I Don’t Wanna Shower!

Dad has to help get Mandy to shower. He learns a secret and gets more than he bargains for.

“No! I don’t wanna shower!” Mandy shouted at her Mom.

“You’re going to get body mites and smell gross!” Mom tried to reason with her. I sat at the table drinking a nice, smooth scotch and reading some book on being a good boss blah, blah. If I didn’t have some of it in my head I’d have a tough morning when my boss grilled me tomorrow morning about it.

A moment later I heard more shouting as Mandy streaked by my without a shirt on. Her flat chest and little nips reminded me of good times when I was a kid. Ah, to be 13 again and have a naked 10 year old want to play naughty! Adult sex is good, don’t get me wrong, but those early experiences were exquisite!

My wife strode up to me. Her face red with exertion and frustration. She said, “Jeff, you’ve got to do something. This is the 3rd time Amanda has run from a bath. I’m at my wits end.”

In my buzzed state I considered my wife. 20 years of marriage had been good to us. I still love her and still desire her. I stood up and kissed her. “I’ll take care of it.” I said as I held her. I released myself from her and marched down the hall to Mandy’s room.

I found Mandy half-naked on her bed rolled up in the covers.

“Mandy, we can do this the easy way or the hard way” I said sternly but with a gentle tone. “You can go bathe yourself like a big girl, or I’ll carry you to the shower and bathe you myself. So, if you don’t want Dad seeing all your lady bits, let’s go.”

Mandy’s anger was evidence on her face. “WHY CAN’T Y’ALL JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” She screamed.

I moved to her bed and sat down. She sprang up and screamed, “ARE YOU SOME KIND OF PERVERT. I DON’T HAVE A SHIRT ON!”

Mandy’s disrespect and screaming we’re weighing on my buzzed brain. Well, it was killing my buzz really. I wasn’t too happy. I hopped up, lunged at her, grabbed her and put her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My wife was smirking as I walked Mandy down the hall to the bathroom in the master bedroom. Mandy was hollering and hitting my back. I didn’t care. This girl was absolutely going to take a shower!

I flipped Mandy around on my shoulder and pulled her leggings and panties off. The shower was already on, so I simply places her in our walk in shower. She whined as the water hit her and stomped her foot. She looked at me like she wanted to kill me. I grabbed the loofa and the body wash and prepared to get the job done!

About that time Mandy sat down in the shower and started weeping. I’d seen my daughter cry over the years, but this was something more. It seemed like her little heart was broken. I pulled her naked, wet, 10 year old body into mine and embraced her. I can’t deny that having a naked girl that close to me started chubbing me up. I’m no saint, but I’d like to think I’m a good man. I’d never normally do anything with a 10 year old, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t find kids beautiful and don’t get aroused if a naked one is touching me!

I gently pushed her back from me and asked what was wrong. She was crying so hard she was gasping for air a bit.

“I promised I wouldn’t say.” She said to me still crying.

“Honey,” I said, “I’m your Dad. I’ll keep your secret. You can tell me anything. Even if I get mad, I won’t stay that way and I won’t take it out on you. Okay?”

Mandy nodded. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. “It’s Ryan. We’ve been playing a game where he plays with his willie while I get naked for him. Last time we played he touched me on my pooky. I told him not to touch me but he still did. Then he made me put his willie in my mouth. Then he got sticky stuff all over me. He threw me in the shower and washed it off. Ever since then I’ve just been so scared.” (I don’t know where we got pooky, but that is what we always called Mandy’s little vagina.)

The anger began to creep into my look. I can get a stone cold stare when I’m angry. My daughter had been molested and was crying and broken. Mandy has always had a way of calming me down. In this case it was to embrace me and remind me of my promises.

“Ok, ok.” I said. “Let’s stick to the matter at hand. I understand why you’re upset. I’m here with you. We will deal with Ryan later. Right now, what do we need to do to get you cleaned up?

Mandy looked relieved. “Dad, get in the shower with me.”

“Okay” I said. I took my shirt and pants off and hopped in wearing me boxers.

“DADDY.” Mandy giggled. “You have to be naked in the shower!”

Oh my. I was thinking to myself that if I get naked I will get stiff. This is bad. She’s already traumatized by the boy next door. If I get a stiffy I may turn her off guys forever. So long grandkids!

“Honey,” I gently said, “are you sure I should get naked with you? I’m a boy, too, and a boy has been hurting you. Are you sure?

“Yes, Daddy. I know you’re a boy, but you’re a safe one.” She beamed at me.

So, I dropped my boxers and she hopped in the shower with me. I soaped her up. She giggled a lot. I did as professional a job as possible, but I could still feel me getting a half chub washing this 10 year old angel.

When I was done and started to get out, Mandy said, wait Dad! It’s my turn to wash you!”

I stammered out, “I…I don’t think that’s a, um… good idea sweetheart.

She frowned at me. She looked on the verge of tears. “Please, Daddy. I really want to.”

Given the look on her face and the trauma she’d already confessed, I decided to let her wash me. No big deal, right? I started on my knees so she could reach my head. As she worked her way down, I stood up. She was maybe a head above my penis tall. When she got to my privates, her hand lingered. At first, it didn’t move. Then, she started stroking.

“Mandy.” I said. “You don’t need to do this. We shouldn’t do this. I’m your Dad.”

She looked at me with those eyes. Those doe eyes. Oh man. “Please, Daddy?” She sqeaked out.

I’m not a psychologist. I’m an average guy. I work in construction managing jobs. I’m maybe 6ft. Average build. Average dick. That said, I’ve heard that when someone has faced sexual trauma, sometimes they need to establish authority to work through the trauma. I didn’t want to do anything to hurt her feelings given her emotional state. So, I nodded my head.

Mandy’s little hand stroked my manhood slowly. Blood swelled my penis as she stimulated it. I couldn’t believe how hard my dick was getting. After a couple of minutes, Mandy stopped and adjusted herself and suddenly took my penis in her mouth. It was at that moment that I realized Mandy had left some details out of her story. The way she was going at me HAD to mean she’d been practicing. This kid must have made her suck more than once or twice. Holy hell!

I was getting closer to cumming. “Mandy, the sticky stuff is about to come out.” Mandy looked up at me and nodded. I noticed that she was playing with her perfect little pooky while taking my cock down her throat. It took everything I had not to grab her skull and thrust.

“Oh… oh…” I whimpered as I shot a load of seed down my baby girl’s throat. The dick that made her just shot it’s load down her gullet. I was a chaotic mix of emotion. Anger at Ryan, anger at myself, sad for my daughter, euphoric for the blow job and rather sexually satisfied.

After a moment, I took the shower hose and washed off her face and chest where some of my leavings dripped and my duck. I got out of the shower with her and wrapped her in a towel, her hair in a towel, and myself in a towel.

I sat on my wife’s makeup stool… oh dear, my wife. I’d just betrayed her with our daughter. I’d have to figure that one out I guess. I hugged Mandy then looked her in her beautiful blue eyes.

“Honey, most people think what we just did was wrong. We have to keep it a secret or Daddy could end up in prison. Even Mommy can’t know for now. Okay?”

“I know,” Mandy said bowing her head. “I wasn’t supposed to tell about Ryan either.”

“Right, well, do you mostly like what you do with Ryan? Was it just that one time you were upset with? I asked.

“Yeah, he just rubbed too hard. I didn’t want him too. And it hurt when he pushed me in the shower.” She confessed.

“Okay dear, I’ll figure something out and talk to Ryan about being gentle and not forcing anything.” I said. “Let’s go get dry and dressed.”

Mandy ran down the hall to her room. My wife came in a moment later. She saw me in a towel sitting on the bed.

“Did you shower with Mandy? She asked me hand on her hip.

“Yes, it was the only way to get her in there.” I pleaded.

She shook her head. “Ten seems a little old to have to shower with your parent, but I guess we’ll work through. She surely won’t go to college with you still shower her.”

“I reckon not.” I said with a grin.

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