Unspoken Pleasure

“Focus on my mouth and pussy, and then you can have all of my ass on my nineteenth birthday.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” Jenna said. “But, you have a scary dick, so let me get used to it first. You can’t just go shoving it up my butt like I’m a pornstar.”

“You should wear that pink shirt you have that says, ‘Daddy’s Girl,'” I said, “and your yoga shorts that ride halfway up your ass like a pair of panties.”

“Ooh, that would be hot.” Jenna smile-cringed as she looked into the camera. “You know, I told Karen about our plan.”

“About teasing your dad?” I asked, leaning forward. “Everyone’s going to think I’m a fucking pervert.”

“You are a pervert. I’m just a kid.”

“Stop that,” I said. “You’re not a fucking kid.”

“Don’t worry,” Jenna said, “Karen told me a secret too.” Jenna turned around and sat against her dresser, her thighs closed and squishing her pussy lips together but not hiding the start of her slit before it disappeared between her thighs.

“Which was?”

“She caught her uncle jerking off to her!” Jenna said, laughing hard. “Not the older one, but the younger one. The cute one.”

“I don’t know her uncles,” I said.

“He’s ten years older than her,” Jenna said. “It doesn’t matter. One night, she got drunk at a party and came home, but she couldn’t make it upstairs. Her uncle was in the recliner, and she dropped down on the couch with a blanket. During the night, she took off her pants under the blanket, but she woke sometime later with the blanket on the floor and the sound of porn on the TV.”

I laughed, saying, “That’s why you have to mute the porn, even when you don’t want to.”

“Karen only cracked her eyelids open. She didn’t make a big deal about waking up, even when she saw her uncle looking at her while stroking his dick. She realized that he was staring between her legs, at the front of her sheer white thong. I helped her pick out those panties. You can see everything.”

“Why’d she wear them?”

“For Brad,” Jenna said. “She thought she was going to get fucked–he only fingered her–but that’s not the point. When she realized that her uncle had his dick in his hand and that he was staring at her, she spread her farther apart for him.”

“You’d get millions of views if you put that on Pornhub,” I said as my cock thickened with a gradual flow of excitement. I loved the feeling of my shaft stretching forward and outward, plumping up a little at a time and making me feel really big, not that I wasn’t big, but there’s a difference between feeling big and being big.

“Now, she masturbates while thinking about him,” Jenna said. “When she sees him, he makes her blush, and she can’t stop thinking about how excited and nervous he must have been when he jerked off so close to her. She didn’t say it, but you could totes tell that she wants to fuck her uncle.”

“She totes does, does she?” I asked, raising my voice with an over-the-top tone of curiosity.

“Shut up,” Jenna said. “I like that word ‘totes.’ Like, I’m gonna totes suck your dick one day soon, baby.”

“When you use it that way….”

We laughed.

“What should I wear?” Jenna smiled, her lips pulling into a sly curve. “Maybe your mother can lend me her bikini.”

I laughed.

“Your mom looks good, by the way,” Jenna said. “She got the bi-curious side of me wet!”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Save your wetness for your dad.”

“Ew,” Jenna said, laughing. “You want me to fuck my dad.” She laughed harder. “What if teasing him leads to fucking him? Oh my god: What would you do if that happened?”

I laughed and shook my head, unable to come up with something witty to say.

“Wear your yoga shorts and a small T-shirt,” I said as Jenna’s laughter faded away. “Don’t wear your panties or your bra.”

“Of course not.” She bit her lower lip, then reached up to pinch her nipples, uttering a small gasp as she pulled them outward. “Do you want me to play with my fat pussy, Daddy?”

I groaned as Jenna giggled.

“Do you think my father will smell how horny I am if my pussy is all wet for you?” Jenna looked down and spread her legs as she leaned her ass against her dresser. “Do you like my meaty, teen pussy, Daddy?”

“You’re going to get us into trouble,” I said as my cock surged to its full hardness. “You need to get going.”

“Aw,” Jenna pouted. She looked down at her pussy and spanked it hard. “Bad kitty, giving my boyfriend a hard-on.”

I laughed, and my laughter ended in a groan as I thought about pulling my dick out and giving Jenna a show.

“This better work soon,” Jenna said, grabbing her clothes. “If Dad doesn’t tell me to fuck you by Friday, then we’re fucking on Saturday no matter what.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, the word rushing out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” I said, unable to stop myself again.

“Okay. I’ll call you tonight to tell you what happens.” Jenna walked to the phone, puckered her lips, and blew me a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you,” I said and disconnected the call.

Why had I promised her that we’d fuck on Saturday? Why had I promised my mother that I wouldn’t fuck Jenna as long as Mom gave herself to me? Why-why-why?

Because the women you love most are promising you their pussies, that’s why!

I could always count on my little head to reason things out for me. I looked at my clock. It was only six in the evening–on Wednesday–which gave me a few days to figure out how I was going to keep my promise to Jenna come Saturday. I thought about it until my hard-on went down. As I studied my dick through my pants as it lay on my sack, I thought, Am I bigger than Dad? I wanted to be. Thinking about giving my mother something that she’d never experienced before gave me a sick, shameful thrill that made my knob tingle.

I had to stop thinking about sex for one damn minute. It was about dinner time. I sniffed the air, but through my door, I couldn’t smell anything cooking. Rising from my bed with food instead of pussy on my mind, I changed into my long, cotton workout shorts minus my boxer briefs and a tight, form-fitting T-shirt. As my cock dangled in my shorts without the tightness of my boxers to keep it in place, I thought about Mom, which led to thoughts of pussy that quickly overwhelmed my thoughts of food.

I grabbed my phone, tapped the screen to Mom’s number, and texted, Did you remember not to wear your panties tonight? I stared at the screen, waiting, my mind focused on the screen and my heartbeat singing at a steady pace.

Yes, Mom texted me less than a minute later. Come downstairs if you’re hungry.

For food, pussy, or both?

I headed downstairs, leaving my phone behind and smelling the warm scent of dinner once I reached the top of the stairs. Spices and herbs and cooking meat from the kitchen filled my nostrils. There was nothing quite like my mother’s cooking. I don’t think I had ever had that thought before without someone asking me first–it’s amazing how much more I could appreciate a woman when she was giving her pussy to me.

“Hey, Dad,” I said as I entered the foyer and looked into the living room. Dad sat on his couch with a rocks glass of whiskey in his hand. Oh, no. “You’re not taking a sleeping pill today?” I nodded at his glass of liquor.