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I met Lisa when I was twenty-two and it was love at first sight for me.  I had broken my ankle in a mountain biking accident and she was the nurse who helped put the cast on for me.  She was blond, gorgeous and had a captivating personality.  I loved her despite the fact that she was a widow who was five years older than me and had a ten-year-old daughter, Jackie. 

Lisa had become pregnant with Jackie when she was sixteen. She had married her rich college boyfriend rather than give up Jackie.  A few years later her husband died of a drug overdose. Lisa wanted to ensure that Jackie did not make the same mistakes in life that she did. She felt that it was important to model a conservative approach to sexuality and relationships. Lisa dressed modestly whenever she went out in public and only purchased modest outfits for Jackie.  We never had sex at Lisa's house and always kept our physical affections muted in front of Jackie.  We also decided not to live together until we got married so that Jackie would get the ‘right message’ about the importance of commitment before sex. 

When we got married two years later, I learned that Lisa was very liberal in the privacy of our home.  She walked around naked or semi-naked in front of Jackie and did not seem bothered when Jackie saw me naked.  On cold winter days, we would all have a sauna together completely naked.  I was uncomfortable at first, however, Lisa insisted that nakedness in families was normal, so I got used to it.

Lisa often left the bedroom door open when we made love, saying that she had nothing to hide from Jackie because sex was a normal and healthy part of a marriage.

We had been married for two years and Jackie had recently turned fourteen when tragedy struck.  Lisa told me that she had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of brain cancer.  The doctors planned an aggressive treatment plan that included brain surgery, followed by Chemo, but even with all the treatment, she was unlikely to survive for more than a year.  Lisa was scheduled for the surgery a week later.

On the morning of the surgery, Lisa gave me a stack of letters addressed to Jackie.  She asked me to give the letters to Jackie on her birthdays if something went wrong in the surgery.

We kissed Lisa before they wheeled her away on the gurney.  That was the last time we saw her alive.  There was a complication late in the surgery and Lisa died on the operating table.

We were devastated.  Jackie and I cried together for weeks on end as we tried to process the absurdity of Lisa’s sudden death.  Jackie slept on Lisa’s side of the bed for weeks and refused to even consider going back to her own bed.

Lisa named me Jackie’s guardian and made it clear that she wanted me to be responsible for Jackie.  There was a letter addressed to Lisa’s parents where she explained her wishes to them.  Lisa parents had talked about getting custody of Jackie, but Lisa’s letter put an end to those discussions.

Lisa had written a letter to me in which she asked me to take care of Jackie and to continue raising her with Lisa’s values.

Time passed and Jackie and I learned to live a life without Lisa. Eventually, the sorrow started to fade as we worked through our grief. 

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When Jackie turned sixteen we started the day with breakfast and then I gave her Lisa’s sixteenth birthday letter. I took her shopping for a new outfit that she wanted to wear on her birthday date. Lisa had always taken Jackie out to dinner on her birthday. When Lisa died, I kept the tradition going. I took a vacation day and she skipped school so that we could do stuff together on her birthday.

Jackie chose an elegant black cocktail dress that kept to our rules of modesty but still made her look stunning. The hem of the dress was knee length and the neckline was high enough that no cleavage showed. The form hugging dress, however, displayed Jackie’s maturing figure superbly. The lack of cleavage seemed to emphasize her size B boobs which seemed to be growing week by week.

“Do you like this one Daddy?” Jackie asked. “I feel so grown up in it.”

I hesitate and almost vetoed the choice as I felt it made her look too sexy. Jackie looked a lot like her mother. She had the same golden blond hair and creamy complexion as Lisa. I thought Jackie’s face was slightly prettier than Lisa’s and she had a little bit more shape to her ass than Lisa did. Her narrow waist combined with her shapely ass and growing tits created a natural sex appeal that was hard to hide. I realised that once you added Jackie’s gorgeous hair and beautiful face to the picture she was going to turn heads no matter what she wore.

"I do," I eventually answered.

Sensing my reservation, Jackie said, "Do you really like it? You don't seem sure."

"Yes, I do, you look very beautiful. I was just thinking about how much you have grown up. You look so much like your mother now."

Jackie beamed at the compliment, "Thanks, dad. I think I'll take it."

That night Jackie was spectacular. Light makeup accentuated her blue eyes and highlighted her full lips. She added a pair of black high heels and a red handbag to the dress to complete a simple but breathtaking outfit that made her look much older than sixteen.

"Wow," I said, as she walked down the stairs. "Who are you trying to impress and what have you done with my little girl?"

She laughed at my joke, "I'm only trying to impress you. You look very handsome."

I had dressed smart casual for dinner but still felt a little underdressed when I compared myself to Jackie.

Jackie still held my hand sometimes and she chose to hold my hand as we walked from the car into the restaurant. The waitress quickly found my reservation and guided us to our table.

As we were being seated the waitress asked, “Are you celebrating a special occasion?”

“Yes, we are,” I answered. “It’s Jackie’s birthday today.”

“That’s wonderful,” The waitress smiled at Jackie. “How old are you? Or is that too rude to ask?”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Jackie smiled back at the waitress. “How old do you think I am?”

The waitress hesitated a moment, glanced at Jackie’s outfit, and then answered, “I’m not sure, Hmm. I’d say you’re about twenty-one.”

Without skipping a beat Jackie said, “Wow, you are good. I’m twenty today.”

“Congratulations,” the waitress said, “I hope you have a wonderful night.”

“Thank you.”

Turning to me the waitress asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure, I’ll have a glass of Malbec.”

“How about you?” The waitress asked Jackie.

Jackie tried her luck and said, “I’ll have the same.”

Jackie knew she had me in a bind. She was not allowed to drink alcohol at home and certainly would not be allowed to order alcohol in a restaurant. The legal drinking age in Canada is nineteen, and by letting the waitress believe that she was twenty, I was being placed on the spot. Do I let her order the wine, or do I embarrass her and reveal that she had lied to the waitress?

I let Jackie get away with the order, as it was her birthday and I did not want to embarrass her. I would confiscate the wine once it arrived and drink it myself.

When the waitress left, Jackie gushed at me, “She thinks I’m twenty-one. I’ve never had someone think I’m that old before. What’s Malbec?”

“Malbec is a type of red wine and you should not have ordered it,” I answered, feeling irritated.

“Oh good, “Jackie exclaimed, “I hoped that it was wine, I’ve been wanting to taste wine for a while now, but mom always said that I had to be sixteen before I could have alcohol.”

By mentioning Lisa, Jackie had effectively trumped all of my authority on the matter. Lisa’s letters outlined a number of requests and rules that Lisa wished for Jackie’s life. This sounded exactly like something Lisa would have specified in a letter.

“I think you’ll have to show me these letters someday,” I responded grumpily.

“I can’t,” she said seriously, “It is full of girl stuff, but I suppose I could show you the lines that talk about drinking alcohol.”

“It’s okay,” I conceded, “I trust you. I’m sure you would not lie about mom’s letters.”

I excused myself and went to the washroom. When I returned there were two glasses of wine on the table.

Jackie was looking very pleased with herself. “Guess what the waitress thinks?”

Before taking a sip of wine, I said, “I have no idea.”

“She thinks that you’re my boyfriend!”

I nearly choked on the wine, “Why does she think that?”

“She asked me how long we had been dating.” Jackie was loving the reaction I was having to her story.

“I hope you told her I’m your father,” I said seriously.

Jackie laughed at my discomfort, “You’re my guardian, not my father.”

“It’s the same thing. What did you say?” I said with some exasperation.

“I told her we had been dating for six months. She said we were suited to each other and made a very nice couple.”

“Jackie, you can’t do that, even if it is a joke,” I explained. “I could get into serious trouble if someone who knows us believed what you said.”

“Why would you get into trouble?” Jackie asked with concern. “You aren’t really my father. We don’t even have the same last name.”

Lisa had decided that Jackie would keep her real father’s name when we got married.

“That’s true,” I conceded, “but I’m your guardian and that makes it illegal for me to be in a relationship with you.”

Jackie seemed to be genuinely upset as she continued to argue the point, “That’s stupid. Does that mean if we fell in love one day that we would not be able to get married?”

“Well in that hypothetical situation, I would stop being your guardian once you turned eighteen and then we would be two normal people, free to do anything we wanted.”

Jackie seemed to relax and said, “Oh, that makes sense.”

I wondered if Jackie had some fantasy that we could one day have a romantic relationship. I decided to burst that bubble if it existed. “Legally it would be okay, but socially it would not. In today’s society, it would not be accepted at all. Your grandparents, my friends, your friends, and everyone else would be opposed to it.”

“I’m sorry,” Jackie said on the verge of tears. “I didn’t think that I could get you into trouble. I just wanted to pretend that I was on a real date.”

I felt bad for her. “Don’t worry about tonight. We will never see this waitress again and I don’t mind you having some fun, especially tonight. What do you think of the wine?”

“I haven’t tried it yet,” Jackie said. She took a small sip and grimaced. “That tastes terrible! Why on earth would you want to drink that?”

I laughed, “It is an acquired taste and not everybody likes wine. I like the sour taste.”

The waitress arrived to take our order. Jackie took another sip of wine. Over our meal, we discussed Jackie’s learner licence test that she planned to take soon. I also got caught up on all of the gossip relating to her school friends. Jackie kept on sipping her wine through the meal and had completed about three-quarters of the glass at the end of the main meal.

After dinner, the nature of the conversation became more serious. Jackie told me about her friend Shelly, who had sent a topless picture of herself to her boyfriend. He had shared the picture with some of his friends, who had then forwarded it on to others. Soon the whole school had seen the picture and now everybody was calling Shelly a slut.

“I really hate the boys at my school,” Jackie said. “They’re all big jerks. Shelly thought that Sam loved her, but he only wanted to prove to his friends that he had sex with Shelly.”

“Teenage boys can be jerks,” I agreed with her, “A lot of boys will do and say anything to have sex with a girl. The more girls a boy has sex with, the more esteem he gets from his friends, so he will brag about each conquest. It is the opposite for a girl. If a girl sleeps around, she will be called a slut and she loses respect.”

“That’s not fair,” Jackie complained.

“No, it’s not. But it is a fact of life. That is why mom insisted on you dressing modestly because even wearing sexy, revealing clothes can get you labeled a slut.”

"Yes, I know, mom explained it in her letters. She also explained how sex worked and how to have safe sex using a condom. She said I should wait until I was at least sixteen and a whole lot of other stuff, like taking the pill.”

“That’s good,” I said, “I’m glad I did not have to explain any of that to you.”

Jackie smiled at my admission, “Her letter did not explain what jerks boys are. She did not tell me that I would not want to have sex with any of them, and if I did have sex with one, I would be labeled a tramp.”

The wine had certainly loosened Jackie’s tongue as we had never spoken openly about sex before.

I decided to try and give some parental advice, “One day you will meet a boy that you really like and you’ll want to have sex with him. No matter how badly you want to sleep with him or how much he pressures you, you should only sleep with him after months. That way no one will call you a slut. If he only wants you for sex, then he will move on before the three months are up.”

“Mom explained that, but that means I’m going to be a virgin for years to come. I can’t see any of the boys I know waiting three months.”

“I think you are exaggerating,” I said. “But even if you do wait years. Making love to someone who loves you will be so much better than meaningless sex with someone who does not respect you.”

“But I really want to have sex! I’ve waited until I turned sixteen, but now that I’m sixteen, all of my options have dried up. I’ve wanted to have sex ever since you married Mom. I could overhear you and Mom doing it and she always sounded so happy. Sometimes when you left the door open I would sneak out and watch Moms face. She always had an expression of pure joy on her face.”

I sat in stunned silence not sure what to say. The truth seemed the best option. “What your mother and I had was special. We loved each other and placed the others needs above our own. Our lovemaking reflected our love for each other.”

“I want that! I want to feel what Mom felt. I thought that you would be able to teach me about sex because we are not related. Mom said in her letter that once I turned sixteen, I could ask you anything about sex.” Her lower lip started to quiver and tears appeared in her eyes. “I don’t think Mom understood the whole guardianship thing.”

“I don’t think Mom meant that I would teach you by having sex with you,” I said. “I’m sure she meant that you could ask me anything and I would explain it.”

My final correction was too much for Jackie and she started crying. I called for the check and then put my arms around her and held her until she stopped crying. Jackie fell asleep in the car on the way home.

That night I lay awake for a long time thinking about what Jackie had said. I knew that the wine was a contributor to the confession, however, I believed that she had told me the truth. I worried that I had been too harsh when I had chosen to put an end to her fantasy. I could have been gentler with her, and I hoped that I did not damage our relationship too much. We had a good relationship built on respect and genuine friendship. She was a great companion and could speak intelligently on most subjects. We got on well, she mostly obeyed the house rules and did her fair share of chores.

After exhausting all of the emotional aspects of our conversation my mind to thoughts of a more devious nature. I had always thought of Jackie as my daughter, and in my mind, any kind of sexual thoughts about her was strictly off limits. I had seen her naked on a number of occasions and once in a while we still shared a sauna together after spending the day skiing. It was a natural nonsexual kind of nakedness that often happens in families. Lisa had encouraged it while she was alive and we had continued it to a lesser extent after she had died.

I realised that Jackie’s confession had irreversibly changed the way I thought about her. In my mind’s eye, she had always been the cute ten-year-old girl that I had met when Lisa and I had first started dating. My image of Jackie had changed. I realised that she had grown up before my eyes into a young sexual woman. As hard as tried not to think about it I wondered if Jackie fantasised about me. Did she imagine me doing all the things to her, that used to do to Lisa?

It had nearly been two years since Lisa’s death and I hadn’t thought of dating another woman. Whenever my sexual need got too great, I would fantasise about making love to Lisa. I would cum to a variety of favourite memories, but then I would get depressed, knowing that I would never make love to Lisa again.

I started thinking about how sexy Jackie looked in her black dress. The form hugging material had really emphasized her lively tits and slim waist. Her high heels had given her calves a nice shape, and her ass cheeks had slid nicely from side to side under the black material as she walked. My cock started to harden. I didn’t remember seeing any panty line. I put my hand on my cock and started stroking up and down, surprised to feel pre-cum already coating my cock-head. Maybe she did not wear any panties in the hope that I would bring her home, lift up her dress, and slide my big cock into her wet, virgin cunt. I stroked faster as I imagined forcing my cock into her tight, virgin pussy, taking her maidenhead. Almost immediately cum burst out of my cock in a violent orgasm. My body shuddered as waves of pleasure reverberated throughout my body with each burst of cum.

The raw lust that had consumed my mind was replaced by guilt as my orgasm receded. I felt that I was somehow betraying Lisa by fantasising about another woman. The fact that the other woman was Lisa’s own daughter just made my guilt worse.

As I cleaned up I realised that my guilt was unreasonable. My body was clearly ready to move on, why else would I have had such a rapid and intense orgasm fantasising over Jackie? Jackie was obviously a convenient target for my repressed sexual desires and her confession to me had been the perfect catalyst to release my pent up frustrations. It was time for me to start dating again, some real sex would be good for me. Satisfied that I had a reasonable non-perverted reason for fantasising about Jackie I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of Jackie making breakfast in the kitchen. It was Saturday morning and I had slept later than usual. I remembered that we had planned to go skiing at Grouse Mountain. It was the first day of the new season and we were both eager to ski again.

While getting dressed, I decided that I would create a profile on a few dating sites. It was time to get the ball rolling on the next chapter of my life. I walked into the kitchen to see what Jackie was cooking.

Jackie smiled when she saw me and said, “Good morning. Eggs and toast will be ready in a few minutes. Orange juice is on the table.”

“Thanks, do you need help with anything?” I asked.

“No, just relax, I’ll be done soon.”

I sat at the kitchen table and watched Jackie prepare breakfast. She was wearing her old pink cotton night robe. The robe had certainly seen better days. think Lisa had bought it for Jackie when she was about thirteen and it was now three or four sizes too small for Jackie. When the robe was new, it was already short, covering about two-thirds of her thigh. Now the robe was scandalous, it only just covered her ass with about an inch to spare and did a very poor job of concealing Jackie’s tits. She had a newer robe that fitted her well but she still wore this one sometimes. This had not been a problem before as the occasional flash of panties, or a boob sticking out more than it should, created no excitement or embarrassment.

This morning I found the robe very distracting. Before I had seen Jackie but not noticed her. Where had those long smooth waxed legs come from? I felt a naughty thrill every time her robe slid up over her ass exposing bare cheeks and just the hint of a black thong. When had she started wearing a thong? I was delighted that she was not wearing a nightshirt under the robe. The robe was cinched at the waist and left about a quarter of each boob exposed. Before I had just seen a boob. Now I saw raw temptation with smooth, creamy, roundness that jiggled ever so slightly as she moved. Why had she tied the gown so tightly? Didn’t she know I wanted to see more?

With a start, I recognised how far my thoughts had degraded and I mentally pulled myself out of the gutter. I had a significant problem on my hands. How was I going to stop seeing Jackie as a sexual object? For starters, the robe had to go.

“Jackie,” I said, “Don’t you think that robe is too small for you now?”

Jackie set the plates on the table and then looked at the robe. “I know its small daddy, but I can’t throw it out. It is one of the last things that mom bought me that I can still wear. Besides I only ever wear it when it’s just the two of us.”

“Oh, Okay,” I said. “I didn’t realise it had such sentimental value to you.”

Our conversation moved on to the skiing we were planning for the day.

Later that afternoon we returned early from the ski hill feeling quite miserable. It had started raining lightly at midday. Being the first day of the season we had decided to continue skiing. We eventually gave up at three in the afternoon because we were both soaked to the bone. We were also out of shape and felt quite exhausted after four hours of skiing.

I was looking forward to having a nice hot sauna to relax and heat up, but I did not want Jackie to join me. I was not sure how I would react if she was naked next to me right now. Maybe I could trick Jackie into having a bath instead of joining me in the sauna.

“I’m freezing,” I said, “I think a hot bath sounds good. Do you want to have one?”

“That does sound good,” Jackie agreed, “I can’t make up my mind between a sauna and a bath. What are you going to do?”

“The sauna will take about ten minutes to heat up, so I think I’ll have a bath.”

“True,” she said. “I’ll have a bath too.”

I waited for Jackie to start running her bath water and then I headed down to the sauna and turned it on. I waited a few minutes and then grabbed a towel, stripped, and walked into the sauna. I poured some water on the hot rocks and then relaxed in the steamy heat. A few minutes later the sauna door opened and Jackie stood there wearing her pink night robe.

“Hey! That’s unfair,” Jackie said. “I thought you were having a bath.”

“I changed my mind,” I lied. “I knew you were already running your bath, so I didn’t call you.”

Jackie laughed, “I thought you were having a bath too. So I suppose that makes us even.”

I averted my eyes as Jackie took the robe off, tossed it out the door, and sat next to me on the wooden bench.

Jackie sighed in contentment, “Hmmm, the heat feels so good. I was so cold on the mountain that my teeth were chattering. I’m never skiing in the rain again.”

The whole day Jackie had acted as though our conversation from the night before had never happened. If she could put the conversation behind her, so could I. I relaxed and let myself ignore the fact that she was naked. It was not sexual and nothing would come of it. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sauna. We sat in silence for about five minutes.

I was just feeling the first bead of sweat forming on my forehead when Jackie spoke, “I know you said last night that you can’t have sex with me because of the guardian thing, but Mom did say that you would answer any questions I had. Can I ask you some questions about sex?”

I couldn’t think of a way to say no, “Okay, what do you want to know?”

Jackie took a deep breath. “Stacey told me that when a boy’s penis gets big it means he wants to have sex. Your penis has gotten bigger while we have been sitting here, does that mean you want to have sex?”

I looked at my limp cock and laughed. “No, sweetie. What Stacey said is true, but it’ll be a lot bigger than it is right now, and it’ll also be much harder. I was just cold earlier which caused it to get smaller. I've warmed up now and it's returned to its normal size."

Jackie was pleased with my candid answer. "Really? How much bigger does it get?"

I couldn’t believe that she had not seen a hard cock before. She must have watched some porn and she had also watched Lisa and me fucking.

"Haven't you seen pictures of a hard cock before?" Realising I had used a crude word, I corrected myself, "Sorry, I mean penis."

She giggled at my mistake. "It's okay. I'm sixteen now and we can call it a cock. Stacey also calls it a cock. I haven’t seen any pictures. I don't want to see any porn before I lose my virginity."

I didn’t really believe that, but I decided to take it at face value. "Right now my cock is about three inches long. When it is hard it will get thicker and more than double in length."

"Wow," she said. "That's so big. Are all men that big?"

I was shocked at how natural the conversation felt and it felt good helping her grow up.

"I'm average," I answered. "Some of the largest cocks would be nine inches long. Three times the size I'm now."

Jackie shuddered and said, "That's terrible. My vagina is so small. I don't think you’re cock would fit in the size it is right now. There is no way it would fit if it got twice as big. I can barely even fit my finger inside."

Jackie pushed her butt forward, opened her legs and moved her hand to her pussy. "Look."

She started pushing her finger between her smooth pussy lips.

"No! Don't do that," I exclaimed. "You don't have to show me."

"Why not? You need to see." Jackie continued pushing her finger in until it stopped between her first and second knuckle. "That's as far as it goes. I think I'm deformed and need to see a doctor."

She must be pulling my leg I thought. There is no way she could be that naive.

I ignored the finger in her pussy and said, "It's only that small because you’re a virgin. Your hymen is stopping your finger. Once you have sex for the first time, your hymen will break, and your vagina will stretch enough to easily fit my cock inside."

"That's a relief, I thought there was something wrong with me." She pulled her finger out. Then with a mischievous grin, she said, "I thought you're not allowed to put your cock in me."

"I'm not," I said.

"But you just said that when you take my virginity your cock will fit inside me easily."

I replayed my words and recognised my Freudian slip. "Oh, I meant to say a cock like mine."

She giggled at my discomfort, "I know what you meant. I couldn't resist teasing you.”

I laughed and said, "You're a bad young lady, bad to the bone."

Jackie laughed happily and then leaned against my shoulder.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I replied.

Jackie snuggled in a bit closer, slipped her arm through mine and held my hand. This was her go to position whenever she snuggled with me on the couch watching TV. It was a comfortable position with clothes on. Without clothes, it was distracting.

Her warm full fit was pressing against my bicep, and it felt good. From this close, I could see the fine blond hairs on the top part of her boob. I could see each dimple of her pink areola and the tiny irregularities of her nipple. Her nipple was about the size of my pinkie nail and protruded slightly from her areola. Each boob was about the size of an orange and they were pressed together creating a nice cleavage.

Jackie held my hand on her lower stomach and the tip of my pinkie finger was just touching her soft golden pubic hair. Jackie's legs were slightly open and I could see the slightest hint of her pink clit sticking out between the folds of her pussy lips.

I needed to concentrate on something else because I could feel my cock starting to swell. I looked at the wood paneling directly in front of me and started counting the grains of wood. The distraction worked and I felt my horniness start to subside.

Jackie broke the silence and asked, "Do you still miss Mom?"

"I miss her every day,” I said. “I will miss her for the rest of my life."

"Me too," she said. "What do you miss most about her? I bet it is the sex. You guys used to have a lot of sex."

"Yes I miss the sex, but that is not what I miss the most. What I really miss is being able to talk to her. She was my best friend and I've lost my best friend."

Jackie almost whispered, “I miss her kissing me goodnight and tucking me into bed."

A few moments of silence passed as we thought about Lisa.

"What did mom like most when you had sex with her?"

"Jackie, I think that is too personal. I'm happy to answer questions about sex, but I'm not going answer questions about my sex life or Mom's."

"Please, dad. I really want to know more about Mom."

Jackie seemed so earnest that I found myself giving in. I decided to hold nothing back. It would either satisfy her curiosity or embarrass her enough to stop.

"Okay. I think mom enjoyed most of the things we did when we had sex, except the anal. I know that she loved oral sex the most. Do you know what oral sex is?"

"I think so," Jackie answered. "That's when you use your mouth to suck a cock. The guys at school call it a blowjob. Why did mom like doing that?"

"Mom did enjoy giving me a blowjob, but that is not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about when a guy licks a girl’s pussy. Mom really loved it when I used my mouth to suck her nipples and pussy."

Jackie’s voice was a little huskier, "I didn’t know that boys did that. I've only heard of lesbians doing that."

"No, men also do it. It was one of my favourite things that I did with mom."

"What was your favourite?"

Jackie was clearly getting turned on by this conversation. Her nipples were now hard little nubs that stuck out proudly from the top of her breasts.

"My favorite was the feeling of Mom's pussy. I loved it when we came together."

"I think I saw that once, just before mom got sick," Jackie confessed. "Mom was on top of you but she was facing the bedroom door so I could see her face. She cried out that she was going to cum and then you both groaned loudly and stopped moving. You both looked so happy. That was the first time I wished I was in mom's place."

I felt my resistance crumbling, it would be so easy to have my way with Jackie. I held true, resisted temptation and said, "That can't happen, Jackie."

Jackie seemed ready to cry again, "It could happen. No one would know. Mom told me to start taking the pill so you can't make me pregnant. You just don't want me. You must think that I'm ugly."

With that last sentence, her self-pity overwhelmed her and she started to cry. My heart broke for her and I put my arms around her. "You're not ugly. You're even more beautiful than your mom. I'm truly tempted to make love to you, but it is not the right thing to do. I worry that one day when you are older you would regret it and be really angry with me."

Jackie rested her head on my chest as she brought her tears under control and processed what I had said. "Why would I be angry with you?"

"Well, one day you could fall in love with someone else and wish that you had kept your virginity for him. You might think that I took advantage of you and hate me for it. I love you Jackie and I don't want to do anything that could take you away from me."

"I think I understand. I love you too, if I thought something would take you away from me, I wouldn't want to do it either. I won't ask you to have sex with me again." Jackie paused for a few moments gathering her thoughts. "Will you at least teach me some of the other stuff?"

My resolve was weakening so I accepted Jackie’s compromise without thinking it through properly. "As long as it does not involve us having sex, I'm happy to teach you anything. What kind of 'other stuff' were you thinking about?"

Jackie seemed unsure of herself. "I don't know... would it be ok if I... could I look at your cock?"

I laughed, "You've been looking at it for the last ten minutes, so go ahead."

"I want to see it up close, is that okay?" Jackie asked.

“Sure, sweetie. Go ahead.”

Jackie kneeled in front of me and pushed my knees apart to get a closer look. The conversation of the last few minutes had had its effects on my cock. It was now about five inches long and still fairly soft. In its semi-erect state is was pointing directly at Jackie. My foreskin had pulled back a little exposing the tip of my crown.

“It’s bigger than it was before,” she observed matter of fact. “I thought you didn’t want to have sex?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex, we can’t. All the talk about making love to Mom has made me a little excited. That is why I’m a little bigger.”

“Oh, okay,” she said.

She tried to look at my balls but my semi-hard cock was blocking her view. Without asking, Jackie moved my cock to the side using her fingertips. It was an innocent touch, meant to improve her view, so I didn’t say anything.

After spending a few moments satisfying her curiosity Jackie let my cock move back into its natural position. She then grabbed my cock just below the head, with her thumb and fingers and gave it a little squeeze.

“It feels soft,” Jackie said.

“That’s because it is soft,” I said. “If I was fully aroused it would be much harder. Stop touching it now.”

Jackie dismissed my request, “I’m not done looking yet.” Jackie pulled gently downwards, my foreskin pulled back and exposed my crown.

“That is so cool,” Jackie said in wonder. Jackie moved her fingers upwards and my foreskin covered my crown. She moved them down exposing my crown again. “Now you see me.” Moved back up. “Now you don’t.” She laughed. “That’s so funny.” She then quickly repeated the movement several times. “See me, don’t, see me, don’t, see me, do-“

I grabbed her hand and stopped her, “Don’t do that.”

My cock had responded to her stimulation and was now rapidly expanding.

“It’s getting bigger!” Jackie said excitedly. “Is that because of what I was doing?

“Yes, it is very sensitive and responds quickly to that kind of touching. You need to stop touching it,” I said.

“Okay, no more touching,” Jackie promised.

Jackie then decided that she wanted to see my cock from above and moved her head over the top of my cock. Her head obscured my view of my cock and I could feel her hot breath on my cock as she looked down from above. My ever hopeful cock wanted more and I could feel it expanding even more.

“It’s still getting bigger,” she said, “and I’m not touching it!”

“I’m sorry,” I apologised, “this whole situation is just so hot, I can’t help myself.” My cock twitched as if to emphasize the point. It now pointed straight up, almost completely hard. “I think you’ve seen enough, we should stop.”

”No way. This is great, I wanted to see it get bigger.”

I felt her hot breath on my cock again and a moment later I felt wet warmth engulf my cock as Jackie sucked my cock into her mouth. Her tongue caressed my crown as I slid into the back of her mouth. When I hit the back of her throat she instinctively slid back up a couple of inches and then sucked me back in.

“What are you doin-… Oh fuck… That feels so good,” I groaned. Jackie wrapped her hand around the base of my cock as she continued bobbing her head up and down my cock. This was so wrong but I wanted it so badly. “Angel, this is wrong, you must stop.” There was so little conviction in my voice that I almost whispered it. I put my hands on the side of her head, but instead of pushing her away, I encouraged her to take more of my cock into her mouth. “Don’t stop! Your mouth feels so good! Please don’t stop.” Jackie smiled at me with her eyes when I started begging her not to stop.

She was a natural and instinctively kept her teeth away from my cock. Her lips, tongue and back of her mouth worked in unison to maintain suction and maximum contact. I held my climax back for as long as I could, not wanting the moment to end. She had only been sucking for five minutes when I lost control. My balls tightened and knew I was moments away from cumming.

“Stop, I’m about to cum,” I warned her. I tried to push her head off my cock, but she resisted and carried on sucking.

“Ughhh…” I groaned. “I’m cumming!” My body tensed as pleasure radiated outwards from my groin. Jackie’s eyes widened as I ejaculated into the back of her throat. She took the first two spurts of cum in her mouth before pulling back. The third and fourth spurts hit her face before she managed to direct the rest onto my stomach.

Jackie was not sure what to do with the cum in her mouth. She did not seem disgusted, just curious. She swirled it around her tongue for a few moments and then swallowed it.

“Is it okay to swallow?” she asked. “I mean, it won’t make me sick will it?”

“No, it’s perfectly safe to swallow,” I assured her.

“Oh good, I didn’t want to spit it out because that would have been gross. It’s a little bit slimy but I like the taste.” Jackie used her towel to clean her face. “I hope you’re not mad at me. When I saw how big your cock was getting I knew that you wanted me to suck it, but if I asked, you would have had to say no.” She then batted her eyelids at me and used her most coy expression, “Do you forgive me, daddy?”

I laughed. “You are such a naughty girl Jackie, I don’t know whether I should punish you or kiss you.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Jackie said. She sat on my lap and put her arms around my neck. “You should kiss me.”

I laughed again and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. “Now off you get, young lady. We need to make some dinner.”

Jackie did not budge. “You’re not going anywhere until I get a kiss on my lips.”

This time I obliged and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Her soft lips parted slightly as I kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I took her lower lip between mine and she responded by opening her mouth wider, inviting my tongue in. Our tongues caressed and explored. I broke contact and kissed her neck just below her ear, sucking softly as I kissed. I nibbled her ear lobe and breathed softly in her ear. Jackie wrapped her arms around me and held me tight, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her hard nipples pressed into my skin reminding me that there was still so much to explore.

My hand slid over her virgin breast. Soft and firm. I gently massaged her full flesh being careful not to touch her nipple. I traced a line of kisses down Jackie’s neck towards her breast. Jackie anticipated where I was going and tried to hurry me by pushing my head towards her boob. My lips reached their destination and started kissing her breasts for the first time. I lingered, kissing and sucking my way slowly around her breast, but avoiding her still virgin nipple.

“Ohhh…” Jackie groaned in frustration. “You’re killing me. Suck my nipple already… Please!!”

Satisfied that Jackie’s anticipation was complete, I let my tongue my tongue trace a predictable spiral towards her nipple. Jackie hissed in anticipation. When my tongue touched her areola I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked gently. I held the hard little pea between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. Jackie moaned in appreciation and held my head in place, clearly not willing to let my lips wander away from her nipple. I teased her other nipple with my fingers while I sucked the first one deeper into my mouth.

I was enjoying her breasts but I wanted more and I wanted Jackie to want more. Keeping my mouth in place, I lowered my hand, dragging my fingertips over Jackie’s skin, down to her belly button. Further down, until my fingers touched her pubic hair. Jackie opened her legs, inviting me to touch her most private place. Again, I teased her. I let my fingers play with the golden strands of hair.

Jackie grabbed my hand and pushed it down onto her pussy. “Stop teasing me, I need you to touch me now!”

“Not yet,” I said.

I ran my spread fingers down the side of her pussy, all the way down to her butt. I let my finger explore her rosebud for a few moments until I was ready to enjoy Jackie’s virgin offering. I cupped my hand over her pussy. My palm covered her clit while the length of my middle finger pressed between her pussy lips. She was wetter than I had expected and my finger was immediately lubricated with her juices. Intense heat was radiating from her vagina. I pressed in between her inner lips and felt the tight entrance to her wet tunnel.

I resisted the temptation to press in. Instead, I moved my well-lubricated finger up to her clit and teased her clit hood until I found her clit. I then moved my fingertip steadily back and forth over her exposed clit.

“Mmmm,” Jackie moaned. “Please don’t stop, it feels so good.”

My tongue flicked her nipple in time with my finger. I was hoping to create a resonance of sensation between Jackie’s clit and her nipple. Lisa had always loved it when I did that to her and maybe her daughter would like it as well.

Jackie started breathing heavily and groaned with each breath. “Ahh… Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh…” Her body started convulsing with each groan. I could not believe how quickly she had got to this highly excited state. She was only moments away from her first orgasm with me. I steadily increased the tempo of my rubbing. “Ahmmm… Ohhh, my gooodnesss!!!!!!!”

She reached her peak and I sucked her nipple firmly into my mouth. Her body tensed and I felt a spray of warm cum on my leg as she came. Unable to bear any more sensation Jackie pushed my hand away from her pussy. I let her nipple slip out of my mouth.

“That was so amazing,” Jackie said once she had caught her breath. “I had no idea that it could feel so good with just your fingers.”

I smiled at her and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Fingers and tongues will give you a lot more orgasms in your life than a cock will. That was a clit orgasm, which you can only get if you fuck in the missionary position. Some girls will experience a vaginal orgasm when having sex which feels different to the one you just had. If you have a skilled partner you can have both types of orgasms at the same time but that’s quite rare. Normally they’d happen at different times.”

“Oh goody,” she said excitedly. “Are you skilled? I really want to experience both at the same time.”

I laughed. “Yes, I’m skilled. But we are not going to have actual sex. You’ll need to find someone else to give you a vagina orgasm.”

Jackie was disappointed. “I thought that you’d carry on teaching me, now that you’ve started.”

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