Things changed a lot, as expected, when my mother died. Us kids were all grown by then with our own homes and families. But that left me father alone. Dad and I were always very close and I tried my best to keep him company. My house was only a few blocks away from dad so we'd usually have coffee in the morning and I'd fix him breakfast on the weekends.
It was a blazing hot summer day! My daughter was home from college and had a couple of friends over to "beat the heat" in my swimming pool. Dad had been here since the morning and I could see his eyes light up when he saw the girls in their bikinis.
"You dirty old man," I elbowed him in the ribs.
"You can't blame a man for just enjoying the view," he retorted with a flushed face.
"Well, I certainly don't have a figure like the girls but I am going to change and get in the pool too. I'll leave you out some of Ryan's trunks and you can join us."
"Oh, I don't want to ruin the girls having fun by an old man joining them," dad scoffed.
"Dad, you aren't THAT old!" I said, kissing his cheek. "C'mon it will be fun!"
It felt wonderful to relax in the pool! I could tell that dad was having a good time as well. My father was never a crude man. He was always fairly strict and well-mannered. But he was also funny and lovable. It did surprise me a little by the way he was looking at the girls while they tossed the ball around the pool.
My daughter, Bethany, has always been a little heavy like me. Susan and Jenny were both lovely young girls with bodies that would knock out any guy. I suppose my father was no exception. So, I guess it didn't surprise me much seeing dad "get an eyeful" watching the girls wiggle and jiggle in and out of the pool.
What did surprise me was the way dad was acting. He started getting very quiet, which was very unlike him. Then, he got out of the pool and was gone for a long time. I was concerned if he was feeling alright and went inside to check on him. Hmm, he wasn't in the bathroom. Did dad go back home? No, his car was still in the driveway. I went to get another towel from my bathroom and there was dad in my bedroom. He was looking at the girls through the blinds of my window. When he heard me, he instantly fumbled with the trunks he was wearing. My dad was jacking off watching the girls play in the pool!
"Dad! What's going on?" I blurted in my surprise.
Then I instantly felt guilty about catching dad in the act. I didn't mean to shock him so by my presence but it was my first reaction.
"I need to go," poppa said, and went to the bathroom to change.
Just minutes later, dad was dressed and out the door. No matter what I said I couldn't change his mind even though I pleaded with him to stay. He was embarrassed and humiliated and wouldn't listen to me. I called him later that night, trying to tell him it was okay but he cut me off abruptly.
It took a few days before I got dad to come over for coffee. I gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek while he started in with his apologies.
"It's okay, dad. Come and sit and I'll get you some coffee."
"I'm sorry, honey...I couldn't help myself seeing those girls...and well," dad stumbled.
I tried to lighten things up by lightly punching him in the stomach.
"Well you are a man after all! Those girls are young and pretty, dad. It's good to know you still have some spunk in you," I ribbed him playfully, wondering if he got my sly joke.
I made pop some biscuits and sausage gravy, his favorite, and before long we were simply having a good time like we always did.
"You know, Ann, it hasn't been easy for me after your mother died," dad said, darkening the mood.
"Oh don't start up with that! I'm a big girl daddy. I know how you guys can be. The fact that you're my father doesn't mean that you don't need to jerk off!" I blurted.
"Annie!" dad said in surprise.
"Oh come on dad! Let's not mince words. We are both adults, hell I'm 42 years old dad! It's okay and normal that you need to masturbate, I do it too ya know!"
"You shouldn't be talking about this," dad flushed as he said it.
