Reese's Father's Day Gift
by tannim
June 19, 2016

	Dinner in bed was a classic overused one.  Cards for one free chore or a free hug were also common enough.  Mom had suggested a gift card or simple money.  There was no way Reese was ever going to buy a tie for anyone.  She watched the puddle she was making with the garden hose growing bigger and damper.  A much more personal gift was more her style.

	The twelve year old otter tested the depth of the mud with her bare foot and shook her head.  Not quite enough yet.  A bit more soaking and stirring with the rake, though, and it was plenty deep.  Reese turned off the hose and stripped off her top and special pants.  The top she simply tossed onto the ground, but she folded the custom made pants carefully and set them on the patio table before stepping into the mud.

	It was cold enough to make the early teen shiver and question the idea, but it was too late to chicken out.  At least after she suddenly squatted down to mash her enormous vulva into the mud it was too late.  The shock of that cold sloppy mud soaking into her inner and outer labia took her breath away.  She panted as though in the heat while scooting her hips and feminine flesh.  At a little more than twenty inches from labia tip to groin, she had a lot to coat with the cold mud.

	Reese bent to scoop it up over the sides in the front, then scooped up more to massage over the back.  She was still wearing her underwear, but at just ten inches wide, the fabric didn't stop mud from squeezing around it and up into her labial folds.  Her two inch long clitoris was visibly outlined poking out of the fabric and after smearing as much onto her mound as she could, she simply pulled the underwear down into the mud and scrubbed the stuff onto it, too.

	The young teen pulled more up and over her still not at all impressive chest and pleasantly flat-ish belly and unpleasantly flat-ish hips.  Reese was still waiting for puberty to hit her and tried not to think about that while getting her sleek fur purposefully filthy.  Finishing up her chest she gave her face a pleasant light patting with her filthy hands, just enough to get her cheeks dirty but not enough to get it into her eyes or mouth.  For a last few touches she bent down for a fresh handful and made a nice hand print on each buttock before stuffing just a bit more deep into her vulva.

	By the time she dipped both hands into the mud to pull up her undies and stepped out onto the soft clean grass, she was shivering constantly from the cold and needed to just stand in the sun to let it warm her up.  Her gift was ready.  She just had to deliver it and hope her dad hadn't peeked out the window at her making it.

	The sunlight did feel good soaking into her fur through the mud.  Her shivering calmed down and stopped.  She hadn't expected the hose water to be quite so cold.  Taking a step forward and feeling only one plop made her glad it had been.  Most of the very loose mud had already sloughed off and wouldn't make a mess in the house.

	Still nearly naked, Reese shook all over one more time to get the last of the loose mud off and went into the house.  She paused to look at two pictures she'd found and check herself out.  Definitely about right.

	The tv was on and Reese stepped into the room, still holding the pictures. "Hey, Dad.  Happy Father's Day!"

	Morris looked over, smiling expectantly.  His smile turned into an open mouth gape, though he didn't stop smiling at her.  He was quiet for several seconds as she waddled up to him and held out the picture.

	Reese clasp her hands behind her back when he took them and laughed. "I think I need a bath again."

	One picture was of her as a toddler completely covered in mud.  The other was of her in the bath tub being scrubbed by an almost equally dirty Morris.  She'd been amused by the prominent bulge in his pants where his erection pushed against them while he scrubbed between her labia elbow deep with one hand and over her hips with a wash cloth in the other.

	"Yes," Morris looked her up and down from filthy feet to filthy face, "you certainly do."

	The young teen turned around to show off her backside and the hand prints still visible on her butt.  She gave it a playful wiggle for him and then ran off like a toddler to the bathroom as she imagined she'd have done when she was that little.  When he didn't follow her, she peered around the hallway at him.

	"Well? Aren't you coming?"

	"Should I get the hose?"

	"No, silly, get in here and get your hands all over me!"

	"Ohh..." He pushed himself up finally to follow. "I thought you just wanted to give me the pictures."

	"Nope, You're going to relive that fun day."

	"I'm not sure it was entirely fun after cleaning up the mess in the house." He let her pull her along into the bathroom, where she climbed into the tub.  Morris smiled at her vulva leaving a streak along the side and top of the tub and nodded. "But I do recall certain parts of it to be quite enjoyable.  You did leave a streak just like that last time when your mom lifted you over.  You looked almost as happy, too."

	The teen eyed her dad's pants. "You look just as happy as you did in the photo, too."

	Morris grabbed a wash rag and soft sponge and sat on the edge. "Hmmm? I don't look too happy in that photo."

	"Oh, I think you do, dad... you're just looking at the wrong spot.  Try lower." Reese leaned down at pat his erection through his pants. "Look right about here.  You always did like washing me and I always enjoyed it too.  You were much better at it than mom was." She kissed his cheek. "You always went a lot deeper and took longer."

	Her father grunted at the pat and wet the cloth and sponge during the kiss.  He pressed them both to her chest and looked up at her before rubbing them back and forth over her nipples and the mostly flat area around them.  Morris gave both nipples a kiss of their own and smiled.

	"She was always worried you'd like girls too much if she washed you too well." He ran the wet soapy cloth down her belly, but kept the sponge circling her left areola. "I said it wouldn't matter, but she couldn't get past the worry until you were older and it wouldn't have mattered.  Not that I minded getting to be with you so much more intimately than your mom."

	Reese leaned back against the wall while her dad soaped her up.  There was quite a bit of dirt coming out of her fur into the tub but neither really paid attention to that.  Getting clean was only an excuse to get dirty.  He was teasing her by doing the less fun areas first and ignoring the main event.  She liked that.  It would be boring to get all the fun stuff out of the way and then have to sit through the rest with nothing to do.

	When he moved the sponge and wash cloth to her side and Reese scooped suds off her chest and rub them into the fur on the back of his head.  He looked up at her and she gave him a dab on his nose for fun.  He just leaned down to rub that dab against the top of her pussy mound.

	After two minutes of scrubbing over her sides and arms, Morris tapped her chin with the sponge. "You didn't really have to get this much on you.  A little bit would have been just as effective."

	Reese laughed and caught his wrist to hug his hand to her chest. "But if it was just a little we wouldn't be together this long.  Um... you CAN take your clothes off.  I know you wore them in the picture but I think we'll have more fun if you take them off."

	"You really want more than just the wash?" He sounded so serious with the question.

	The teen stuck her hands down his shirt to rub his chest. "Yes. I know mom gave you permission when I was little.  She told me about it.  Well, I think if you wouldn't be able to resist it back then when I had nothing to show.  You won't be able to resist it even more when I actually have something to show, so I'm giving you my permission."

	There was no response after that.  Morris simply scrubbed over her arms, sides, and back, pausing to rinse frequently, and moved down to her tail.  Reese stood still for him, holding her breath at times and anxious about how it was going.  The situation wasn't going quite as erotically as she'd hoped.  He was right that she shouldn't have gotten quite so muddy.  It would have been faster and they could have gotten to anything that was going to happen a lot sooner.

	She lifted her tail up for him and shivered when the sponge and cloth slid down her ass crack around the bottom of each buttock only before working along her legs.  He still hadn't touched anything fun, but he could have avoided that crease had he not been slightly interested.  A look back showed him smiling at her butt and the back of her vulva protruding a fair bit further behind.  His hands and arms brushed the sides of her mound while he did her knees and below and she jumped when he pressed his muzzle against it while he reached around to do the front of her legs.

	He took his time in that position, crouched behind her face against her right outer labia just a couple inches below her pelvis.  Reese could feel him against it and her inner thigh and couldn't resist moving her leg in to squeeze him between them.  When he finished her legs and stepped out of the tub, he had an impressive dirt streak down one side of his face.  She smiled and took the sponge after he rinsed it again and wiped it off.

	"You're shirt is dirty too.  It'll have to be washed.  I told you you should take it off."

	"It's father's day.  I'm supposed to be being pampered.  How about you take it off for me?"

	Reese hugged him without getting out of the tub, getting soap and her own wet clean fur soaking into it with the dirt, and then tugged it up as she pulled away. "That's more like it! I think I better help with these dirty pants, too."

	Morris lifted his arms up for the shirt to come off and let his daughter unbutton and tug his pants down.  The boxers he wore kept his erection from being fully visible, but his cocktip was peaking out of the hem and Reese gave it a kiss when she bent to pull his pants to his ankles.  He pet her ears when she nuzzled into his stiff penis while tugging his underwear down.

	"Happy now, Reese?"

	"Yup!"

	"Good.  Shall I do the fun part now?"

	"Yes, please." Reese spread her legs and swished his hips so her heavy over-sized pussy swayed with her between her legs. Her clitoris was still clearly outlined in her underwear, but had grown to just over three inches long and thicker than her dad's thumb with arousal.  She playfully snapped the hum against her hips. "But you need to get these off, first."

	"Now how should I do that?" Morris climbed into the tub with her again and sat down in front of her.  He snapped the hem, too, and then tugged it down a few inches. "Like this? Or perhaps I should rip them off?

	Reese grabbed his wrists before he could try. "Of course like that! You aren't ripping these, they're my best pair!"

	"They don't cover much of anything." The older otter tugged his hands free and ran them up her partially hidden inner labia and the fully visible outer pair. "I always liked them.  They look good on you." He grabbed the hem and jerked them down suddenly. "But they look just as good off."

	The elastic hem stretched far on their way down her spread legs and massive cunt but held together.  When she stepped out of them, Morris tossed them out of the tub and ran his hands over her mound.  The wash cloth and sponge were on the edge waiting, but he ignored them to just fondle that dirty vulva.  Reese's arousal had washed some of it out and she was wet enough that more dirt dripped out in a long sticky strand from inside.  It might have been somewhat nasty if he didn't know what it was.

	"You even stuffed it inside, didn't you?"

	"Of course." Reese pushed her hips forward to bump her mound playfully against him. "I like it when you scrub me deep in there."

	Her dad grabbed the sponge and simply stuffed his hand right in. "Like this? Heh, of course like this.  You always did make such cute noises when you were really little. I wonder what noises I can get out of you now."

	They both wanted to laugh at it, but neither did.  Now that they had actually moved into intimate enjoyment, the laughing would have been weird.  Reese kept her smile for a bit while he stuffed his arm in up to the elbow, but it faded to one of concentration and lust at the feeling of that semi-rough sponge and her dad's sleek fur rubbing her sensitive flesh just right.  Morris kept his eyes on his lovely daughter's feminine flesh.  His smile stayed somewhat dreamy with the way her vulva pulsed and shifted in response to his efforts.

	He brought his other hand up to stroke her clitoris and Reese's whole body tensed at the touch.  Her belly tightened visibly when he squeezed two fingers and his thumb around it then tightened further when he simply stroked it like a tiny cock.  Morris pulled his sponge hand out to add more water and stuffed it right back in without stopping the clit pumping.  Her own fluids leaked out around his wrist, clear and clean, to show he didn't need to scrub in there anymore, but he kept going because they both wanted him to.

	Reese squirmed after just a minute of scrubbing and clitoral stimulation.  She was right on the edge and teetering quickly with her dad stuffing in past his elbow and bending his arm a lot to stroke as much as possible at once.  Her hands pushed back on the wall to her side when he leaned in to suck her clit into his mouth and she came a second later.

	A powerful squirt of clear fluid sprayed from her urethra over her dad's neck and chest.  Another followed, along with six more while her body rocked with the pleasure running through it.  Her pussy mound clenched around and pushed against his arm, moving in time to her orgasm.  The grunting noise she made turned into a choked groan when he very lightly scratched her clit with his teeth, rewarding him with one last squirt and several extra contractions around his arm.

	"You're running pretty clean there, Reese.  I guess that's enough inside, unless I get to have a turn, too."

	Reese leaned against the wall, panting while cooling down, but she moved her foot over to bend his stiff cock down with her sole. "It's father's day.  You get to have a turn."
