This is my first story for a while. I have a few unfinished ones in the pipeline but I haven't been completely satisfied with the storylines. Hopefully this one can break the drought and I can be a bit more productive with pen to paper.
Not With My Daughter
A few years ago, a friend and I went on a holiday on the west coast of England. Halfway during the holiday, we met and hooked up with a couple of girls who were both a lot younger than us. One was seventeen the other eighteen while both of us were twenty. After a memorable and most enjoyable holiday we were about to go our separate way when the girls suggested we visit them in their home town, also promising that we could stay at their houses. It was all arranged for a weekend in two weeks' time.
The girls met us at the local train station. We went for a drink and a bite to eat before we got the obligatory tour of town, after which the girls declared it was time to meet the parents and drop our bags off. We were travelling in Sarah's car who was Tom's girl so they dropped Maree and I off first, adding that we would see them later this evening. Apparently having already organised a night with their parents and friends at the local working men's social club.
As we entered Maree's front door, we could hear voices from the back of the house.
"Drop your bag here in the hall, you can unpack it later, I want you to meet my parents first and get it out of the way."
I was naturally a little nervous meeting them for the first time, not knowing what to expect.
We went through another door which turned out to be the kitchen. Maree's dad who was facing me came towards me, his hand extended. "Hello, I'm Bill."
Maree's mother had her back to me as we entered but turned towards us as we came through the doorway, giving me a profile of her shapely figure and outstanding tits. When I say outstanding, I mean outstanding. They were on the large size, very well formed rounded and sharply pointed.
"Hello, I'm Amanda, but most people just call me Mandy."
I think I may have paused with my mouth hanging open for a millisecond before I regained my composure. Her figure was stunning. I had to force myself to look up and into her face. I felt my face redden a little.
"Hello, I'm Mike, pleased to meet you both."
Bill said "Has Maree told you that you and your friend have been invited out with us to the local working men's club with us tonight? There will be a couple of aunts and uncles of both Maree's and Sarah's there. Everyone wants to give you the third degree and see if you come up to scratch" he laughed.
"Oh god, how embarrassing!" Maree chirped.
I was looking at Bill but wanted to turn and drink in Amanda's figure, not to mention her face.
I was given the opportunity when she said "Maree, you should take Mike upstairs and show him his room and let him unpack."
Amanda was wearing a black skirt with dark stockings and a red tight-fitting thin sweater. The only thing I wanted to unpack at the moment was my cock. It was beginning to stir. To avoid embarrassment, I quickly said "That's a good idea. Show me the way Maree."
We went upstairs and she showed me my room. I closed the door behind us and pushed her onto the bed, wrapping my arms around her.
"Stop it" she hissed "They might come in!"
"I want to come in" I grinned.
"Oh, you're incorrigible. Later!"
"When?
"When I know we won't be disturbed." Giving my groin a gentle squeeze. "Let's go downstairs and have a coffee."
Taking off my jacket we proceeded down the stairs to the kitchen.
Bill and Amanda were sitting close together at the kitchen table obviously in discussion about something. They quickly moved further apart, and Bill said "Hello again. I hope your room is OK Mike."
Amanda's face looked concerned momentarily before she regained her composure and smiled.
"The room is great. Thanks for letting me stay."
"Please make yourself at home while you are staying with us. We thought we would take you both out for tea before we go on to the club. Hope you like Chinese food"
"That sounds fantastic. I love Chinese food."
"That's settled then. I'll order the taxi for six o'clock." Bill declared.
Six o'clock came round, and we awaited the taxi. I was intrigued to see what Maree's mum was wearing. It wasn't anywhere near as form fitting as the red sweater she had on earlier. It was a green loose-fitting dress and although belted at the waist showing off her tiny waist her magnificent shapely breasts were well concealed. An enjoyable but uneventful meal was eaten before we headed off to the nearby club.
We met Tom and Sarah together with her parents inside the club where they had reserved a table for us alongside theirs. Maree's and Sarah's aunts, uncles, and other various relations, together with family friends were ranged in various tables all around us. I felt as if I was in a goldfish bowl. This uncomfortable feeling didn't last long, the company was good, the entertainment outstanding, and the evening thoroughly enjoyable. The only fly in the ointment was that on a couple of occasions I caught Marree's mother looking at me with a curious expression on her face. On each occasion it quickly changed to a smile but not quick enough to make me wonder what it was all about.
Rather than catching a taxi back it was decided we should walk to take advantage of such a pleasant evening. Thirty minutes later we were enjoying a late-night cup of coffee. Soon after Bill said it was a good idea for us to all turn in. I was grateful, it had been a long day with an early start for me coupled with a few drinks had made me sleepy.
Soon after my head had hit the pillow, I was sound asleep.
How long I was asleep I couldn't really say but it seemed like it was only a short time. A noise had woken me. Maree? I was just about to call her name when Amanda said "Mike are you awake? I need to talk to you."
She was stood in front of the window and although the curtains were drawn, she was silhouetted by the dim light from the streetlights outside.
Groggy with sleep at first, I quickly came alert when I realised it wasn't just a dream.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, I am not exactly sure how to put this but I am not happy with you seeing my daughter because of the age difference."
"It's only a little over three years, as she is nearly eighteen and I am just nearly twenty-one. I wouldn't call that a big age difference."
"Nevertheless, you appear much more mature than her, and I think she may do something rash."
"By 'something rash' you mean 'have sex with me?"
