One day, when my son 's new girl was over at our billet, 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 opine she would allow it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother's watchful eye while she was at our theater. 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 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 cook 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 following morning, I noticed Sandra was sleeping on the couch. I was happy 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 pantie. The t-shirt wasn't very long, so I got a glance of her cunning underwear. She only passed for a indorsement, but it was a dainty surprise. It came back to my mind later when my son was thanking me for knocking that dark. I sometimes wonder what I would have stepped in on if I had opened his door.

A week later there was a similar vista. 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 good morn and I handed her a cup of chocolate. 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 new 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 days she was dissimilar 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 make thing risky. One night though, my problem solved itself when she came to my room.

It was recently and I was at my desk. She was wearing shorts this prison term, much to my dashing hopes. She asked if I remembered that clip in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to apologize, 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 girl and that was nix 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 of the town gave her a real cost increase in confidence. She was being favorable with me again. And playful. One good morning she even teased me with a look at her ass. We shared a smile. She had gone back to sleeping in just a jersey. She repeated this on several social function, making my hammer very hard. I jacked it to her many times, thinking about her bending 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 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 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 metre faster and said yes. She got under the covers while I went to work the bedside lamp off. She was watching my swelling, but I pretended not to observe. I turned the wanton off and got in bed, facing her spine. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved higher up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underwear. 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 side of meat of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each former. She grabbed the final stage of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I was speechless as I took in the details of her body. Her dope were big and her nipples were clearly excited. She said that the sleeping accommodation should be the most well-to-do place of the sign. I agreed with her and have a go at it she wanted to see me too. I took off my own clothes. As I laid back she put a handwriting on my pecker, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in promised land. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her mouth. 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 eubstance. I gave her tits some love while her pussy pressed against my hard cock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't believe how undecomposed 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 stopcock. I was at my demarcation 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 savor it. Now I've got her fantasizing about my son's male friends. Who knows what might materialise .