“Are we lesbians?” I asked her, smiling.
“Hmm. Probably.”
We stared at each other and then giggled again.
“Tell me about your father,” I asked.
I watched her eyes roam about my face before settling back on my eyes.
“When he died, it was horrible. Not in how he died. That was painless for him, the doctors said. But it was horrible for me. I was living with him in Los Angeles. We had an expansive studio apartment. After mom died when I was ten, it was just me and my dad. A little like you and Desmond.”
On hearing my son’s name my heart pounded. He had to have heard us having sex. He now knew I was a lesbian. What would he think of me now? He would hate me; I was sure of it. Deal with it later, I reasoned. Enjoy this moment while it lasts. I’ll talk to him later and he’ll simply have to understand.
Then a part of me worried if I had ruined any chance to… Don’t finish that, Jessica! I admonished myself. Just don’t!
I pushed all that away with difficulty and focused on my lover. My female lover, I accepted, and a rush of warmth and a ripple of joy ran through me.
I could see in Jennifer’s eyes she was reliving her memories of life with her father. I focused on her and her words. She deserved my complete attention.
“Dad and I were always close. I matured and noticed the looks he gave me. Not dirty looks. They were looks of appreciation. He admired my figure and that gave me a confidence I never knew existed. I loved him all the more for that. I looked just like mom. And he missed her so deeply. I found him many times crying. In many different ways…”
I sensed something more. “What do you mean?” I kissed her nose.
She blushed. “Once he drank a little too much. He rarely drank, but it was a day after an anniversary of her death. I had just turned eighteen the month before. I went to check on him and he was passed out naked on the bed, lying on his back. A framed picture of mom and me was lying beside him. He was naked and had all this white cum splattered up his stomach and chest. I didn’t want to, but I had to. For my father, you see. So, I got a warm washcloth and cleaned him up. He never stirred once.”
“You washed his cum off him?”
She nodded and bit her lip looking at me to see if I was judging her. I wasn’t and said so. “Keep going, tell me more.”
“I-I… I washed his penis,” she blurted quickly. “That was hard to do at first. Seeing your father’s penis is not… normal. I… I… I took my time, Jessica. I enjoyed it. Because it was my father, do you see? I was taking care of him. I was being the dutiful daughter, and it gave me pleasure. I washed him carefully.”
“Then what happened?”
“I shouldn’t tell you this.”
“Go ahead, I won’t judge you.”
“Are you sure? You may not look at me the same way again.”
“I’m sure.”
“I touched it. I had never had a penis so close and exposed to me. I wanted to examine it. So, I did. I looked it all over. It was so soft. I touched his scrotum. Felt his testicles. It was amazing.”
“And he was passed out the whole time?”
She giggled, warming to her story. I could see it excited her to tell it to me. “Yes. Dad had drunk an entire bottle of sake. He was snoring hard the whole time.”
“You bad girl,” I said and gave her ass a small smack. I grinned at her, and she laughed. She was lovely.
“And then I thought, why not taste it, too? So, I put the head of his penis in my mouth.”
“You did not!”
She nodded her head on the pillow and grinned. “I did! I put it in my mouth and held it there and then let it go. It tasted good. Not bad. Not great. Just good. Then I noticed his penis was getting larger. So, I put it in my mouth again and this time ran my tongue over the head. It felt so weird. Spongy. Jessica, it started to grow! It was so amazing to watch. It transformed. Swelled. Grew longer. His scrotum tightened. I watched it all, fascinated. It was like a whole other living thing.
“I held it in my hand and couldn’t believe how it felt. It was so soft, Jessica. But underneath, it was so hard. Hard so it could fuck women. I knew that. And the heat coming off it. It was like a small furnace! The head of his cock was so much bigger and squishy. I had a hard, hot penis in my hand that could go inside me. And I wanted that, to feel the hardness and heat, but I was too afraid. So I just played with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I stroked it a little. I looked into the little slit at the top and watched clear liquid ooze out. I tasted it. It was slippery and sweet. Not like candy, a different kind of sweet. I loved it. I put dad’s cock into my mouth and sucked on it for the first time. I wanted more of the liquid. His pre-cum. I felt so naughty. But I also felt like a child locked in a toy store. I had complete freedom to do what I wanted. So I sucked him. And licked him.
“After a bit I realised I really liked having a penis in my mouth. Especially my father’s. I felt powerful and hungry. I sucked and sucked.”
“And your dad stayed sleeping?”
“Oh yes, he did. He would moan though and sometimes his hips moved. By his moaning, I could figure out what gave him the most pleasure. I licked his scrotum and he really liked that. Pre-cum was pouring out and I licked it all up. And I kept sucking him and I touched myself.”
“You masturbated while sucking your father’s penis?”
“Yes. I couldn’t help myself. I came a couple of times sucking my father’s penis.”
“Then what happened.”
“He came. Right into my mouth. It surprised me so much. I knew it could do that, of course. But I wasn’t ready for it. I hadn’t thought through to this point. I froze when his cock pulsed hard in my mouth. It spasmed in my hand, lurching like a little animal. He shot his cum deep into my mouth.”
“Oh my God,” I murmured. Her story was turning me on immensely. For a second, I wished I was her and her dad was my son.
“I stayed that way, his cock pulsing and his cum filling my mouth. I kept my lips around his shaft and held it. I didn’t know what to do. I thought of running to the bathroom and spitting it out. But I swallowed it instead. I surprised myself again. A little had already slipped down, and I thought, what’s a little more? So down it went.”
“Jennifer!” I exclaimed, and she grinned at me. “How was it?”
“Bitter. Sweet, too. Sticky. Slimy. I fucking loved it. I don’t know why. I think about that first taste all the time. The best reason I have for swallowing it is I am a woman and cum is meant for me. So, I took it and claimed it.”
I stared at her with admiration. “Jennifer, that is so hot what you just said.”
Jennifer stroked my pussy and felt how wet I was. Her story and her touch had me horny again, and I moaned. “Want me to take care of that?” she smiled.
I hesitated. I did want that. “Sadly, no. Not right now, keep talking, this is hot!”
“Okay. So that was the first time. I cleaned up and then pulled the bed covers over him. And I kissed him good night. Not a daughter kiss. I really kissed him.” Her eyes had a faraway look.
“Had you brushed your teeth?”
“No! Later I realised I had cum swapped with my father. A little bit, anyway.”
“Did he ever find out?”