My hand started stroking up and down my young cock again. I watched her eyes fall to watch my labor. She took a step into the bathroom and leaned back...on the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body as I stroked faster. Her panties were balled in my other fist. I watched as she pushed a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her smile was wicked, her eyes, naughty. “Put those panties down,” she whispered, “Come here and smell the real thing.”I dropped the flimsy garment and took the one step. But something nagged at me deep inside.Come on... you'll never have a better opportunity!A better opportunity for WHAT?Oh, like you've never looked at her, huh?There was an internal war going on inside of me. For the life of me, I felt like one of those cartoons with a devil on one shoulder, and an angel on the other.I got up from my chair and walked over to her, unsure of what to do.I know that she'd wake up -- quickly! -- if I were to mention her name. So... I decided not to say anything to. As I was fingering him, I curled my finger inside him a few times. The last time, I hit what I was hoping for. He quickly tensed up and his cock immediately shot his cum in thick jets, which I happily swallowed. His body was almost convulsing as he continued to cum. I counted nine strong jets of sperm shooting from his hard cock. At the last jet, he grabbed my head and pulled me off.I then looked around and saw no one else so I washed up and headed out to find more dick. My mouth had gotten. "I think you need a place to stick your tent pole, daddy," she said, regarding my erection. I took the rag and lathered soap into it. She put her hands behind her head, allowing me full access. I began washing her neck and chest, taking extra care on her supple breasts. I'd noticed how much she'd grown over the years, and now at 16, I could tell that as she got older, her breasts would only get bigger. Even more so once she got pregnant. As I got to her stomach, she took the rag from me. "You.