Val took her secret, incestuous, adolescent sexual encounter to her grave with her. And John had also intended to do the same.
But right now, it was a little bit after 4 o’clock on a sunny Saturday afternoon. And John was standing in front of the vanity, in the main bathroom at his and Jan’s home, with his pants and underwear pulled down around his thighs, as he was stroking himself towards another one of his hard-fought-for orgasms.
Ever since his adolescent clandestine “one-night stand” with his slightly-older twin sister, it had always been very difficult for John to build up his sexual excitement level to a point where it would actually trigger him to orgasm. He assumed that it was just the way that his body was “wired.”
The thought never occurred to John that his orgasmic difficulties might be mentally and emotionally-related, and actually be the direct result of his extremely embarrassing premature ejaculation onto Val’s vulva, that night in his bedroom. And John would have never believed that his continued regular use of Val’s panties as a masturbation aid–coupled with his persistent mental “re-living” of his secret sexual encounter with Val–had only served to exacerbate and extend his “orgasmic build-up” problem. But in John’s case, this was exactly what was happening.
The fact is, that before that “special night” with Val took place, John’s orgasms had always been pretty much “hair-triggered,” just like they are for many young boys.
But be that as it may, this afternoon in the bathroom was no different than any other time that John had ever masturbated as an adult. And John was just thankful for the fact that he was actually capable of achieving an orgasm–even though he always had to struggle to reach that “goal.”
Unfortunately, John’s penis would always “pay the price” for his orgasms, by taking a beating in the process, and getting pretty raw.
This was only made worse by the fact that John’s fully-erect penis was a short one, by almost anyone’s standards. At this point in his life, his boner was just a little under 4 inches long.
However, what John lacked in the “penis” department, he more than made up for in the “testicles” department. John’s balls were quite large, and still capable of producing lots and lots of sperm.
At any rate, this afternoon, John had already been in the bathroom aggressively hand-pumping his penis for nearly 15 minutes, before he finally got to the point where he could feel that he was just about to climax.
And only thing that John was really concerned about at this very moment, was that he didn’t get any sperm on those precious white nylon panties, the crotch of which he had wrapped around the end of his penis.
He pulled the panties away from his well-worn, 57-year-old penis, and gently tossed them onto the vanity countertop, just in time to watch the sperm, as it started to flow out of his piss-hole slit, in little globs.
His sperm used to forcefully squirt out of his penis, way back when he was a much-younger man. But nowadays, despite his comparatively-tame ejaculations, John was very thankful that it still felt just as great as it ever did, for him to ejaculate sperm.
And during a single orgasm, John would always end up ejaculating at least two or three times the amount of semen that an ordinary man his age would normally ejaculate.
While John was in the bathroom “doing his thing,” he had forgotten to turn the amplification level of his hearing aid up high enough. And so he hadn’t heard the knocks at the front door of his house, or Jan’s voice calling out, “Who is it?”
“It’s Lisa, Mom,” the voice called back through the closed front entry door of the house.
Jan had opened the front door, and exchanged the requisite quick hugs and kisses with her daughter, Lisa, who had her 12-year-old son, Alex, in-tow.
It was at this point that John had been on the verge of orgasming.
“I know you weren’t expecting us ’til tomorrow. But I decided to take the day off from work, and drive up today. I hope you don’t mind.” Lisa had said to Jan.
“No, not at all, Sweetie,” Jan had replied, while she was getting a big hug and kiss from Alex.
It was at this point that John had tossed Val’s panties onto the vanity countertop.
“Where’s Dad?” Lisa had asked.
“Oh, I think he went out for a walk, or something,” Jan had replied. “He should be back soon.”
“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude. But it’s a heck of a long drive from Austin to here. And if I don’t go use the restroom right now, I’m gonna pee my pants,” Lisa had said, starting to make a beeline for the main bathroom, while Alex was laughing at his mother’s last remark.
“Come on, Alex,” Jan had said, pulling him by the hand towards the kitchen, “I think Grandma’s got a cookie or two for you here someplace.”
It was at this point that John had let out his old man’s version of a “cum-grunt,” and the sperm was starting to generously flow out of the tip of his penis.
By the time that Lisa reached the bathroom door, she already had the top button on her jeans undone, and the zipper pulled all the way down, so that her fly was wide-open, with her white panties showing through the “V” shape at the front. And her jeans were barely being held in place by her narrow hips and butt.
She threw open the bathroom door, and barged right into the bathroom.
The edge of the door hit John hard on the left hip. And the sheer force of the door pivoted his whole body to the left, as he leaned over and instinctively grabbed his hip with his left hand.
His grimacing face was instantly buried in the crack of a woman’s cleavage.
His first coherent thought was, John, you stupid idiot, you forgot to lock the door!
He immediately assumed that the small breasts on either side of his cheeks belonged to Jan. But then he realized that Jan didn’t wear low-cut blouses anymore.
While his sperm was still flowing out of his penis, and dripping onto the bathroom floor, he thought, Oh my God, it’s not Jan!
“I’m sorry,” Lisa said, slightly leaning over him, “I didn’t know you were–”
John quickly pulled his head up out of Lisa’s cleavage to talk to her. But when he did that, the back of his head caught her square under the chin.
Lisa bit down hard on her tongue, as her head snapped sharply backward, and made her whole back arch. This arching of her back also pushed her pelvic area forward, and Lisa felt something poking her, just above her pubic bone.
John looked down, and saw the head of his penis pressed up against the white triangle-shaped exposed area of Lisa’s panties, at the front of her jeans. And he quickly backed away from her. But not before a substantial amount of sperm had flowed out of his penis, and was now soaking into the material at the front of Lisa’s panties.
“I’m sorry, Lisa,” John apologized, while Lisa still had her eyes closed, and was moving her jaw all around, checking to see if it still worked.
Lisa finally opened her eyes to discover her own father, standing in front of her, naked from the waist down, and with a mildly-pulsating erect penis that was still oozing out little globs of sperm.
She just stood there in shock for a moment, and stared at her dad’s erect dick and balls.
“Well, are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?” John asked, feeling extremely embarrassed. He had the strong urge to cup his hands over his bare genitals to hide them from her view. But he also knew it was ludicrous to do that now, considering the fact that Lisa had already seen everything anyway.
“No, Daddy,” Lisa replied, “I’ve gotta ‘go potty’ right now.”
“What?” John asked a bit too loudly, reaching into his left ear canal to turn up his hearing aid.
“Shhhhh,” Lisa said with her index finger across her pursed lips, “I said, would you please move? I need to ‘go potty’ real bad!”
Then Lisa quickly closed and locked the bathroom door, before heading right past John, and straight for the toilet.
She pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles in one smooth yank, plopped her butt down on the toilet seat, leaned over and placed her elbows on her knees, and the urine immediately started spraying into the toilet bowl underneath her. While she was pissing, she had her face almost parallel to the bathroom floor, and she wasn’t paying any attention to her father at all.
John just quietly stood there a couple feet away from his 36-year-old daughter, Lisa, as he watched her urinate. He knew that his hearing aid was now turned up more than loud enough, because Lisa’s urine splashing into the toilet bowl sounded like a high-pitched Niagara Falls to him. He reached back up into his ear to tweak the hearing aid’s small volume knob, turning it down just a bit.
John thought about how completely different Lisa was from her mother. Jan had never urinated in front of John–at least, not while she was sitting on a toilet. Jan had always insisted on having total privacy in the bathroom. But on the other hand, Jan had never seemed to mind letting John see her squirt during their sexual encounters together. That struck John as being pretty strange behavior on Jan’s part.
John was also intrigued by the fact that Lisa hadn’t said one word to him so far about the situation she had just caught him in. It amazed him that she could be so nonchalant about his very-obvious masturbation and sperm-release.
Lisa urinated for quite a while, because her bladder had been just about as full as it could get. But after she had finished relieving herself, she reached over and grabbed a wad of toilet paper off the roll.
And John saw that Lisa didn’t have one single pubic hair anywhere on her lower abdomen.
Then, instead of wiping herself, Lisa extended her arm towards John, to hand him the toilet paper.
“Daddy, would you please do me the honor of cleaning me up, just like you used to, whenever I peed my pants, back when I was a little girl?”
“Sure, Honey,” John said without even thinking, as he took the wad of toilet paper from her.
Lisa leaned back on the toilet seat and spread her thighs far apart.
And John was just about to start wiping the outermost part of her totally hairless pussy mound, when he realized what he was actually doing, and froze up like a lifeless mannequin.
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