by jrfulofit 11/16/01
I awakened slowly, stretched luxuriously while flexing my toes and glanced at the clock radio on my bed table. Hmm, I thought, 7:47, Saturday, June 9, first thing in the morning on my first full day at home. I had just completed my freshman year at college, finals were all behind me and mom and my brother Jerry had driven the 110 miles to the school and returned me back home yesterday. After laying in bed a few minuets after awakening, I realized the need to relieve myself and swung my legs out of bed. I sleep in the buff and debated for a moment the need for donning some sort of robe to cover my nudity. I only let myself dawdle a moment before the pressure in my bladder asserted itself, then shrugged resignedly and hastily threw an old dress shirt of my fathers that I sometimes use for a short cover up and headed for the door and down the hallway toward the bathroom I share with Jerry. I was in a terrific hurry and did not bother to fasten even a single one of the buttons on the shirtfront. I never dreamed there was the remotest chance I would meet anyone of the other members of the family so was quite shocked to see dad just leaving his and mom's room as I hurried on my way to pee. I didn't even notice how dad was dressed but did look back over my shoulder to say, "Good morning Dad," as I rushed by.
Once through the doorway into the bathroom, I nudged it, not caring much whether it closed or not, I really did need to pee badly. Without looking back at the door, I went to the commode, lowered the lid that Jerry had, carelessly, left in an upright position, sat and began to let the urine flow. Once that it was no longer necessary to concentrate on controlling my bladder, I glanced at the door and, to my horror, noticed that it had not closed but had bounced back until it was nearly wide open. I looked up just in time to see dad walk past and pause to look curiously at the open door and me sitting a few feet further away, peeing. I really do not believe that dad was embarrassed by what he could see, but he did look away quickly and continued along on his way down stairs. Strange, I thought, I would have guessed that seeing a half dressed girl, even if it were his own daughter, would elicit more interest than my dad had shown.
Aside from seeing his nineteen year-old-daughter sitting on the pot, I could not imagine what it was that had brought the fleeting smile to his face. Hell, the shirttail pretty much covered my lap and my knees were together so he really couldn't see anything. Then I looked down at the shirtfront and, in horror, remembered that I had not bothered to button the thing and the entire front opening was gaping wide open exposing both of my 38 Cs for anyone who cared to look. Added to that, I also realized that the sound made by gushing pee hitting the stored water in the commode was deafening. At least it seemed so to my embarrassed ears.
Shrugging, I straightened up, dried myself with a tissue and stood to look intently in the mirror. I looked at the reflected view of my head and upper torso, grinned to myself and thought, Well girl, I guess you really have nothing to be ashamed of. If dad derived some enjoyment from viewing your exposed tits, then so be it. I grabbed up a hairbrush and tried to make myself as presentable as possible then I brushed the fuzz from my teeth before returning to my room to don an old pair of running shorts and sandals to complete my ensemble before going down to greet the rest of the family. I knew I would need to come back later and get into some dratted underwear and into some shorts that would be more presentable but, for the moment, I would enjoy the comfortable and somewhat naughty sensation of being naked under my simple attire.
Dad was at the table, reading the morning paper and sipping coffee as I entered the kitchen. I noticed right away that neither Jerry nor mom was present and asked dad if he knew where they were. Dad looked up absently, and, I guess, noted that I was at least a little better dressed than when he saw me upstairs, and said, "Oh there is a sale at the mall and your mom wanted to get Jerry a new swim suit and some other stuff." "A new swim suit?" I asked, "What is wrong with his old one?"
Dad sat in silence for a moment and then said, "Well Sherrie, put simply, the thing was shot. Remember that baggy, knee length rag he wore last year? Well, it is even baggier this year. The fabric has been in so much chlorine so many times it just wouldn't hold together any longer. We got the pool ready for use this year and I guess he really embarrassed your mother when his dick and balls fell through a gaping hole." "Embarrassed, mom!" I exclaimed, what about him? Wasn't he embarrassed as well?? Dad grinned and replied, "Oh, at eighteen, I doubt he is ever very much embarrassed with the knowledge that a female can see his 'goods'. I expect that he is rather proud of the way he must appear in the eyes of a woman." "Yeah but his own mother," I asked.
Dad looked at me silently for a moment, "Well Hon, were you embarrassed when you discovered that I could see your tits and pussy earlier this morning?" After all, I am your own father, you know?" I forgot all about the reference to my tits and said, "My pussy. You couldn't see my pussy. My knees were together when I was sitting on the pot." Dad laughed and said, "Your knees certainly were not together when you were rushing down the hallway with your shirttails flying wide open."
I looked at my father and said, "Oh my God, you weren't really able to see my pussy were you?? Dad chuckled and said, "If it will make you feel any better, you went by me in such a hurry, I could only see that you have shaved your mound totally bald. No, I didn't see any of the really good stuff and you have very carefully avoided telling me if you were embarrassed by any of that." I looked at my father for a long time before I replied, "No, dad. I really was not embarrassed because you could see my tits. Since I didn't know you had seen my shaved mound, I had no reason to be bothered by that. The thing I was embarrassed about, though, was the sound I was making pissing into the toilet." Looking somewhat puzzled, dad asked, "What sound, I didn't hear anything, or wasn't conscious of it if I did.
I walked to the counter and poured each of us a cup of coffee. I refilled dad's cup and filled one for myself. While my back was turned toward dad, he whistled softly and said, "Nice." I whirled to face him and asked, "What's nice?" Dad said, "Your butt is what's nice." Instantly my hand went around to feel of the backside of my shorts and slid into the seam that had opened when the old stitching gave way. Feeling the bare skin exposed by the tear, I remembered making the decision to not bother pulling on a pair of panties. Thoughtfully, I looked at dad and said, "Jesus Christ dad, seems as though this is the day I am destined to show you everything I have.
Dad opened his hands wide and, grinning, said, "You don't hear me complaining do you? Hell it really brightens my morning having a half naked nineteen-year-old to share coffee with."
I raised one eyebrow and looked at my father for a moment, grinned and said, "So, how would you feel sharing coffee with a naked young lady?" Thoughtfully and with a grin, my father said, "Oh I think my heart is still in pretty good shape. I would probably survive the torture." We both glanced toward his lap where a growing bulge revealed that our erotic conversation was starting to get to him, grinned and asked, "So what about that, would it survive such an event?" Dad laughed aloud and said, "Long as we are talking in the abstract, I guess we will never know, now will we?"
"Abstract? Bullshit," I said as I slowly and, I hope, tantalizingly loosened all the buttons on the shirt before slowly letting it drop from my shoulders to the floor. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them slowly down to my ankles so that I could kick them off to join the shirt on the floor. Then, I bent one knee, cocked one hip seductively, threw one arm in the air and said, "Tada, see anything you like?"
Dad was grinning when he asked, "So, what's not to like?" I pulled a chair back from the table and sat facing my father with knees spread wide enough that there is no way he could not have seen the puffy outer lips of my pussy. Lips that, without even looking, I knew were starting to glisten with the juices that had begun to flow as a result of the conversation both of us knew was taboo for a father/daughter to be having.
Dad looked intently at the sight I presented for his viewing pleasure and surprised me by asking, "Sherrie, I know it probably is none of my business, but whatever prompted you to shave yourself totally bald that way?" Puzzled, I asked, "So why isn't it your business to ask why your only daughter has done something with her body that is a bit different? Hell, I have bared my body for you to see haven't I? No way I would let you see my pussy if I weren't proud of the way I think it looks. Anyhow, to answer your question, I keep it shaved because Jack, my boyfriend, liked it that way."
"Liked, past tense?" Asked dad. "Yeah," I answered, "liked. Bastard went home to marry his high school sweetheart. I never even knew he had a girlfriend back home or that he was only leading me on for whatever he could get, and, yes, the son-of-a-bitch got plenty." I grinned and added, "Course, I guess I got plenty as well, all seven and a half inches of him whenever I wanted it." Dad was not even shocked when I revealed that I had been fucking my boyfriend all that first year of college. He only appeared to be thoughtful when he asked, "So Hon, is it something you want to talk about with your old dad. I'm a good listener you know. Shoot, I'll even look the guy up and smack him alongside the head if you would like." I giggled and said, "No need for that dad, besides I'm probably a lot better off without him. Just pisses me off that I let him use me that way." I looked dad right in the eye and said, "And, I suppose I will have to find someone else who would like to fuck your daughter now." Dad laughed and said, "Oh you probably will not have to look too far to find someone who would LIKE to screw you. Hell, even I would volunteer for that pleasure and I will even be willing to bet your brother would not mind getting into your panties although I have no idea whether or not he even thinks of you in that way or not." Dad laughed again and added, "Bet if he could see you dressed, 'er, undressed, the way you are now, he would start thinking of you that way in a hurry."
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