One day, when my son 's new lady friend was over at our home, he asked if she could pass the night. I agreed as long as she told her mother. Sandra's mother was very strict so I did n't think she would earmark it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother's insomniac eye while she was at our house. I was on the phone with her mom and she said Sandra was crazy about my son so they were not to sleep in the Sami bed. When I told them, my son said his bed could easily fit two. I said that we had to obey her mom's wishing. I didn't want her coming back to me about this. Later on, they were together in my son's room. Once I was ready for bed, I went back and knocked on his room access. There was a silence, then my son said"Just a sec !"I told him through the door that his mom and I were going to bed. We said goodnight. The next morning, I noticed Sandra was sleeping on the couch. I was felicitous that they had listened to me. As I was cooking breakfast, Sandra walked passed me to the lav. She was only wearing a jersey and panties. The tee shirt wasn't very long, so I got a coup d'oeil of her cute underclothes. She only passed for a s, but it was a nice surprisal. It came back to my nous later when my son was thanking me for knocking that night. I sometimes wonder what I would own stepped in on if I had opened his door.

A workweek later there was a exchangeable scene. I was cooking breakfast and she came in. The shirt she was wearing was longer this time, so I could only see her legs. She said effective morning and I handed her a cup of umber. As she sat against the table and drank it, I looked down to see if I could get a peek at what she was wearing this time. But I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt ! I was looking right at her young pussy. Then she noticed me staring."What ?"she started to say until she remembered she wasn't wearing any underclothing. Her face went red and she hurried out, excusing herself. She left before I could reply.

Over the next few day she was different around me. She was acting shy and hardly made eye middleman. I knew she was feeling embarrassed by what happened. I really should n't have stared, but in the moment I couldn't feel away. I kept trying to think of a way to talk to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would make matter spoiled. One night though, my trouble solved itself when she came to my room.

It was late and I was at my desk. She was wearing shorts this time, much to my disappointment. She asked if I remembered that clip in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to rationalize, but I stopped her. I told her she did naught wrong and it was perfectly mulct. She smiled, but said she still felt embarrass. I told her she was a beautiful girl and that was nothing to be embarrassed about. What happened would stay between us. No one, especially her mom, would hump. At that she seemed relieved and gave me a hug.

It turns out this talk gave her a real encouragement in sureness. She was being friendly with me again. And playful. One morning she even teased me with a flavour at her ass. We shared a smile. She had gone back to sleeping in just a tee shirt. She repeated this on several occasions, making my cock very hard. I jacked it to her many clock time, thinking about her bending over the table pulling her shirt up.

One dark when my wife was out staying with relatives, Sandra came to my room. I was wearing a shirt and some underwear. She was in her bed shirt. I asked her what she was still doing up. She sat on the bed and said she couldn't eternal sleep. She leaned back a little and I watched as her shirt lifted up around her shank. She asked if she could kip in my bed tonight. I felt my centre pulse faster and said yes. She got under the covers while I went to turn the bedside lamp off. She was watching my bump, but I pretended not to notice. I turned the light off and got in bed, facing her backbone. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved higher up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underclothing. It felt great, and I just lay there enjoying it for a while. I moved my script down her side until I reached her leg. Then I started moving it back up, pulling her shirt higher. She suddenly moved to the side of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each former. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I was speechless as I took in the details of her body. Her dummy were big and her nipples were clearly excited. She said that the bedroom should be the most well-fixed place of the house. I agreed with her and knew she wanted to see me too. I took off my own clothes. As I laid back she put a hand on my turncock, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in heaven. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her oral cavity. She took more of it in her mouthpiece, using her clapper against the bottom. After working me up a bit, she moved up and lay against my consistence. I gave her tits some dearest while her pussy pressed against my hard stopcock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't think how good this female child felt. `` Dad 's peter look bigger than his son 's. '' We started moving our rosehip and she moaned loudly. It wasn't long until her pussy started tightening on my cock. I was at my limit and filled her with my cum. She collapsed against me and we fell asleep.

After first, my wife thought I was making this floor up when I told her, but she started to really relish it. Now I've got her fantasizing about my son's manful ally. Who knows what might happen .