Let's go back to mine

Let's go back to mine

I was sat in the college cafe drinking a milky latte. We had been to an early lecture at college, only an hour long, it was quite an easy one, but had been flagged as a must attend. Now it was over I was at a bit of a loose end. One of the other girls, Molly, came and sat with me.

"Alex is a shit." She said.

"No disagreements there."

"I just heard him telling his mates that you are an easy fuck."

I laughed, "really, well, let me tell you, he has a very tiny cock, and can't get it up without help."

"Oh? You have been with him then?"

Story time. "I was having a bad day, the lecture that day had bamboozled my brain, and Alex kindly, or so I thought, offered to help me understand it. He said he had some notes at his house I could go through. I had never been with a boy and so I didn't think anything of it, so I said yes, and we went back to his."

"Okay, well, yes, I suppose." She looked like she didn't believe me.

"I mean, I had seen my dad naked, he and mum tend to wander around naked when they are upstairs, I mean I hadn't actually seen my dad hard as he walked around, but I knew what a cock looked like. Anyway. After Alex had finished explaining, I nodded and told him that yes, I had got it and thanked him. He turned and kissed me. When I say kissed, he just pressed his mouth on mine."

"Not a good kisser then?" Molly laughed.

"No Mols, not good at all. The blarney stone is a better kisser I bet." She laughed again. "Anyway and then I felt his hand on my boob. I thought okay, a bit of fooling around, no problem. Remember, I hadn't really been with a boy. I had only just started going out with Jase, and we had really only touched each other a bit."

"Had you, you know," she made the wanky moves, "with Jase?"

"Once, that is all, and he had, you know, fingered me, but that was it." On with my story, "Anyway he put his hand up my skirt and inside my panties and before I knew what was going on, his finger was inside me. I was a bit shocked I suppose, 

I guess I froze a bit, I didn't realise quite what was happening until I felt him push his cock into me and start shagging me."

"What the fuck? Really?"

I know, I am such a klutz. His cock was the first cock I had inside me. I hardly felt it and no sooner than he had put it in than he finished and spurted inside me. I couldn't believe it. I knew there had to be more to it than that. He stood up and I saw his cock for the first time. It was much smaller than my dad and a lot lot smaller than Jase, the only other cocks I had seen. He grabbed a tissue, wiped himself and did his trousers back up."

"What!" Molly shrieked with laughter and looked across at Alex and the boys and waggled her little finger at him. "Oh wait until the girls hear this."

"Well, anyway, I actually saw my dad hard that night, so I know Alex's cock is really tiny."

"What? You saw your dad hard, how?"

"I went up to bed early and was just laying on my bed when I heard mum and dad making out downstairs, you know kissing and stuff."

"I never hear my folks, not clearly anyway."

"I crept out onto the landing and looking down I could see into the lounge. They were both nude and dad was kneeling between mum's legs, kissing her down there, mum was holding onto his head as he did. I could just about see his balls hanging down, and to be honest they looked quite big."

"Your dad was going down on your mum? Wow, I have never had that. Some of the girls say it is the best."

I didn't respond to that yet. "Then dad got up and as he turned, I saw his cock, and it looked really big and it was really hard, I had only ever seen him soft, it was sticking right out. Mum rolled and knelt on the settee and dad went behind her and pushed his cock in her and they shagged, and he took ages. Alex took seconds, dad took ages, and mum was grunting and groaning as he shagged her, and there was this slapping sounds as they did it. I had heard that sound loads of times, but never realised it was them shagging."

"Shit Nat. Wow. What did you do?"

"Nothing really, I mean it was just them shagging, I crept back into my room and decided next time I saw Jase we were going to shag properly."

"Oh wow. I wonder what it is like to have a boy go down on you."

"It is unbelievable, and, can I just say, girls do it better."

"What? You have been with a girl? What?"

"My mum."

"Fuck off."

"I was in the bathroom shaving myself, and mum came in."

"You shave? Down there?"

"Yes, it is so much better without hair, my mum shaves too."

"Oh my god, doesn't it make you like a little girl?"

"No, silly. Anyway, I was shaving when mum came in. 'Shall I help you sweetheart' she asked me, to be fair you can't easily see everywhere down there, so I said yes."

"Oh my fucking god, I don't believe you."

I shrugged.

"I do, I do, tell me more."

"Okay, and you must promise never to tell anyone or I am not saying anything."

"I promise," and she made a sort of cross her heart move.

"Mum took the razor and moved it all across me, pushing my lips to one side so she could get into my thigh top, and then the same the other side, and she kept pressing my clit as she did it. I was getting a bit, you know, unnecessary, and I think I may have let out a little gasp or too. Mum ignored it, and then she said 'I'll just get the flannel and clean you and then you can do me.' "

"Shit"

"Mum took the flannel and wiped me all over, getting all the gel off, and she was very thorough in my nooks and crannies and it was all I could do not to explode. She finished and handed me a towel to dry myself whilst she took her clothes off."

"Your mum was naked with you in the bathroom?"

"Well, yes. Nothing unusual in that, not in our house anyway. I squirted the gel into my hand and started rubbing it on her, all over her mound, her mound is bigger than mine, and so are her boobs, anyway, I rubbed the gel everywhere, my fingers did go in her crease as I did it and she did tense a few times. I took the razor and started shaving. I was very careful, I didn't want to cut her, so I was holding her lips away from the blade. At one point she went all rigid, and gasped, and I think I had made her, you know?"

"You made your mum cum? Shit Nat."

"I think so. I said 'sorry mum' and she said 'oh don't apologise that was wonderful.' Anyway, I got the flannel and cleaned her and then I took the towel and dried her, all the time I was looking at her face. When I had finished she simply said, 'let's take this to the bedroom' and walked out of the bathroom."

"Jesus, really? I don't believe you."

"Okay." I sat back and took some of my coffee, it was quite cold now.

Molly leant forward and said very quietly "I have seen my dad's dick, hard."

"Really? How" This would be interesting I thought.

"Let's go back to mine, and I will tell you on the way." I nodded and we gathered our things and left the cafe, Molly wiggling her little finger at Alex as we walked past the boys. Molly catches the same bus as me, so she must live nearby. It was actually a few stops before. The bus was really busy so she wouldn't say anything on the bus, and as we were walking to her house, she just said 'wait till we are home.'

She lived in a terrace house, quite big on the outside, no front garden, the house was on the street, but she said they had a really big back garden, and her folks parked their cars at the back. Inside her house looked bigger than mine, and the living room was at the back. It was a house.

"Coke?" she asked, I shook my head, the latte had been enough. We sat on the settee.

"Go on, then tell me how you saw your dad's hard cock."

"I more than saw his dick. Mum goes to Bingo every Thursday, and dad and I usually sit and watch TV when mum leaves. I had been in the shower and was sat on the settee in my robe waiting for dad, he had decided to shower as well. 

Anyway, he came and sat next to me. We were watching tv, and I don't know why but I looked down at his lap and his dick was sticking up. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was sticking up out of his dressing gown which had come apart. Dad must have noticed I wasn't watching TV and realised what I was looking at. He said 'Oh shit, sorry baby' "

"Wow, was that the first time you had seen it?"

"Yes. My parents never walk around unclothed, so I had never seen it at all, nor my mum naked either."

"Oh, Okay, did it scare you?"

"No, I know what a dick looks like, I've got the internet, d'uh. I just didn't expect to see it. I said ,'No worries dad, but why is it sticking up, I thought it only went like that when you were having sex.' "

"Jase is hard all the time, I think it is a man thing. What did your dad do then?"

"He said, 'well no, but when a man sees a naked woman, he gets aroused' and he pointed to my lap. My gown had flopped open and my hoo ha was there for all to see. I said, Oh I am sorry dad, so I made that happen? 

And he said, 'well no sweetheart you didn't make it happen, it is not your fault, it just happens.' I said dad, can I touch it? Please? "

"Oh crumbs Mols, I would have been too scared to say that."

"He said, 'well, you shouldn't, but I guess, just this once, but we must never tell anyone' and so I put my hand on his dick and I held it. Dad sort of sighed as my hand touched him. 'sorry dad, did that hurt? I said, well, I didn't really know, I mean it looked as if it might be sore. Dad said 'oh no baby, oh no just the opposite.' His dick was quite hard inside, but the skin on the outside was sort of squidgy and it moved, the skin on the outside moved over the hard inside. Dad gasped and said, 'oh yes baby.' "

"Oh wow Mols, did you, you know, wank him?"

"I didn't really know what I was doing. I was moving his skin on his dick and it felt really good to do it, you know, and then dad said 'squeeze harder baby, that feels so good' and so I did, I squeezed as hard as I could, and then dad started moving his hips, so he was moving his dick in my hand, and he started saying 'oh god, oh god' "

"Bloody hell Mols, and this was the first time you had seen a hard cock, never mind touched one? Wow."

"I know. Dad grabbed my hand to stop me. "Molly we are going too far. I am sorry, I should never have let you touch me, this is wrong.' I was upset, 'dad am I hurting you, I am sorry,' and he said, 'oh no Molly no, you are not hurting, in fact it is too nice, you make me want to go all the way and I am not sure that I can stop myself unless you stop now.' I didn't know what he meant, but if I wasn't hurting him, I didn't see why I should stop, so I started moving my hand again."

"Wow Molly, you took control without knowing."

"I guess, anyway dad said, 'if we do this, this can never be undone.' I didn't know what he meant, I mean I was just playing with his dick, I knew enough to know that he might shoot, but that was as far as I knew. I said, 'that's okay dad.' He took my hand off his dick and he rolled over me and started rubbing his dick on my hoo ha, and I suddenly realised, the penny dropped and just at that moment he pushed his dick inside me."

"Fuck."

"Quite. It felt wonderful, I had never felt that before, I mean my finger and even a hairbrush, but nothing that felt so good, stretched me so much, and he started going harder and it felt like he was burying himself inside me and then suddenly he stopped, and he pulled back and his dick came out. I was devastated, 'why did you stop dad, was I doing it wrong? And I may even have cried a little, I wanted his dick inside me so much."

"I know what you mean, that is how I felt the first time I did it properly with Jase, I never wanted it to end."

"He said, 'oh baby, no you did everything right, but if I carry on I won't be able to stop and I could get you pregnant, I have no protection. I have to stop.' And I said, I don't care dad, I want you to do it properly, to do it to me.' and he said 'I can't baby, not today, next time I will have some protection, and we can, but not today. Today baby, please just use your hand like you were before.' And so, I took his dick in my hand and squeezed as hard as I could and I moved my hand like I had before. Dad said, 'oh yes baby, don't stop, keep doing that and you will make me shoot,' and I felt wonderful , that I was going to make my dad shoot and I went as fast as I could."

"Did you, did he spurt?"

"Oh gosh yes. I was going as fast as I could, and dad kept saying yes, yes, and then he shot, it went so high and then again, and again and then he put his hand down and stopped me. 'oh baby,' he said 'that was fantastic.' "

"What did you think when he spurted, how did you feel?" I knew how I felt when I made my dad spurt his spunk, I wondered what Molly felt.

"It was the best feeling, I loved it. I wanted to do it again, I wanted to watch his white spunk shoot out again. I tried, but dad said no, not just yet and that we ought to clean up."

"That was fantastic Mols, and I promise I won't ever say anything. Did you, you know, do it again, make him shoot?"

"Two days later mum had gone to Tesco, dad said she would be gone for an hour, and did I want to carry on from the other night, that he had protection now and if we were quick, we could. I nodded and we went up to their bedroom. I took my pants off and lay on their bed with my dress up, just in case mum came back early I could at least look decent. Dad dropped his trousers and pants; his cock was all big and sticking out again. He had a packet in his hand which he opened, and he rolled a condom over his dick. 'You won't get pregnant now baby' he said, and he lay on me and put his dick inside me and it felt fantastic. He started moving inside me, slowly at first and I could feel his dick inside me, moving, and I felt him fill me, and then he started going faster, and faster."

"I love that feeling, I love a cock sliding in me, pushing at the very bottom of my fanny, I love it. Not something you'll ever get with Alex," and I laughed.

"He is a loser. The girls are going to scream when I tell them he has a small dick and shoots before he can get it in you, and if he did get it in you, you wouldn't know."

"Ha, yes, he is a loser, shame because he isn't bad looking. One day he will find a girl who will teach him properly."

"Maybe. But that girl isn't me and his dick will still be tiny."

"True. Anyway, you and your dad?"

"Yes. Dad started fucking me properly, it was a shame that I had most of my clothes on, but we had to be quick in case mum suddenly came back. I had dreamed of being naked with dad and him rubbing my boobs and playing with my hoo ha, but I was just glad to get him inside me again. I loved his dick sliding in me, pushing at my deepest part, it felt like we were just so close, and as he pushed in, his stomach pressed on me and squashed my clitty, the feelings were pretty overpowering. Dad was my first you know. And I wanted it to last forever, but it couldn't."

"How did it feel when he finished inside you, I love feeling Jase as he spurts inside me."

"I think because of the condom I couldn't really really feel it."

"You need to get to the Doctors. Have you and your dad done it again, you know when you have more time?"

"Oh yes. When mum goes to bingo I undress and lay on my bed and wait for dad to join me. I love being naked with my dad and seeing him naked his hard dick and dangly balls. Yes, I will make an appointment at the doctors, I want my dad in me without a condom, I want to feel him shoot inside me."

"That is the best feeling."

"Will you help me shave? It will be a real surprise for my dad, and I am not sure about doing it, down there. I mean, I do my armpits, but it isn't the same, really."

"Oh, okay Mols, does your dad have a trimmer, we can use that to get the long hair short before we use a razor, oh, and a new blade in the razor is essential."

"Yes, okay, let's go up. I presume you will want to undress so you don't get your clothes wet or covered in foam, you can leave your clothes on my bed, it is next to the bathroom. It will mean me seeing you naked."

"No worries Mols, I have nothing I am ashamed of." I stripped and put my clothes at the end of Molly's bed, Molly was in the bathroom, her clothes in a pile on the floor. She had filled the wash basin up with warm water and was standing on a towel. My goodness, she had a good forest of red hair down there, you really couldn't see her fanny because of the hair. 

She looked at my naked fanny and smiled a little, and then she passed me a trimmer and I started to trim away all of her hair. It must have vibrated a bit on her, I saw her holding her breath a few times, I felt naughty and tried to make sure I 'accidentally' touched the trimmer where her clitoris would be. Well, you never know.

When I had her hair as short as possible, I took the shaving foam and spread it all over her. I started shaving at the top of her mound and worked downwards, I had found this to be the best for me, giving me the least irritation. I did two or three long strokes down and then cleaned the blade in the sink. It got to the point where there were only the tricky bits left, and this meant me holding her lips and bits out of the way so that I could do the creases at the top of her thighs. This naturally meant my fingers came into contact with her 'sensitive' bits. She held her breath a few times and did gasp once or twice.

When I had finished shaving, I emptied the basin and warmed a flannel under the hot tap and wiped away the foam, then patted her dry with a hand towel. "Hand cream?" I asked, she pointed to a tube just on the side stand. I squirted some cream onto my fingers and gently rubbed it all over her, ensuring a good covering everywhere, that should help with the irritation.

Her fanny was really quite beautiful now we had cleaned it up. Her inner lips stuck out a little bit, but not as much as Bren, and her clitoris was neatly hidden under a wrinkly bubble of skin at the top of her crease. I stood up, looked at her and said, "would you like me to take you to bed?" She simply nodded.

We went into her bedroom, and she lay on her bed, her boobs were probably about the same size as mine, but her nipples were, I think bigger. I knelt on the bed between her legs and leant forward and blew along the crease of her sex. She shivered. I licked a finger and gently ran it along the crease of her left thigh just next to her sex, but ensuring I didn't touch her sex. I leant forward and ran the tip of my tongue in the crease of her right thigh, and just as I got to the bottom, I touched her sex lightly with a finger, just briefly. I ran a finger along her crease, gently easing her lips apart, dipping in just a little, and then I eased her legs a little further apart, her sex opening up before me.

"Oh fuck Nat."

I ran my nose along the floor of her valley and then pressed it against her clitoris, a finger teasing her entrance, opening her ready. She was beautifully wet, and I tasted her, my tongue lapping at her lips and then at her opening, salty, a little, but feminine, her musk quite delicate on my tongue. I sucked two of my fingers and then worked them gently inside her, and when I was fully in, I pressed her sex lips open, crushing them with my palm and wiggled my fingers inside her.

"Oh Shit."

I started to shag her with my fingers, in, out, deep, hard and then soft, my tongue worked her clitoris and then I nibbled it a little before sucking it hard into my mouth, and releasing it, leaving it untouched as I pressed up to it from inside her.

"Oh," and she gulped, her breath held, and I knew she was close. I pressed my fingers hard inside her and blew gently across her clitoris, she shivered, then she spasmed and her orgasm rippled through her, her fanny clamping hard on my fingers and a little squirt on my face.

I gently removed my fingers, sat back and then lay next to her and cuddled her into my arms. I let her just recover, she would say something when she was ready.

"Oh wow," she said after a few minutes, "I had no idea."

"No? I prefer a cock inside me, but I do love going with a woman too."

"Oh my God Nat, that is insane."

"The best is when you can get your boyfriend to do that before he shags you, that is the best of all worlds, that is just beyond words."

"I mean, like wow. Dad, I mean, dad just you know, fucks. There is no before or afters, he doesn't hold me like that after. Like wow. I just had no idea. And you do that with your mum? fucking shit Nat."

"Well, yes, I mean she doesn't have a cock so, she can't shag me the way your dad shags you, but, yes, we do that."

"Your dad has a dick, I mean cock."

"Well, yes he does, and I have seen him use it in my mum a few times now. He really seems to love it if she sucks him, oh well, I do have Jase, so I am alright." I had no intention of letting Mols know I was shagging my dad.

"I have to get a proper boyfriend."

"Yes, you do, meanwhile you could try and teach your dad to do that."

"Yes, but first I need to go to the doctors."

 

Seconds or Deserts?

Seconds or Deserts?

I had slept really well. Which was surprising as I was still asleep in dad's arms when mum came home and shouted upstairs that tea was ready. It still surprises me that mum is completely okay with me and dad having sex, I mean, really, knowing we are, and then seeing the evidence are two completely different things, aren't they?

After breakfast I dressed and went into college to pick up the notes from the lecture I missed yesterday. There wasn't anyone around that I knew, it was a no college day for me today, and unlikely anyone would be, so I walked into town and grabbed a Latte at Jamaica Java, I wasn't in any particular hurry to go anywhere. I sat and watched people walking past, some slowly, some hurrying as if they were late to get somewhere, others just staring at their phone as they walked, I always wondered how come they didn't bump into people or things like post boxes?

As I left my other next-door neighbour, not Sandra and Pete, but Brian, called out, 

"Hi Natalie."

"Oh, hi Mr Clarkson," I replied. "Haven't seen you for ages, how are you?"

"I am fine Natalie, if you are going home, I can offer you a lift if you would like?"

"That would be nice Mr Clarkson, yes please."

"Right then, I am done, and the car is just in the multi-story." I tagged along, following him to the car park entrance and then up a couple of flights of stairs. I don't drive, yet, but I would just lose my car in a car park, every floor looks the same, row up row of cars, most of which seem to be exactly the same.

As we pulled out of the car park into the slow traffic making its way around the town centre, he started chatting.

"It's odd, we don't seem to have seen much of you or your parents," he said, "everyone seems so busy these days."

"I know Mr Clarkson, I am either at college or usually at a friend's, we just seem never to stop. Mum is at work or across at Nans or Auntie Pegs, and dad just seems to be always at work. In the evenings we have tea and collapse in front of the TV, very boring we are."

"Oh, not at all, I don't believe that for a moment. But we are the same. Mary is often out volunteering and helping out, keeping herself busy, and I do a little part time work, but I do like to spend as much time in the garden as I can."

We pulled up at his house and he parked on his drive. "Why don't you come in, I am sure Mary would love to say hello."

Nothing much else to do, so I agreed and followed him in. "Would you like a drink?" He asked.

"A glass of water would be great" I said.

"Right, you go and sit in the lounge, I will rustle up a glass or water and see if I can find Mary."

Their settee was leather and it had shaped seats. When you sat on it, it kind of forced your legs apart due to a small middle hump in each seat. The leather was a little cold on my legs to be honest.

"Right Natalie, Mary is nowhere to be seen, I assume she is off busy volunteering, she will be sad to have missed you. Here's your water." He passed me a glass of water and sat directly opposite me in an armchair. I noticed it was like the settee and as he sat, his legs were kept apart. His trousers seemed to be well filled. I chided myself for looking.

"Thank you for the water, Mr Clarkson. I will make sure to look out for Mrs Clarkson and pop and chat to her."

I noticed his eyes seemed to be fixed at my knees, or just between, as I had been at his I guessed. I wondered if mum's hormones strayed to next door. 

"Oh that is nice, thank you. Mary will be pleased. I must say it is interesting the things you hear when you are out in the garden."

"I don't really get out into the garden much Mr Clarkson, I don't seem to be much of a sun lover, light hair colour I suppose."

"No, I suppose so. You did seem to be very happy yesterday afternoon, I must say, just after your dad came home, only it was quite clear in our back garden."

I didn't know what to say. I know I had screamed loudly when I orgasmed, I guess mum and dad must have had their bedroom window open. 

"Oh, er yes, I suppose." I mean, well, I presume he wouldn't know exactly what the sound related to.

"It certainly sounded very intimate."

"Er, yes, I guess." If I could have squirmed in my seat then I would have, but my legs remained firmly parted and Mr Clarkson’s eyes seemed focussed on my knees, or rather what he could see between, my white panties.

"Now I am no prude and I have no concerns of who does what with whom, but it did sound really, well, arousing."

"Oh, I am sorry Mr Clarkson, I don't mean to arouse you." Now, why on earth did I say that.

"My dear, I don't mind if you do, really, I don't mind if you do."

"I am not sure what I would do to arouse you," I said looking at his trousers, his now very full trousers. "I mean, I wouldn't want to cause you any discomfort."

"Well, a beautiful young lady such as you, really doesn't need to do much, I mean, just a glance, a stolen glance, can be enough."

I put my hands on the hem of my skirt and raised it up my legs, my panties now in easy and full view. "You mean like this Mr Clarkson?" I asked looking at his crotch, the bulge really quite evident now.

"Oh yes, exactly like that."

"And what would Mr Clarkson like me to do if I were to arouse him?" We were definitely beyond the point of no return.

"I think Mr Clarkson would love to see more." He was getting a little red in the face.

I stood up, not so easy on the slippery leather settee and my skirt fell back, hiding my panties once more. I put my hands to the hem of my top and slowly pulled it up, revealing my bra and then over my head. 

"Like this Mr Clarkson?" I asked, he nodded in approval. I undid the button and then the zip of my skirt, holding it around me before letting it fall. I stood before him in my bra and panties. I turned around and bent forward, I know that men seem to like the view from the back.

"How is this Mr Clarkson," I asked looking at him through my legs. He was pressing his hand to his crotch.

"That is very good Natalie, very good indeed."

"You look to be in a bit of a fix there Mr Clarkson, shall I help?"

He nodded and I stood back upright and went across. I undid the buckle of his belt and then the catch at his waist. I undid his zipper and his pants bulged out; his cock still contained. I stood and put my hands behind my back and undid my bra. I held the cups for a moment and then let it fall away, my boobs now on full show at his eye level.

"Oh my goodness Natalie," He said, "You really are a sight for sore eyes."

"Raise your hips Mr Clarkson," I said and as he did so, I pulled his trousers and his pants down, puddling them at his ankles. He had a remarkable cock. 

"Wow Mr Clarkson, your cock is fabulous," and it was. It wasn't as thick as dads, but it was longer, it had a slight bend in it, and it looked exceedingly hard. Beneath it were an impressive set of balls. They were bigger than any I had seen and had big wrinkles across them and a big seam down the middle, separating each ball.

"I think we ought to upstairs Natalie," He said.

"Oh, I think, for now, we are alright just here Mr Clarkson, I mean all I need is your cock and that is right here." I bent forward and kissed the end of his cock. It twitched as I did so, and he also jumped a little. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, using my tongue to lick as my hand held his cock and gently moved his skin up and down, my other hand cradled his balls.

"Oh my goodness, and I haven't even seen all of you." He gasped as I worked his cock up and down in my mouth.

I released his cock from my mouth but kept using my hand. "If you want to see more Mr Clarkson, well, my hands are full I am afraid."

He reached forward took my panties in his hands and pulled them down revealing my sex to him for the first time. I opened my stance a little and felt as he ran a finger between the lips of my sex.

"Oh my, shaved, how wonderful, what a sight, I could never have guessed."

I let go of his cock and I turned around and crouched to sit on his lap. I reached behind me and held his cock and guided it into me. Slowly I lowered myself and still he kept coming, I reached what I thought was my depth, but there was still more of him. I felt a tug inside, and then he went in more, I had never been filled like this, was he in my womb too?

"Oh Natalie, you feel unbelievable."

"Do you still want to go upstairs Mr Clarkson?" I asked as I began to move up and down on his frankly amazing cock, a slight discomfort deep inside as I shagged him.

"Oh no, this is more than perfect Natalie." He put his hands around me and started playing with my boobs, holding my nipples, slightly twisting them, not enough to cause pain, but enough to awaken them and their senses. I began to push a little harder and take a little more of him inside me, and then he was filling me, fully, all of him was inside me and there was no more to take, I had managed to get all of him in me.

I started to move faster, rising more, pushing fully down, rocking slightly back and forward as I shagged my neighbour on his leather chair, my fanny feeling tested like it had never before, his cock as hard as a rolling pin inside me. Harder and faster and he began to hold my breasts, his grip unmoving, I guessed he was close, I tried to squeeze his cock with my fanny as I rose.

"Oh flip, yes, yes," he called out, "yes, I am going to fill you Natalie."

You already are filling me I thought and as I squeezed hard and pushed down as much as I could, I felt him flex and he spurted, it felt different, he was in deeper, the spurts seemed to have more pressure, twice, three, and then four times he rose, each time a spurt.

I hadn't climaxed, it was a different feeling today, it just felt like pure sex. A shag, nothing more. I slowly eased myself up and off Mr Clarkson, his cock already softening and as I pulled off there was almost the sound of a finger pop and my fanny released his cock, letting it fall back into his lap. I turned around and knelt before him, my mouth licking him, tasting our juices, drying the sperm from his cock.

When I had done, I stood before him, my back to him and I slowly dressed. My panties first, up my legs and then stretched over my fanny, hiding my treasure from him once more. I turned and put my bra on, holding each boob and adjusting it in each cup. My top next and then finally my skirt, slowly pulling it up over my knees and fastening it around my waist.

"I wonder if we disturbed any neighbours today Mr Clarkson."

"You know what Natalie, I don't care if we did. You really are a remarkable young lady."

"Well Mr Clarkson, you can give me a lift home from town any time that you like, you are a remarkable man yourself and your cock, well, I think you have been where no one has gone before."

"Even Mary can't take me the way you can. Remarkable."

I intended to go in the shower when I got home, but dad was already in there, door open as usual, so I just went in, pulled my panties off, eurgh covered in sperm, they needed to go into the laundry, and sat on the loo. "Hi dad."

"Oh, hello Natalie," dad replied, continuing to wash his cock.

"You are home early dad," I commented, watching his balls as they danced beneath his cock.

"Well, yes, I had finished the contract I needed to do, and decided rather than start work on the next one I would just take an early day." He moved his hand behind him, lifted a leg and washed his bottom, before going back and cleaning his balls. It really was interesting to watch a man clean himself, I just sort of go front to back, but then I haven't got bits in the way like dad.

"Cool." I was still dripping, crikey Mr Clarkson had really deposited a lot in me, or, it had really gone a long way inside and took a time to find its way back out.

"Why don't you join me and wash my back sweetheart?"

"Well, there isn't really room dad is there?"

"Plenty sweetheart, just pop your things off, get in and grab a scrunchy." Oh well, I suppose.

I took my top off, undid and removed my bra and stepped out of my skirt. I put the loo seat down and put my clothes on the lid. I got into the shower behind dad and reached around him for the scrunchy.

"Soap please dad," I held the scrunchy out in front of him for him to squeeze the shower gel on.

"Done baby," dad said. I started at dad's shoulders and rubbed the scrunchy in a circular motion. Dad doesn't really have a hairy back, there are a few here and there, but not many. I worked across his shoulders and then down and finally I cleaned between his buttocks, pushing the scrunchy all the way through to his balls.

"Your turn now baby," dad said turning to the side so that we could change places, his cock getting hard I noticed as I slipped past him. Dad took the scrunchy off me, reached around me for the soap, his cock jutting into my bottom as he squeezed the gel into the scrunchy. He stepped back a little and started working the tops of my shoulders.

He did each shoulder and my neck before going down my back, he was rubbing quite hard, almost exfoliating, but he did ease up as he did my side boobs. He went down the small of my back and then down my bottom, underneath and as far as my fanny. He passed me the scrunchy and as I leaned forward to put it on the stand his cock pushed between my legs and into me.

I guessed I hadn't fully closed up after Mr Clarkson, and I guessed some of his juices were still in me, lubricating me, but dad just slipped right in. "Someone was ready," dad said as he began a slow shower shag.

"Yes dad, mmm." Well, what else could I say? That our next-door neighbour had just prepared the way for him? No, I didn't think so. As dad shagged me his hand reached round and played a little with my clitoris.

"Use the shower head dad, spray it on me, it is amazing."

"Oh, is it now?" Dad said and took the shower head and sprayed it over my sex, holding my lips apart with his fingers as he aimed at where he thought my clitoris was. Oh gosh, that was wonderful. The water was tickling and stimulating as dad was shagging, a slushy slapping as he went in me. Before I knew it I was approaching the orgasm I hadn't had with Mr Clarkson, it ballooned and then there it was, my fanny clamped dad and my fingers clenched and as the pleasure rolled through my body I felt the spurts from dad as he added to what Mr Clarkson had left in me. Dad would never know that he had been the desert.

"Oh crumbs dad." I gasped as I slumped forward, the shower cascading warm water over me, running down my back and collecting and falling from between my legs. Dad's cock fell out as he softened and he stood back.

"That was a nice surprise for my day sweetheart," he said, "perhaps we should shower together more often." Thing is, I thought, I now need a shower to clean myself inside.

 

Really passionate

Really passionate

I woke up this morning in Jase's arms. We hadn't seen each other for a few days and he had texted last night and suggested popping in on his way home from work. It was quite late, mum and dad were already in bed, their door open as was now usual, they had shagged as usual. I quietly pulled it to when I went down and let Jase in. He left his shoes by the front door, and his coat on the banister. That should tell mum and dad that he was here if they got up before us.

Mum had said a few days ago that Jase could stay if I wanted, but I never expected that he would, it just goes to show how wrong you can be. We sat in the kitchen for a short while, drinking some diet cola as he unwound from work. There had been some noisy customers it seemed, another football team. They were hard work, but always paid and tipped well.

"Have you and your mum had sex again?" I asked when he arrived last night, "dad and I have."

"Yes. I was lying in bed this morning, more on than in to be fair, dad had left for work, and I heard mum come upstairs and go into her room. A few minutes later she came into my room, totally naked. 'Good morning son,' she said, and then, 'I hope that you slept well.' I said good morning back and told her that I had. 'Well, scoot over,' she said and slipped in beside me."

"That's the kind of thing my dad would do to be honest. It has got to the stage where I have no idea what normal family behaviour is any more."

"No, I just know not to talk with anyone about what happens at home, because I do know that isn't normal for most people."

"I was reading on the internet that incest is quite accepted and normal in some cultures. Just not here in England I guess."

"No, I mean yes. Anyway, I was naked, of course as I sleep naked, and she just slipped into my bed and put her arms around me. 'You smell so lovely,' she said, there wasn't much I could say about that apart from, 'and so do you mum,' "

"Is your dad okay with this, I mean really?"

"He says so and I don't bother deleting the videos anymore. Luckily there isn't a camera in my room, I don't think I want my dad to see me fucking mum." It didn't seem the time to say that my mum had watched my dad shag me.

"No, no I suppose not."

"Anyway, she hugged me close, and her arm reached down and grabbed my cock, which, as usual, was hard. 'Nice and ready for me' she said. Well, it was ready, just not necessarily for her, I seem to be hard pretty much all the time these days."

"Yes nice, I like it like that too."

He leant across and kissed me, "thank you Nat, thank you. Anyway, 'lay on your back love,' mum said and so, like the good boy that I am, I did as she asked. She started to squeeze my cock quite hard and then gave me a good few hard and fast strokes before rolling on me and sitting down on my cock. Her fanny was quite wet and I slipped right in."

"Oh I bet that felt good, was she facing you or away?"

"Facing me, and then this is the weird bit, she leant forward and kissed me, you know like you and I do, on my lips, her tongue pushing in, her hands holding my face, caressing almost."

"Crumbs."

"I mean she got really passionate about it, and all the time she was rocking up and down on my cock. I kissed her back as best I could and I also started to push up into her, you know, fucking properly. I had my eyes closed as I didn't really want to see my mum as the person I was heavily making out with and fucking."

"No? That's okay if you do, I mean you know it is not normal, so as I said the other week, just enjoy it whilst it lasts. I have read that a lot of boys fantasise about having sex with their mum."

"Well yes, as know I am not one of them, my fantasies revolve around my girlfriend, not my mother. I mean, do you fantasise about your dad, even though you are fucking, in fact especially as you are fucking?"

"No Jase, no I don't. You are my dreams not dad." Well, obviously, that was a big fat lie. I did dream about dad more than Jase, but then just recently I had been with dad more than Jase.

"Nice baby, nice. Mum kept kissing passionately and calling me love and baby and darling, all the time pushing herself hard onto my cock, and telling me how wonderful I felt inside her."

"To be honest Jase, I think you feel wonderful inside me, you fill me up completely."

"Thank you baby. Mum started moving quicker and harder, and she was rubbing herself more than rising on me, if you know what I mean?" I nodded, yes, she was rubbing her clitoris on him. "She was almost eating my face the way she was kissing and the rubbing was harder. Then she gripped my side hard with her fingers, her nails were digging in, and she slowed to a stop, pushing hard and she orgasmed hard, I mean hard."

"Wow baby," well, not more I could say, my boyfriend was describing how he had recently shagged another woman, and I was actually loving it.

"Then she relaxed and started kissing me hard again, telling me she loved me, that I was the best son any woman could have. I hadn't cum, and I was still hard inside her. I thought about flipping her onto her back and fucking her quick and hard until I came, but it didn't feel the right moment to do that."

"Has she been all this lovey dovey before, that does sound odd. I mean, me and dad shag, but that is all it is, a shag, it is mum that he makes love with, not me.

"Do you think I think I should get worried?"

"Well, yes, actually. It sounds as if she is losing what it is that you are actually doing. I know this might sound difficult, but could you have a word with your dad, get him to, you know, step up to the plate a bit more?"

"What can I say, 'dad you need to fuck mum more and get all lovey with her, otherwise she is going to replace you with me?"

"Actually yes, I mean it. That sounds to me like the way it is going, and I am not ready to give you up to your mum, okay?"

"Well good, 'cus I am not ready to move into my parents bedroom, in fact I for sure do not want that ever. A fuck is fine, but not more than that. My brain can deal with that and put it down to the tablets. No emotion, but mum doesn't seem to be able to have emotionless sex."

"You need to talk to your dad or your mum, or both, before it goes too far."

"I know. Anyway, you and your dad, what happened?"

"Oh, yes, sorry. Well I came back from college and was desperate for a pee and went up to the bathroom and dad was in there having a shower. Well, you know we have seen every inch of each other, so I thought it won't matter if I pee in front of him, so I sat on the loo, and said hi to my dad. You know, all casual, as if it was nothing."

"Oh, yes, I suppose if you have gone down on someone, watching them pee is no biggy. I had never thought about it."

"Exactly. So as I sat there, dripping, he was washing himself. You know, it is quite fascinating watching a man clean himself, I mean we girls just go up and under, so to speak, but dad he has got his cock and balls in the way, so he has to go round, it was captivating."

"I have never thought about it if I am honest, I suppose you are right."

"After a while he said would I wash his back, and well, yes, so I stripped and got in behind him."

"Seems the obvious response."

"So I took the scrunchy and washed his back, and his bum even though he had just done that, and then he said, 'your turn' and we swapped places. As he was washing my back his cock was jutting in-between my legs."

"And I guess the inevitable happened?"

"Yes."

"Did he cum? Did you?"

"He did, I didn't."

"So both of us fucked a parent, both parents came, neither of us did. Doesn't seem a brilliant deal from our perspective."

"No. Anyway. Enough sitting down here. Go on up, you are staying here tonight, and I will lock up and join you in a minute."

"Better just send mum a text saying where I am, she will only worry if I don't come home."

After I had checked the doors were locked and the windows were closed, I went up. A quick strip, wee and wash in the bathroom and I joined Jase in my bedroom. He was already naked lying on the bed, I got on and lay in front of him so we could cuddle. I lay in his arms, his body tight against mine, his cock nestled between the cheeks of my bum, just resting against my sex. It was surprisingly comforting.

"Do you want to make love now, in the morning or both?" He asked. So, we had moved on to making love, not just shagging.

"Wake me up in the middle of the night and make love to me, I want the wonderful feeling of waking up with my lover."

I had no idea what time it was. It was dark and I had awoken to the gorgeous feeling of a tongue sliding along the crease of my fanny. For a moment I knew it must be a dream and then I remembered. Jase. The sensations were incredible, so much better than any of my dreams, my hands went down and loosely held Jase's head, he would know I was awake. He stopped licking and slowly moved up my body and as he did I wrapped my legs around him, my fanny open and ready to receive him.

His cock nudged around my entrance and then as he slowly flexed his hips, his cock entered me. I felt him open me, I felt him slid into my depths, slowly he filled me, stretched me and then he was fully inside, pressing at my depths. He began a slow steady movement, love making, not shagging, and his lips found mine and we kissed We kissed, our tongues dancing in the dark, probing each other, his hands around my face, mine on his back, holding him to me as he slowly and gently rocked his cock back and forth, his pubis pressing against my clitoris, stimulating. Loving.

When I woke up this morning, I heard the sounds of my parents shagging, again, were they going for a consecutive days record? And I realised I couldn't move. Jase was on top of me, and his cock still inside me. As I moved, he disturbed and his cock stiffened just a little more and I felt him stretching my fanny.

"Morning lover," I whispered.

"Morning beautiful," he replied.

"Don't be silly, it's dark, you can't really see me."

"In my mind’s eye it is the light of noon and you are as beautiful as the summer sun." 

Silly sod. Jase and I made love again, another slow unhurried coupling whilst mum and dad shagged furiously away in their bedroom. Wonder if they knew Jase was here yet? I didn't care, I just enjoyed the slow gently penetration of my lover.

Eventually mum and dad went downstairs, I heard mum say 'Oh, we have company' and dad go, 'that's a first' and they shut the kitchen door behind them. Jase and I got up and headed to the bathroom. I wee'd, he pee'd and then we flannel washed each other, much interrupted by kissing during the process. Back into my bedroom and we got dressed, before heading down.

"Morning you two" mum said as we went in the kitchen, "sleep alright?"

"Yes mum" I said and Jase also nodded a yes and added a thank you.

"Toast or cereal, tea or coffee or juice, or you can do yourself some eggs later"

"I think just toast and juice please mum," Jase nodded his agreement.

No awkward scenes then. Good.

Jase had to get off to get changed before work. Being a Saturday there was a lot of prep to do in the kitchen, so it was always an earlier start for him than in the week. I went up and dressed, clean underwear, my top would do another day and the same skirt as yesterday. I grabbed some college notes and went down and sat on the settee.

After about half an hour dad came in, said "shift over," and sat next to me on the settee.

"Okay sweetheart, you don't mind if your dad sits next to you?"

"Of course not dad, I was just reading a few college notes."

Dad put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. "What do you like sweetheart? What is it that you love when we are together."

I turned my head so that I was close to his ear, and I started talking in a quiet voice.

"I love your lips dad, not soft like a girl, and not rough, but masculine, firm and full of presence." I ran a finger nail across his lips as I spoke.

"I love your chest dad, firm, not flabby and with just a few hairs." I slipped by hand down and undid a couple of his shirt buttons and pushed my hand inside, roaming, gently teasing a nipple."

"I love your stomach dad, flat, your navel hinting at a way inside you that isn't quite there." I ran my hand over his shirt, a finger dipping into his navel before moving down to his belt. As I reached his belt dad squirmed a little.

"Yes baby?" He whispered.

"I love your cock, dad, so hard on the inside, soft skin on the outside, so big, so commanding." I pressed my hand over his zip, his cock hard and bulging beneath. 

Dad squirmed again.

"I love how your cock fills me dad, from the moment it presses at my entrance, opening me, entering me, going deep, your cock skin falling back, the top of your cock seeking my depths, pushing, filling me, stretching me to my limit." I started rubbing his cock through his trousers.

"Oh baby," dad whispered, his cock jerking in his clothes.

"I love your balls dad, wrinkly and full, I love to run my nail along the crinkles, feeling the hard protective skin covering the two treasures inside." I was still rubbing dad through his clothes.

"Oh shit baby," dad gasped.

"I love your arse dad, your buttocks taught, the taint of your crinkle deep down inside, the little stretch of sensitive skin between your crinkle and your balls, I love to run my tongue there, to taste you, to lick at your balls."

"Oh fuck Natalie, I think I'm..."

"Hush dad, I haven't finished yet."

"I love to look up from between your knees dad, to see your cock standing up hard and ready, your balls hanging down, hiding your arse from my eyes."

"I love to hold your cock dad, to slowly roll your skin down, to see your skin slowly pull back over the top of your cock and reveal your hidden cock secret, so purple, wanting and ready."

Dad was beginning to rock back and forth, pressing up onto my hand.

"I love to squeeze your cock tight dad, to move my hand faster and faster, to watch your skin move, your cock hiding and revealing its beautiful top."

Dad was really quite close now.

"I love to hold your balls as I stroke your cock dad, harder I stroke, your balls heavy and bouncing in my palm, a finger from my hand teasing at your taint."

"I love to feel the pulse in your cock dad as I make you spurt, the jets of your white cream shooting up, jet after jet after jet, the cream that made me all those years ago, spurting once more."

Dad made some noises and his cock jerked in his trousers and I knew he had cum, I had made my dad cum just be talking to him.

"I love it when I make my dad cum, I love to see his face when he orgasms, to feel the power of love between a father and a daughter, so private to personal."

"I love it when my dad wakes up in the night laying next to my mum, his cock hard from thinking of his daughter's waiting wet fanny just a room away, wanting needing, desperate to dip his cock instead into his wife's fanny, shag her to relieve his pressure, but afraid to in case he utters his daughter's name not his wife's."

Dad was breathing heavily, gasping almost. He turned and looked at me and spoke quietly. "How the hell do you know about my dreams? You are a minx, I swear it."

I leaned up a little further and brushed his lips with mine and put my hand back inside his shirt, playing once more with a nipple. "I know you dad, that's how."

Dad got up and went into the downstairs loo, presumable to clean himself. I guessed he would probably need to go up and get some clean underwear. I shrugged and went back to my studies, talking to dad like that hadn't made me feel aroused, but it had made me smile inside at how easy it seemed to be to get my dad going. I mean, mum was just next door and dad was fully clothed, I hadn't actually touched his cock, but still I had managed to make him spurt. Were all men so easy I wondered?