One day, when my son 's new lady friend was over at our place, he asked if she could drop the night. I agreed as long as she told her mother. Sandra's mother was very strict so I did n't suppose she would grant it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother's watchful eye while she was at our house. I was on the phone with her mom and she said Sandra was softheaded about my son so they were not to kip in the Saame 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 ready for bed, I went back and knocked on his door. There was a silence, 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 future morn, 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 bathroom. She was only wearing a t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt wasn't very long, so I got a glance of her cute underclothing. She only passed for a bit, but it was a dainty surprise. It came back to my judgment later when my son was thanking me for knocking that night. I sometimes wonder what I would experience stepped in on if I had opened his door.

A week later there was a similar scene. I was cooking breakfast and she came in. The shirt she was wearing was longer this meter, so I could only see her pegleg. She said skilful 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 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 Loretta Young pussy. Then she noticed me staring."What ?"she started to say until she remembered she wasn't wearing any underwear. 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 contact. I knew she was feeling embarrassed by what happened. I really should n't have stared, but in the consequence I couldn't spirit away. I kept trying to think of a way to blab to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would make things forged. One Night though, my problem solved itself when she came to my room.

It was deep and I was at my desk. She was wearing trunks this sentence, much to my dashing hopes. She asked if I remembered that time in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to excuse, but I stopped her. I told her she did naught wrong and it was perfectly fine. She smiled, but said she still felt hinder. I told her she was a beautiful young lady and that was nothing to be embarrassed about. What happened would stay 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 tangible boost in confidence. She was being friendly with me again. And playful. One morning she even teased me with a facial expression at her ass. We shared a smile. She had gone back to sleeping in just a t-shirt. She repeated this on various occasions, making my cock very hard. I jacked it to her many times, thinking about her bend over the table pulling her shirt up.

One night when my wife was out staying with relation, 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 sopor. 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 affectionateness beat faster and said yes. She got under the screen while I went to flex the bedside lamp off. She was watching my bulge, but I pretended not to notice. I turned the light off and got in bed, facing her cover. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved higher up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underclothing. It felt with child, and I just lay there enjoying it for a while. 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 slope of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each other. She grabbed the close of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I was speechless as I took in the details of her body. Her titty were big and her pap were clearly excited. She said that the bedchamber should be the most comfortable station of the home. I agreed with her and fuck she wanted to see me too. I took off my own apparel. As I laid back she put a hired man on my rooster, 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 Thomas More of it in her mouth, using her lingua against the tail end. After working me up a bit, she moved up and lay against my eubstance. I gave her tits some dearest while her pussy pressed against my backbreaking cock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't trust how expert this daughter felt. `` Dad 's stopcock feels bigger than his son 's. '' We started moving our pelvis 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 story up when I told her, but she started to really enjoy it. Now I've got her fantasizing about my son's manlike friends. Who knows what might occur .