Acceptance

“You,” he began, “You,” he repeated, for a moment I thought he was stuck, “You played me for a sucker there young lady.”

I smiled, “Big of you to admit it.” I said, “So…”

“You are not going to let this go are you?” He asked.

“Let go, I haven’t grabbed onto to anything.” I joked trying to lighten the mood. “Dad, like you were fascinated with my tits, I’m fascinated with your size…”

He finished another whiskey, “Dutch courage.” He added I smiled. “No touching.” He stipulated as he stood up.

I raised my hands to show agreement and then took a sip of my whiskey. I watched as dad took several deep breaths and then parted his robe. I immediately opened my mouth, “Holy shit, your ball sack is bigger than my two hands.” I said as I saw this massive hairy hanging globe.

He quickly pulled his robe closed, “Oh come on Dad! You commented and asked questions about my tits.” I said. He blushed more, I don’t think I had ever seen him so red.

He poured himself some more whiskey, “Alright.” Slowly he parted his robe again, his cock was hanging down, about two thirds the way to his knee, and thick.

“Do you think you are fully hard?” I asked looking on in amazement.

He shook his head, “As I said, I’m not young anymore. I don’t just ‘get hard’.”

“Maybe I can help?” I said, reaching for my dress zipper, “You like my tits right, would that help?”

Dad looked on as I started to unzip my dress further before sliding it off of my shoulders, I sat there topless in front of him watching his cock bob and slowly grow, “See that’s working.” I said.

“Kimberly, this is not right.” He said as his cock grew a little more, I could see a pearly drop of precum forming at his tip, it wasn’t clear like Marks, it was milky.

I hefted my tits, “We had this conversation last week, that what people feel is right is different for everyone.” I gently pulled on one nipple and was rewarded with another throbbing pulse, “Anyway, I am fascinated with your size, so I want to see you at full mast.”

He reached down and picked up his glass, “I’m not a young man, I don’t think you are quite getting that I need more to get really hard.” He said.

I smiled, “Well, maybe you can masturbate? Would that help?” I took a sip, “Also, how much do you cum with balls like that?”

“Kimberly!” Then he hesitated, “Cum comes from the prostate mostly, sperm comes from the balls. I would have thought you knew that.”

I laughed, “The last thing I thought I would be doing tonight would be having a naked anatomy lesson with my father. So you don’t cum a lot but you have a bunch of sperm, so really fertile?”

He took another drink as I watched a milky droplet run around his head and start to drip, like a long strand of honey, “Well, I cum a lot as well, but that’s not the point.”