Jenna Turns 18 Ch. 01

A story of secrets revealed, because as soon as you turn eighteen, you're all grown up, right?

June 7th was the day the word "typical" left our lexicon for how we described our teenage daughter, Jenna. The day before, my Jenna was your typical, teenaged, high school graduate. She laid around the house, ignored the few little chores we still expected her to do, and back talked to her mother and me every chance she got. She was lazy, sassy, and everything else one might expect out of a seventeen year old. That's funny, because that was the first thing that changed on June 7th, our Jenna turned eighteen.

Cheryl, my wife, works as an operating room nurse and she had a surgery that morning. I woke up with her, pulling on a ratty pair of old shorts I sometimes wore when working out and t-shirt. While she showered and dressed, I made coffee and surfed the internet on my tablet. We chatted for a bit. Cheryl reminded me it was Jenna's birthday, gave me a kiss and left for work. I remember watching my wife's tight, tiny ass inside her hospital scrubs as she left. What can I say? Cheryl still does it for me. She's the reason I keep myself in shape, the last thing I'm going to do is let another man turn her head faster than I can.

It was Saturday and her birthday, I didn't bother to wake Jenna up. I drank coffee, surfed the 'net, and enjoyed the peace that was able to end. I remember looking at the clock when I heard Jenna upstairs. It was just after nine, earlier than I thought she would wake up. I heard the bathroom flush and then her feet on the stairs. "Welcome to adulthood!" I called out to her. One moment later, I found myself speechless.

"Thanks, Daddy," Jenna said as she skipped around the corner and into the kitchen as she usually did, heading right to the cabinet next to the sink for a coffee cup, like always. What was different was the way I was staring at her and what she was wearing. Okay, what she wasn't wearing, because she wasn't wearing a damn thing. My Jenna was completely naked from head-to-toe. My mind took a snapshot of her as she crossed into the kitchen, playing it back in detail. My mind studied her perky, bare breasts, narrow waist, and noticed her pussy was completely shaved. On tip-toes with her back to me, my mind took a second picture of her firm, round ass and how good her calf muscles looked. She gets her legs from her mother, my mind noted as my eyes absorbed her bareback.

"What the fuck?" were the first words I managed.

"Damn, Daddy, really?" Jenna asked, pouring a cup of coffee and flashing me a quick smile over her shoulder. Coffee cup in hand, she sat at the table as if nothing was wrong. I couldn't stop my eyes from looking at her tits, noticing the lack of a tan-line, how pink her nipples looked, and how her tits didn't look as small when she was topless as when they were sandwiched inside a sports bra. "Ooo, these chairs are cold when you're naked," she said, squirming a bit.

"Okay, so you know you're naked," I said feeling my mind doing NASCAR circles around the same track with the same results; lots of speed and motion without ever getting anywhere. "Can I ask why you're naked?"

"Because I'm eighteen now and I'm an adult, so it's okay for me to be naked in front of you."

"I'm still your father."

"I know, that's what makes it really kinky. Are you hard yet?"

"Excuse me?"

Jenna laughed at me, pissing me off. "If it helps you get hard, when I'm done with this cup of coffee, I'm going to go up to my room and play with myself. Did you want to watch?"

"I think I'll pass on that."

"Okay, but I'll leave my door open while I'm doing it in case you change your mind."

"I don't think I'm going to change my mind."

"Why not? Wouldn't it be hot to see a body like mine squirming around on the bed, all hot and bothered?" She cupped one of her breasts as she spoke, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Did you know I have a toy? It's not a vibrator, just a dildo. Hey, maybe you can get me a vibrator for my birthday!"

"I am not buying you a vibrator for your birthday."

"Maybe mom will."

"Want me to call her and ask?" I offered, calling her bluff. I didn't know what she up to, but there was no way she was going to get the best of me. I just wished she would stop playing with her nipple like that. It was easy to see how hard she had made her nipple. Aside from it looking hard, it had grown longer, too. One glance between her two breasts showed the differences, a glance I didn't want to make but couldn't stop myself from noticing, dammit. "If I call her, you have to ask," I said, hoping I was upping the ante.

"Fine, call her," Jenna said, her hand slipping beneath the table. "I'm getting really wet thinking about it." I saw the way her arm moved, she was rubbing herself beneath the table.

Without a better plan, I picked up my cell phone and called my wife. I was sure it would be a waste of time. If she was in surgery, she wouldn't have her phone with her and she had only been gone a couple hours. To my surprise, she answered on the first ring. "Hey! I was just getting ready to call you. Surgery got cancelled and I'm on my way home. Everything okay?" I put my phone on speaker so Jenna could hear both ends of the conversation.

"Not really. Things are a little weird here."

"How?" Cheryl asked. I could hear the concern in her voice. "Is everyone okay?"

Where do you start? I did what I guess every parent does, by assigning ownership of our kid to her. "Well, your newly minted eighteen year old daughter decided it was okay for her to come to breakfast naked and tell me how she wants a vibrator for her birthday."

I missed hearing Cheryl's reaction because of Jenna complaining, "Hey, you said I had to ask her for it!" I nodded at the phone sitting between us. "Yeah, so Dad's right, Mom. I'd really like a vibrator for my birthday. It doesn't need to be a big one, not like industrial strength or anything like yours. Maybe something like a pocket rocket or..." She stopped because Cheryl was talking.

"How the hell do you know I own a vibrator?"

"Fuck, you think I've never snooped inside your nightstand drawers? You have a whole collection of toys, Mom, and all I have is one dildo. It's pretty big, though. I can show it to you when you get home."

"When did you get a dildo?" Cheryl asked, sounding as shocked as I had been feeling.

"Doesn't really matter, does it? I have one and I like it and now I want to try a vibrator, too, so can you get me one? Please?" She sure didn't sound like an adult.

"Are you really naked right now?"

"As naked as I was eighteen years ago when you squeezed me out of your pussy."

"Jenna!" Cheryl and I said at the same time.

"Well that's how it happened, right? I wasn't a c-section, was I?"

"Why are you naked?" Cheryl asked.

Jenna sighed. "Because I can be. I'm an adult now, right? I can do any damn thing I want, except buy alcohol. Maybe I'll get a job at strip club. Hey Dad? Have you ever been inside that place by the airport? Do they get all the way naked there?"

"Stop it," Cheryl said.

"Stop what?"

"You are not getting a job at a strip club!"

"Fine," Jenna said, in that put-upon exasperated tone that only a teenage girl can summon. "Hey, I was going to go play with myself, but I can wait if you're going to bring home a vibrator for me." I shook my head and she misinterpreted what I meant. "Yeah, you're probably right, Dad. I can do it now and later! Good idea!"

"What the fuck?" Cheryl yelled into her phone. (Technically, at her windshield, since our state has a law that cell phones have to be hands-free.)

"I told Daddy he could watch me do it if he wanted," Jenna said, confessing to her own actions. "You can, too, if you want. Shit, you can both help if you want."

"Young lady, you'll do nothing of the sort until I get home!" Cheryl snapped. I could hear the heat in her voice. "And stay the fuck away from husband!"

"Okay, then hurry. I think he got hard when I started playing with my nipple," Jenna said before hanging up the phone in the middle of Cheryl's next tirade. "Well, I don't think she's going to stop and get me a vibrator, do you?"

Cheryl and I have a policy we've used since we first became parents to Jenna's older brother (who had taken an internship out of state, so Matt was missing this entire piece of our lives). The policy is simple, only one of us are allowed to be mad at a kid at a time. Hearing Cheryl blowing her top calmed me down, allowing me to take a different approach. "Sweetheart, can we talk about this?" I asked Jenna. "Like adults, okay?"

"Sure, what's to talk about?"

"Look, I know you're legal now and able to do all sorts of things you couldn't do before, but that's doesn't mean you should do those things."

"So I can't be naked in my own house?"

"Technically, it's not your house, it's my house. Mine and your mom's house."

"So, if I want to be naked, I have to move out?"

"Do we walk around naked in front of you and talk about playing with ourselves?"

"You can if you want. Especially now. Now it's legal and everything."

"Jenna, why don't you go put some clothes on before your mom gets home."

"Why don't you just deal with it?" she smarted back and it was all I could do to keep my cool. "Better yet, why don't you get naked and let me see that big dick of yours?"

"Thank is not going to happen," I assured her, as cool as I could be.

"Wanna bet?" she asked.

Our conversation didn't last any longer. Cheryl had been closer to home that I thought. She left her car parked in the driveway and stormed in the front door to find us sitting at the kitchen table. She was red faced with anger. "Get upstairs and put some clothes on before I kick your skinny, naked ass," she hissed at Jenna in a tone I had never heard Cheryl use. It worked, because Jenna didn't argue or risk back talking. Instead, she got up from the table, carefully walked around her mother, and went upstairs. "What the fuck?" Cheryl asked me as soon as Jenna was gone.

"You tell me. She came downstairs that way and then started talking about how she was going to play with herself and I could watch."

"Did you say something to her?"

That pissed me off. "Oh yeah, I asked her if she would let me watch," I spat, acid dripping from words. "What do you think I said? I asked her why the hell she was naked and what the fuck was going on. And then she started in on this whole 'I want a vibrator for my birthday' bullshit."

"What if I had been in surgery?"

"I don't know," I said. "I mean, I wasn't going to go watch her, if that's what you mean."

"No," Cheryl said, sitting down in the chair across from where Jenna had been sitting. Cheryl touched my hand, reminding me she was on my side. Before we could say anything else to each other, Jenna was back. As clothes, she had pulled on a long t-shirt. I couldn't see, but I guessed that was all she was wearing. She sure wasn't wearing a bra, that much was obvious. In her hand, she was carrying a long, blue latex dildo. "What is that?" Cheryl asked.

"George," Jenna said, setting it on the table.

"Would you please take George off my table?" Cheryl asked.

"Yeah, I just thought you might want to see him so you know I wasn't lying about him."

"How long have you had George?" Cheryl asked.

"Does it really matter? Let's just say the magic dildo fairy brought him to me right after midnight last night."

"And how long have you been snooping in my nightstand?"

"How long have I been able to climb up the stairs?"

After Cheryl rolled her eyes, her gaze landed on me for help. "Jenna? You're mom and I are just trying to understand why everything changed."

"I told you, because I turned eighteen. Now it's legal for me to be open about my sexuality and you guys can be open about yours, too."

"Maybe we don't want to be open about our sexuality," I said.

"Really? I can't ask questions anymore? Does this mean I still have to answer yours?"

If there was a question in my mind about her being an adult, it vanished with her ability to reason. Jenna was a good girl, a former track star in high school, an avid runner, and a nearly straight A student. As far as we could tell, she never drank, smoked, or had experimented with drugs. Aside from being a lazy, smart-mouthed teenager, she was great. Cheryl and I aren't ignorant. We talked behind her back. We had made guesses about which boyfriend had been her first and Cheryl had even suggested that Jenna might go both ways. "I don't know for sure, but some of her friends are damn dyke-ish," had been her words, which were funny, because I knew my wife went both ways, too.

"If you want to keep living in this house, you damn well better answer our questions," Cheryl snapped, still in the role of the heavy.

"But what about MY questions?" Jenna insisted in that bratty way of hers.

"Okay, like what?" I asked, hoping to diffuse some of the anger. I put my hand on top of Cheryl's, keeping her quiet with my touch. She squeezed my hand, letting me take the lead again. "Well?" I asked. "What kind of questions do you have?"

Jenna stared at each of us for a long beat before asking, "So how often do the two of you do it?"

Unwilling to make anything easy on her, I asked, "Do what?"

"Make love? The nasty? Fuck?" Jenna said. If she was hoping to shock, she didn't. I think the shock factor had worn off when she appeared for her morning cup of coffee naked and talking about masturbating.

"Damn near every day," I said. "Sometimes, twice a day." I was hoping my candor might turn the tables on her. It didn't.

"Can I watch?"

"No," I said, refusing to let her question get a rise out of me.

"Does it bother you that I own a dildo?"

"Not especially," I said, keeping my answers as short as I could.

"Do you want to watch me use it?"

"Not really."

"But you know I'm going to, right?"

"Whatever."

"And I'm not going to close my door when I do it."

I didn't say a word.

"And I don't care if either one of you watches or both of you."

"Then go for it," Cheryl said. She still had that angry edge to her voice, but I guess exactly what she was doing.

"I will."

"No, right here. Right now. If you're so hell bent on using your dildo in front of us, go for it," Cheryl snapped. "Get yourself off and we'll go vibrator shopping together."

"You don't think I will," Jenna said, picking up the sex toy she had laid on the empty chair when Cheryl told her to take it off the table.

That's when Cheryl moved in for the kill. I squeezed her hand, proud of how well she had played Jenna. The bitchy, angry tone was instantly gone from her voice. In that heartbeat, she had switched from angry mom to worried and concerned mom. It was fucking perfect. "Honey," she said, her voice and soothing. "I don't know what you're going to do, but if it's really that important to you for us to watch you masturbate, then we're here for you, baby. Just like always. We're your parents and we love you."

"So you'll really watch?" our daughter asked, not sticking to the script. "And it's okay if I do it right here in the kitchen?"

"If that's what you need to do, dear," Cheryl said in her kindest mommy voice.

"If I do it, you have to promise you'll let me finish and not go all thermo-nuclear on me again. Will you promise?" Jenna asked, licking the tip of the blue dildo. It felt so wrong to see my precious daughter holding the damn thing in the first place, but seeing her licking the tip of its cock-shaped head shot through me. It was as shocking as seeing her naked and shaved again. I froze, trusting my wife's gambit. Surely Cheryl had taken all the lust out of the idea, hadn't she?

"I promise, snook'ums," she said, laying it on thick with all her endearments. "If it's something you need to do, we'll just watch quietly until you're done." I don't think Cheryl could be more pandering and condescending.

"Cool!" Jenna said, pushing her chair backwards until she was in the middle of the kitchen. "Can you see okay, Mom?"

"Yes dear," Cheryl said. Like me, I'm sure she was still trying to call Jenna's bluff. I don't believe Cheryl thought anything more was going to happen, even after Jenna stripped off her t-shirt. (And I had been right with my earlier guess, that's all she was wearing.) See her naked again had lost its shock value. Yes, it was disturbing, but not as disturbing as the first time or as what happened next.

Jenna slouched down in her chair, sliding her ass to the front edge and parting her knees wide enough to show us every part of her eighteen year old womanhood. Her pussy lips looked puffy and excited and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized Jenna hadn't been bluffing. She laid the dildo across her flat stomach, opened her pussy with two fingers on her left hand, and ran a finger against her exposed parts. I couldn't stop myself from noticing how both of Jenna's nipples looked stiff as she closed her eyes and pushed her index finger deep inside her pussy. "Mm," she purred.

"Look at us," Cheryl said, a bit of the former sharpness back in her voice. "If you want us to watch, then you have to watch us watching." I had to appreciate Cheryl's ability to call Jenna on it, because I was speechless. My mouth had gone completely dry and I knew I wouldn't be able to make a sound.

"Like this?" Jenna asked, staring at her mom. "Is this how you like to do it, too? Do you start with just your fingers?" Cheryl remained quiet. "Come on, Mom, is it?"

"None of your business," Cheryl replied, frost dripping off her words.

"You've seen her do it, haven't you, Dad? Is this how she does it?"

"I don't remember," I said, my voice cracking from the dryness inside my mouth and throat.

"I thought guys liked to watch pretty girls do this," my daughter said, now using two fingers inside her pussy and each time her fingers reappeared from being inside her pussy, they glistened from her wetness. "I know I'd like to see Mom do this. I think you're beautiful."

"Don't," Cheryl said.

"I'm serious. You're fucking gorgeous. All my boyfriends notice you, like all the time. They call you a MILF. Do you know what a MILF is?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife nod her head. "And they want to fuck you. Hell, they want to do anything they can to you. I hope I stay as pretty as you." Cheryl didn't have a comment. Jenna looked at me as she picked up her toy in her left hand. She didn't start using, she was just holding it across her stomach. "And my girlfriends sure like you, Daddy. Even the gay ones think you're hot looking, you know, for a guy. You know Rachel?" Rachel was one of the girls on Jenna's cross country team and one of the girls Cheryl had met when she said she thought Jenna might go both ways. "Rachel said she would let you have her virginity. And she's eighteen now, too. Would you do that, Dad? I mean, if Mom would let you, of course." I shook my head.

Jenna held up her dildo. "I've used this on Rachel, so I guess she's not really a virgin anymore. I took her cherry with this. But I don't think it counts unless a man does it with his dick, does it?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Well, you let me know if you want to do her, because she sure wants to do you." Jenna looked at her mom again. "Both of you. She's hot on you, too. As hot as any of my guy friends." Jenna moved the toy between her legs, at first rubbing her slit with it before tracing down from her clit to her pussy and pushing it inside of her. "Oh yeah," she moaned as it slid inside. Her right hand moved to caress her clit as her left hand worked the toy. I could smell her sex, worse, I could hear it, too. The toy made soft, squishy noises as she worked it in and out of her pussy. I gave Cheryl a wide-eyed look of panic. She squeezed my hand and nodded that I should keep watching Jenna, but I don't she got it. I don't think she understood. I wasn't looking at her in panic because of what Jenna was doing, I looked at her because of what was happening inside my shorts. My cock couldn't resist the allure of this finely honed, naked teenager fucking herself in front of me. My cock didn't care if it was my daughter. All my cock cared about was letting me know it wanted to play, too.