A week after the quickie with dad in the shed mom invited us over for Friday night dinner. I was surprised as I felt no awkwardness in the presence of dad in a family setting. Dad seemed to be his usual self and paid no more attention to me than he usually did.
The food was great as always and afterwards we were sitting around the table admiring and playing with the twins.
"Have you mentioned to your parents that I have to go out of town this weekend?" My husband asked.
"You just told me this morning." I replied.
"Where are you off to, David?" Dad queried.
"The boss wants me to go over to Johnsonville and help the new foreman get settled. Show him around the place and introduce him to a few people."
I saw my father glance at me. Stealing glances at him, I could tell is mine was swirling.
"You know, darling." Dad began. "If David is going to be gone all weekend, you could watch the twins for a about five or six hours tomorrow. Moose and I could go down to Vanceboro (where our camp site was located) and pick up the trailer."
"That would be great!" Mom replied. "If Jessica will trust me that long with the twins."
"Mom! Don't be like that. Of course I trust you with my children." I exclaimed.
I gave my father a long look, knowing that he had already moved the trailer to a truck stop no more than an hour down the interstate. It had needed some framework. He apparently had not said anything to mom about moving it. I didn't know whether to be upset with him, but I looked forward to what he had in mind. I knew one thing for certain. My pussy was going to get some TLC.
If I was going to get any sex from David, it was going to be on a Friday night. After putting the twins to bed, I took my usual bath and dressed in pretty black panties and a see-through, knee length grown. My breasts and nipples were seductively visible.
I was generally hoping to get lucky, as I said earlier David was convinced that I would somehow get pregnant and depriving me of sex, despite the condom and the "day after pill". While I dressed for sex, my inner-self just didn't seem to care that much. I was thinking about tomorrow.
David turned out to be a horny and he retrieved a rubber from the drawer. With a little kissing and foreplay, he stripped me of my underwear and maneuvered between my legs. I guided his stiff, rubber coated, cock into me.
My ass matched his rhythm but it did so consciously and my moans were consciously timed to his thrust. Needless to say, I wasn't really there. At least, not until I began to let my mind wander and it wandered to the vision of my dad eating my pussy.
My husband's cock began to have an effect and I became much more proactive. Afterwards, he told me I fucked like a wanton vixen.
"Not too shabby for a 38-year-old!" I appraised myself to him.
"Tonight, you fucked like you did when you were 20." He offered.
I had mixed feelings about his remark, but in reality I didn't care what he thought. All I knew was that he wasn't giving me enough sex. I couldn't help getting pregnant late in life. If he didn't want to do his duty, I now had a man who would. I didn't have to worry about my lover coming in me, as he'd been fixed years ago.
Dad and I rolled out of the driveway shortly after David left. He would head south on the interstate and dad and I would head north. I tried to put the twins out of my mind.
"Did you not tell mom about the trailer on purpose?" I asked. "I don't see how in the world you could have foresaw a chance like this?"
"No, I did not hide it from her. No reason to, as I did not see this opportunity coming....... like you said." He answered. "Just good luck, I suppose."
I wore jeans and a heavy cotton shirt today, subconsciously I think, not wanting to appear undressed.......... Ready for Freddie so to speak. Fucking your dad does create such thinking, I suppose. Odd, I know, but it made me feel that people would see me more chastity-fied, if such a word exists. The monkey wrench in this line of thought is...... I wore no bra. Go figure!
Dad asked me to move over closer to him, but I declined. He reached to put his hand on my thigh. I did not protest letting him have this desire.
"Did you enjoy the phone call the other day, dad?" I asked.
"Yes ma'am, I surely did."
"I hope you're a real pussy eating man, because I'm expecting a repeat of that phone call but in real life."
"I don't think you have anything to worry about, sugar." He replied. "I have to apologize for neglecting that thing for so long. We will have over two hours for me to get acquainted with it properly."
I smiled at his remarks and slid a little bit closer in his direction, spreading my thighs wide enough to let his hand slide up to my crotch. He discovered I had no bra on and backhandedly stroked my breast occasionally, making my nipples hard.
