BEE-1194 Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett


Chapter 1


I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father was 
in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of 
the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed 
into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony.

"Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my 
mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle.

"I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a moment, I 
won't be long."

"Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back," he said. 
That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do 
everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that 
familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the 
circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I pushed the door open 
and walked into the steam-filled room to make my way toward the toilet. 
So desperate was my need that I hardly spared my father a glance. I 
assumed he'd have his back toward me. But when I reefed my panties down 
and squatted over the bowl, and let the first burst loose, I looked up 
to find him looking right back at me.

"Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled between us, the 
rush of water resounded through the tile-lined space, and I suddenly 
became conscious of being alone with him. Reflexively my hands drew the 
terry cloth robe to and my eyes drifted away from his. But in the 
process they drifted past his cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His 
cock was long, thick, brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of 
dark hair and straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was 
about to fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather, 
dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me, 
electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it 
tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer terror. I 
had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at that thickening 
member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted toward the left of him 
and the thick ridge of flesh running up the lower side was clearly 
visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in a knife or a bayonet, and 
once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny twinges ran through my cunt.

Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy, in the 
process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed did I 
realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch myself! And no 
doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well. They were too big to 
hide these days. He said nothing. When I finally managed to look him in 
the eye he just smiled and started another aria, singing in his fine 
baritone voice while the shower cascaded water all over his strong, 
tanned body. For some reason I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs 
weren't too steady, my hands hardly had the strength to open the door. 
"Thank you, Daddy," I said. No answer.


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