Chapter 10

"Grrr! I want more! Where's the bottle?" She sat up in the bed and started looking all around, as if she was going to find a half-opened jar of some honey-like substance somewhere in the room. She leaned this way and that, sending her huge globes in motion. A couple of times she moved quickly and then stopped just as fast, causing her melons to crash into each other and slowly bounce apart.

I was still desperately holding my cock and balls. I must admit that I was doing a little bit of squeezing of the shaft, because I was that horny!

There were additional reasons to believe she thought she was eating a remnant of a late night snack. She was on a whole variety of sports teams at school and worked hard to keep her weight down. She'd been on a strict diet the past two weeks, and as we sometimes do when she diets, my wife and I had been sneaking bowls of ice cream and other desserts into our bed at night, so our daughter wouldn't have to see us eating such things.

Our master bedroom was a bit of a mess, and there were two bowls and spoons on the bed stand, plus a couple of cookie and candy wrappers there or in the trash can next to it. Michelle got on all fours on my bed and crawled around until she found all of this evidence. Somehow, she managed to wiggle her ass in my face as she was searching – one of her tanned ass cheeks actually brushed up against my nose!

But she didn't find what she was looking for.

So she turned around and went back to the puddle. That meant she was sitting right next to where I was cupping my privates, but she made no comment about that or my total nudity. She did smirk and smile constantly, though.

There was still some of the "goo" left. She looked at me and said in an imitation of Homer Simpson's voice, "Mmmm. Free goo." Then she licked up yet more. "Where does the goo come from, Daddy? Can you show me where it comes from? I want more yummy goo!"

I was about ready to die. There I was, lying completely naked in my own bed with only my hands to protect me, my erection throbbing while barely covered by my fingers, and my nearly naked daughter was licking my cum into her mouth! Then she wants to see where it comes from.

I have half a mind to take my hands away from my groin and shove my stiffness into her face. "Here! You want to know? Here! Here's a fresh batch! Lick it!" I'd shove my hard-on into her mouth, grab her hair, and fuck her face without restraint!

Of course I can't do that. I'm a loyal husband and a respectable father – mostly. But damn if she isn't tempting me to do just that! Everyone has their limits. God damn her and those huge torpedo tits of hers! I should punish her insolence by fucking her face!

It took me some long moments to calm my breathing. Finally, I said, "I can't tell you where it comes from. Sorry. Your mother wouldn't approve."

She looked at me strangely, and said, "I wouldn't be so sure."

But before I could respond to that, she scooted closer and leaned way over my chest. That set her big tits dangling down, exposing her nipples again (not like they were really covered in her harem pajamas though).

"Daddy, you don't have to tell me where it's from, but my diet's actually coming to an end tomorrow. How about… you give me another batch of goo, and I'll promise not to ask you or Mom where it comes from, and I'll forget all about it. Just pour me a couple of teaspoons into a glass and I'll be happy! It's probably a good thing you don't tell me what it is, because I'd want to lick it up all hours of day and night forever and ever, and then I'd blow my diet for sure!"

This was really extremely not good! For one thing, she'd put the image in my mind of her sucking on my erection all day long, with me shooting load after load of hot "yummy goo" into the back of her throat. I could clearly picture the sight of one of her cheeks bulging out, as her mouth made room for my heavy cock on her tongue. I could practically feel her lips and tongue on it, licking and sucking, for hours and hours and hours. And all the while she'd be almost dressed in her harem pajamas that are barely covering up her big knockers and are barely even opaque – at the right angle.

For another thing, if she lowered herself over my chest a bit more, her nipples would actually brush against my bare chest! The chest my heart was about to pound right out of! What was going on?! Even if she didn't realize she was eating my cum, she was going far beyond any previous tickle attack.

The problem is, my wife is right: I really do have an overactive imagination. Sometimes when I imagine, it's almost as good as reality. Almost, but not quite. I wanted the real thing, and that scared me!

I was completely honest and open with my wife, but how could I explain this situation to her? Of course I didn't plan on volunteering the information, but if she asked a direct question I'd have to answer it honestly. It was better if the whole incident was just forgotten, and it was especially important that Michelle didn't ask Mindy about the puddle of "yummy goo" she found in our bed, or I'd have to answer some painful questions for sure. I'd die of shame! Mindy would be cracking jokes about this at my expense until the end of time! But on the other hand, it wasn't like I would ever hand her a glass of my fresh cum and tell her to drink up.

So I did the only sensible thing I could do: I stalled for time, hoping that she'd forget. "Um, I'll think about it."

"Think about it? Grrr!" She growled playfully like a tiger. She raised herself up so she was kneeling on the bed and stuck her hands out like they were tiger's claws. But when she'd been leaning way over my chest her pajama top had ridden to the top of her breasts, and it had gotten stuck like that! It wasn't actually much different since her top made her effectively topless, but psychologically, seeing her breasts bared was a shocker! Of course, she was topless around me most of the time lately, but not while I was buck naked and she had the taste of my cum in her mouth!

She said, "I'll tell you what. I'll let you get off easy if you tell me now. Or else I'm going to have to tickle it out of you!"

She scooted closer with her hands still outstretched like paws about to strike. She still didn't seem to realize her pajama top had ridden up so high, or maybe she didn't care.

I couldn't allow another tickle attack, not with the way I was completely naked and barely covering a very insistently throbbing boner. I said, "Oh no you don't. In case you didn't notice, I'm naked and have to get dressed. So run along. That's an order." I didn't often give orders, so to soften it, I added, "Your dad does have to get up at some point. Will I be lucky enough to eat another one of your outstanding breakfasts?"

She'd shown no signs of backing down, but with that last comment of mine her eyes grew big all of a sudden. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. Then she bounded off the bed and ran out of the room. Obviously she'd left something on in the kitchen; she'd probably burned something.

What a relief! I thought to myself. I was finally able to pull the sheets up all the way, now that it didn't matter. I closed my bedroom door, went to the master bathroom that was just a few feet away from my bed, and turned on the shower. But before I got cleaned up, I masturbated like a sex-mad lunatic.

When that was over and I'd found some blissful release, I tried to put two and two together and think. Aside from the question of whether or not she knew what the "goo" was, the fact that she'd been so bold as to pull my covers off demanded an explanation. She'd clearly taken her teasing to a whole new level.

I thought back to the strange conversation I'd had with my wife the night before. I'd finally explained how much my daughter was teasing me and the fact that I was getting aroused over it. I had expected her to go ballistic. But no. Instead, she seemed to actually welcome the teasing as a way to get me more excited and spice up our love life.

Is it a coincidence that we just had that discussion, and now my daughter has taken her teasing to a whole new level? Perhaps Shelle had been listening in on us? I've had my suspicions that she's spied on Min and me when we made love sometimes, but I couldn't prove anything. But even if she had been, the door was completely closed and our voices weren't that loud. She wouldn't have been able to hear more than a few snippets of conversation when our voices were raised, I'm sure of it.

Was it possible that Min had told her about our discussion this morning before she left for work? That certainly would explain a lot of things. But if that's true, it means I would be in for a hell of a time, if this kind of teasing is going to be the new normal!

Holy hell!

I shook it off as a mystery demanding more investigation. I would need to talk to Mindy when she got home, because I wasn't likely to get a straight answer from Michelle.