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 hard-and-fast so I did n't recall she would allow it. Sandra enjoyed being away from her mother's alert eye while she was at our family. 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 Saami 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 elbow room. Once I was make 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 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 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 panties. The jersey wasn't very long, so I got a glance of her cunning underclothing. She only passed for a second, but it was a Nice surprise. It came back to my creative thinker later when my son was thanking me for knocking that night. I sometimes wonder what I would cause 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 clip, so I could only see her legs. She said good morning and I handed her a cup of coffee. 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 clip. But I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt ! I was looking right at her Brigham Young puss. Then she noticed me staring."What ?"she started to say until she remembered she wasn't wearing any underclothes. Her case went red and she hurried out, excusing herself. She left before I could reply.

Over the next few days she was unlike 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 own stared, but in the moment I couldn't look away. I kept trying to call back of a way to talk to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would defecate things worse. One Night though, my problem solved itself when she came to my room.

It was of late and I was at my desk. She was wearing shorts this time, 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 nothing wrong and it was perfectly exquisitely. She smiled, but said she still felt abashed. I told her she was a beautiful daughter and that was aught to be embarrassed about. What happened would stick around 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 real boost in assurance. 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 several occasions, making my dick 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 congenator, 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 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 round 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 detect. I turned the light off and got in bed, facing her rear. 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 piece. I moved my hand down her face 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 oddment of her shirt and lifted it over her question. I was speechless as I took in the point of her physical structure. Her booby were big and her tit were clearly excited. She said that the bedroom should be the most comfortable spot of the planetary 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 hand on my putz, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in Shangri-la. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her mouthpiece. She took more of it in her rima oris, 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 dear while her pussy pressed against my backbreaking cock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn't believe how good this girl felt. `` Dad 's cock feels braggart than his son 's. '' We started moving our hip joint and she moaned loudly. It wasn't long until her pussy started tightening on my hammer. 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 savor it. Now I've got her fantasizing about my son's male protagonist. Who knows what might happen .