I smiled, always amused at how potty mouthed she could be.

"What sweetheart?" I asked.

She stepped up to me. She pointed to her hair and I saw it. The boy had cum all over her hair and forehead.

"Were you masturbating him?"

"No, he was jacking off, making me watch, then he stood up and shot it all over me. Daddy, he didn't even ask!" Carla was quite in a tizzy about this.

"Well, honey, if you don't want him cumming on you why don't you tell him? How's he supposed to know? Did you say anything to him?"

"But Daddy! He calls me a slut and tells me I just a cum-bag and he can do anything he wants to me."

"I'll talk to him," I promised her. I patted her on her pantied fanny and she scooted off. Damn, she sure looks sexy running around topless, I thought. I loved the indent of her spine and the plumpness of her baby butt.

Brandy got home and started putting away groceries. I mentioned that Jody had jacked off on Carla's head and Brandy laughed. "That boy!" was all she said.

"Carla doesn't seem to like it," I went on, "So I told her I'd have a talk with him."

"Well, whatever. It's his cock," my wife defended him.

"And it's her head," I reasoned. "Next thing you know he'll be fucking her."

"Well, so?"

"I know, I know. 'It's his cock'," I parroted.

We talked about other things.

I went out to mow the lawn. The riding mower was hard to start; it took me about ten minutes of fiddling around to get it going. I thought about how to talk to my son.

Jody practically bolted his dinner and excused himself saying he needed to go to his room to "jack it off". I finished my meal, had a cigarette, then excused myself.

I went up to Jody's room and knocked. "Yeah?" he hollered.

"Can I come in?"

"I'm jacking off Dad."

"That's okay. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

We're pretty casual about sex and I've seen Jody beat off lots of times. Hell, I've even done it with him. I'm thirty so I can't keep up with an eleven year old and I just loved to see how fast he could re-harden. Sometimes it seemed his masturbation was excessive, but I knew it was just nature's course.

"What are you masturbating to?" I asked to break the ice.

He didn't have any magazines open and his computer monitor was off.

"Nothin. Really, just pullin' it, why?"

"Oh, just curious. Say Jody, I need to talk to you about something, okay?"

"Sure, Dad." He sat up and put his legs over the side of the bed and changed hands. His cock was long and rather thin and the bulb was dark purple. It was shiny.

"Carla doesn't like it when you come on her hair," I said.

"Bitch," he snarled. "Prick-tease cunt. Runs around fucking half naked leading me on, then complains about it!"....(cont)