Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

Once back in my room, I was tempted to celebrate my early-morning triumph by masturbating my already-aroused flesh, but I thought better of it, not wanting to wear myself out so early in the day. While dressing, though, I noticed that I had left my nightclothes balled up on the floor of the bathroom. It would be a good excuse to return and, this time, spy on my father's nakedness.

As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the shower running. The door was unlocked, and when I quietly entered, I was totally unprepared for the sight I beheld. There were glass doors in the shower, and if they weren't fogged with steam, you were able to see inside. Since Daddy was not in the habit of taking a really hot shower, the windows were still clear, affording me an unobstructed view.

Because of the noise the cascading water caused, he didn't hear me enter. And even if the water had not been running, he probably still would not have noticed that he was not alone. It seemed that he'd found the discarded panties from my baby-dolls, had taken them into the shower and was rubbing them on his face. His other hand was frantically jacking-off his monstrous erection. It almost looked like he was sniffing and licking the crotch of my underwear.

I was stunned by what I was seeing. My feet were frozen to the floor, and the only movement I made was the fast one of my hand seeking out the sensitive and now-heated place between my legs. The temptation to strip off my clothes and join him in the shower was overwhelming, but, fortunately, my feet stayed rooted as I remained mesmerized by the activity in front of me. The thought that I should leave flashed through my mind, but, again, I stood where I was, silently watching.

Just then, my father's body trembled, and he fell sideways against the far shower wall. I knew that he had just come and even though I didn't see the thick cream shoot from his beautiful cock, I imagined it spurting deep inside my vaginal canal. My panties were still covering his face, and I decided to leave before he noticed me. I picked up the top part of my baby-dolls, and silently closed the bathroom door behind me. With my legs feeling like rubber, I stumbled back to my room.

I was glad that I had retrieved my garment. When he stepped out of the shower, he would realize that I had returned to get it. He would immediately suspect that I had seen what he was doing. My plan of seduction was working better than I could have ever hoped for. He had seen me nude, and he would probably assume that I had seen his activity in the shower.

Unlike the first time when I had returned after he saw me nude and refused to masturbate, I knew that I was going to be unable to refrain this time. My fresh underwear was already soaked through, and I was more turned on than I could ever remember being before.

I stripped off my jeans and reclined on the bed. I kept my panties on. I figured that I might leave them someplace Daddy might find them, and repeat his actions of the morning. It could only help instill the sexual hint deeper into his mind.

I twisted the thin material of the panty crotch into a tight band, and fed it between my puffy cunt lips. The feel of the material on my clit was almost enough to send me into the tremors of orgasm immediately. Then came a faint knocking at the door.

Before I could acknowledge that I was unable, at that moment, to answer, the door flew open, and my father, once again clad in his pajama bottoms, filled the frame. He had the baby-doll panties in his hand, and was obviously going to give them back to me. There was absolutely nothing I could do except cease whipsawing the sodden underwear crotch back and forth across my pussy-flesh. It was evident that he knew what I was doing because his eyes remained fixed on that area between my legs. He appeared speechless and on the verge of shock. I didn't say a word as I, too, was almost in a state of shock. Anyway, what can you say when your father catches you masturbating, knowing there is a very real possibility that you had just seen him do the same thing?

Although the awkward moment seemed to last for hours, I knew that it was really only a few seconds. My Daddy finally ended it by calmly dropping the garment on the floor, and leaving my room. But before he had gone, I saw that his cock was again growing, tenting the thin material of his pajamas. All I could do was resume what I had been doing before the interruption. My climax was great.

The breakfast-table conversation that Sunday morning was unusually non-existent. I could see that Lonnie was still upset with me, and my father appeared to be in deep thought. Mai tried to get things going, but saw that it was useless and concentrated, instead, on eating. I could tell she suspected that something had happened, but not in her wildest dreams could she accurately guess what it was. I searched my father's face to see if there was any reaction on his part, but other than not returning my gaze, he made it appear that nothing was wrong. I was powerless to do anything. All I could do was weather the storm.

After our very quiet breakfast, we all decided to leave the close confines of the house for the wide-open spaces of our backyard. Daddy and Lonnie spent most of the morning reclining in lawn chairs and reading the Times, while Mai and I halfheartedly tossed around a frisbee.

Nobody seemed to want to talk, and all questions or attempts at conversation with my father and Lonnie were met with one-word answers or simple grunts.

It was only when the frisbee sailed over my head and landed, unseen, in the bushes next door that Mai and I had a chance to talk out of earshot of the men. I quickly told her about the wonderful time that I had had the night before the dance with my father and then my first ass-fuck with Lonnie. I also mentioned the early-morning scenes with my father.

"Oh, that explains why everyone is acting so standoffish this morning. I don't know how your father feels, but I know last night was one of the-all-time-best sexual nights of my life. After you and Lonnie left, following your dance, your father was almost uncontrollable with passion. He just couldn't get enough of me. I truly loved every sucking and fucking moment. Now you've got me wondering if that dance with your daddy might have had a lot to do with it," Mai said, looking at me in a different light.

"Do you really think he might have been turned on by me last night?" I asked.

"Could be," she answered.

"Yeah, I guess it could go a long way in explaining what happened this morning. Now I just have to figure a good way to keep the momentum going. I definitely don't want to screw up what has already been accomplished in so short a time," I replied.

"I agree," Mai stated, "and if we play our cards right, today, we can continue to force the issue. As a matter of fact, Lana, I just might know a way we can keep your father on a sexual edge."

"Oh Mai, tell me," I pleaded, hardly able to control myself.

"Well, I don't have it entirely worked out yet, but if you follow my lead, something just might happen," she explained.

"You know me, Mai, I'm pretty quick on the uptake," I replied excitedly.

"By the way," Mai continued before we walked back to our yard, "don't worry about Lonnie. Once we get this virgin business out of the way and with a little persuasion from me, I'm sure he'll get over his broken heart."

We went back to throwing the frisbee when Mai, for the second time, glided the saucer over my head and into the bushes next door.

"One more thing," she said as she raced me to the toy, "just in case things happen very quickly, today, you might possibly be taking the chance of getting pregnant."

"Oh, Mai," I giggled, "I'd put myself in a life and death situation for a shot at this. If something does happen, we'll pray together."