One day, when my son 's new girlfriend was over at our billet, he asked if she could expend the night. I agreed as long as she told her mother. Sandra's mother was very strict so I did n't recall she would take into account it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother's alert 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 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 indirect request. 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 side by side first light, I noticed Sandra was sleeping on the lounge. I was glad that they had listened to me. As I was cooking breakfast, Sandra walked passed me to the toilet. She was only wearing a t-shirt and pantie. The tee 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 mind 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 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 trade good cockcrow and I handed her a cup of coffee bean. As she sat against the mesa and drank it, I looked down to see if I could get a peep 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 untried pussy. Then she noticed me staring."What ?"she started to say until she remembered she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her font 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 get stared, but in the moment I couldn't flavor away. I kept trying to think of a way to talk to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would produce things worsened. 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 metre, much to my dashing hopes. She asked if I remembered that time in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to rationalize, but I stopped her. I told her she did nix legal injury and it was perfectly fine. She smiled, but said she still felt hinder. I told her she was a beautiful female child and that was zip 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 public lecture gave her a real encouragement in confidence. She was being favorable with me again. And playful. One morning she even teased me with a look at her ass. We shared a smile. She had gone back to sleeping in just a T-shirt. She repeated this on respective occasions, making my hammer very hard. I jacked it to her many multiplication, thinking about her bending over the mesa pulling her shirt up.

One night when my wife was out staying with congeneric, 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 sleep. She leaned back a piffling and I watched as her shirt lifted up around her waist. She asked if she could kip in my bed tonight. I felt my heart 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 notice. I turned the light off and got in bed, facing her back. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved higher up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underwear. It felt keen, and I just lay there enjoying it for a patch. I moved my helping hand down her English until I reached her leg. Then I started moving it back up, pulling her shirt higher. She suddenly moved to the side of meat of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each other. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and lifted it over her foreland. I was speechless as I took in the details of her physical structure. Her pinhead were big and her nipples were clearly excited. She said that the sleeping room should be the most comfortable home 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 deal on my cock, 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 sassing, using her tongue against the bottom. After working me up a bit, she moved up and lay against my consistency. I gave her tits some love while her pussy pressed against my hard cock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't consider how commodity this girl felt. `` Dad 's cock 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 dick. I was at my terminus ad quem 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 male protagonist. Who knows what might happen .