"With Daddy's Help" (closed)

[PennySaver]

"With Daddy's Help"

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Penny Dalton swam the length of the pool beneath the surface, her training as a swimmer making the task a cinch. She'd attempted competition swimming as a tween and teen. But her height and weight had maxed out at just 5'2" and 101 pounds by her 14th birthday. She simply couldn't compete with those athletes who had longer, stronger bodies.

Reaching the end of the pool nearest the house, Penny shot out of the water and pushed herself upwards on the brick lip of the pool. Her naked body glistened as the water streamed down her freckled flesh. She was a beautiful, sexy young thing, with firm B-cup breasts, a thin waist, a tight ass, and -- for her height -- long, athletic legs. The moment her body left the heated pool and the chill of the morning air struck, her dark reddish-brown nipples stiffened almost to the point of hurting.

She rose out of the pool and padded toward the house, snatching up and donning her robe as she went. Pulling the sliding glass door open, she found her mother and father at the kitchen table. A simple breakfast was laid out with a filled plate ready for Penny in her usual place. The three of them chatted about the day to come. Typically, on Saturdays, the various family members did what they wanted to do, often with friends or other family. Sundays were the day when they would be together, for all three meals and other activities in between.

As the conversation went on, Penny found it difficult to keep her mind on whatever subject was at hand at that moment. She was consumed with a single and very specific topic, a very personal topic, one she wanted to discuss with her parents and yet couldn't because she didn't know how to broach the subject.

Penny had decided that the time had come for her to lose her virginity. Oh, she'd been with another female already. Two, actually. The first had been about learning to kiss and caress and fondle. She'd accomplished that with her cousin a couple of years ago. The second had been far more serious, resulting in Penny's first and only orgasm that involved a second human being.

And yet, now at just days from her 19th birthday, Penny's experience with males was still limited to French kissing and a bit of second base groping over the clothes. She was heading off to college in just 33 days, and before she left, she wanted to be a woman in the way that so many people still defined that word.

The problem, of course, was that to lose her virginity to a guy, she had to pick one. Oh, there were plenty of guys at school or at the teen dance clubs or at the mall or at anyplace actually who would be more than willing to help Penny reach her next goal of sexuality. Guys liked Penny. Guys liked Penny very much.

But therein lay the problem. She didn't want to have sex with just some guy. She wanted to have sex with someone who loved her. She wanted to have sex with someone who would respect her. She wanted to have sex with someone who would understand that this was about her needs, not their own. She wanted someone who would let her set the pace and, if it came to it, say No, wait, stop ... this isn't happening yet ... maybe tomorrow.

She looked between her parents, listening to them talking and laughing and teasing. She recalled the stories her mother had told her about her intimate and sexual experiences with her husband, Penny's father. (The two of them talked about such things as if they were BFFs of the same age.) Penny studied her father for the longest moment. He was a good man, a good father, a good husband. Her mother was a lucky woman, of that there was no doubt.

Her father was everything that Penny would want in a lover. If only he wasn't her father...

 

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“What do you have planned for today, Penny?" her father asked.

Despite looking directly at him, Penny didn't really comprehend that he was talking to her. She was deep in thought; she was stuck on the disappointing reality that he was her father. No, no, not like that. Penny was so happy and lucky that Oliver Dalton was her father, of course. It was just that, at this very moment in her life, when she needed a man to introduce her to the wonders of being a woman, Oliver Dalton would have been the perfect man to do so.

Her father was everything Penny would have wanted in a lover. He was loving, patient, passionate, knowledgeable, skilled, fair ... the complimentary adjectives continued. Penny knew this because she and her mother had very few secrets when it came to the latter's relationship with the man. Oliver probably would have been surprised to learn that his daughter was very well tuned in to his history as his wife's lover.

When Penny hit puberty and began asking questions about sex and relationships and having children and all that other stuff, Helen had wanted her to know what life had in store for her. That education had included some details that many mothers probably don't share with their daughters. Intimate details. Sometimes, even erotic details. Penny had wanted to know. She hadn't wanted to be surprised by things that might embarrass or frighten her. Helen hadn't wanted that either, of course. So, at times, she'd probably overshared.

Penny finally flinched out of her reverie when her father continued, "Are you catching up with friends?”

"What...? Oh, yeah!" she managed. "Um ... Maria and Franny are coming over. They're picking me up in a bit. There's a car show at the fairgrounds. Maria's boyfriend has this Low Rider that's award winning, I guess. We're gonna go support him, then probably go out for food and maybe a movie."

Her father reminded, “Don’t forget tomorrow is family day. We’ll do something together like normal yeah?”

"Of course," she said with excitement. She loved Sundays. She loved being out and about with her parents. It made her rather unique for girls her age. Most of them dreaded the thought of being seen out in public with their mother and father. "I'll be in early tonight. Early to bed, early to rise and all that."

She smiled and giggled again. She gathered her dishes as her father was saying, “I can’t remember whose turn it is to pick what we do though….”

"Mine!" she reminded him quickly. "You chose last weekend, and mom before that. My turn! But ... I haven't decided yet, though ... so ... TBD."

She leaned over her father to kiss his cheek as she passed. Then, recalling that he was an old fogey and might not now the terminology, she informed him, "That means to be determined."

Penny kissed her mother's cheek and headed for the kitchen. She went to scrape and wash her dishes, then headed to her room to get started with her day. She showered away the chlorinated water, dried, and dressed. She checked her appearance in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

She looked good, she thought. She wore a tight fitting, cropped top with spaghetti straps. It exposed much of her midriff, and without a brassiere, gave a hint at the pert little nipples hidden below. Complimenting it was a pair of spandex yoga pants that fit her like a second skin. With a tiny thong underneath, she suffered no panty lines and her fit, athletic pear-shaped ass was wonderfully displayed.

Helen arrived about then, offering, "Do you want me to put your hair up?"

"French braid?" Penny asked hopefully. Her mother smiled and nodded, and Penny dropped back into the chair before her bureau. As she brushed, combed, separated, and wove her daughter's hair, Penny studied Helen in the mirror. She asked bluntly, "Was daddy the best sex you ever had?"

Helen laughed in surprise, shocked enough to lose hold of some of her daughter's hair. She chastised her for distracting her, then corrected her mistake and continued onward. Penny prodded, "Well ... was he?"

Her mother didn't immediately answer. Helen had spoken at length with Penny in vague terms about such things in the past. But surprisingly, this was the first time her girl had asked her this question. After a bit, she said, "Yes, honey. He was ... is, I mean ... still."

"You're not just saying that because--"

Helen interrupted, "No, honey, I'm not just saying that. You're father ... he's a wonderful man ... a wonderful husband ... and, yes, a wonderful lover." She hesitated, then asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Penny had been looking at her mother in the mirror. Now, though, she diverted her eyes. She felt another blush flood her face. She thought about her mother's question. She couldn't very well say Because I want to have sex for my first time, and I was thinking about having it with daddy.

Of course, Penny wasn't actually thinking about fucking her father! No, not at all. She knew that she wanted her first time to be with a man like her daddy. But she hadn't actually considered being with him. That would be wrong. Oliver was, after all, her father. That was wrong ... wasn't it?

"I'm ready to lose my virginity, mom," Penny said. (Helen was well aware that her daughter was still pure of body.) She continued, "And ... I want it to be special ... and you've always said that what you and daddy have is special ... and ... I just wanted to know ... is it special because you love each other ... or ... because when you make love, it's great."

Helen was smiling wide by the time her daughter finished. She chuckled softly. "I love your father, which makes what I have with him special. And......"

When she didn't continued, Penny smiled and prodded, "And...?"

"And your father is a wonderful lover," Helen continued. "He ... well, I'm not going to go into details except to say ... he always thinks of me before he thinks of himself."

"He makes you cum first," Penny said bluntly.

Helen laughed aloud. It was her time to blush now. She chastised her daughter for being crude ... then smirked devilishly and confirmed, "Usually ... yes ... your father helps me to my orgasm before he considers his own ... unless of course, I'm the one initiating ... which means that I try my best to ... you know."

"Make him cum first," Penny finished for her mother.

Helen laughed again. She finished the braid, looked into her daughter's eyes in the mirror, and said simply, "Yes."

"Where am I going to find a man who will do that for me?" Penny asked with a solemn tone. "I mean, daddy's sort of one a kind, isn't he?"

"No, no, honey," Helen told her daughter. "There are other men out there who are just as loving and caring and ready to please their lovers like your father is and has to me."

Helen hesitated, thinking. It had taken her years of searching to find Oliver, to realize that he was the man for her. It had been agonizing for her. She'd hated dating. She'd suffered some great disappointments in her love life before Oliver. She didn't want her daughter to go through what she'd gone through. And yet, that was just the way things were, right?

"You'll find the right man, honey," Helen told Penny. "Now, get up and get out and go have some fun."

Helen departed, and Penny gathered her things to leave. She wrapped a semi-sheer sarong around her waist to give some cover to her delicious ass. Heading out, she caught sight of her parents in the living room. Her father had been reading the newspaper, apparently. Her mother had interrupted him by sitting across his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and engaging him in a deep, intimate kiss.

Penny headed out to meet her friends, already parked at the curb out front. As she left, she thought about what her mother had said: you'll find the right man.

She was both troubled and somehow relieved, though, when she realized that she'd already found the right man: her father. All through the day, Penny's mind was overwhelmed with that understanding. The only way she could be certain that her first time would be a wonderfully memorable experience was if that first time was with a wonderful man. And that wonderful man could only be Oliver Dalton ... her father.

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday, late morning:

Penny had been up at sunrise for another naked swim. This time, however, she'd slipped into her parents' bedroom first to wake her mom and invite her to join. Helen did indeed come outside with her daughter, but she didn't have any interest in exercise. Instead, she sat near the pool's edge with a hot mug of tea and half a scone, watching her very energetic offspring cover the length of the pool again and again.

After only a quarter of her normal number of laps, Penny stopped at the deep end and simply treaded water while studying her mother. The older female donned a suspicious smile, finally asking, "What's happening inside that thick skull of yours, girl? I know that look."

Penny made her way to the shallow end, exited the water, slipped into her robe, and sat down to have a different sort of birds and bees conversation with her mother...

.............​

The two Dalton women sat side by side on the living room couch, opposite the male member of the family. They held hands to show him that they were united in what they were about to hit him with. It was going to be a doozy.

"Honey, Penny and I had a long conversation this morning after her swim," Helen began. She hesitated, then continued, "She has decided it's time for her to lose her virginity."

She paused just a moment for her husband's reaction. Would he feel uncomfortable talking about his daughter's sex life? Would he be surprised that she didn't have one yet? She continued without any signs of hesitance, "Penny has chosen the man with whom she wants to engage sexually for the first time ... and ... I ... I've agreed with her reasoning behind her choice ... as well as given her my approval."

Helen looked to Penny, who looked to her. They squeezed hands in support. She looked back to her husband, and laid it all out for him as Penny had explained it to her: "Penny wants her first lover to be someone she herself loves and cares for and has total confidence in with regards to how she will be treated ... which she is sure would be lovingly ... with great respect ... and ... well ... she's chosen ... you, honey."

Helen hesitated just a short moment, then to ensure that Oliver had fully understood her, she clarified, "Penny would like you to be the one who ... escorts her into womanhood ... by being the man to whom she shares her virginity ... or ... the end of her virginity. What I mean is ... Penny wants to have sex with you ... and I have given her both my approval and my support."

Then ... they just had to see how Oliver reacted.

 

[PennySaver]

Her father asked, “Is this like one of your jokes that I don’t get?”

Penny and Helen looked to each other, then back to Oliver. Together, the former shrugged and the latter said, "No, honey ... it's not."

“Have you two lost your minds?!” He asked in alarm.

Neither of them was surprised at Oliver's surprise. They were suggesting something that simply wasn't acceptable.

“Penny….?” her father asked.

Without hesitation, she told him, "It's true, daddy. I know ... it sounds outrageous. But ... I want this. I need this. Daddy, you have to look at this from my point of view. I want to know what it means to make love to someone ... not just have sex ... fuck as it were."

She inched forward to the edge of the couch to be a bit closer to Oliver, asking with a sincere tone, "Can you think of a better way for me to become a woman, daddy?"

 

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“Penny….” Oliver started again, “I’m your father, I shouldn’t even be seeing you naked, let alone touching you in that way.”

He was right, of course. Still, Penny was sure that this was the answer to her situation.

As if reading her mind, her father said, “I don’t know what the answer is, but it can’t be this can it?!”

He talked about how lovely she was and how there had to be at least one guy out there who could do for her what she needed. “You just have to be patient to find the right guy for you.”

Then, Oliver looked to his wife, asking, “And what are you thinking Helen? How on earth have you given this your support and approval?”

She didn't immediately respond. When she did, it was to tell her daughter, "Penny, why don't you give your father and I a moment to talk."

Penny nodded and stood. She looked between her parents, told each of them that she loved them, then leaned down to kiss each of them on the cheek before leaving. Once she was gone, Helen stood and moved to sit close to her husband.

"I know, I know" she told him. "It's outrageous. But think about it. What was your first sexual experience like? You hated it."

Oliver had told his wife about losing his virginity one night after they'd begun fucking, and she had told him, too. Now, she told him, "Mine was an absolute disaster, not just because it hurt and not just because he was a dick about it, telling his friends afterward. But also because..."

Helen let the thought go. She didn't need to remind him that at just 15 years of age, a college sophomore had knocked her up at a Frat party and that, if she hadn't had a miscarriage must weeks later, her life wouldn't have been the wondrous thing it was now with Oliver and Penny.

"Don't make a decision right now, honey," she told him. "In fact, we don't need to talk about it again at all ... at least ... not until Penny brings it up again. She will of course, but only if she thinks we can have a loving conversation about it."

She leaned in and hugged Oliver tightly, murmuring, "I love you, honey. So does Penny. She wouldn't have asked this if she didn't.

 

[PennySaver]

Ironically, the day at the water park went by for Penny almost as if the earlier conversation hadn't taken place. Oh, sure, it was on her mind, of course. But being in the water had a way of narrowing her focus.

When she was on a slide or diving from a board or laughing with her parents or with some of the friends she'd bumped into, Penny's mind was on that fun and little else.

The day went by quickly, and after pizzas at their favorite Mom'n'Pop just blocks from their house, they headed home. The subject that had been on their minds that morning and off and on through the day never came up again.

At home, Penny told her parents she was going to shower, get in her jammies, read a bit, and call it a night. She kissed her parents as she had earlier in the day, giving each a hug.

Helen dragged Oliver upstairs, telling him, "I need to get this nasty chlorine off me. C'mon, take a shower with me. Clean my back."

She led him by the hand to their bathroom, where they stripped and stepped into the warming shower. Helen loved showering with her husband. Even after over two decades together, he still looked good naked.

She loved to run the bar of soap over him and, of course, have him do the same to her. They used to fuck in the shower, experimenting with various positions. But after they'd slipped once and nearly gotten themselves hurt, they'd begun restricting their shower activity to touching only, usually followed by a roll in bed immediately afterwards.

Tonight, though, before they could even think about touching and pleasing each other, there was a knock on the shower stall door that made Helen leap in surprise. She cracked the door to find her daughter standing there with a long towel wrapped about her otherwise naked body.

"Is everything okay, honey?" Helen asked with motherly concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom," she answered. She leaned a bit to see her father's face through the steam. It wasn't as if she could see their naked bodies. Then, hesitating, Penny asked, "Can I join you ... to shower?"

She added that last part to indicate that she wasn't asking for anything more than just to be with them. But, in case there were any doubts, Penny repeated, "To shower ... that's all."

Helen looked to her husband for his reaction. The three of them hadn't been naked together since their bubble bath days when Penny was 3-years-old. The last times Oliver had seen his daughter naked was once when the lot of them skinny dipped in a lake when Penny was 6; and more recently, just last year, when he'd accidentally interrupted her naked lap swim here at the house.

"It's just a shower," Helen whispered to Oliver."

 

[PennySaver]

Penny knew that she was being bold in asking to be naked with her parents in the shower, the very day she'd told them that she wanted her father to make love to her. Bold as it might be, she was actually trembling down deep in her core. She'd never done this with anyone before, not a boy from school or a man from some other walk of life. And here she was asking to do it with her father!

“You can come in honey,” her mother told her, smiling politely. "It's okay, honey ... with both of us."

Helen opened the door more fully, to the point that Penny was suddenly looking at both naked adults as the steam of the shower wafted about them. She couldn't help but let her gaze drop down to her father's groin, and there it was, dangling there, swollen to enough of a degree to cause Penny's eyes to open a bit wider.

She quickly diverted her eyes to her mother, looking her up and down. Penny had seen Helen naked on many occasions over the years, mostly when the older female Dalton was changing clothes or getting in and out of the shower. She was now and always had been impressed with her mother's body, often marveling at how well her bosom had held up against gravity or how her middle, buttocks, and thighs had avoided gathering fat in any excessive of an amount.

Penny dropped her towel on the floor, revealing her own, petite, yet incredibly curved body to her parents. She was feeling shy about revealing herself to her father in this way, but her mother -- instinctively knowing this -- helped her out by intentionally though casually putting herself between her daughter and her husband as she guided the teen into the stall.

"Let's get the chlorine off of you, honey," Helen told Penny, looking to her husband and saying politely, "Can you move back a bit, sweetheart."

The master ensuite's shower was large, about 4 foot across and deep, so there was plenty of room for all three of them. Still, Helen initially tried to lessen her daughter's shyness by standing directly between the other two as the shower head rained down its flow on Penny.

"Here, take this," Helen told Penny as she handed her the bar of soap that she'd been using on her husband's body just moments earlier. She turned to fully face Oliver, grasping him for support as she lifted herself on her toes to whisper to him, "We need to be gentle."

Behind Helen, Penny ran the bar over her skin. She had her back to the other pair as she lathered up her front side. She wasn't trying to be sexual or suggestive in how her soapy hands ran over her young, beautiful body but instead was just cleaning herself as she would if she were alone.

But she wasn't alone. She'd come here for a reason. She wanted to become more comfortable with the idea of being naked with her father, and at the same time, she wanted the same thing for him.

Penny skipped her personal area for the moment, finding it just a bit too ... well, personal for this moment in time. But she did turn ninety degrees so that she could put one foot up on the rim to wash her legs, from hip all the way down to her toes. In profile to him, Penny knew that her father had a much better view of her. She didn't peek his way to see if he was looking at her.

Once she'd done both legs, she turned to face her mother and father fully. She offered out the bar of soap, asking, "Will you do my back?"

Her mother began to reach for the bar of soap, but Penny pulled it back quickly. She looked into her father's eyes and asked, "Daddy ... will you do my back?"

Whether he took the bar or passed the job off to his wife, Penny would turn her back to them again, put her hands on the rails flanking her, and enjoy the feel of a man's hands on her body for the first time.

 

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After she asked him to wash her back, Oliver asked, “Are you sure Penny?”

Half peeking back over her shoulder, she said softly, "Yes, please."

As she felt her father's hands lay upon her shoulders, Penny moved a bit to one side to get the spray out of her face. Helen noticed the offending spray and stepped between her daughter and the shower head. She reached behind her to manipulate the handles.

They'd recently renovated the bathroom, and there were now four shower heads, one on each wall, from which the couple could choose for their showering convenience. One of them -- the one now behind Helen -- was on a hose that could be lowered, which the couple sometimes used not for their convenience but for Helen's pleasure. Helen looked past her shorter daughter to the tallest of the Daltons, smirking as she recalled some of the fun that they'd had with it since the remodel.

Tonight wasn't the time for such follies, though. Helen looked back to her daughter, finding Penny looking right up into her eyes. The elder female asked in barely over a whisper, "All okay?"

Penny nodded, then after a moment's hesitation, whispered back, "Yes ... thank you ... for this."

By now, Oliver had finished washing the entirety of Penny's back. He'd let his hands and the bar of soap they held reach downward to the upper curvatures of her fit, muscular ass, but there he'd stopped. Penny realized that she was trembling again, deep to her core. She couldn't believe that she was doing this anymore than her father was. She wasn't sure what was going through her mother's head, but she would have loved to have a thought scanner she'd seen on a cheaply made SyFy Channel B-movie earlier in the week.

If she had been able to read her mother's thoughts, Penny would have known that Helen was both afraid for her daughter and proud of her at the same time. Helen had initially had a hard time with the whole, insane concept of her daughter having sex with her father. But as she'd thought on it more, particularly considering Penny's justification, Helen had come to realize that her daughter was right: her first time should be with her own father.

The two Dalton women were looking directly into one another's eyes as their lips began spreading in knowing smiles. Helen knew exactly what her daughter was thinking and nodded softly to her, whispering, "It's okay."

Penny drew a deep breath, held it for a moment, let it out in an audible sigh ... then turned to face her father. After staring into his eyes for a moment and if he didn't do anything to prevent it, she would reach out to take his hands and place them upon her tits and their swollen nipples, asking him softly, "Will you do my front next?"

 

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“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea Penny,” her father said as she attempted to place his hands atop her young, firm breasts. “Why don’t I do your arms and then maybe your stomach?”

She was conflicted about his decision. On one hand, she was seriously nervous about what was happening, despite it being totally her decision to enter the shower naked with her also naked parents. On the other hand, Penny thought that having her father's soapy hands caressing her bosom would help in firming up her choice of choosing the man to claim her virginity, despite their familial bond.

Penny was certain that she wanted her first lover to be her father. It made total sense to her, and her mother's acceptance and even encouragement told her that it was the right decision. And yet, as her father was also thinking at this moment, it was so, so wrong! Teenage girls, even if legal of age, simply didn't fuck their fathers!

"Of course," she said regarding his choice not to steal second base, as her friends called what Penny had asked her father to do. She eagerly lifted one of her arms up for him and not knowing what else to say about it, simply told him, "Thanks."

Just as Oliver had been doing, Penny had kept her gaze high. With the exception of when Helen had first opened the shower door wide, Penny had not looked directly at her father's penis. Still, using just her peripheral vision, she could tell that he was suffering a bit of expansion down yonder, with his cock no longer simply dangling but now lifting out from his groin a bit. She would never call it a hard-on, but it certain wasn't flaccid, either.

By the time he'd finished her arms and belly, Penny had begun to feel a little more confident regarding where to take this next. She reached up to take the bar of soap from her father's hand, telling him, "My turn."

She smiled to him and made a swirly gesture with an extended index finger, telling him, "Turn around, daddy."

 

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Penny was kind of surprised that her father did in fact turn. This was all becoming a game of chicken, with each of them pushing a little farther and wondering which of them would stop this first. She reached the bar of soap clear up to her father's shoulders, starting as far from his butt as possible, excluding his gray haired head, of course. And initially, Penny didn't look down at her father's ass, either.

But as her hand moved lower, she began to get bold. Not only did she bring her other hand into action, reaching it up to caress the soap over his strong back, but she also let her gaze drop until she was looking at his firm, muscular ass. Penny had never realized just how fit her father was until now. He never wore really tight-fitting clothing that showed off his butt. He had no spandex running shorts; he didn't wear a Speedo.

As her hands lowered slowly, sweeping back and forth, lathering him, Penny looked back to Helen. She wanted to see her mother's reaction to what was happening. Penny was surprised to find her mother smiling in delight. Helen must have detected some confusion in her daughter's face, because she leaned forward, put her mouth very close to Penny's, and whispered, "You're doing well, honey. I'm proud of you."

Penny turned back to her father's back, uncertain of just what her mother had meant. Proud of me? For what? Fondling her husband ... my father? Her mother's appreciation for her actions only confused Penny more than she already had been.

Just as had happened when her father had done her own back, Penny reached her father's buttocks. She hesitated a moment, contemplating bringing it all to an end. But she didn't. Instead, she drew a deep breath, held it, let it go, and let the hand holding the soap drop down over her father's butt cheek...

 

[PennySaver]

"Okay, daddy," Penny found herself saying before she'd really even considered responding. Deep down, she'd probably unconsciously been hopping that her dad would end the game of chicken before her. She, after all, was the one who'd started this, and if she'd brought this first stage (of maybe many?) to an end before he did, there probably wouldn't be any more stages at all. She put the bar of soap in her father's hand, smiled up to him as she took a firm hold of his upper arm, and lifted to her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks."

It was kind of a silly thing to say, but it, too, had come out before Penny had really thought of it. She turned, kissed her mother on the cheek as well, pushed the shower door open, and departed. She bent down to retrieve her town, flashing her ass at both of them, then walked out of their bathroom simply holding it in her hands and leaving a trail of water behind her.

Back in the shower, Helen first watched her daughter's departure, then looked to her husband. Initially, she looked into his eyes, but then her gaze dropped to his cock. He wasn't hard as a rock, but Helen knew her husband and his stages of excitation. And he was excited.

She moved up closer to him, taking Oliver into her arms. She kissed him softly on the lips, then said, "Well ... that happened."

 

[PennySaver]

“I know,” Oliver told Helen, “I hope you aren’t mad at me honey.”

She laughed. "Mad...? I'm not mad, honey. I'm happy. Hey, listen, we don't know where this is going yet. It may not go anywhere at all. Penny doesn't even know yet, I don't think. But you helped your daughter with her decision. And I love you for that."

Helen felt his cock touch her belly. She looked down at it, then back up with a wide smile.

“I don’t know what to say," Oliver said. "I wasn’t expecting to well erm you know.”

Again, Helen laughed. She told him what he'd already considered, "It's natural, honey. You couldn't have kept Big Olly down even if Penny had been ugly-fugly."

She laughed again, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. She'd given his cock its nickname clear back when they'd first started fucking. He was a bit longer and thicker than most men, and his semi-erect state now had only hinted at how big he could have gotten had this gone any farther.

Helen kissed her husband's lips again, then -- looking him in the eyes with a serious expression -- asked, "Tell me ... would it be ... what's the best word for me to use ... weird...? ...would it be weird after what just happened if I was to..."

She didn't finish her thought with words but instead reached down to take hold of Oliver's cock in one hand. She very gently began to stroke it, and if Oliver didn't stop him, Helen would continue to pleasure her husband -- just as she had so many times before this recent advancement in their lives -- until his cock was leaping in her grasp.

 

[PennySaver]

There was nothing different about the way Oliver's cock leapt this time, spewing his jizz out toward the shower wall, than it had been the dozens of other times Helen had jerked him off like this. There was no unusual amount of cum sprayed forth. He didn't ejaculate any more times than normal. He certainly didn't cry out Oh, Penny!

Helen wouldn't have blamed her husband if he was having some thoughts about their daughter, though. This night was about the strangest night they'd ever had, sexually anyway. Helen knew there would be stranger ones, though. She may have told Oliver that Penny was undecided about having him move her into the world of womanhood, but she hadn't meant it. Helen knew her daughter, and Helen knew that tonight had been only the first step in her daughter's sexual life.

After Oliver's cock concluded its work, she milked it empty, cleaned it off, kissed him on the lips, and said, "Let's go to bed and finish this up, okay?"

They dried sufficiently and padded naked from the en suite to their bed, where they made love and satisfied each other's needs. No mention of Penny was made. It would have been inappropriate, of course. But as they lay there, waiting for sleep to claim them, Helen once again told her husband, "Thank you for what you did for Penny tonight." After a moment, she added, "You're a good father."

..........................​

The next morning, as was often the case, Penny was up before her parents and swimming lengths in the heated pool. She saw the light come on in the kitchen, then the dining room, and knew that her mother was preparing a simple, quick breakfast in the former while her father laid sat down with the newspaper in the latter.

She popped up out of the pool nude, as was also often the case, but this time, instead of padding across the deck to where her robe lay, she took the shortcut directly for the dining room's sliding glass door for her return to the house. She looked to her left to see her father lower the paper and take notice of her nakedness. Her well-tanned skin, now wet from face to feet, shone under the lights.

"Morning, dad," she said as if she was doing nothing different than she ever did. She turned away from him for the kitchen, giving him a view of her tight ass as she padded across the tile. "Morning mom."

"Morning, honey," Helen responded, looking her daughter's naked body over as she asked with humor, "Robe in the laundry?"

Penny only laughed as she continued onward, through the kitchen, up the stairs, and to her own shower. Helen headed into the adjacent dining room, set a plate of eggs, bacon, and fruit before her husband, and pointed out, "She didn't call you daddy like usual. You think maybe our little girl is growing up?"

She asked the question with humor in her voice and a smile on her lips. She leaned over to kiss Oliver, whispering vaguely, "I dunno. This might not be over yet."

Penny eventually came down, dressed in her Senior Center Volunteer outfit. It was a simple tee shirt and pair of pants, nothing too tight on her. And yet Helen couldn't help but take note of the teen's petite yet still wonderful womanly curves. She looked down to her husband, wondering If I'm suddenly seeing her this way, is he? Helen wouldn't have blamed Oliver for that. Not at all.

Penny described her upcoming day of volunteerism while circling the table and stealing food, a slice of bread from her mother's plate, a link sausage from her father's. She kissed each of them on the cheek as she passed them, then just like that was heading for the door with a bottle of orange juice her mother always set out for her.

It was just another day as far as Penny was concerned...

 

[PennySaver]

Monday morning, Penny had acted as if nothing had changed in their lives, if that is you ignored the fact that after her morning swim, she'd walked through the house naked and used the more mature moniker of dad for her father, something she'd only ever done when introducing him to people outside the home but had never done even once within it.

By Tuesday evening, though, Penny had come to realize that Sunday's family shower had changed things between her and her father. Oliver had begun leaving the house early, before her swim or, at the least, before she emerged from it; and he'd begun coming home late, often after she herself had left for one of her many evening, social activities or volunteer group get-togethers.

"Is daddy avoiding me?" she asked her mother Wednesday night, the first time they'd talked specifically about that important change in the family's existence. "I mean, I've talked to him on the phone and exchanged the usual text messages, but I've only seen him for ... what, maybe an hour total since Sunday, and even then, it was only for a few minutes each time before one or the other of us had to head out for something."

Helen immediately took her daughter into her arms for a comforting hug, telling her with a sincere tone, "Your father wants you to be happy, honey, but he's still having a hard time with all of this. He wants to help you, he does. But ... well, what you're asking for is not like asking for a puppy or a limo for prom."

They sat together on the back deck for almost an hour, talking more about their situation while watching the sun drop. They finally concluded their discussion with the next step in the plan to make Oliver more comfortable with the intimate acts Peggy was asking of him.

When Oliver returned from a long day at work, Penny was nowhere to be seen but Helen had a simple but satisfying dinner awaiting him. They sat together at the table, chatting about his day at work and hers at the Senior Center; Helen had begun volunteering there when her grandmother became a resident and stayed on as a volunteer even after the woman's death from old age.

She lured Oliver into the en suite with a promise of a hot, soothing shower. They snuggled under the streaming water but didn't get intimate as Helen told Oliver she simply wanted to be close. They dried and headed for bed, and while normally -- on nights that they had no plans for sex -- they each would wear their most comfortable pajamas.

"Don't," Helen said when Oliver was reaching for his pair. Still naked herself, she took him by the hand, urging him toward the bed while saying, "I don't want anything between us tonight ... okay?"

They slipped between the sheets, cuddling close and kissing lovingly for a moment. Then, rising to an elbow to look down into her husband's face, Helen announced, "Penny wants to sleep with us tonight. Sleep, Oliver ... like she did when she was a child, and the lightning and thunder scared her.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: The pic is obviously out of context, but I'm sure you won't mind. )

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Helen?” Oliver asked.

"Yes," she answered simply.

“That still seems quite intimate,” he added.

"It is," she agreed. She knew she wasn't helping him, but it was all she could offer. They didn't yet agree eye to eye on what to do about the Penny situation. "It is ... but she needs this."

“Neither of us are wearing pyjamas," he pointed out unnecessarily. "Maybe if we were……”

"I think that's the point," Helen said. She giggled, soft and short, then leaned forward to softly kiss Oliver on the lips. "We showered together. That was important to Penny. Laying together is the next step."

Helen should have waited for her husband to say yes or no but didn't. She turned her head toward the door and called just loud enough to be heard, "Penny...?"

A moment later, the door cracked open, and their daughter's head poked in. An eyebrow raised on her inquiring face, to which Helen waved her inside. Penny entered wearing a thick cotton robe her parents had seen before and would not have been surprised by. She walked up close to the bed, hesitated, then untied the belt around her waist. Reaching up, she pulled the gown open and let it fall to the floor about her feet, exposing her wonderfully young, fit, and very nude body.

Penny hesitated again. She was looking at her father as she dropped her clothing, but now she looked to her mother. Helen was appreciating her daughter's beauty, telling her with pride, "Your father and I did good, honey."

Penny laughed, for the first time showing a bit of hesitation in her sounds. Helen knew this was important to her daughter and feared Penny might suddenly chicken out, something that would be devastating to her, so she reached over quickly and turned out her bed lamp, reached out a hand invitingly, and said, "Come join us honey."
The teen hesitated again, then did as directed. She lifted the bedding to slide in next to her mother, but Helen immediately made it clear that Penny was to lay between the couple. Again, Penny hesitated, then again did as directed, slipping over her mother's nude body. There wasn't much room between the two older adults, so Penny was initially squished between them a bit, pressing the flesh.