Unexpected interruptions are so annoying. Grannie came to Poppy's house without calling. She used the key from the hiding place that she was supposed to use only in case of an emergency. But there was no emergency only her mother's intuitive flash that kept nagging her mind. She had a hunch that something was going on but she did not want to believe her suspicions. Quietly she tiptoed down the hall first listening outside the closed door then throwing it open confirming what she had suspected.
She was shocked but not surprised to see my legs wrapped around Poppy with us engaged in hard fast fucking. Most people have would jumped apart if their grandmother had caught them in their own father's bed having sex with him. We stopped thrusting but he did not withdraw from my pussy. Poppy pulled the covers over us roaring at her demanding for her to leave his house.
Grannie screamed obscenities expressing her disgust at what we were doing. She called us names while standing in the bedroom doorway. Again Poppy shouted, "go home, I'll call you later." I knew all hell was going to break loose as the result of Grannie busting Poppy and I. In a way it was a relief that our only relative knows that we are having an affair. I hated keeping our relationship hidden from her.
It's not that I feel ashamed of myself for being involved with Poppy. Just concerned about what the fall out will be now that she knows. Then there are the negative consequences that could derive from notoriety or the legal penalties that we would face if our relationship became public knowledge. Both of us knew that Grannie wouldn't tell anyone. For my grandmother the sun rises and sets on my father she is so proud of him. She would not do anything to cause him to be viewed in a negative light. I couldn't help but wonder what she is thinking of Poppy and me now. She followed Poppy's demands to go home. Grannie walked out of the house slamming the front door behind her.
We breathed a sigh of relief when she had left. All week we had settled for phone sex. Hearing his voice, listening to him describe the way he wanted to make love to me when we could actually screw had built our anticipation. In fact, the moment I saw him after coming into the house I started taking off my clothes. He greeted me with a kiss putting his tongue in my mouth, holding me in his arms, hugging me eagerly directing me to our bed.
Having my grandmother standing in the doorway looking down at us in the bed together broke our momentum interrupting our rhythm distracting us from pleasuring one another. So Poppy switched to my favorite doggy style position so that he could quickly re-ignite the fire between us. He stood behind me holding my labia lips stretching my hole open, teasing me pretending that he was about to penetrate me but instead he ran his phallus back and forth across my slit and clit stoking my passion. I was soaking wet aching for him to slide in. Finally, he slipped into my hole slowly moving in and out. But going an entire week without having him inside of me drove me crazy with missing him. A slow building of passion would be wasted on me, instead my lust for him prompted me to beg him to fuck me hard and fast. Poppy stepped it up for me because he could tell that I need a hard fuck quickly. He met my need for immediate deep powerful strokes.
Our joint vigorous thrusting produced mutual waves of pleasure. I started to moan lost in the throes of passion and came on Poppy 's prick. Poppy slowed his penetration to allow my sensitivity to subside. He leaned forward pulling my behind to him and lifting my ass up to give me his special move inside of me so that he could deliver his deep satisfying thrusts bringing me to orgasm again.
There are times when he doesn't do any penetrating because he is not able to have sex every day. Sometimes Poppy he sucks my breasts like a baby being breastfed. Ever since he realized how much I loved having him suck my nipples at least twice a week he devotes his attention to my breasts. I hold him in my arms and he nibbles, kisses and sucks my breasts alternating between them. Most times he combines breasts stimulation with fingering me until I climax. Being successful in his business takes a lot of energy for him to be at the top of his game. He devised ways to keep me sexually satisfied on the days he can't or doesn't want penetration. At the beginning of our relationship he was afraid that I would leave him for a younger man because he could not perform every day. When he discovered that he could bring me to orgasm using alternate stimulating techniques, he relaxed feeling that he could provide me with the maximum number of climaxes I could handle.
There are some benefits to having a lover who takes a longer time to have his sexual release. Most times I am able to have at least 1 but usually 2 or 3 orgasms before he has his one.
Because we are both consenting adults me 35, he 57 we supposed incorrectly that we conduct our lives to please ourselves if we used discretion. Poppy is a widow and I am divorced. I moved in with him after my marriage ended. Staying at Poppy's house was to supposed to have been a temporary situation but it turned out to be our permanent living arrangement.
The last thing I would have imagined was that Poppy and I would become lovers. No one including me thought that it was strange for me to accompany Poppy to business functions or to be his hostess for business dinners. Both of us were lonely living life without partners before we started sleeping with one another. We would arrive home at the end of the evening. My father would give me a parental kiss on the cheek before saying good night. About 7 months ago everything changed, he kissed me on the lips but not in a fatherly way. Something clicked between us that night. Our awareness of and attraction to the other's masculinity and femininity deepened and grew.
Seeing and feeling him gaze at me had an altered meaning. I could tell by the look in his eyes that his feelings for me had transformed from being paternal to being erotic. Our touches sent a rush through me. I began to watch him and admire him increasing how much I was attracted to him. One night he decided to take a chance when he let his lips linger on mine uncertain whether I would kiss him back. I did return his kiss letting his tongue slip into my mouth offering my tongue to him. Little by little the hunger to feel his penis moving in and out of me filled my thoughts and my body. He didn't seduce me. In all honesty, I eagerly engaged in sexual banter and flirting with him choosing to accept his passes at me. I could have declined to become involved with him but I elected to go forward knowing where my actions were leading. Slowly our mutual desire evolved so that we consciously decided at every step along the way to continue our courtship. Neither Poppy nor I pretend to have lost control in a sexual mania or to have made a spur of the moment mistake to explain how we came to be a couple. We had a clear head about what we wanted. I wanted him in the same way he wanted me. Both of us were responsible for letting our relationship develop into an affair.
Besides good sex we had fun together. When our friends and colleagues noticed us in the same room they saw a father and daughter who get along and work well together. Outsiders see a collegial man and woman together. Poppy and I carefully controlled our public proximity to each other because the electricity between us stimulates our desire of each other. Sometimes we are giddy and giggly about our love for each. If it was possible we would marry but in this country, it would be illegal. We can't change the fact that we are father and daughter but we can determine whether we live together as husband and wife behind closed doors.
For a couple of hours following our intimate relations, we alternated between kissing, talking, eating a light supper and watching a basketball game on television. Poppy knew he had to give his mother a call. He'd have to listen to a lecture about having an affair with his own daughter. Poppy was not looking forward to his conversation with Grannie. I don't know what he will say when they talk.
As he dialed her number I sat up in bed to listen. Though I couldn't hear her end of the conversation I could hear Poppy's response.
"Hello, Mother."
"About 3 months."
"I didn't force her! It's something we both wanted!"
"I have no intention of ending our relationship."
"We're consenting adults who we want to be together."
