"Just thinking of her makes my cunt buttery and warm."
"Her, or her fucking your son just across the hallway?"
"A bit of both I think."
She pressed her bottom against her husband, wanted to feel his cock touch her. She knew that he must be as hard as she was wet. The thought of their college aged son and his hot girlfriend, the first he had ever brought home, fucking, was a surprising turn on, but tonight, there was an extra thrill, a bit of danger. She could barely breathe. She wanted, she needed, sex, without worrying about restraining her enthusiasm.
"Touch me, please, touch me, I need you to touch me, please, Daddy" she begged, knowing how he loved it when she called him that, though they were close in age. " You make my little cunt so wet, my belly needs the feel of your hands, my cunt wants to get filled by your throbbing cock." His hand caressed her naked hip, warm against her curvy womanly flesh. She sighed as his fingers followed that curve around to her belly, stopping for a moment, warm against the soft flesh just above her wet throbbing cunt. She knew that he loved everything about her body, even that little pouch of flesh she had never lost after bearing their son. But she also knew that the look of the new girl staying the weekend had turned him on. The instant Tammy had arrived, all her needs packed in one bulging gym bag, Sara Daniels had realized not only that had her son chosen well, but he had picked a babe who looked a lot like Sara had in her own college days.
Sara felt his fingers relax, his hand opened flat, sliding all over her belly, brushing her sensitive flesh, teasing her, her arousal filling the bedroom with her sweet musk even before he touch her honeypot. All that it took was the threat that he might dip down to touch her molten center. His hands had always felt so good to her.
His bare skin, his chest, matted with greying hair, but still so powerfully masculine, pressed against her back. She finally felt his cock hard against her bottom, nestling in between the curves of her buttocks.
Was that a noise in the hallway?
"Don't stop, Daddy," Sara moaned. "I need to finish."
She prayed he would not stop.
Her loins wriggled on the sheet, trying to capture his fingers in the folds of her hot burning little pink slit. It was torture how his fingertips teased her swollen labia. She felt his touch along the top of her hungry cleft, and she almost came right then. She felt that first contact that she had so craved, his fingers finding her wetness. She felt his breath on her neck just as she felt his fingers slide between her thighs, cupping her entire wet womanhood. He pulled her tight against him. She pushed back his erection, implanting it firmly between the cheeks of her ass. Shock waves of lust coursed through her entire body as she started her first climax of the night.
"Now it's your turn, Daddy," Sara moaned as the quivering slowed, "You need to come, and I need your cock."
She reached behind her and grasped her husband's hardness, shuffling her body as she steered his tip along her taint towards the opening of her cunt. Her plentiful fluids eased the transition.
In her excitement, Sara almost did not hear the bedroom door open. She froze, her fist clenching her hubby's rigid shaft just below the throbbing purple helmet, as the knob turned and the hinges creaked in the still silence of the night.
"Sorry to wake you, Mr. and Mrs. D, but I need to go pee really badly and you know..."
Sara saw Tammy framed in the dim light filtering through the gap in the partially opened doorway. The twenty year old body was easily visible through a long flimsy sleep T shirt, made translucent by the back lighting.
"We know, come in and use our bathroom."
Earlier that evening, when Tammy had gone to wash up for bed, a pipe had burst in the main bathroom, spewing water all over the place. Sara and her hubby had quite enjoyed their brief unexpected glimpse of the young woman wearing a wet T-shirt, nipples instantly reacting to the cold water. Fortunately, there was a shut off valve just under the sink and Mr. D had moved swiftly to contain the damage. He later admitted to Sara that he had been excited by crouching down by those long tanned shapely legs, and had tried to look up the T-shirt to see whether or not Tammy was wearing panties to bed.
Mr. D had called the 24 hour plumbing service, but the plumber was already out on a call, and had three more waiting. Since the Daniels had a second bathroom in the master bedroom suite, they could wait until the morning, even though the shut off valve meant no flow of water to the toilet as well as the sink.
The two college kids had quickly finished their night time rituals in that en suite bathroom and had retreated to the son's room. Sara had told both youngsters not to hesitate if they needed to use the en suite during the night.
And now here was Tammy, needing to pee, just when Sara was about to get fucked.
There was nothing to do but lay frozen in place, hubby's cock throbbing warmly in Sara's hand, as Tammy scurried through the carpeted space at the foot of the bed and slinked into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her.
"You liked the view, didn't you, Daddy?" Sara whispered into her husband's ear as Tammy turned on the water to mask the sound of her stream tinkling against the bowl, not realizing that Sara would have been excited by the sound, being a long time water sport enthusiast.
Sara did not realize that Tammy overheard this question - the house was old enough that the wood of the door frame was warped. And by trying to gently shut the door, Tammy had failed to latch it. When it popped open a crack, she had her T-shirt nightie puddled around her waist, and was busy emptying her water into the porcelain. She held her breath, wondering how her boyfriend's father would respond, unsure just how she wanted him to respond. Just the shock of that realization made her nipples puffy.
"I guess you could tell by how the sight made my cock surge even fuller. You know it takes a lot to make me even more turned on than just being about to have sex with you," Tammy heard. "You know how much I love fucking you."
Tammy gasped, remembering to bite her lip just in time to stifle any sound. She sat on the toilet, listening to the bedsheets rustle, a sound not unfamiliar, as she had one of those room mates who had never been shy about sneaking boys into their dorm room. Tammy was reminded of all the nights she had lain in her narrow campus bed, silently masturbating to the sound of young lovers just a few feet away. Now she found herself just as excited by the older couple. Her nipples popped out, stiffening as she held her breath.
Sara had shifted in her practiced fashion into one of their favourite positions, her lying on her left side, her right leg up and tossed back over her hubby's leg. She loved how her husband's big hands felt as he ran them up her belly to cup her tits, grazing her swollen nipples - so warm, so strong, sending pulses of electricity from her nubbins straight to her clit. Her cunt gushed, the slipperiness lubricating her to allow him entry to her. Keeping his feet spread apart, Sara presented her cunt to his cock with her thighs open and her ass warm against his hairy belly. She shook as her hips thrust back to swallow his whole cock. She bit her lower lip to stifle a cry as his manhood slid into her, the first contact of his meat in her wetness. He thrust one direction as she pushed the other, burying his shaft to the root in her gash, his swollen cockhead throbbing deep inside her womb. She felt his breath on her shoulder and neck as he held her tight against his body. She felt his erection throbbing inside her. Sara wanted to scream in ecstasy, but knew that Tammy was a few feet away.
None of this was visible to Tammy. Leaning forward to reach a square of toilet paper, she could see the bedding moving in that unmistakable manner, and she had to admit to herself that she wished she could see their bare flesh, could watch as that cock slid into that cunt. She was not even embarrassed to wonder how Mr. D's cock compared to her boyfriend's. Since he was his son, would the father be as well endowed? She knew how much she loved the fatness of her lover's cock. She stroked her clit as she wiped her gash, wishing that she could experience whatever Mr. D had to offer.
Sara could stay silent no longer.
"Daddy, I love how your hands feel on my body, your confidence as you grasp my flesh while you fill my cunt so fully."
Tammy could not believe that Sara, who had seemed so proper and reserved at dinner, was so wantonly filled with lust. Not to mention apparently filled by her husband's cock. If that cock could fill a middle -aged cunt, Tammy realized that it would likely stretch her youthful slit wider than she ever had experienced. And, she thought, if Sara calls him Daddy, maybe Mr. D would like a tender young lover to explore a fantasy with.
