Permission

Ready for me? I texted Jenna five minutes before midnight.

I didn't have to wait long before Jenna sent me: My parents are asleep. I'm in the hot tub. Get your sexy butt over here.

I rolled out of bed, changed into a pair of boardshorts, and made the trip down to my backyard. I hadn't bothered with the lights. I walked to the concrete dividing wall separating our yards, placed my hands on the flat top rail, and jump-pushed myself over the fence. Jenna had left her yard dark, leaving only the starlight to guide my path to her hot tub's glowing water. I jumped onto the grass and walked across Jenna's lawn, around her pool, and to her hot tub.

"It's so dark," I said, standing on the lip of the hot tub as I stared down at Jenna, sitting in the bubbling blue water. "But it always is. What if I was some stranger instead of me?"

"Shut up and get in here," Jenna said, her voice bubbly and barely contained. "Dad is going to let us have sex!"

"That's better than therapy." I stepped into the bubbling hot tub, the water crawling over my skin and warming my body. "How'd this happen?"

"I," Jenna said, standing and grabbing my hands. "I"--she smile-cringed before saying--"kissed him!"

"You did what?" I asked without thinking, my voice coming out quick and sharp and curious as my mind slammed against my skull. Her words struck me with the precision of a ball-peen hammer, and I started to chuckle. "Kissed him how?"

Jenna shrugged and looked to the side. "You said I should tease him."

"Tease, not kiss."

"I've been teasing him every night, but"--it seemed as if she tried to shrink--"but it just kept turning me on. Dad kept fucking Mom every night afterward--I couldn't take it anymore." She looked at me; her eyes were big beneath the starlight. "So, I asked him about you, and he said, 'No,' and then I said, 'Well, I need to fuck somebody,' and I kissed him." Soft, rapid laughter fell from her lips. "I sat on his lap and kissed him."

"Holy shit," I whispered, thinking, Guess what I've been doing? "Then what happened?"

"You're not mad?"

I shook my head. "No. It's fucking strange, but you're a strange girl." Should I have been mad? Was I allowed to be mad? It didn't matter because I wasn't mad.

"Shut up," Jenna said. "I needed to show him how much I needed it. You know what the strange thing was?"

"Stranger than a daughter kissing her father? No, I don't know what's stranger than that." Oh, but I knew, though.

"Dad, kinda, you know," Jenna whispered, "kissed me back."

"Oh." I tried to keep my expression blank as blood flowed into my cock, giving my dangling monster a swift thickening of size.

"Then he pushed me off his lap and went to see Mom." Jenna sighed. "I'm pretty sure he fucked the hell out of her, which he's been doing every night since I started teasing him--as you told me to do." She widened her eyes as she told me that. "Later, after he finished with Mom, he said, 'Okay. You can be with Mark, but there will be rules.'"

"What kind of rules?" Rules were good. The idea of "rules" didn't seem to bother my cock, which continued to grow beneath my shorts.

"I don't know. He wants to see you and your parents tomorrow."

I took Jenna's face in my hands and looked into her eyes. I saw the smile of an excited youth stretch her lips, not that I was so old and wise, but she was still young and inexperienced. Not like my mother. Not even like me. Jenna was a virgin. Maybe waiting a couple of years wasn't such a big deal any--

Jenna stood on her toes, wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers. Our lips met and slid together, the perfect union of flesh that parted as our tongues merged, first in my mouth, then pushing into hers. We pressed against each other, our tongues licking and sliding together, generating saliva as we tasted each other. I moved my right hand behind her head and my left down her teen body; the muscles beneath her tight skin felt hard and thick. My hand found her ass, and I filled my palm with her meat.

Oh, yeah, I thought as my fingertips dipped into her crack and traced the thong of her bikini panties. She's not that young. Within moments, my hard-on pressed into her stomach.

"What?" Jenna asked as I laughed against her lips.

"Nothing," I said. "I've had a long week without you." But I wouldn't trade it for all the wishes in the world. "So, you're a Daddy kisser now?" What a pair we made.

Jenna stared at me, her eyes widening. Her mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

I laughed.

Jenna blushed, the light from around the spa revealing the flushing of her cheeks.

"With tongue?" I teased.

Jenna turned to the side, her eyes going wide, "Yeah, maybe, I don't know," she said, her answer spoken with a long, drawn-out embarrassment that only made my prick harder. "I wasn't thinking about it when I did it. I just did it. I only know how to kiss with tongue, okay? Teasing him was your idea!"

"Daddy kisser," I said, squeezing her ass. "What a bad little girl you are."

"I didn't kiss my Daddy," Jenna said, looking at me and shaking her head with a don't be an idiot expression on her face. "I kissed my father." Her following smile was nothing but coy sweetness and false innocence. "You're my Daddy, and I love kissing my Daddy."

"Then give Daddy a kiss."

Our lips met, and I dug my fingers deeper into her thick ass, making her moan into my mouth. Jenna pulled me down into the water and pushed me back, sitting me down on the spa's granite bench. Bubbles splashed around my shoulders as Jenna straddled my lap. Her thinly clad muff pressed into my cock as she wrapped her arms around my head. I held onto her ass with my right hand and ran my left hand up her back, finding the strings keeping her bikini top together. I pulled them apart. Her bikini's half-cups came loose from her chest and floated atop the water, bouncing with the explosions of air along the water's surface.

"Did you miss these titties, Daddy?" Jenna asked, her voice turning pouty. "You haven't been able to suck them for a week."

"I'll get to do more than suck them soon," I said. "Tomorrow?"

Jenna nodded her head, biting her lip.

"Should I suck them now?"

"Yeah," Jenna whispered. "Right now."

"Yeah," I said, thinking of Mom and our agreement. Yet, if I now had permission and I still owned Mom's pussy, then what was the problem? God, I was a bastard.

Jenna pushed her breasts toward me, rising to her knees and thrusting her hips forward. I held her back with my left hand, pressing my palm into her as I cupped her left tit with my other hand and lowered my mouth to her thick nipple. Her nipples were shorter than Mom's, yet just as thick, though her areolas were larger as well. Her tits--one of them equaled both of Mom's--were much bigger. I sucked their firm, youthful perkiness into my mouth with enough slobbering noise to dub a Japanese porno.