And that is my cue to implant a ball-draining idea into her gullible mind. Oh. It is also to calm her down and give her a piece of minne.

I mean a peace of mind. Heh.

"You don't need to be scared, sweetie. Daddy is here, and he has a solution to loosen your a.s.s, so you won't a tighta.s.s anymore. But first, you must tell me whether your mother has told you anything about a p.e.n.i.s and what it is used for?"

I question, calmly and collectively. I try not to stare at her bare p.u.s.s.y, completely visible in front of me since my daughter hasn't pull up her panties yet. That is still wrapping around her muscular thighs.

Since I cannot activate my Parental Guidance ability due to insufficient SP and my oversight, I can only reinforced whatever information I have already embedded into her mind.

And that is about the trouser snake.

I must create a connection to the trouser snake.

My daughter looks at me thoughtfully before shaking her head lightly.

I could see that she is trying to remember what her mother has taught her.

It isn't a lot as talking about s.e.x is close enough to be a sin. Having s.e.x is definitely a sin to b.i.t.c.h.

Thus, my b.i.t.c.h of a wife has been hanging out for dry for years.

No more!

"I don't remember that mum did, daddy. Mum has told me that a boy has a p.e.n.i.s and a girl as a v.a.g.i.n.a. And if they touch each other, a baby will be born. That is why I should never touch a boy, so when that boy touches me at school, I was so scared. I haven't seen a p.e.n.i.s or a v.a.g.i.n.a before either. Ah, I mean, I have seen a p.e.n.i.s now since you have shown me yours."

I blink at that, trying to wrap my head around what my daughter has revealed to me.

Wait, what? Am I hearing her correctly? She has never seen a v.a.g.i.n.a before? I am more than sure that my daughter has seen her p.u.s.s.y before because that is a no brainer, so why did she say that?

Oh, I see. I see.

b.i.t.c.h really did a p.i.s.s a.s.s job at teaching our daughter. Even so, I think my daughter is a scattered brain for not making the obvious connection.

Mary does take everything as face value. She is also far too trusting of people she knows. Thus, I truly fear for the day when she finally enters society as an adult.

How many c.o.c.ks must she sucks and f.u.c.ks out of some sheer idiocy? I rather to just let her stay safely at home for the rest of her life instead.

Well. That is the plan.

When I am done with this, my daughter would be the perfect c.u.mdump for me to come home to. She would suck and f.u.c.k and take care of her daddy for the rest of her life. Hah!

A devious smile plasters on my face for a second before I cough. I then exhale for effect.

"Ah, is that so, sweetie? I don't want to interfere with your mother's teaching, but I think you need to know. Just don't tell her that I have told you if your mother ever asked, okay, sweetie?"

I speak up and wait for my daughter to acknowledge me before continuing.

"There is a reason that G.o.d creates a trouser snake for every male, sweetie. It is to prevent them from contracting a tighta.s.s and being sent to h.e.l.l because of it. This is thanks to the venom. And as to why you don't have a trouser snake, sweetie, it is because G.o.d wants male to share and care for the female. It is also one of the reasons why boy and girl come together."

My bulls.h.i.+t must have been quite good because my daughter is eating it all up.

There is not even a bit of doubt in her mind.

"Oh. Wow, daddy, I didn't know that. So, if I put some of the venom into my a.s.s, I won't have a tighta.s.s anymore?"

I nearly choke at the question, especially when my daughter has asked it with a straight face, taking it all very seriously.

Unholy f.u.c.k!

That didn't just happen, right? Right!?

Ahem.

Let's feed my daughter more bulls.h.i.+ts.

"Yes, sweetie, but the venom needs to be poured very deep into your a.s.s for it to be effective. And it also depends on the severity of the tighta.s.s syndrome. If it is very severe, you will need to have venom in your a.s.s often, like every morning and night, maybe in the middle of the day too."

I smile weakly at my daughter. It is all to set up for me to pound her a.s.s on a daily basis. I would really love to do that.

Junior loves that too since it is completely hard.

I also need to make sure that my daughter isn't going around asking other dudes to b.u.t.tf.u.c.k her. That is f.u.c.ked up.

But luckily, it isn't hard, considering that her b.i.t.c.h of a mother did warn her about boys. Getting really close to them will make her pregnant.

Right. It isn't because of getting f.u.c.ked and dumped full of c.u.m. Good job, b.i.t.c.h.

"O-okay. How severe is my tighta.s.s, daddy?"

My daughter questions.

Very severe. It needs to be f.u.c.ked right now.

Ahem.

Play it cool. Play it cool.

There is no need to tackle my daughter since she is going to be very willing in about 10 minutes or so.

I could wait 10 minutes, couldn't I? I have waited decades! What 10 minutes really mean to me?

"I cannot tell until I go in deeper and look around, sweetie. But sadly, my fingers are not long enough for this. If only I still have my trouser snake with me. It could squeeze into your b.u.t.thole and examine for you, sweetie. It will also loosen up your a.s.s and spit out the necessary venom into your a.s.s to cure any tightness as well."

I sigh and rub my erection before repeating: "If only my trouser snake didn't bite me and run off."

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My daughter has to be blind to not notice of my tenting pole within my work pant. My c.o.c.k is straining hard against the fabric, demanding to be freed and nesting in somewhere warm and hot.

It takes a handful of second for a metaphorical lightbulb to go off within that small brain of her. I think it is somewhat small, but I will have to check that later.

"You are so silly, daddy. Your p.e.n.i.s can do it. Your p.e.n.i.s can go into my a.s.s and cure me of my tighta.s.s."

My daughter giggles, thinking to herself how much of a genius that she is. She totally is. It isn't like I've actually guide her into making that suggestion.

Yeah. Totally. I am completely innocent here.

I slap my forehead lightly in response before chuckling and looking at my smug daughter. Even making a smug face, she is so d.a.m.n cute.

Ah. Those beautiful pink lips of her around my c.o.c.k.

"Of course, sweetie. I am so stupid for not noticing. But I have to ask to make sure. Do you want daddy to spread your a.s.s with his c.o.c.k and pump it full of venom? You must tell me clearly, sweetie. Not just yes or no."

I ask sternly.

"Yes, daddy. I would love for you to do that. Um. I would love for you to spread my a.s.s with your c.o.c.k and pump it full of venom."

My daughter confirms rather happily, nearly making me explode.

Did I just my daughter asking me to f.u.c.k her b.u.m and c.u.m inside? Yes, I did. I totally did. Hah!

Honestly, b.i.t.c.h only need to hear that to have a reason to skin me alive. It is a good thing that she isn't here, ruining my fun.

"Alright, sweetie. But you will need to suck the venom to the surface first. Here. Do it while I drive us home. Actually, I need to drop by somewhere to get some stuff first. But don't worry, there is quite a lot of venom in me."

I suggest as I unzip my work pant and let out the huge c.o.c.k.

'Wow. It is so big and so swollen. Daddy must have been hurting the whole time. I am such a bad girl for not helping daddy with this. I even take advantage of it as well.'

Mary ponders before my hand help her resumes the position that she did yesterday. Within seconds, my hard c.o.c.k is nested warmly into her mouth. My hand is on her a.s.s, now able to touch her a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y without any restrain.

And if my daughter asked, I will just tell her I am trying to get it ready for some nice f.u.c.king when we finally get home.

But before that, I need to go and buy some nice lubricant. Because without one, it will hurt like a b.i.t.c.h, for me and for my daughter.

My daughter more since she has such a nice tight a.s.s.

Hohohohoho.

I mean b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

See you next chapter. Oh wait, that is 4th wall breaking. Hah!