try other more modern ways of wearing her hair, but Britt liked it like this.
Britt's body is relatively petite. Actually, extremely petite. She's a few inches shorter than her peers, and she's skinny enough that her ribs are visible when she's in a bathing suit. Her breasts are smallish, but they do exist. Her little bras have a capital A on the tag, whatever that means.
"Oh, someone from the back of the bus yelled it at me when I got off up the street just now," Britt explained plainly. What the fuck? Kids are getting so nasty these days.
"Babe, don't worry about it. It doesn't mean anything," I said, hoping we could drop the subject.
"Britt, cum is semen. Remember sex ed?" Cass said. I gave her a disapproving glance. I didn't want to talk about this with Britt.
Brittany thought for just a moment. "So a cumslut is just someone who likes to have sex," she stated.
"That's ri-" I began to say, but my wife interrupted me: "Not really," she explained. "You can have sex without liking the taste of semen."
"But, I thought..." Britt trailed off.
Britt had done sex ed in middle school. I had no idea exactly what she had learned -- I just remembered signing the permission slip for her back then. It was a long time ago, so she had to struggle a little to remember specifics.
"I thought the semen went in the vagina," she finally said.
"That's right, babe," I said, and I looked over at my wife again, and I tried to tell her with my eyes to just, please, let us leave it at that.
"It doesn't have to, though," Cass contradicted, grinning at me. Jesus christ. Fuck. "You only do that if you want to get pregnant," she added.
Britt gave her mom a curious look.
"Your father and I do it in lots of different ways," Cass explained. I looked at her with abject horror now.
I glanced over at Britt, expecting her face to be squished into a grimace of unbearable disgust. But she just looked curious, maybe a little excited. She was standing in the entryway to the living room, and now she walked over and sat down in the recliner chair that's across from the couch, turning it slightly so she could face her parents.
"Like how?" Britt asked as she settled into position.
"Baby, that's not something you want to know about..." I sighed. I had a bad feeling that my wife was going to elaborate anyway. She did:
"That depends. If he's cumming from me going down on him then I'll usually just make him cum in my mouth," she explained.
"Semen can go in your mouth?" Britt asked, and a slight smile was beginning to creep onto her face. Was she really this naive?
"It can go anywhere you want," Cass explained, and Britt's smile widened. "If it goes in my mouth, I like to swallow it. But that's just me."
"Mom, are you a cumslut?" Britt asked cautiously.
Cass's eyes widened, then she laughed under her breath. "I guess so, but only with your father."
"Oh. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna do that with anyone but Dad either," Britt agreed, as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say.
I forgot to mention that my daughter says some really weird stuff sometimes. She never seemed to grasp a lot of common social norms, such as "you don't take the last cookie if you've already had one," or, apparently, "you don't say that you'd be willing to be a cumslut but only with your dad."
"Honey, that's not something dads do with their daughters," I tried to explain, but my wife interjected again:
"I wouldn't see the harm, if she's never done it and she's just curious," Cass said almost absent-mindedly. She had picked her book back up off of her thigh and was reading again. What the fuck? Did my wife even realize what she was saying?
"Yeah, isn't it only bad if I get pregnant?" Britt asked curiously. God damn it. "I remember, I think they explained that families can't do it, because the baby might turn out weird?"
"That's right, babe," Cass said, still not looking up from her book. "And the cum always has to go deep in your vagina for it to be possible to get pregnant. As long as that doesn't happen, there's really nothing to worry about." Cass spoke as casually as if she was helping our daughter understand a complicated math problem.
Britt kicked her shoes off and bent her legs so that her knees were up by her chest and she leaned on the right side of the reclining chair, in her parents' direction.
"What's 'going down on' mean?" she asked innocently.
"That means sucking on your dad's cock, baby," My wife explained, far more casually than I would have liked.
Britt's eyes went wide. "They didn't say anything about that in sex ed. Maybe i just don't remember."
"No, you're probably right," Cass said, briefly glancing up at Britt from over the rim of her glasses, then returning to her book. "They don't tell you about that in sex ed. It's not technically "sex" since it's not required for having a baby."
"Oh." Brittany said. My wife continued reading her book. Britt's gaze shifted to the TV, where I was still shuffling through shows and movies, but no longer paying any attention to anything on the screen.
Everyone was quiet for a minute or so. The only sound was the clicking of the remote, my wife turning a page at one point, and the occasional Netflix preview that would start briefly before I moved on to the next thing.
"We can show you, if you'd like," Cass offered slyly and her left hand wandered over to the button of my jeans, and she played with it in a way that suggested how easily she could undo the button, and then the zipper, and then... Oh, God.
I hoped that Brittany would say something like "No, that's okay, I'll just find a video online if I get too curious."
Or maybe something like "I appreciate the offer, Mother, but I'm going to go find a boyfriend to try it with." Even that would have been okay. Not ideal, but okay.
I definitely would have accepted, "Ew, no, that's disgusting!" That would have been perfect.
But instead, Britt's eyebrows shot up, and her mouth opened in a big dorky smile. She looked back and forth between me and her mom, saying "Really? Really?" like an excited kid.
My wife now undid the button of my jeans. She did it so gracefully that if I had not been looking down in horrified anticipation, I would not have even known that it had happened.
"Brittany, I'm gonna take your dad's cock out for real. Are you okay with that?" Cassandra asked our daughter, and her tone was serious, and my daughter and I both knew that she was telling the truth: if Brittany was okay with it, her mom was going to take her dad's dick out. Right in front of her.
"I'm okay with that," Brittany said seriously, holding her mom's gaze for a couple of seconds. Then she looked over at me and her gaze softened. Then she looked down.
Some of you might think that by now, I would be incredibly aroused at the idea of fooling around with my wife right in front of our daughter. You might think that my wiener would be ready for action, ready for anything.
But I wasn't ready, and neither was my wiener. I still felt pretty awkward as my wife slowly unzipped my jeans and pushed my boxers down over my scrotum, exposing her daughter to her father's penis for the first time. At least her fingers were nice and warm as they held me up on display.
"Britt, you wanna pull your dad's pants down for me? I can't do it from this angle," Cass asked our daughter. Why was she getting her physically involved in this?
"I think we're okay like this, right?" I pleaded, but Britt's mom had always been the parental authority figure in the house. I basically got ignored; our daughter stood up and walked over to me, and I sighed with defeat as she hooked her fingers under the waist band of my pants and boxers, and pulled them down to my ankles. As she got started, her face was inches from my penis for just a moment, and when she breathed out I felt her warm breath on my genitals. My daughter's warm breath. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like she paused for half a second when her face was closest to my dick.
Brittany settled back into her chair. I was now naked except for my shirt. My legs were open slightly. My daughter could see everything.
"You wanna see something cool, baby?" my wife asked Brittany. She nodded slowly, staring at her father's penis from her seat in the chair.
Cass was seated to my right. She gave me a quick glance before pulling her hair away from the right side of her face -- so that Britt could see what was about to start happening -- before getting into position to make it start happening.
I watched my daughter's face change as my wife slurped my entire limp penis into her mouth and begin slowly and repeatedly dragging her slippery lips and tongue up from the base of my penis. Luckily I was a semi-habitual manscaper, so it was no problem for my wife to repeatedly drag her wet lips up from the very base of my shaft.
Almost against my will, I could feel myself growing harder. Britt was watching intently. I tried to will myself to stay soft, but it was no use. My wife is too beautiful, and she's too good at what she was doing. After a minute or two, my hog was close to fully engorged.
"See how it got bigger, honey?" Cass asked our daughter, stroking my penis with it angled straight up so Brittany could see it clearly.
"Is it hard now? I think I remember learning that it gets hard..." Her eyes remained on her dad's dick. She was still smiling like a dorky kid. Was she really this naive? I hoped so. I hoped that she had so little experience with men that she really didn't fully understand the mechanics of the human penile boner.
"Yep, that's right," Cass said, and now she held me by the base of my penis, wobbling it left and right to show our daughter how rigid it had become.
"You wanted to see me make your father cum, right?" my wife stroked me gently as she spoke to our daughter.
"Mm-hm," Brittany nodded from her seated position on the chair.
"Okay, honey. Do you want Daddy to scoot your chair a little closer?" My daughter nodded again. My wife hadn't referred to me as "Daddy" in many years.
Cass let go of my shaft and I awkwardly stood up, boner on full display. Brittany giggled as I pulled the chair a few feet closer to the couch, with her still in it. I had to shimmy it left and right as I pulled it along the carpeted floor. I positioned her as close as possible so she would be just a few feet away from the action.
"Better?" Cass asked Brittany. She nodded excitedly.
Being sucked on by my wife felt a lot better now that I was actually hard, and I began to open up to this whole idea of Britt learning a little bit about sexuality from her parents.
I mean, they kind of did have a point, right? So long as Britt doesn't get pregnant, isn't it true that there's literally no harm in it?
And wouldn't it also be true that, again, as long as Britt never got pregnant, she could even learn from me in a more direct way? I wondered if my wife noticed the jolt of excitement that shot through my shaft from that thought.
Cassandra sucked in a slow and methodical way, twisting her head occasionally, and sometimes folding her hair back over to the other side of her head again, so that our daughter would continue to have an unobstructed view. From Britt's viewpoint, she was seeing me head on, and she was seeing her mother from the side as she sucked. Cass was now basically lying down on the couch to my side, propping her upper half up on her elbows as she worked on me.
I watched Brittany's eyes. They stayed on the action, but occasionally they wandered slightly down for a just a moment. Was she looking at my balls?
As a test, I made a certain motion with my pelvic area that I knew would make my balls more visible in my scrotum to anyone sitting in front of me. When I did this, my daughter's eyes went wide for just a moment. So she was checking out my balls. Interesting. Again I felt glad that I was a chronic manscaper. I didn't go nuts or anything, I just ran the hair buzzer over my junk once a week or so. My wife really appreciates it. It makes it look bigger too, and I was feeling rather proud to be the first human male penis that my daughter has seen. I was even more proud that she seemed to really, really like what she was seeing.
"Daddy, does it feel good?" Brittany asked me, adjusting her glasses, which had fallen down her nose while she watched. Britt hadn't called me Daddy in a long time, either. God, she's so cute. She had adjusted her position so that her feet were now on the floor, and she was leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees. Slowly, gradually, she inched closer and closer to the action. I wasn't sure if her mom had noticed -- she was pretty busy at the moment.
"Of course, baby," I replied, finally beginning to feel a little less terribly awkward about this whole situation. I was looking into Britt's eyes, which appeared magnified behind her thick glasses, but her eyes were still locked to my dick.
"Your mom's really good at it," I added, and my wife's hair had partially fallen over the right side of her face, so I pulled it back over for Brittany to see. Cass sort of laughed while still sucking: "Hm-hm-hmmm."
Over the next few minutes, Brittany started to fidget with her pants and repeatedly adjust her legs while she watched. A few times I saw her yank at the crotch of her pants and then readjust her legs right after, usually moving them farther apart. The dorky smile had faded from her face, and she now watched with blank fascination.
"Do you wanna touch yourself, baby?" I whispered to my daughter. I'm not sure why I whispered. It was as if some small part of me didn't want her mom to hear. But that was ridiculous, of course, because my wife was closer to me than Brittany was, and this was all her idea anyway.
Brittany nodded, and she began slowly to unbutton her pants. Now I, too, had my eyes glued to someone's crotch. My little girl's.
After unzipping, Britt awkwardly jammed her hand into her underwear and, from what I could see, began to rub in circles with her fingers on her clit, starting slow but gradually going faster.
"Baby, can I help you take your pants off?" I said before I could stop myself from saying it. My wife laughed again in her throat without taking me out of her mouth. I quietly admitted to myself that I wanted to see more of my daughter.
"Okay!" Britt said in an elevated, excited whisper. Cass stopped sucking momentarily. Britt's chair was close enough that I didn't need to fully get up, I just needed to lean forward so I could reach the waist of Britt's pants. My daughter and I exchanged a loving glance as I hooked my fingers under her pants and underwear and carefully pulled them over her cute little butt and up her creamy thighs, over her knees, and finally away from her ankles and feet. She had to wiggle her right foot to get it loose. I sat back and tossed my daughter's pants to my left on the couch.
Britt's crotch was shaved, and it looked like it had been shaved bare maybe a week or two prior. Her short, dark pubic hair was starkly visible against the creamy pale skin of her upper pubic area and outer labia. Even with Britt's legs mostly closed, I thought I could see moisture shining in between her outer labia.
Britt began again to work on herself while her mother got back to work on me.
"Does it taste good?" Brittany asked her mom. I was starting to get more turned on each time our daughter asked us something. There was just something so strangely adorable and sexy about it. To my surprise, it seemed like I had pretty much completely opened up to this whole thing. Go figure.
"It does," my wife replied with a small gasp for air as she came off of me. "Do you want a taste?" My wife looked over at Britt while slowly stroking my penis, her soft hand gliding up over slippery shaft and head.
"Like when he cums? Like all of it?" Britt asked doubtfully.
"No, baby," Cass corrected her sweetly. "No, I just mean a little bit. Look, c'mere..." Cass said thoughtfully, and she held my penis perfectly upright, so it was pointing directly at the ceiling.
"Okay..." Britt said as she leaned forward to get a better look.
"Watch the tip, Britt..." Cass said as she began to carefully stroke my shaft, making sure to keep me pointed towards the ceiling.
After a few seconds, a clear bead of precum appeared on the tip of my penis and stood there like a dewdrop. My daughter's eyes were glued to it.
"For starters, you can try this, if you want," My wife continued to hold me up. The bead of precum grew slightly larger.
My daughter looked up at me with wide questioning eyes. I nodded to her and gave her a reassuring little smile. She smiled back at me.
"You can just lick it off, or you can suck it off," Cass told our daughter.
Britt positioned her face directly over my penis. Her mouth was inches from the tip and I felt her breath again, and this time it felt cold because my penis was still wet with my wife's spit.
My daughter seemed to take in a quick anxious breath before slipping her tongue out of her mouth and over my urethra. For a split second I could see the pale drop of precum on her tongue before it disappeared back into her mouth.
Britt opened and closed her mouth a few times, moving it around in her mouth with her tongue, then swallowed.
"So it's just like more of that?" Brittany asked as she settled back into her seat in the chair in front of us. She leaned back and began to rub herself again. She was going faster now than she was before she licked me. She made a few movements in her mouth and swallowed again.
"That's right, babe, a lot more of it," Cass replied before getting back to work on me. Then she took me out of her mouth to add, "It's thicker, too. But the taste is mostly the same." Then she resumed sucking.
"Dad are you gonna cum soon?" Brittany asked. It seemed like she was getting impatient.
"Yeah, baby. Minute or two," I replied. My wife made a pleased noise in her throat. Brittany rubbed faster, and now I could hear the rhythmic sound of her wet fingers.
Several times Brittany opened her mouth and looked like she was about to say something but then didn't.
"What is it, baby?" I spoke sweetly to her.
She looked away but continued rubbing herself. "Can you... Will you cum in my mouth?" she sounded embarrassed to ask a question like that.
"Are you sure? It really is a lot more," I tried to explain to her. I wasn't going to last much longer with my daughter talking like this.
"I know, that's why I wanted..." she trailed off. Holy shit. I was ready.
My wife could always tell when I was about to finish. She could tell now.
"Honey, can you scoot your chair back a little? Daddy's almost ready." Cass held my penis and stroked in tiny little motions to keep me going but prevent me from orgasming before we were all ready.
Britt quickly stood up and grunted a few times as she pushed the chair back.
"On your knees, baby," Cass instructed Brittany, who knelt down in front of the chair. I stood up and took a few steps towards our daughter and stood in front of her. My wife stood behind me, partially to my side, and she held my shaft in her hand.
"Get Daddy's cock in your mouth, hurry, baby," Cass said urgently. She could feel that it was about to happen. She held me so the head of my dick was pointed right at Britt's mouth. Oh jeezus.
Before Britt could secure her lips around the tip of my penis, the first spurt of semen flew out and landed over the bridge of her nose and her forehead. At least it didn't get in her eye.
"That's okay, that's okay, baby, there you go," Cass encouraged our daughter as she stroked my orgasm into her mouth. Brittany looked up at me the whole time I was ejaculating. Her eyes were bright and wide and red. She was so beautiful with her dad's dick in her mouth, even if only part of the head was actually secured behind her lips.
After the first four or five spurts, Britt unexpectedly disconnected from me so she could swallow. While I was out of her mouth, two additional spurts landed on her lovely face, both going over her right cheek, one of them partially going over her glasses. Cass had paused the stroking, but that didn't keep Brittany from getting messy.
"Honey--honey--" Cass said urgently and Brittany stuffed the tip back into her mouth.
"There you go, baby," Cass said lovingly to our daughter, then resumed milking my cock into her mouth.
Once I was done, Britt kept me in her mouth, looking back and forth between her loving parents. My wife removed her hand from my shaft.
"Do you wanna swallow?" Britt's mom asked her sweetly. Britt nodded, tilting my penis up and down in her soft lips as she did. Her lips were sealed just behind the ridge at the bottom of the head of my penis. So cute.
"Go ahead, baby," I whispered to our daughter. Brittany disconnected from the head of my penis. I listened carefully and could hear the sound of her swallowing. She opened and closed her mouth a few times and then swallowed again. She did that several more times.
"Mom, does Dad always, uhm, finish in your mouth like that?" Britt asked innocently.
"Not always," Cass said casually, sitting back down on the couch and wiping her slimy hand off on her pants. She resumed reading her book. "Sometimes he finishes all over me. Or on my face, or other places," she added.
"He came on my face too!" Britt exclaimed, and she glanced up at me and giggled. I was still standing and Britt was still kneeled down in front of me. My dick was only maybe a foot away from Britt's face, and it was still twitching as it settled down from its engorged state.
I chuckled at my little girl. "You got the best of both worlds, huh?" I reached down and stroked her shiny black hair. As I did, Britt unexpectedly craned her neck forward and gave my penis one final kiss, on the top of the head. This wasn't a sexual kiss. It was the same kind of kiss she plants on my cheeks on a regular basis. But even so, my penis jumped just a tiny bit before resuming its cooldown process.
"It's a little different when you get all of it over your face," Cass explained, sounding almost bored, not even looking up from her book. I don't think she even saw Britt kiss me -- that's too bad, it was really cute.
"I bet it's nice," Britt said dreamily. Jeeeeeezus.
"It is," Cass agreed. Ughhhhhhh.
"I wanna try that too," Britt said innocently. "Can we?" She looked up at me. Fuuuuuuuuck.
"Baby, are you really sure you don't wanna find a boyfriend? Someone your age?" I asked her one last time.
Britt shrugged. The three streaks of semen that had landed on her face were slowly dripping down towards her chin.
"It's not like I wanna get pregnant anyway. So there's nothing I'd be able to do with anyone else that I can't do with you," she explained.
"Honey, you know you can avoid getting pregnant-" I began, not really wanting to convince my daughter otherwise, but still feeling like I should at least try.
"I really don't see the harm in it," my wife interrupted me again. My daughter and I both turned to look at her. She glanced up at us both. "You could even try to make your dad cum, too," she suggested, returning her gaze to her book again. She turned the page.
"I dunno if I could do it as good as you, mom," Brittany said.
"I think you'd do great," I reassured her, and again I touched her soft hair. She looked up at me and her face was red. She was blushing.
"Uppsies?" I asked her, holding my strong hands out for her to take.
"Uppsies," she agreed, taking my hands in hers and pushing herself up from the floor.
When she stood back up, one drop of semen fell from her chin and landed on her shirt.
She looked down at the wet spot and frowned. "I forgot I had some on my face..."
"Just take off your shirt and throw it in the wash, I'll take care of it," Britt's mom reassured her.
Brittany pulled her shirt off over her head and walked out of the living room. I watched her pale naked little butt bounce out of the living room. Her perfect little butt. My perfect little girl. She was wearing only a bra and nothing else as she walked out of the room. I hadn't seen so much of her in a long time.
With a strange sense of regret, I realized that Britt hadn't had a chance to finish masturbating. If this really was going to happen again, I would have to make sure that she gets a chance to finish. It's not like she's some random hookup that I don't care if she's satisfied or not -- she's my literal daughter. I need to be making sure she was taken care of in every way, and very thoroughly. That's just the kind of loving dad I am.
"And next time, just take your shirt off too! It's easier that way!" Cass called after Brittany, who was no longer in view. Post-orgasm clarity was setting in, but I was still glad to hear my wife refer to a potential future "Next Time."
"Okay, Mom!" Britt called back to us cheerfully.
Boy. What an afternoon.
I sat back down on the couch next to my wife and got to work putting my pants and boxers back on. We sat for a few minutes, Cass reading her book and me flipping through Netflix.
"Thanks for, uh..." I lost track of what I was trying to say.
"Jerking you off into our daughter's mouth?" she grinned at me.
"Yeah... that's the one," I said awkwardly.
Cass shrugged. "I had fun," she informed me.
"Me too," I sighed. It was the truth, but the whole truth was that it might have been the most fun I'd ever had in my life.
"Me three!" Brittany added happily, slamming her butt down on the couch next to me. She had put on an oversized t-shirt and had rinsed off her face and taken off her glasses. Hopefully she had rinsed those off, too.
I finally got back to scrolling through Netflix, and now I looked for something we could all watch together as a family. Cass set her book off to the side and rested her leg with her knee over my right thigh. To my left, Brittany leaned up against my arm and shoulder. By the end of the movie, my daughter was fast asleep at my side, her arm resting on my belly.
It was a weird day, but all was still right with the world.
