One day, when my son 's new lady friend was over at our lieu, he asked if she could spend the nighttime. I agreed as long as she told her mother. Sandra's mother was very strict so I did n't think she would appropriate it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother'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 wishes. I didn't want her coming back to me about this. Later on, they were together in my son's room. Once I was gear up for bed, I went back and knocked on his room access. There was a muteness, then my son said"Just a sec !"I told him through the room access that his mom and I were going to bed. We said goodnight. The following forenoon, I noticed Sandra was sleeping on the couch. I was well-chosen that they had listened to me. As I was cooking breakfast, Sandra walked passed me to the lav. She was only wearing a t-shirt and pantie. The t-shirt wasn't very long, so I got a glimpse of her cute underclothing. She only passed for a back, but it was a courteous surprise. It came back to my idea later when my son was thanking me for knocking that night. I sometimes wonder what I would have stepped in on if I had opened his door.

A week later there was a similar 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 in force morning and I handed her a cup of coffee berry. As she sat against the table and drank it, I looked down to see if I could get a peep at what she was wearing this clock 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 underwear. Her cheek went red and she hurried out, excusing herself. She left before I could reply.

Over the future few days she was different around me. She was acting shy and hardly made eye tangency. I knew she was feeling embarrassed by what happened. I really should n't have stared, but in the moment I couldn't looking away. I kept trying to suppose of a way to talk to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would make thing worse. One Nox though, my trouble solved itself when she came to my room.

It was late and I was at my desk. She was wearing trunks this fourth dimension, much to my dashing hopes. She asked if I remembered that time in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to apologise, but I stopped her. I told her she did nothing wrongfulness and it was perfectly fine. She smiled, but said she still felt stymy. I told her she was a beautiful lady friend and that was nothing to be embarrassed about. What happened would stay between us. No one, especially her mom, would live. At that she seemed relieved and gave me a hug.

It turns out this talk gave her a real number boost in confidence. She was being friendly with me again. And playful. One forenoon she even teased me with a look at her ass. We shared a smiling. She had gone back to sleeping in just a jersey. She repeated this on respective occasions, making my putz very hard. I jacked it to her many times, 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 elbow 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 quietus. She leaned back a little and I watched as her shirt lifted up around her waist. She asked if she could sleep in my bed tonight. I felt my heart beat faster and said yes. She got under the covers while I went to turn the bedside lamp off. She was watching my bulge, but I pretended not to notice. I turned the spark off and got in bed, facing her dorsum. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved eminent up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underclothes. It felt great, and I just lay there enjoying it for a spell. I moved my hand down her side 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 other. She grabbed the oddment of her shirt and lifted it over her headland. I was speechless as I took in the details of her torso. Her boobs were big and her mammilla were clearly excited. She said that the bedroom should be the most comfortable place of the household. 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 paw on my peter, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in heaven. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her mouth. She took more of it in her mouth, using her glossa against the bottom. After working me up a bit, she moved up and lay against my consistency. I gave her tits some dear while her cunt pressed against my hard dick. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't believe how good this little girl felt. `` Dad 's pecker feels bigger than his son 's. '' We started moving our hips and she moaned loudly. It wasn't long until her pussy started tightening on my shaft. I was at my terminal point and filled her with my cum. She collapsed against me and we fell asleep.

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