One day, when my son 's new girlfriend was over at our spot, he asked if she could spend 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 take into account it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her female parent's watchful eye while she was at our house. I was on the headphone with her mom and she said Sandra was crazy about my son so they were not to sleep in the same bed. When I told them, my son said his bed could easily fit two. I said that we had to obey her mom's regard. I didn't want her coming back to me about this. Later on, they were together in my son's room. Once I was quick for bed, I went back and knocked on his threshold. There was a quiet, then my son said"Just a sec !"I told him through the doorway 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 glad that they had listened to me. As I was cooking breakfast, Sandra walked passed me to the bathroom. She was only wearing a t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt wasn't very long, so I got a glance of her cunning underwear. She only passed for a bit, but it was a nice surprise. It came back to my mind later when my son was thanking me for knocking that night. I sometimes wonder what I would bear stepped in on if I had opened his door.

A week later there was a interchangeable scenery. I was cooking breakfast and she came in. The shirt she was wearing was longer this metre, so I could only see her legs. She said good morning and I handed her a cup of coffee. As she sat against the mesa 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 cunt. Then she noticed me staring."What ?"she started to say until she remembered she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nerve went red and she hurried out, excusing herself. She left before I could reply.

Over the next few twenty-four hour period she was different around me. She was acting shy and hardly made eye contact. I knew she was feeling embarrassed by what happened. I really should n't have stared, but in the moment I couldn't look away. I kept trying to think of a way to blab to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would spend a penny thing worse. One dark though, my problem solved itself when she came to my room.

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

It turns out this talk gave her a existent hike in sureness. She was being friendly with me again. And playful. One aurora she even teased me with a look at her ass. We shared a grinning. She had gone back to sleeping in just a T-shirt. She repeated this on several occasions, making my cock very hard. I jacked it to her many meter, thinking about her bending over the board pulling her shirt up.

One dark when my married woman was out staying with relative, 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 nap. She leaned back a niggling and I watched as her shirt lifted up around her shank. She asked if she could slumber in my bed tonight. I felt my gist beat faster and said yes. She got under the covering fire while I went to turn the bedside lamp off. She was watching my bulge, but I pretended not to find. I turned the illumination off and got in bed, facing her cover. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved in high spirits up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underwear. It felt nifty, and I just lay there enjoying it for a while. I moved my mitt down her position until I reached her leg. Then I started moving it back up, pulling her shirt higher. She suddenly moved to the position of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each early. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I was speechless as I took in the details of her torso. Her pinhead were big and her nipples were clearly excited. She said that the bedroom should be the most well-off place of the house. I agreed with her and get laid she wanted to see me too. I took off my own clothes. As I laid back she put a hand on my cock, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in paradise. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her rima oris. She took more of it in her mouth, using her tongue against the bottom. After working me up a bit, she moved up and lay against my body. I gave her tits some love while her pussy pressed against my strong putz. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't consider how in effect this daughter felt. `` Dad 's hammer feels freehanded than his son 's. '' We started moving our hips and she moaned loudly. It wasn't long until her pussycat started tightening on my peter. I was at my limit and filled her with my cum. She collapsed against me and we fell asleep.

After first, my married woman thought I was making this story up when I told her, but she started to really enjoy it. Now I've got her fantasizing about my son's manful ally. Who knows what might materialize .