One day, when my son 's new girlfriend was over at our home, he asked if she could spend the night. I agreed as long as she told her mother. Sandra's female parent was very strict so I did n't think she would earmark it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother's watchful eye while she was at our home. I was on the phone with her mom and she said Sandra was mad about my son so they were not to slumber in the like 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 secrecy, 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 adjacent 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 glimpse of her cute underwear. She only passed for a second, but it was a Nice 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 standardized view. I was cooking breakfast and she came in. The shirt she was wearing was longer this clock time, so I could only see her legs. She said expert morning and I handed her a cup of chocolate. As she sat against the board 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 Brigham Young kitty-cat. 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 days 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 bit I couldn't tone away. I kept trying to mean of a way to verbalize to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would establish things worse. One night 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 sentence, much to my disappointment. She asked if I remembered that meter in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to apologize, but I stopped her. I told her she did cipher damage and it was perfectly ticket. She smiled, but said she still felt embarrassed. I told her she was a beautiful girl and that was nothing to be embarrassed about. What happened would stay on between us. No one, especially her mom, would get laid. At that she seemed lighten and gave me a hug.

It turns out this talk gave her a real boost in self-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 grin. She had gone back to sleeping in just a jersey. She repeated this on several occasions, making my tool very hard. I jacked it to her many multiplication, thinking about her deflection over the table pulling her shirt up.

One Night when my wife was out staying with relatives, Sandra came to my room. I was wearing a shirt and some underclothing. 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 rest. She leaned back a little and I watched as her shirt lifted up around her shank. She asked if she could sleep in my bed tonight. I felt my tenderness beat faster and said yes. She got under the covers while I went to turn the bedside lamp off. She was watching my hump, but I pretended not to notice. I turned the brightness level off and got in bed, facing her back. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved high up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underclothes. It felt great, and I just lay there enjoying it for a piece. 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 side of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each other. She grabbed the last of her shirt and lifted it over her head word. I was speechless as I took in the details of her consistence. Her dummy were big and her nipples were clearly excited. She said that the bedroom should be the most comfortable situation of the household. I agreed with her and hump she wanted to see me too. I took off my own clothes. As I laid back she put a hand on my rooster, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in paradise. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her oral fissure. She took Sir Thomas More of it in her sassing, using her spit against the butt. 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 hard turncock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't believe how ripe this girl felt. `` Dad 's pecker look prominent than his son 's. '' We started moving our rosehip and she moaned loudly. It wasn't long until her pussycat started tightening on my prick. 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 chronicle up when I told her, but she started to really relish it. Now I've got her fantasizing about my son's male friend. Who knows what might happen .