Home Schooling 1

Home Schooling
by AGreyFoxxx

It’s Friday night and my wife, the nurse, is working second shift, leaving me at home, alone, with our teenage daughter, Aubrey. I was sitting alone in the den, watching a classic WWII action movie, when Aubrey wandered in. This was nothing abnormal, or so I thought, until I noticed her wearing baby doll pajamas. What I noticed first was the revealing nature of both the top and bottom; a filmy peach-colored fabric which didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. The voice in my head said, “Remind you of someone way back when?” harkening back to the days when her mother was that age.

Taken aback, and more than a little worried that my maleness would react in an inappropriate way, I tried not to look. “Daddy,” she said, “Can I ask you something?”

Still staring at the flat screen and trying not to sneak a peek, I said, “Sure, sweetie. What’s up?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her fidgeting as she said, “Mommy and I were talking the other day and she said that I should ask you.”

“Ask me what?”

After a blushing moment, she said, “Boy stuff.”

“Boy stuff? What do you mean by ‘boy stuff’?”

“You know! Sex.”

Rolling my eyes, I verbalized my frustration. “Don’t tell me your mother copped out of filling you in about the birds and the bees, leaving it to your old man to fumble through it.”

Sitting cross legged at the other end of the couch. “Oh, no! We talked all about girl stuff, but she said there are some things I should learn from guys,” she replied. “It’s not the kind of thing I could bring up in health class.”

Alarm bells clanged in my head. I turned toward her, seeing as something this important needed to be addressed face to face. The portion of my brain connected to my cock chimed in again, “Damn, she looks hot.” I rubbed my eyes, pinched my nose, trying to get the lustful images out of my head. “What sort of stuff did you have in mind?” I asked, focusing on a spot on the wall right next to her head, fighting the urge to stiffen in my cargo pants.

“Like…um…oral sex.” I could see that she wasn’t comfortable bringing up the subject, but we had always encouraged her to be open with us, as difficult as it may be.

Forced to look at her, focusing on her face and trying not to look at the small but pointed breasts barely hidden by her baby dolls, I couldn’t help but smile as I conjured up a picture of me peeling a banana and watching her deep throat it. “You do realize, young lady, that I am your father, and, as such, the last person you should be seeking advice from in a matter like this,” I said as I tried to fight the carnal urges swimming around my brain. She reminded me so much of her mother at that age, and how curious and active we had been back then. So I added, “Having said that, what about it?”

Blushing slightly, she stammered, “Umm…what’s it feel like?”

“What does what feel like? You need to be more specific,” I replied, forgetting who I was and enjoying the show before me. My shorts began to tent, and my resolve began to melt.

“Getting your…Umm…”

“Cock sucked?” I interjected.

Embarrassed relief swept over her young face. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Did your mother put you up to this? Did she encourage you?”

“She said you wouldn’t mind. You could discuss it when she gets home.”

I smiled as my eyes wandered all over her barely covered charms. “I don’t know if ‘discuss’ covers what we will do tonight. But, back to you, why the sudden urge to know this stuff?”

“Well, there’s this boy in my English class, and I…I think he likes me. Mom said that you guys did stuff at my age and I thought that, well, I needed to know, too.”

“Well, I can’t deny that your mother and I did a lot of ‘stuff’ at your age, but I’m supposed to warn you about the evils of pre-marital sex, the value of your virginity, your dignity, and your reputation.” My gaze wandered from her face to her chest, to her crotch and back again, causing more tenting, which she noticed. She smiled. “And besides, this isn’t exactly the sort of thing covered by ‘home schooling.’ As for the ‘stuff’ we did, well, there was a lot of heavy petting, manual stimulation, and, of course, oral sex.”

“There’s no need to go technical on me, Dad. I’m taking health class. I get how it works. What I need to know is how it feels.”

The alarm bells were clanging in my head at this point. “Aubrey, sweetie, let’s not forget that you are my daughter, and as such, the last person to be giving you lessons on ‘how it feels.’”

Staring at my crotch, she replied, “I can see that you find me attractive. Don’t you want to help me?” Her hand slid down inside the panties of her pajamas.

I couldn’t help but stare as her fingers disappeared, only to emerge shiny and coated with her essence. I tried to stifle a groan. Wordlessly, she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked on her fingers. “Mmmm!” she whispered. Looking me in the eye, she added, “Want some, Daddy?” Her hand disappeared inside her panties again. Maybe disappeared is the wrong word. The filmy fabric hid nothing as I watched her middle and ring fingers slip inside, knuckle by knuckle, until the palm of her hand hid everything.

I was mesmerized. My fully erect cock ached with need, as my brain turned to mush. I knew if I didn’t put a stop to this now, then there would be no stopping it later. Her hand re-emerged, wet with her juices. I just sat there, glued to my seat, my brain screaming, “Stop this before it’s too late,” and my cock screaming, “Go ahead! Taste her! I know you want to.” I watched as her hand approached my face, fingers extended. The scent of her reached my nose just before her fingertips brushed my lips. She smelled so good! I opened my mouth, feeling electric shocks as her fingers delved inside, searching for my tongue. I thought as my taste buds experienced her for the first time, “So wrong, but so right. God, she tasted as good as she smelled. Like her mother, but different.” I sucked her fingers clean, my eyes closed as I savored her flavor. So wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t feel her unzipping my fly until my cock popped out into the open.

“Mom was right. You have a magnificent cock,” she said as her hand encircled the veiny pole, slowly pumping it. “And what’s this?” she added as a drop of pre-cum formed at the slit in my crown. Before I knew it, she had leaned over and covered the rose-colored helmet with her lips. Any chance of my retaking the moral high ground disappeared as more and more of my manhood slid into the warmth of her young mouth. I raised my hips slightly, hoping to feed her every inch of me before splattering her tonsils with my cum. My fingers curled into the couch cushions so I wouldn’t grab her head, letting her do her thing at her own pace.

Needless to say, I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. There was still time for me to stop this, but it felt so damn good, so I did nothing, awaiting the inevitable rush of orgasm.

“Aubrey…sweetie…Daddy’s gonna cum…” I panted just before that blissful moment, when my sperm shot out of the tip of my cock, coating her teeth and tongue with that creamy, salty reward.

Slumping back into the couch cushions, I immediately felt the onset of the guilt. “What have I done? Oral sex with my own daughter! What kind of pervert…”

My thought process was interrupted by my daughter’s reaction to what had just happened. “Wow Daddy! That was cool.” she said, smiling as she sat up. “Warm and creamy, but a lot saltier than I expected.” There was a drip of sperm at the corner of her mouth that I swiped at with my finger. Before I could pull it away she sucked it off. “Waste not, want not.” She said just as she leaned in and kissed me. Her cum coated tongue sought out mine as we passionately kissed, sharing my seed.

“I can’t wait to do that again!” she said gleefully.

The fight in my head was over. Morality had lost to lust. I replied, “Me too, baby girl”

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9 thoughts on “Home Schooling 1

  1. Beautiful, short, sharp and simple. Sometimes less is more and my wife and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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