I was several months in recovering from my accident. My arm actually recovered fairly quickly but the leg was slower or so it seemed. The doctor warned me against putting stress on it until he said so in that I might either reinjure it or cause it to heel improperly. During that time Carol and I refrained from sex of any time. Maybe it was because there weren't any excuses for us to fall into it. I was able to clean myself without help. Or maybe it was because we both felt a little guilty about what had happened. I know that was true for me and Carol being a lot like me, well, I suspect the same was true for her.
She was ever the attentive daughter and loving. She came over every day until I really didn't need her like that any more and that happened fairly quickly after our encounter. But our encounter had fully awakened my dormant sexual needs. Prior to the skiing accident my social life hit a new low, zero. It seemed that every woman I dated had some sort of an agenda going. One actually wanted to see my financial portfolio and another my various college degrees. I never saw either after they asked for those things. I could easily have satisfied their requests but there was something untrusting in their requests. I blamed the guys they had seen them before me for that but still it showed their general lack of trust and that is something I feel a necessity in a relationship. If you can't take me at my word then we can't have a relationship.
I had started to notice a young lady who lived next door to me. Her name is Cindy and she had been Carol's best friend at one time. But while Carol was away at college they had become distant. Cindy, Carol had told me, had gotten herself into a relationship with a very controlling guy so that had been the end of things. But now I was seeing Cindy fairly regularly going in and out of her house.
Cindy isn't nearly as pretty as Carol, she'll never turn a head. Still, I always liked her because she was always extremely polite and nice when she was visiting us. Cindy was about five foot six and I'd say about 20 pounds overweight although to her credit she carried it very well and always wore clothes that flattered her. She's a brunette and now wears her hair short. She does have large doe brown eyes that have that bedroom look to them in an innocent way if you know what I mean. She has an upturned nose and pouty lips. Personally I always thought her lips were begging to be kissed. Cindy wore a part of her weight in her breasts which were large and full.
One day as I was going into my house I noticed Cindy getting out of her car and called out, "Hi there Cindy, long time no see."
"Oh hi!" She replied with a big smile, "Yeah, I've been busy and stuff. I saw your gimping around a few weeks ago. Is everything okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm healed. I got a good witch doctor to put a hex on the terrorist tree that tried to take my arm and leg and at the same time he gave me a quick heal potion."
"Very funny! So how's Carol? I haven't seen her in forever."
Cindy had changed her path and walked across her lawn and mine to where she was standing right in front of me now. I was standing on the first step going into my house so I gazed down upon her and as I did I got a clear view of her ample cleavage down the halter top she was wearing. I wondered to myself if she was even wearing a bra as none was evident. "Carol's good. She's working in a law firm here in town now you know."
"No, I didn't. When did that all happen?"
"Well, she just graduated from law school last year and passed the bar exam late in the fall but already had a position at Hamilton Adams and Whitman."
"Yeah, I've heard of them. Aren't they the guys who represent like half the Red Sox?"
"Well actually I think they've got only one such client but yeah, they're pretty prestigious." I was telling myself to look Cindy in the eyes and yet my eyes kept drifting down to her chest.
"You don't have a beer do you?"
"Well, yeah, I do. Come on in and I'll get you one." Cindy followed me into the house and sat in the living room as I went off to the kitchen to fetch her a beer. "Here you go, Tuborg, imported. Hope you like it." I said smiling.
"Well yeah," she said holding the yeah a little longer as the kids do these days. "That's good stuff." Cindy took the beer from my hand, took a sip and put it on a coaster she found sitting on my coffee table.
"See that picture album on the coffee table?" I asked and not waiting for her to answer I continued, "There pictures of Carol in there at her graduation from law school."
Cindy leaned over and started to page through the album. As she leaned over I was once again afforded a very good view of her ample breasts. As her halter top fell away from her chest it became more evident to me that she wasn't wearing a bra and I desperately wanted to change my position so I could get an even better view down her top. I restrained myself however.
I must have been staring a little too intently because suddenly I heard Cindy say, "Like what you see?"
I must have blushed a thousand shades of red as I immediately realized I had been caught. I searched for the right words but could only peep out, "Busted," I paused and then continued, "I'm sorry."
"Oh, that's all right. Guys are always staring at my tits. I kinda like it if you know what I mean."
I knew exactly what she meant but I still didn't know what to say next. Cindy solved that problem for me by saying, "I think they're a little big, don't you think?"
"Um, no, not at all. I think they're just right."
"But guys are always saying that anything more than a handful is a waste and they do hurt my back some times. I dunno, sometimes I think I'd like to have those high perky tits some girls do."
"No no, you're breasts are perfect just the way they are."
"How do you know, you've never even seen them." I was about to object when Cindy crossed her arms in front of her and pulled her halter top over her head. "See, they're huge and they sag too much."
I was awestruck with Cindy's lack of shame in showing me her breasts. Still, I couldn't take my eyes off them. They did sag as she had said but they were also very full and large without being too large where I was concerned. Cindy got up from the sofa and came over to me.
"You wanna touch them?" She asked and I didn't even flinch. I reached out and squeezed one of her breasts. It was quite firm and as my palm passed over her nipple I felt it harden in my palm. Then I reached up with my other hand and squeezed her other breast. I was mesmerized by them. I continued to squeeze and caress her breasts and as I looked up I noticed that she had closed her eyes. Then she let out a slight moan. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at me. I let go of her breasts and without taking her eyes from mine she reached down and slipped off her shorts and panties. Cindy was standing stark naked in front of me and finally I took my eyes from hers and gazed down at her pussy. It was very neatly trimmed. Half way down her pussy lips she was totally clean shaven. I reached out once again and touched her pussy lightly with my finger tips.
Cindy shivered and said, "What do you say we go upstairs."
I felt spellbound. I nodded, got up and led her up to the bedroom. I started to undo my shirt but Cindy said, "Let me do that." And expertly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. She unbuckled my belt and then got down on her knees as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles where I stepped out of them. My hard cock sprang up right in front of her face as she pulled down my underpants. Cindy simply leaned forward a little and took my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl around the tip of my cock and her lips then pull on my cock. She put her hand at the base of my cock and went up and down on me several times before letting go of it.
"Let's get a little more comfortable." I felt totally under her power and fell onto my bed pushing aside the covers on it. Cindy jumped into the bed next to me, kissed me longingly on my lips, pushed back, giggled a bit and then pulled the covers over both of us. I figured she'd want to cuddle up next to me but instead she snuck down under the covers completely and slowly started sucking on my cock again. I could feel her large beasts pressed against my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on me. Then I felt her come up off my cock and lick down the side of it and then down to my balls. She took one of my balls into her mouth and gently sucked on it and then took them other. Then she did something that had only happened to me once before. She took her tongue from my balls and lick down my scrotum and towards my asshole and although she never made it all the way the sensation of her licking my scrotum was exquisite.
Just then I heard a voice say, "Hi daddy, are you hiding in here?"
I looked up and there stood my daughter Carol in the doorway and she was totally naked. "I wanted to surprise you daddy. I did something just for you." The she took her hand from her breast and caressed is down over her pussy, her now totally shaven pussy. Carol, somehow, had failed to notice I wasn't alone in the bed but then she did. "Oh, I'm sorry, I . . . I thought you were alone she stuttered."
The next thing I knew the unimaginable happened and Cindy popped up from under the covers and said, "Oh, hello Carol. How've you been?" I couldn't believe how nonchalantly she said it as though her being there were the most normal thing in the world. She was sitting straight up and not doing a thing to cover her nakedness. Carol, however, had a totally shocked look on her face.
"How've I been?" Carol yelled incredulously, "What the fuck are you doing in bed with my father?"
"Gee Carol. Nice to see you too." Cindy seemed as cool as anyone could possibly be. I couldn't believe how brazen she was. "So you're here stark naked in your father's bedroom showing off your shaved pussy?"
"It's not what it seems." Carol desperately countered.
"It isn't? Then what is it?" Carol's lack of an immediate explanation allowed Cindy to continue. "So you two've been fucking huh?"
"No we're not!" Carol protested.
