"You don't have to get naked and lie on the floor with your legs apart. Just slip your hand inside your panties.
She didn't say you couldn't masturbate. You just can't show anything nasty."
"I guess I could do it that way, but you won't see much."
"I'll see where your hand is and know what you're doing. That'll be almost as good."
"Really? I will if you want me to."
"I want you to."
"Let's both masturbate. She didn't say you couldn't show your nasty parts and I can see you're horny."
"You want to see your Daddy's penis, is that what you're saying."
"Yes, can I? Please, pretty please."
"I don't see why not. She can rule over you, but she can't tell me what to do."
"That's right. You're the bread winner. You're the boss. Do you want me to get it out for you?"
"Sure. Help yourself."
Heather attacked his slacks and soon had his mighty little man out in the open and standing tall. She fondled him with both hands, marveling at the feel, texture, and rock-hard softness of the pliable skin. "I've never felt a real dick before. This is neat. I can feel your heart beating-your hard beating, I should say. It looks plenty big to me."
"I wish it were bigger, but it's big enough to always please me."
"It's big enough to please me, too, plenty big. I love the head. It's like a round mushroom. That would feel fantastic inside me."
"Okay, you've had a good look and feel. How about taking care of you, now."
Heather giggled, looked toward the master bedroom, then laid straight beside her father on his left side. She drew the hem of her nightie past her panties, well past, up to her tits, right up to the legal limit of white skin. She then slipped the fingers of her right hand under the waist band and down between her slightly parted legs. They were both staring at the impression her hand made in the crotch of her ruffled panties as she slid her fuck finger through the lips.
The ruffles ruined the effect.
Regular panties would be much better and still satisfy her mother's requirement, so she said, "I'm going to go change into regular panties."
"I'd appreciate that."
"I'll be right back. Don't go away, and don't put that away. I'm not done playing with it. I want to play with it till it pukes."
Jack smiled as his romantic angel went prancing off. Prick puke, he mused. Just like her mother. She wants a long, drawn-out, romantic seduction like Mother Theresa wants a gang bang by a pack of pregnant poodles. That little slut angel wants to be knocked down and fucked silly, rolled over and fucked senseless.
Sue's full of shit.
When she returned, she returned minus the towel.
Before taking her seat, she stood before Jack facing the master bedroom door and said, "Before I start, I want you to see me naked. Would you like that?"
"Of course, but you'd better be careful.
That door could open suddenly. Tabasco between your legs isn't worth the risk, Heather. I have a good imagination. Why don't you just show your tits. The glimpse I got was very intriguing, and I doubt Tabasco would hurt titties."
"Are you sure? I'm willing to take the risk."
"I'm sure. Let's not take unnecessary risks this early on. She is serious, dead serious. She made that quite clear to me while you were changing."
"Okay. Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Heather smiled and drew the nightie up to her armpits, thrusting out her proud, pink-nosed puppies. Jack said, "Oh, Heather, sweetheart, those are the sexiest titties I ever saw."
"Do you really like them? They're not very big."
"They're plenty. Anything more than a handful is wasted, and you have big handfuls. Your nipples are fantastic.
I've never seen prettier nipples, even in magazines."
"I like them, too. They're super sensitive.
Would you like to feel them and suck on them? I'll let you."
"I appreciate that, but I wouldn't want your mother walking in on that scene.
Come on. Get legal, sit down, and masturbate for me. Let's not push your mother too far too soon. It'll upset her enough if she sees me with my dick out and hard."
Heather sat, more of a recline than a sit. With her back on the cushion, her head pushed forward by the sofa back, and her right leg laid over her father's lap, the left hung on the left armrest, Heather was now in a vulgar position with all the legal skin showing and the illegal barely covered. The panties were the briefest she owned, but not as brief as her bikini bottoms.
The nightie was in a bunched roll over her breasts. She was a sight. Jack said,
"If your mother saw you like this, she'd shit."
"Let her shit. No white is showing. If she doesn't like it, she'll have to make a new rule. If she comes out, I won't try to hide. I'll stay just like this, and if I'm masturbating at the time, I won't stop."
"You're asking for trouble, Heather."
"She's the one who said I could masturbate.
She taught me how and said it was normal and healthy. She never said I had to do it in private."
"Yes, but you also know she wouldn't approve of you masturbating right beside me."
"She knows I'm trying to seduce you. I won't deny it from now on. She just said don't get caught doing it.
She didn't say I couldn't try. She didn't say we couldn't touch each other. She just said no part of your body can be in any part of my body. She could have said no touching, but she didn't. As far as I'm concerned, she gave us permission to touch each other.