I was thrilled at what I’d done. The shape and size of my father's erection lingered on my fingertips, I studied the large wet smear on my nightgow... wondering if I could touch him again.Dad avoided me the next morning, as soon as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast he grabbed his coffee and hurried from the room. Mom watched him carefully then turned her head to me “He's embarrassed about last night but I know he is a lot less tense. What you did was the best thing for him, thank you.”I. The only clue that she might be unhappy with me was her uncharacteristic silence as we drove home. I had realized, by then, that I’d overreacted, so I felt awkward. I wanted to apologize, but was too stubborn to do it.“I put a pork roast in the crock pot,” she finally said.“That’s good.”“First dibs on the shower when we get home,” she said.“I’ll use the other one,” I said.I need to explain, here, that there is a guest bath in the hallway that led to the bedrooms. It has a regular tub in it,. "I'm serious, Felecia. I will not hold it against you if you truly do not want to do this." I stated. She pushed me back again, this time using her muscles. I slammed against the back of the couch. "Shut up and lay back!" She snapped. She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She pulled my pants down to my ankles dragging my boxers with them. I sat there, my cock starting to come to life. Her forcefulness along with her attitude was a turn on. She slid down to the floor on her knees,. I know. I'm not like a total whore. But I dunno, what I saw, and like you're saying he's into eating pussy and got you off? I dunno. I just kinda wanna find out what a dude is like if he's a good fuck," Julie said.I was blown away. But goddamn, if I wasn't horny, thinking about more sex. Young teenage pussy. And curious if I could actually do something nasty and sexually twisted like that.When I went back into the basement den, Kayla was sitting on the couch. And without a word, Julie pulled.