By dinnertime the next day, it became obvious that Joanna had in fact spilled the beans to Jack about what she and Vanessa had in mind–not to mention the history of her venture into girl-on-girl sex and Vanessa’s own encounter with Eileen.
Over dinner Jack was staring at each of his females one after the other in an attitude of stupefied amazement. He hardly said a word, merely gawking at his ex-wife, his young lover, and his daughter as if they had revealed themselves to be Sirens or mermaids or succubi or some other supernatural creatures.
Vanessa was a little dumbfounded also. She realized that by next morning she could say she had slept with each member of this remarkable family. Just thinking of that made her blush uncontrollably at odd moments.
Around 10 p. m., as everyone was lounging in the living room, Joanna stood up, came over to Vanessa, held out her hand, and said, “I think it’s time, dear.”
Vanessa accepted the proferred hand, and the two women walked slowly up the stairs. Jack watched their every move until they were out of sight. About half an hour later, Eileen went up to bed, and Jack followed soon after.
Eileen had left her door partly open, and as she was lying in bed reading she saw her father trudge disconsolately along the hallway. She called out, “Hey, Dad! Come over here!”
Jack, who was wearing only a thin robe over his briefs, stood still with a jerk. He nervously poked his head into his daughter’s room. “What is it, dear?” he said.
Eileen patted the empty side of her queen-size bed. “Lie down here for a minute.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. As he inched into her room he felt vaguely that he was trespassing. In all the years that Eileen had spent in this house, he’d gone into her bedroom no more than a dozen times. She had been very insistent on her privacy.
“Lie down here, Dad,” she said more emphatically. “And take that silly robe off.”
“What?” he said. “I–I’m just wearing my underwear!”
Eileen rolled her eyes. “Dad, come on! We’re all adults here.”
“Wh-what exactly do you want?”
“Just a little chat. It’s been a while since we had a real tête-à-tête.”
He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. Standing by the bed, looking down sheepishly at his daughter, he whipped the robe off, then dashed under the covers in about two seconds. Eileen gave her patented smirk, vastly amused at his discomfiture.
Now that Jack was here, in this disturbingly intimate setting, it occurred to him that he had some things to talk about with Eileen also.
“So…” he began hesitantly, “you and Vanessa.”
“Yup,” she said smugly.
“You–you liked it with her?”
“Did I ever!”
“She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”
“No doubt about it.”
“And yet, she’s a little sensitive about her breast size.”
“Oh, those darling little breasts! They’re the cutest things I’ve seen in a long time. I hope you’re suitably appreciative of them.”
“I think I am.” After a pause: “Do you think she enjoyed herself with you?”
“Yes, if I do say so myself. She came a bunch a times, let me tell you!”
“I had no idea she…”
“I don’t think she did either; but she took to it like a duck to water. I’m beginning to think a lot of women are natural lesbians; they just don’t know it. No offense to you, dear father o’ mine, but there are times when even straight women get a bit tired of tending to that organ of yours. It’s so damn insistent, and wants so much attention! Sometimes it’s just a relief not to have it around, so we women can focus on our own needs.”
“I like to make women come,” Jack said defensively. “And I think I do a damn good job of it.”
“Good for you. Lots of other men, I hear, aren’t so considerate.”
“I guess you heard about your mom too–what she did during her college days?”
“I did. What a shame she didn’t tell me earlier! It would have helped me a lot as I was figuring out my own sexual orientation.”
By this time Eileen had slunk down onto her side and rested her entire body against her father’s. He was rather unnerved at the feel of her large breasts, covered only by her flannel nightgown; and he could swear he felt the thick, curly bristles of her bush rubbing up against his hip. Jesus! he thought. She can’t possibly be tryng to come on to me! I’m her dad, and she’s a lesbian to boot!
But that’s when Eileen gently laid a hand on his groin. “What do we got here, Dad?” she said, softly stroking his underwear, where his member was rapidly hardening.
“Eileen, for God’s sake what are you doing?” Jack cried.
“You know,” she said contemplatively, “I have to admit I’ve been developing a curiosity about this strange little object. It behaves in such a peculiar way, doesn’t it, Dad?”
“Eileen, you mustn’t–”
She ignored him. Flinging the blanket aside, she pulled his briefs down with a quick motion and exposed his cock to her gaze.
“I take it back,” she said with admiration. “It’s not so little. I gather this is a little bigger than average?”
Jack, giving his daughter a deer-in-the-headlights look, could only mumble, “Yes, a little bigger than average.”
“I thought so. Well, let’s see what it tastes like.”
And, as Jack watched in appalled fascination, his daughter slid down and, pulling up his now-hard cock to a vertical position, popped as much of it into her mouth as she could. Her eyes widened and she let out a “Mmmm!” as she got her first feel, smell, and taste of the male organ. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation: God knows a cock can engorge itself far more than a woman’s clitoris! She used her tongue to lick the tip and the shaft, and with her other hand she cupped his balls, which were another source of fascination.
Jack began breathing heavily as he watched and felt himself being serviced by the creature he’d begotten from Joanna. The bobbing head, the red lips surrounding his member, the feel of her hands on his testicles–all contributed to one of the most incredible sessions of oral sex he’d ever experienced. In fact, he was getting so excited that he was forced to call out: “Eileen, dear, I think–I think I’m gonna come.”
But she was so fixated on the task at hand that she didn’t seem to hear. Jack thought of pulling her head away by main force, since he doubted whether she’d take well to having her mouth filled with come. She was a lesbian, after all! But he couldn’t do it. All he could do was continue to gape at his daughter as she became completely focused on her work.
And so he came in her mouth.
As the first jets of his emission began shooting out of his cock, Eileen’s eyes widened even more, and she opened her mouth. Further dollops of come poured out, and they immediately dribbled out of her mouth as if she was expelling a milk shake that she’d suddenly developed a dislike for. The thick screams of his discharge coated her chin and then fell on Jack’s belly, and as she extended her tongue he could see it covered with his seed.
Eileen spit a couple more times, then snatched up some Kleenex to wipe her face. She also took a big gulp of water from a glass on her nightstand.
“Sorry, Dad,” she said, looking down at the mess she (and he) had made on his abdomen. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I tried to warn you. A lot of girls don’t like the taste of come.”
“I can’t say it’s the most delightful thing to put in my mouth. So damn salty!”
“Yes, it’s pretty salty.”
“Well,” she said, brightening, “that was quite an experience! You liked it too, I hope?”
“I did,” he said in an understated voice.
“What do you want to do now?”
Jack gazed at his daughter intently. “Can I… do you?”
“You wanna make me come? Sure, I never say no to an orgasm.”
“I don’t suppose you’d care to–”
“To what?”
“Um, take your nightgown off?”
“Oh, you wanna see me naked?”
“Well, you’ve seen my thing!”
“Yes, I have. But I have more naughty bits than you.”
“Oh, Eileen, please! You’re so beautiful.”
“Thanks, Dad. Sure, you can have a peek.”
And with that, she pulled up her nightgown over her head and tossed it away into a corner of the room.
Jack gasped at the figure now revealed to his eyes. She was beautiful–even if in a fleshy, robust way antipodally different from Vanessa. He was struck by the fact that her breasts were even larger than Joanna’s–which is saying something. And that luxuriant, hairy bush! But the most incredible thing about the whole business was that she was absolutely unconcerned about her own father seeing her naked. Eileen had always been bold and forthright–and now, after having blandly sucked her father’s cock, she was displaying all her wares for his examination without the slightest shame or embarrassment.
Jack tentatively reached a hand out to touch those glorious breasts, finding them as firm and substantial as he’d suspected. The nipples were already protuberent, and he bent his head down to suck them, and even nuzzle them a bit–which made Eileen arch her back and moan with pleasure. Then he slid his other hand down to her stomach, then her belly, and then to the space between her legs, which was already humid and fragrant with her increasing excitement. Her sex was also fleshier than Vanessa’s, the labia thicker and denser, the clitoris longer and more protuberant. Sometimes he reached down farther and squeezed her bottom, which was also exquisitely curvy.