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Lisa was making supper when her daddy came home from work. He was grouchy tonight. He banged through the front door, answered her "Hi Daddy" with a growl and disappeared into his bedroom.
Lisa shook her sixteen year old head as she stirred the hamburger helper. She missed her mother at times like these. Valerie O'Conner had died of cancer two years ago, and Lisa and her father had carried on as best they could since then. But sometimes it was hard.
On both of them.
She finished up and set the table. Then she went to her father's door and knocked on it lightly. "Supper's ready Daddy," she said.
"Be down in a minute" came the gruff reply.
She was waiting for him just inside the dining room. As soon as he walked in she slid up to him, slid her arms around him and melted against him. "Did you have a hard day?" she said in her best 'mommy' voice. She actually felt him relax.
"Yeah" he sighed. "I got a date for next Friday night." he went on.
She pushed him away, her face lighting up. "That's great, Daddy! I'm so happy for you. Who is she?"
"Her name's Vicky. She's Mr. Haskell's executive secretary. I don't even know how it happened. I mean I went in there to give him an update on the Turner deal and the next thing I knew she was standing next to me, saying as how she'd be delighted to have dinner with me."
"I bet she's pretty." said Lisa. For some strange reason that made her stomach feel ... uneasy.
"Oh yeah!" her father said forcefully. "She's a knockout! That's part of the problem. She's a high class lady. You can't just jump the bones of a woman like that and..." He turned red as he saw his daughter's open mouthed look.
"Oh ... sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said that. It's just that it's been a long time and..."
"I understand" said Lisa in a surprisingly brittle voice. "After all, Mom's been gone a WHOLE TWO YEARS!" Then, for reasons she couldn't explain, Lisa burst into tears.
Paul looked at his daughter, horrified. He should have watched his mouth. Now she was all upset. He pulled her into his arms and she hugged him hard, sobbing into his chest.
"I'm sorry baby, I know you miss her. I miss her too. That's part of the problem. It HAS been two years, and what with watching you turn into a teen babe, and seeing other beautiful women, it makes me miss Val all the more. Sometimes I guess I just get horny." As soon as he'd said it he couldn't believe it. How stupid could a man be to say something like that to his daughter?
But oddly enough, Lisa didn't seem to mind. She pulled her tearstained face back from his chest and looked up at him.
"I know, Daddy. I've just sort of gotten used to having you all to myself. I guess maybe I'm just a little bit jealous." She tried to smile. "Really. I'm happy for you." She kissed him on the cheek. Then she pushed him to the table and they talked about other things during dinner.
After dinner Paul mumbled that he had to do something and disappeared into the bathroom. Lisa had just turned off the TV after deciding there was nothing on worth watching when she heard him yell "SHIT!" from in the bathroom. She jumped up from the chair and ran to the door.
"You OK Daddy?" she yelled through the door.
"Yeah" he yelled back. Then he yelled "Don't come in!"
Lisa thought that was odd. Why should he think she'd walk in on him.
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Nothing" he yelled back. "I'm shaving."
Now that was odd too. He always shaved in the morning. And he used an electric razor. She didn't hear the sound of the razor now, though.
"Daddy?" she yelled again. "What's going on in there?"
It was quiet for so long that she DID think about barging in on him. Then the door handle turned and the door opened ... just a crack. Her father's face was looking through the crack. His five O'clock shadow hadn't been touched. She tried to see through the crack in the door.
"Daddy, I want to know what's going on in there, and I want to know right now!" It didn't occur to her that she sounded just like her mother.
But Paul noticed it right away. "I can explain," he said. "Just a minute." He closed the door and then opened it all the way. He was tying the sash of a robe he'd obviously just put on. "Come on in," he said.
Lisa went into the room, peering in all directions, like she was trying to find someone hiding in there. It didn't occur to her that her father had just invited her into the bathroom to explain something to her.
"I went to the doctor today" he said.
Lisa stopped and turned to look at her father. Now her young face showed concern.
"Why? Are you OK? What's wrong Daddy" there was the hint of panic in her voice. The loss of her mother was still relatively fresh.
"NO! I mean YES, everything's fine. Nothing's wrong" he said. "I went in to consult him about ... about a surgical procedure."
"Oh" said Lisa. She blinked. "Surgery?" Her voice rose a little. "What kind of surgery?"
Paul looked at Lisa. Then at the ceiling, and the corner, and about anywhere in the bathroom except at Lisa. "A vasectomy." He said.
Lisa stared at him. Her mouth fell open. She was speechless.
Paul took her silence for disapproval. "It's like this. I got to thinking about ... dating again ... and ... well, I had you with your mother. If she hadn't died we would have had more, but now I don't want to have more children, and if I ... date ... I don't want there to be any ... complications..."
Lisa began to blush as she realized what he was talking about. But there was a funny "nice" feeling in the pit of her stomach when she heard him say he had shared his sperm with her mother, but didn't want to share it with anyone else. For some reason she didn't WANT any other woman to get any of his sperm. She froze. What was she THINKING? What business of hers was it whose sperm got shared with whom? She thought again about how her father must be having a hard time ... sexually. It wasn't fair of her to keep other women away from him. She hugged him.
"It's OK, Daddy, I understand."
She pushed him away. "But what does that have to do with the way you were acting in here?"
Now he blushed. "Well, the procedure is tomorrow, and the doctor said I should shave my ... shave down there. It'll save time and if I don't do it then one of his people will and ... well I tried, but I can't do it. I think I cut myself."
Lisa went into "mommy" mode.
It changed their lives forever.
"Oh no!" she commiserated. "Let me see. You want me to help? I shave my legs all the time. Surely it shouldn't be so different." She reached for his robe.
"WAIT!" he yelled.
She stopped, lifting an eyebrow as if to say "What?".
"You're my daughter," he said, as if that explained everything.
"So, who else is going to do it?" She was thinking in practical terms, rather than daughter terms. "Come on" she started whisking her hands all around the fastening of his robe. "Get it off ... come on ... let's go."
And so, not thinking it through, Paul let the robe drop. Paul was 38. He kept in shape. Lisa had seen him in his running shorts. She'd seen him in his underwear. She'd seen him wrapped in a towel. But Lisa had never seen him quite like this.
She realized with a blush that he was quite a stud. His penis hung heavy, dangling between his hairy thighs. It wasn't circumcised and the skin was dark. There was a nest of black kinky hair all around the base, and it flowed down onto his heavy, full looking ball sack. There was one place where she could see skin, where he'd scraped the razor through his hair. There was another place where he'd started, actually on the base of his penis, but had stopped. There was a red stain there, where he'd cut himself.
Lisa sat down on the vanity stool. She picked up the razor and inspected it. It was a throwaway. She looked around. "Where's the shaving cream?" she asked.
"I wasn't using any," he said. She stared up at him. "I figured I wouldn't be able to see through it," he said.
She looked around again. "And where's the washcloth?" This time he didn't answer. He just opened the cabinet, got out a clean washcloth and the shaving cream. He extended them to her.
"Are you sure about this?" he said.
"Oh be quiet and don't move." she growled. She ran the washcloth under the hot water and began to rub it all over his penis and balls.
"You have to soften the hair before you try to cut it." she lectured. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small pair of scissors. "And you should cut it as short as possible with scissors before you use the razor. That way it doesn't foul up the razor as bad." She clipped busily with the scissors, his pubes dropping to the floor like falling snow. Then she squirted a dollop of cream on her hand. Grasping his penis with two fingers, she raised it up while she smeared the shaving cream all over his balls and the base of his dick. He felt a tingle in his cock and realized that he might just end up here with an erection. He tried to think of other things.
"How come you know so much about shaving?" he said, in an effort to direct his mind to something other than what she was doing.
Lisa was intent on her preparation. She was examining her father's penis as she moved and manipulated it. She'd touched one or two on dates before, but nothing more, and she hadn't been able to "examine" them then. She was fascinated by the wrinkles, bumps and veins on the one in front of her. It actually looked ... yummy!
"I shaved myself down..." she said without thinking.
She stopped. She was so embarrassed, she couldn't look at him. "I shave sometimes" she said lamely.
Paul was in shock. He had a vivid picture in his mind of his wife's pussy, clean shaven, soft and smooth, but suddenly the face above that pussy was Lisa's. Valerie had only shaved one time, and that was just before Lisa was born. Her pussy lips had been fat and puffy then, distended along with the belly above them. He'd thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. But Val wouldn't keep it shaved after that. Now he couldn't get the picture of his sixteen year old daughter, with shaved pussy, out of his mind.
His cock thickened and rose, as if it had a life of its own. Lisa stared at it, amazed and intrigued as it got longer, thicker ... more ... dangerous looking. Paul didn't know what to do. His groin was covered with shaving cream. His daughter's face was about six inches away from his stiffening dick. And THAT made him get even stiffer.
In the span of sixty seconds his prick was fully erect, straining toward Lisa's amazed gaze, the tip poking out of its protective sheath of skin. Now it was about eight inches long. It curved upward a little.
Lisa knew she should look away. But she couldn't. She was fascinated. Now it looked POSITIVELY yummy. Her hand came up and wrapped around it. It was HARD! But it was soft too ... silky ... smooth. She licked her lips. Then she looked up into her Daddy's eyes. There was terror there. But she was now determined to spend some time with this very interesting thing. She decided to be brazen about it, to try to disarm him.
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