"Gee – you hadn't ought to be looking at stuff like that, when Mom's out of town," she said. Her eyelashes fluttered demurely.

"Huh?" Frank said. He hadn't even realized what he was pretending to be so engrossed in. Now he blinked at the magazine and quickly closed it.

"You'll make yourself all excited looking at naughty pictures, and since Mom isn't here…" She let the words trail off and gave a little shrug that shifted her tits against him. "Why, Daddy! You're excited already!"

Frank gulped, realizing that the girl had noticed the swelling in the front of his trousers. He was mortified that she had noticed his hard-on and amazed that the girl had been bold enough to mention it. But at least she didn't seem to be disturbed by her discovery. She was, if anything, amused, he thought.

"Errr – sometimes those things happen," he said.

"But what will you do about it?" she asked, sounding rather concerned and solicitous. "I mean – will you have to find yourself a girlfriend or pay a whore or what?"

"Debby! That's enough," he muttered, starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable and all the more embarrassed because his daughter wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Come to that, I wonder what Mom will do if she gets to feeling horny while she's away," Debby speculated.

Frank groaned. He had been wondering about that, himself. Jennifer wasn't the sort of woman who could go very long without fucking. He didn't know if she had ever cheated on him in the past, but he doubted her capacity for prolonged chastity. A whole week was a long time for Jennifer to go without a fuck. She liked it at least once a day and often more, a schedule that was very agreeable to Frank when she was at home but worrying when she was away.

At the thought that his wife might be cheating on him, his cock tingled and swelled more. The idea was painful, yet stimulating, too, in a perverse fashion. Jealousy, he knew, was an effective aphrodisiac – and the fact that his teenaged daughter was rubbing her tits against him didn't help.