“Please, Dad? I promise I won't tell anyone. I think since we made each other messy, we should help each other clean up,” she said, running her cum-slick fingers over my dick again.
“All right, sweetheart,” I said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Let's go get a shower.”
Jamie wiped my cum onto her belly and thighs, and then scrambled off the sofa. “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!” she teased as she ran from the room.
God, what am I doing?
Our shower was going along very well. My cock was at half-mast, you know, when it has most of its length and girth (so it looks good), but is more or less hanging down. I was almost able to convince myself that this was okay. After all, I'm sure Jamie had seen my cock in this state before when I came into the bathroom in the mornings with half a piss-hard-on. We had seen each other in the shower enough times. It was all good. We were going to be okay.
That was when my daughter grabbed my cock in her soapy little hands and washed it, more thoroughly than she really needed to. I knew what would happen if I didn't distract her. “Turn around, honey. Let me wash your back,” I said, grabbing her gauze bath sponge and her vanilla shower gel as she turned her back to me.
Her wet blond hair lay on her shoulders. I scooped it away and d****d it over her chest, over her firm, beautiful breasts. Squeezing a generous dollop of the creamy white gel (oh God!) onto the sponge, I began to wash her shoulders. With the sponge, I caressed the perfect curves of the smooth skin of her back. Just as I reached her shapely little ass, she spoke.
“What's oral sex?”
I wasn't at half-mast any more. “Where did you hear about that?” I asked.
“Kiersten says her sister does it with her boyfriend. When I asked her what it was, she laughed at me. I mean, I know that 'oral' means mouth, but I don't understand how you can have sex with your mouth.”
“It's, um,.... well,... it's, um,... contact between the mouth of one partner and the genitals of the other,” I stammered.
“Oh.”
It was time for me to get out of that shower. I turned my back to my daughter while I tried to concentrate on drying off. Hopefully, I had another clean pair of bike shorts in my drawer. Maybe two or three pairs.
“Would you hand me a towel?” Jamie asked.
I should have just handed it to her behind my back. But no, I had to turn around. My gorgeous blond daughter stood there, squeezing water out of her hair, the nipples on her beautiful breasts erect in the cool
air, droplets of water dripping from her soft blond curls onto her puffy lips, and trickling down her long, slender legs. My towel tented even more.
“So does that mean you put your mouth on my vagina and I put my mouth on your penis?” she asked.
“Well, yeah, I would lick your pussy, and stick my tongue inside and suck on your clit, and …. I mean, a guy would do that … to a woman. That's oral sex. The proper term is cunnilingus. Some people call it eating pussy.” I was starting to sweat again.
“And what would I do with my mouth on your penis?”
“It's called fellatio, or more commonly, a blowjob. You would … I mean, a woman would lick my … I mean, a guy's penis, and suck on it.”
“Can people have an orgasm like that?”
“Oh yes.”
“What happens to your sperm?” she asked.
Oh dear lord, what am I supposed to say?
“What happens when you cum, Dad?” she asked again.
“Well, sometimes the guy pulls out of the girl's mouth and cums on her breasts or her face.”
“I'd need another shower,” Jamie muttered.
“Sometimes, if the girls wants him to, he cums in her mouth.”
“If you came in my mouth, what would I do then? Swallow it?”
“You could, or you could spit it out. Wait a minute! Honey, you keep saying 'me' and 'you.' We can't do this!”