Parent-Teacher-Student Conference

Once his zipper was down Mr. Hall reached in through the flap of his briefs to grasp hold of his stiff cock. This felt so terribly wrong, but it also felt so terribly good. His cock was yearning to be clenched and squeezed, and Mr. Hall did not disappoint it. He got a firm grip on the swollen shaft and wrenched it from his pants.

"Daddy!" Julie squealed, as her eyes were cast upon the sight of her father's naked stiff dick.

Of course, she had to be at least somewhat impressed. Mr. Hall did have a pretty nice full, long, thick cock, with a bright swollen and shiny purple crown topping the straight, smooth firm shaft.

"It's pretty impressive, isn't it, Julie," Mr. Peters suggested. "Have any of your boyfriends had a penis this big?"

Now, that was a tough question for any daughter to answer. Does she admit to her father that she has seen better? Or, does she lie? Which would her father prefer? Julie didn't say anything, but she did shake her head "no," indicating that she hadn't as she gingerly hung her panties on his erection, being careful not to actually make physical contact.

Mr. Hall couldn't help but smile as his daughter laid her girlish panties over his penis. It was so nice to receive your daughter's admiration, which Mr. Hall hadn't experienced for some time. He felt a bit self-conscious though, standing there with his cock jutting from his pants, his daughter's panties hanging from it, the only man in the room to be so exhibited. But, still, when it's for the appreciation of one's daughter, it was well worth it.

Lisa, though, wasn't so happy. "C'mon daddy, show me yours too! I bet you have an even bigger one!"

Mr. Lewis now realized that he probably should have immediately removed his cock, beating Mr. Hall out of the gate. Perhaps that way he could have avoided a direct comparison. Now he was provided with explicit competition, and as he glanced at Mr. Hall's manly truncheon, he wasn't too sure he would in fact measure up. He again hesitated, but then realized that Mr. Brown might jump the gun as well and put even further pressure on him. He would hate to come in last place, both in speed and size. He quickly finished unzipping and extracted his cock.

"Oh daddy!" Lisa exclaimed with glee, clapping her hands with delight. "My daddy's got the biggest one!" She proudly hung her panties on her father's impressively engorged cock, even giving him a brief squeeze as she did so, smiling up at him, letting him know that her squeeze would be their little secret.

"Now, Lisa," Mr. Lewis reminded her, "size is not what's important," but there was clearly a smile on his face.

Frankly, Mr. Hall might in fact be a bit longer, but Mr. Lewis was certainly thicker, a very impressively stocky cock.

Julie was appalled at her father exposing his erection to her, but blood can be thicker than even Mr. Lewis' cock, and she jumped to her father's defense. "My father's is definitely bigger," by which she meant longer, but she preferred to describe it as bigger.

"No it's not!" Lisa quickly shot back.

"Now, now, girls," Mr. Peters, almost as quickly, interjected. He was very pleased to see the girls stand up for their fathers but he was not about to have this deteriorate into a cock fight. "Let's behave. We must be respectful of each other."

"Yes sir," Lisa dutifully replied but, her actual opinion not having changed, she glanced at her father's cock and gave him a little smile, her hands clasped behind her bottom. as she wagged her hips back and forth.

Mr. Lewis smiled back. His daughter was such a pretty little thing. She must drive the boys wild. She was certainly driving him wild. He was so glad he had volunteered to participate in this parent-student conference. This was nothing like it had been in high school.

Mr. Brown though was feeling like a third wheel. He glanced at his daughter.

Emily replied, with not much enthusiasm, "Go ahead, daddy." She was resigning herself to her fate as she stepped out of her panties. She had to admit, if she was being entirely honest, that a part of her was also a bit curious. Frankly, she was concerned that her father might not measure up. No girl wants to see her father publicly fail, as a man. She so wished her father had not volunteered to participate in this parent-student conference.

Mr. Brown wasn't especially enthusiastic about this himself. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his penis. Few men are, nor should any be. But, still, not too many men show their penises to their daughters, at least not when they're erect. He could feel his heart racing as he lowered his zipper, as well as the eyes of everyone in the room fixed on him, perhaps pleased that they were no longer the focus of attention. He sped up, realizing that the anxiety was making him lose his erection. It was perhaps odd to be concerned about that. He could claim that he was the only man who was not perversely aroused by his daughter. Yet, was that really what he wanted his daughter to think, that he was now so old that it was difficult for him to get an erection? Or, even worse, that he was the only father who didn't find his daughter attractive?

The anxiety over losing his erection, however, only made it worse. By the time he extracted his penis it was only half-erect. "Sorry," he quietly mumbled, feeling that he had indeed let his daughter down. There was no point in having Emily hang her panties on his penis. They would just slip off.

Emily was surprised at the fact that she was feeling disappointed. She should feel proud; proud that her father was not such a pervert. But, the fact was she didn't feel that way at all. If they were going to go down this path she wanted it to be successful.

Mr. Peters could see the disappointment in his student's eyes. "Don't be concerned, Mr. Brown," he said, trying to reassure her, and him, "it's been awhile since your daughter was showing you her bottom."

That was a good point.

"Emily," he added, "perhaps you could help your father become the man he was before."

"What?!"

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Before Mrs. Parker could object, Miss Harding took her hand and led it to her son's stiff dick.

Mrs. Parker's heart raced with excitement and shock as her fingers touched the skin of her son's hard naked cock. It was so strange, so disturbing, yet so provocative, so astounding. It reminded her of the very first time she touched a boy's hard penis. It too had felt at the time like it was something taboo, so terribly wrong but even more thrilling. She wrapped her fingers around her son's shaft.

"Mother," Alan gasped. There was perhaps nothing better than the affectionate touch of a mother's hand on one's erect cock, and never had Alan felt it so intensely, so wondrously. He closed his eyes and basked in the pleasure of his mother's fingers wrapping tightly around his dick.

Mrs. Theale had not hesitated, and with a smile on her face she had reached out and took a firm hold of her son's cock, smiling as she looked straight into his lust-filled eyes. She knew her son so very well, and she could see that he had never been happier. Well, actually, he had been this happy many times in his life, particularly on his birthdays or at Christmas when he was a little boy, his wishes and dreams coming so very true. It was nice to see that expression on his face once again. A mother so much enjoys making her son happy, seeing that blissful smile on his face. She sighed with deep satisfaction as she gripped and squeezed his shaft, her thumb lightly caressing his shiny swollen knob.

Miss Harding let go of Mrs. Parker's hand and turned her attention to the third mother. "Mrs. Sanders, please, join us. Don't be shy. He won't bite."

She was not, of course, worried about that. The problem was that, as soon as Miss Harding had suggested that the mothers take hold of their sons' cocks, Alex had swelled up to almost full size. Mrs. Sanders now had a much better appreciation of her son's striking size. She was impressed; very, very impressed. "My gracious, Alex," she softly exclaimed.

Alex's cock swelled even further. Every son likes to impress his mother. As a child Alex had so much enjoyed showing off for her, displaying how he could pee on his own when he was a very, very little boy, doing magic tricks when he was older, playing baseball when he was a teenager, and now, as a young man, he was displaying his proudest achievement to date: sporting a really quite remarkably splendid erection.

"Take it into your hand," Miss Harding again softly suggested.

Mrs. Sanders reached out and cautiously, gingerly, wrapped the fingers of her right hand around her son's so very thick shaft. Its length was rivaled only by its girth. She had never before held a cock in her hand that felt this big. It was really so strange, to have the biggest cock she held be that of her son, even bigger than his father's. Was that really possible? Well, of course, it had to be possible; otherwise cocks would get smaller and smaller with each generation. That wouldn't be very good.

She brought in her left hand and used both of them to firmly grip, and then explore, her son's shaft, drawing her fingers, her fists, up and down the thick trunk, noticing how the knob brightened and swelled as she squeezed and pumped more blood into the big rounded crown.

She swallowed with tension, and lust, an undeniable impulse to take this big juicy plum into her mouth suddenly appearing in her mind, and then just as quickly forced out.

Miss Harding broke the silence. "I imagine you have all drifted apart somewhat from your sons. Now, don't feel ashamed about that. That's not unexpected when he reaches his teen years. But, fortunately, it's never too late to renew the very personal, special, and intimate bond between a mother and her son. Please, each of you, give your son a tender motherly kiss."

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"Yes, please," Mr. Peters continued. "Take hold of your father's penis and see if you can make it happy. That would be very helpful."

Emily asked incredulously, "You want me to take hold of my father's penis?" This was a professorial request that did seem to warrant verification.

"Well, actually, more than that, Emily. I want you to stroke it for a bit, at least until he's up to full strength. That way everyone will have a better appreciation of it. We don't want to leave today with a false impression in everybody's mind regarding your father. Don't you agree, Mr. Brown?"

Mr. Brown didn't know what to say. Frankly, the very thought of his daughter handling his cock was already helping to bring it back to full strength, but he could barely admit such a thing to himself, and certainly not to Emily. "Um, well...if you think it's important, for the exercise, I mean, you know, for the meeting."

"Oh yes, yes, of course. Go ahead now, Emily."

Emily began to reach out for her father's cock, but hesitated halfway there.

Mr. Peters inquired, "You have handled a boy's penis before, have you not, Emily?"

"Well, yes, of course," Emily replied, her face reddening at the suggestion that she might be an entirely innocent and naive girl.

Mr. Brown though didn't quite like hearing that. He would like to think that his daughter was still a virtuous little girl. She certainly looked innocent enough, with her freckles, large round green eyes, perky little nose, and naturally rosy cheeks. Her light brown hair was split in the center of her head and tightly wound into two long pigtails. He couldn't imagine her actually giving a boy a handjob.

But, of course, his daughter must have at least some experience by now. He began to think of which boys she had dated that she might have masturbated. He certainly hoped she had never jerked off that Tompkins boy. He was such an arrogant little prick.

Mr. Peters suggested, "Perhaps, Emily, you would like Lisa or Julie to do it for you?"

Julie looked away. She really didn't want to masturbate a strange man in front of her father.

Lisa though considered it to be a nice opportunity to show off for her father, perhaps even make him feel a little jealous. "Oh, I will be happy to help, Mr. Peters," she offered. "I'm very good at masturbating boys."

Mr. Lewis furrowed his brow, not quite sharing his daughter's enthusiasm for masturbating just any man who happened to expose himself. What kind of daughter had he raised? On the other hand, he couldn't help but imagine what it might be like to watch his daughter masturbate a boy. He had almost caught her with a guy once in the downstairs den. They were supposedly doing homework while watching TV on the couch, but the way they suddenly scrambled when they heard him coming down the stairs sounded rather suspicious. Plus, the young man's shirt was not well tucked in, and there seemed to be a distinct bulge in his pants. He got an erection himself that night, wondering if perhaps he might actually quietly sneak down the stairs and witness his daughter in action.

He felt a little guilty about having such a thought. Fathers though must get such impulses on some occasions, mustn't they? That's got to be perfectly normal. Gracious, daughters can at times dress, pose, and behave so provocatively. Some times it seems like it's even on purpose.

What was wrong was to act on it, or to even behave in such a manner that would somehow encourage it. Mr. Lewis never did that. Well, at least not until now, and one really couldn't say this was his fault. He glanced down and again admired Lisa's white cotton panties hanging from his erection. Goodness, imagine his daughter masturbating him!

"No, no," Emily intercepted, "I'll do it." She wasn't about to have that flirtatious Lisa Lewis masturbate her father right in front of her. She reached the rest of the way for her father's penis.

"Geez Louise, daddy," she softly exclaimed as her little fingers wrapped around the shaft, which quickly began to swell at the gentle touch of her fingers.

Mr. Brown sighed with deep satisfaction. A girl's soft, little feminine fingers grasping one's cock always felt so, so good. He had not felt such a sensation for many years. It wasn't that the fingers of his wife did not provide intense pleasure and joy. He loved his wife and, even to this day, has maintained an active, healthy sex life. But, variety is the spice of life, and it was truly unique for the fingers to be those of his own seemingly innocent daughter. It was not long before his cock was at full strength.

"Wonderful, wonderful work, Emily," Mr. Peters observed.

Heck, Emily thought, she had hardly even stroked him. Boys did tend to react pretty quickly to the touch of her hand, but never like this! She draped her panties over her father's stout erection. Well, at least that was done.

"Now, rub your fist up and down the shaft, Emily, very slowly, very sensually," Mr. Peters instructed, "guys like that sort of thing."

Emily rolled her eyes: again the suggestion that she didn't know how to do this sort of thing. She began to stroke her father's cock, very firmly yet very slowly, even using her panties on it. She would show Mr. Peters she knew a thing or two.

"Emily," Mr. Brown gasped, his eyes drifting shut, his head leaning back, letting himself get lost in the bliss of his daughter's young hand so nicely working his cock through her panties. Goodness, no daughter had ever provided her father with a more loving gesture.

Lisa was denied access to Mr. Brown's cock, and now she had to suffer the ignominy of standing on the sideline while Emily got to play with her father's cock. This was definitely not the least bit fair, as she was the one who had in fact volunteered! She immediately got down on her knees.

"Lisa!" Mr. Lewis exclaimed in shock at the sight of his daughter kneeling in front of him.

It wasn't like it didn't have its appeal. She looked so precious kneeling before him, her red pony tail hanging down behind her, her pretty freckled face looking up at him from beneath his jutting cock. His dick never looked bigger, as it traversed from her chin to her forehead. She gave him a very sweet, precious smile as she reached up and took his dick into her girlish hands.

She said in her high-pitched voice, "I still think you have the biggest penis, daddy."

"Now, Lisa," Mr. Lewis half-heartedly protested. "I don't think your mother..."

She cut him off. "Mommy doesn't have to know, daddy. It will be our little secret."

Mr. Lewis though knew that no such secret could ever really be held, nor would he want to have such a secret from his wife. It wasn't clear whom he loved more: his wife or his daughter. He would never place one before the other, at least in his heart.

"Don't be concerned, Mr. Lewis, Lisa," Mr. Peters reassured them. "If Mrs. Lewis has any concerns about this exercise, just have her give me a call." At the moment, he wasn't entirely sure what he would in fact say to Mrs. Lewis if she did happen to call, but he was confident that he and Miss Harding would be able to address any concerns that might be raised.

Mr. Lewis was indeed reassured, and grateful, as he so much enjoyed the feel of his daughter's fingers exploring his shaft, tracing so lightly and lovingly across his knob, gently fondling his big hanging balls. He was a bit suspicious though as to why she was so good at this. It wasn't like her mother taught her, albeit it was so striking how her fingers reminded him of his wife's, when she was much younger.

Julie knew that it was now her turn, or at least that she had put this off as long as she could. She reached out to take hold of her father's penis, as if she was reaching to grasp hold of a hot stinging rod.

As soon as her fingers made contact she was jolted by a rush of adrenaline through her loins, heat generating between her thighs. Perhaps it was something instinctual about touching a guy's cock. She did always enjoy the first, initial contact. It could also be because it was so big. Size didn't matter, she supposed, but she was always impressed by a really big one.

Perhaps most likely though it was because it was her father's. This was so wickedly wrong, so terribly immoral. Yet, much of sex had always felt that way to her: the first time she planted her lips on a penis, the first time she had let a guy in her mouth, the first time she let a guy cum on her face. There were so many times she doubted whether she should do it, whether the act was just too wickedly wrong. Yet, each time she went through with it she never regretted the decision. In fact, the fact that it was so wicked made the act all the more tantalizingly exciting. "Mmmmmmmm," she softly whimpered as she explored her father's tall straight cock, shifting her panties aside so that she could feel the whole thing.

Lisa could not restrain herself any longer. She got up higher on her knees, smiled coquettishly up at her father with her large round green eyes, opened her mouth real wide, and then leaned forward to take her daddy's big swollen red knob into her mouth.

"Oh no," gasped Mr. Lewis, his eyes shocked to see the mouth of his precious Lisa stretched wide around the thick shaft of his stout dick. She did have a habit of biting off more than she could chew.

Frankly, there was no way he would approve of his daughter giving head to some guy at college. That just wasn't right! The thought was appalling to him. He could hardly then allow her to do such a thing to him.

He was awash with confusion as her elfish tongue began to lick and lap away at his knob, like a little kitty, so hungry, so thirsty.

Mr. Lewis twitched and squirmed. Yes, it was wrong; perhaps terribly, terribly wrong, but it was equally so terribly, terribly wonderful. "Oh fuck, Lisa," her father gasped, using language that normally he would forbid from his daughter's mouth, and it was precisely her mouth that caused it to come from his own lips. If she kept this up something else may come from his lips, this time the lips of his cock, back into her mouth. His wife really wouldn't be happy about that.