J. Brown - Homespun Fun

"I guess not." She pointed to his wilted prick. "Is that your pee-pee, Uncle Ken?"

Not knowing how to answer that, he nodded dumbly.

Nancy squinched up her nose. "I don't think I'd want one of those.

Gotta go, now. 'Bye."

Ken was chuckling to himself as he began dressing. Maybe he was all wrong about the girls and what Lynn permitted around the house. If that was all the interest they had in male genitals, he had nothing to worry about. After combing his hair, he headed for the kitchen and a drink.

It was a little after twelve by the time he had his highball made, so he sat down in the front room to await the arrival of Miss Sims. Her sexy voice and Nancy's statement had piqued his interest, and he found himself getting anxious to see what this female looked like. He didn't have long to wait. At precisely twelve-twenty, the door bell rang.

When he answered it, the vision that greeted him took his breath away for a moment. Miss Sims was a petite brunette with large violet eyes set in a face that was absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform that clung tenaciously to a superb figure, along with the standard white stockings and shoes.

"I take it you're Mr. Sheridan," she said, smiling at his quite obvious dumfoundedness. "I'm Miss Sims. May I come in?"

"Absolutely!" He stepped aside and waved her into the living room.

"You're very prompt."

"Thank you. I'll go right in and see Dana."

"Of course. It's through the hall to your…"

"I know," she interrupted him. "I've been here several times. Please excuse me."

Now, that would be a piece of ass and a half, he thought as he watched her disappear into the hallway. Damn!

He resumed his seat and stared thoughtfully out of the front window while he sipped his drink. Miss Sims would be a perfect replacement for Lynn while she was gone, and would also take the pressure off him about the girls. Provided, that is, he could get into her pants.

A good excuse to keep her there for a while was to talk about Dana and her eye problem. With any luck at all, he could at least make a date with her and see what would happen. She seemed to be about thirty, and that was just the right age for a woman to know what it's all about.

He was pondering how to go about it and just what he would say when the nurse returned and he stood up. "How are the eyes coming along?"

She remained standing in the middle of the room, looking at him saucily. "They're just fine. The patches should be able to come off in three or four days. She did ask me a curious question, though, for a girl her age."

"Oh? What?"

"She wanted to know what semen was."

Ken was somewhat abashed by her remark, but took it in stride and didn't let his feelings show, since he didn't know exactly what Dana had said. "Well, Miss Sims, I don't find that so strange. I would assume that to be a natural question to ask a woman in your profession, wouldn't you?"

"Frankly, Mr. Sheridan, I would have thought that…well, your sister is taking care of her in your absence, and since Dana has no mother, she should have explained the facts of life to her."

Partly to find out what Dana had said, and partly to see just what kind of a woman this was, he asked, "Look, if you've got a few minutes, I'd like to talk to you…about Dana. Since you're off, would you care for a drink? Or a cup of coffee?"

A smile played on her lips as she eyed him speculatively. "Thank you. I have some time. If you don't mind, I'd like a drink. It doesn't matter what."

"Wonderful. Sit down, please. I'll be right back."

When he returned with a highball, he found her sitting down with her attractive legs crossed, her dress high on her shapely thighs. He handed her the glass, then dropped into his chair and lit a cigarette while he mentally evaluated the possibilities of getting into her cunt.

She hoisted her glass, took a sip, then said, "Very good. It's just what I needed. Thank you. Mr. Sheridan, please don't misinterpret what I said. No criticism was meant. It's only that fifteen-year-old girls today are for the most part not at all naive or bashful about sex. It merely surprised me that Dana didn't know what sperm was."

"I'd rather you call me Ken. You see, the problem is probably a little deeper than you may realize. I'm an engineer, and because of my particular talents, I have to be gone much of the time, and I'm afraid I haven't guided my daughter as I should."

The corners of her lips turned up in a smile, but there was much more than that in her eyes. "I know, Ken. Dana is very proud of you. She's discussed you many times with me, since Dr. Larson is the family physician and I've seen her often. Check-ups and the like. We've become pretty good friends." She had noticed where Ken's eyes were wandering, and deliberately recrossed her legs seductively. "And, my name is Mary."

He made no effort to avert his eyes, and watched her movements with intense concentration. "At any rate, it's an unusual and sometimes difficult situation at best…Mary. I've told my sister, Lynn, to be very strict with Dana, and I'm afraid she took me seriously, particularly in the matter of sex education."

"I can understand that. Your sister is trying to be protective in that area, and I think that's admirable. However, I've seen many cases where ignorance has resulted in more problems than good instruction. After all, a person, especially a young and attractive girl, should be forewarned of the pitfalls before she falls into them, don't you think?"

Ken mulled that over, then nodded. "Yes, Lynn and I talked this over, and we plan to handle it as soon as we can."

The nurse leaned forward, giving him a view of the tight cleft showing at the top of her dress where her large tits were pressed together. "To be honest, Ken, you'd be doing Dana a service. You have no idea how many girls even younger than Dana come into our office either pregnant or with venereal disease. They get into trouble simply because they don't know what the score is."

Lynn's statements came rushing back to him, and it began to dawn on him that his sister had been totally correct. It was he who had been out of step with what was going on in the world, and it didn't set well. He would have to change his thinking, and as soon as possible.

"You don't think that Dana has…?" He couldn't finish the frightening question.

"No, of course not. But she is a pretty girl with a figure that is going to give boys ideas. My advice is to lay things out for her as soon as you can, and as bluntly as you can."

"And Nancy?"

"The same thing. Don't pull any punches. Medical terms are only used for reports, and don't mean a thing to children. Tell it like it is, as they say."

During the conversation, Ken had been more than a little distracted by the woman's stocking-covered thighs and the swells of her breasts showing above her uniform. His prick had been swelling gradually, sliding down against his thigh and making a bulge in the leg of his slacks. He hadn't realized how apparent it was until she nodded at his crotch, her violet eyes smoky.

"Ken, I believe you're getting an erection. Am I getting to you, or is it the talk?"

He hastily covered his lap, startled by her abrupt comment, and felt his face flush. All he could think of to say in reply was, "You're mistaken, Mary."

"Oh, please, Ken. I'm a nurse remember? I know a hard-on when I see it.

Do you want me? Is that it? Or do you want to go climb into bed with your daughter?"

"You've got it all wrong!" he said sharply, suddenly on the defensive.

"I wasn't thinking anything of the kind."

There was a smoldering expression of lust on her face as she set her drink aside and looked at him. "Nonsense. You're a virile handsome male with all the natural instincts. You're a widower, and you've been gone a long time. I just saw Dana in her gown, and that's enough to turn any male on. Then there's the point about her question."