CHAPTER 6

Just like last Sunday, once I heard mom's car leave for her to go to church, I got up out of bed and slipped on the Lakers tank top. I'm going to make sure he gets a good look at my pussy today, I thought to myself. I want to see if he gets a hardon in his pants and maybe I'll be able to tell if it is a really big one like Mel thinks it is. I went to the kitchen and dad was, once again, sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee. I did pretty much of a repeat of last week doing my best to give him glimpses of my tits and ass. I still didn't look at him as I did those things so I can't be certain how much he saw or if he was able to resist looking. I was dying to know if he was looking at me, though.

After having breakfast, dad went into the living room and turned on the TV to find a ball game. He sat on the couch directly in front of the set. I came in and sat on the loveseat that is at a right angle to the couch. Of course, I let my shirt ride up to show as much leg as possible and pretended to get interested in the game. After a while I changed my position. I left my left foot (the one closest to him) on the floor and raised my other foot to rest on the sofa cushion with my knee bent in the air. This completely opened up my legs to give dad a clear view of my pussy. My movement didn't go unnoticed. "Beth, honey, I told you that you can wear that shirt around me if you want, but you can't just expose yourself to me like that. Please close your legs or put your legs down. I shouldn't be seeing you like that.

"What's the matter, Dad," I asked, "don't you like my pussy? Look how pink it is." With that I reached down and pulled open my labia to show my dad my vagina. "Can you see my hymen," I asked as I spread my vagina open as much as I could? "See, Dad, I'm still a virgin." Next to push a little further, I tugged up on my clit hood to reveal my little pearl. "And here is my clit, Dad. It's just begging for you to touch it or lick it. I've told you, Dad. You can touch me anywhere you want. You can use your hands, your lips, your tongue, your …" "Beth, please don't do this to me. Believe me, if I could be with you, I would. But it just isn't right, not to mention illegal and an excuse for your mother to murder me. If you can't control yourself better, I'm going to have to insist that you are not allowed to walk around here without panties on. To protect myself, I may have to tell your mother what you've been doing."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm just saying you can if you want. I'll never tell anyone." That was, of course, a lie. I'll tell Mel, Julie and Jim everything that happens with my dad, but they'll never tell anyone. "I'll make a deal with you. If you tell me why mom won't give you a blow job, I'll keep my legs closed and not tease you." "I swear, Beth, you're going to be the death of me – maybe literally. Okay, if you really must know, I think it's mostly my fault that mom doesn't like to give head. I'm kind of big down there. In fact, several girls I dated back in the day wouldn't go near me after they saw my dick. Your mom was enamoured with it and used to give me blow jobs now and then, but I think I got a little too excited one time and I tried to force more of it into her mouth. She started coughing and gagging and she got really pissed. Ever since, she's been really reluctant to put it in her mouth, no matter how much I promise to be good. She'll only do it if I promise not to move while she's giving me head so that she can control how far she takes it. There, you happy now that you know something you have no right to know?"

"Damn, Dad. How big is it? Now I want to see it even more than before. I'll tell you what. I'll make a new deal with you. Let me try to give you a blow job. If I can't take it all the way into my throat, I'll never ask you again and I'll even stop flashing you, if you want. What have you got to lose? If I can't do it, we're done. If I can do it, you'll get the best blow job of your life and I'll promise to do it for you whenever you want for the rest of our lives. Even when I go off and get married, you can come over any time and I'll suck your cock – even in front of my husband. I don't care. I'll never refuse you. I promise."

"Oh, God, Beth," dad groaned, "I wish I could agree to that, but I've told you the reality of the situation. I'm not sure how I'm going to get this out of my head now. Please, I've asked you repeatedly not to do this to me, I'm only human. I don't want to cheat on your mom and I sure as hell don't want to go to jail because my little brain overrodes my big brain. Let's just drop it, okay. Let me just watch the ball game."

"I'm sorry, dad. I'm not trying to cause you distress. Quite the opposite, I want to give you pleasure and in return I'll get a lot of pleasure. Think about it, Dad. The offer stands forever. Just give me a chance to give you pleasure you've never had before. Maybe I can't, I don't know. Obviously, I've never done it before and if no one else has been able to do it for you, I probably can't either. But I'd love to give it a try. I love you, Dad, and want to make you happy any way that I can. This might be a way I can make you happier than anyone ever has and that would be a big boost to my self-esteem. I don't care that it's incest. I don't care that it's against the law. I don't care that I'm underage. What two people who love each other do in the privacy of their own home is no one else's business. As long as no one is being forced to do something they don't want to do, everyone else should just butt out. I know you love me and would never hurt me. So, as far as I'm concerned you can do anything with me that you want and it'll just be our secret. I'll leave you alone to watch your game. I just want to do one thing first." With that, I stood up in front of my dad and pulled the shirt completely off and stood in front of him totally nude. He'd seen all the bits and pieces before, but not the total package until now. I tossed the shirt over my shoulder and walked out of the room putting as much wiggle in my tight little butt as I could. Now, all I can do is wait. I don't think I can press him any more than I have without risking really pissing him off. Him even saying he'd tell my mom what I've been doing to protect himself scares me. The shit would really hit the fan if he felt he had to do that. I was so caught up in what we were talking about, I never even looked at his crotch to see if he got hard. Now, I am pissed at myself. At least he confirmed what Mel thought. He must be really big if he's scared girls off in the past. I bet mom loves having that big cock in her pussy, though. I can't wait to tell Mel and Julie this latest development.