I hope you have read what happened to our family in the last four parts. If not I'll explain...
I'm Jane, I'm 36, married to John, he's 38. We have twin 18 year olds: daughter Anna and son Sam. A few months ago I walked in on Anna and Sam having sex. After some discussion with John, we decided to let them carry on. We had a stern talk with them that somehow ended in us having sex with them.
I finished last part telling you about a swinging family we met and the fun we had with them and their kids.
So to carry on...
After that weekend with Robert and Angie life went back to normal - ok, our normal - for a few days. Angie did call and invited us to meet up with another couple which we did. It was an awesome night. Six of us, all there for one thing and loving it. When we got home in the morning Anna wanted to hear every detail of the night. As we were telling her who fucked who she took her dad's cock out and started to suck him. I was surprised how easily he got hard again. I didn't think he could have so soon after so much sex.
As we were telling her she was sucking him and taking off the T-shirt she had worn to bed. As I talked I could feel myself getting wetter watching them. She pulled her dad's trousers and pants down, sucking his balls, then made him lift his legs up so she could lick his bum. This was too much. I stripped off, got behind Anna and licked her pussy and bum.
Her pussy was soaking as my tongue ran between her lips. She tasted so sweet. I pushed my tongue into her bum as deep as I could go, wetting it thoroughly, then went back to her pussy as I pushed two fingers in her bum.
John was loving the feel of her mouth round his cock urging her to go deeper and faster, fucking her face. As he came in her mouth he was moaning and holding her head onto his cock. When he let go of her she turned round to kiss me, spitting her dad's cum into my mouth. We kept kissing, our tongues playing with each other's, and with her dad's cum. We probably kissed for five minutes just loving the feeling of our tongues touching and probing,
"We are going to have meet other couples more often," I thought, "If this is the result when we get back home."
A few days later Anna was talking to me about men and how none seemed as good as her dad.
"Yes, I feel the same with Sam," I said, "He seems to be so good. Probably because it's so wrong."
She agreed with me, then said, "You don't know how it feels to fuck your dad though."
"No I don't," I thought, "And probably never will either. I know dad's not like that."
A bit later, I was online talking to a friend from
Literotica
. I told her what Anna had said about fucking her dad and how I can't know how good it feels.
"Why can't you fuck your dad?" she said.
"Well, he's not like that," I replied.
"Huh," she said, "I'm sure if you tried he might be."
This got me thinking. Could I? Would he?
I rang dad up and said, "Hi. Not seen you for a week. Why don't you come round tomorrow for coffee and a catch-up? I'm not working so I'll be at home."
He agreed and next morning he arrived. I was In the kitchen in my usual home clothes - just a pair of panties. He walked in and immediately went red.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jane," he said, "i didn't realise. I'm sorry."
I just laughed.
"Don't be silly dad. I'm like this all the time at home. It's ok."
"Yes I know. But I've not seen you like this. I'm sorry," he said.
All this time he had his back to me.
"Don't be stupid," I told him, "You've seen holiday pics of me like this with bikini bottoms on that were smaller than these panties."
"Yes, " he replied, "But that's different. It's a picture. Not actually seeing you."
"Look dad," I said, "This is how I feel comfortable at home. There's nothing wrong with it. If you really want to be an old, stuffy guy and you're not happy, I'll go and put something on. But I won't be happy if I have to dress."
He mumbled a bit and came around to it being ok. Thank god! So I just finished making the coffee and we went into the front room. We sat there, talking about nothing in particular. I tried to keep my legs open as much as possible. And I did notice that if I looked into the tv, which was off, and not at dad, he was staring at me. As soon as I looked round, his eyes moved away,
After couple of hours we said our goodbyes. He gave me my usual kiss and his hands went to my waist. I could feel them burn into me. I could still feel the place where his hands had touched me hours later.
The following day John was not going to work until dinner time. I was upstairs when he came into the bedroom and said, "Your dad is downstairs. Said he was just passing."
I usually see dad once a fortnight; at the most once a week. Yet here he was the following day,
"Ok," I said to John, "Go down and tell dad to put the kettle on and you go out. Leave us alone. Tell him you're off to work."
I quickly jumped in the shower, got my hair wet and then, while I was drying it, went downstairs.
"Hi dad. Will you put a couple of slices of toast on as well as the coffee?"
I couldn't see him with my head down drying my hair, but he started to say "ok", then sort of mumbled. I knew he must have turned round and seen me naked,
"Er, Jane," he said, "I think you need to put something else on."
"Oh shit dad. Sorry. I just rushed down to get you to put toast on. I didn't think. Well, you've seen me now so it doesn't matter."
"Er, are you sure? " he said.
"Yes it's fine. It's not like you haven't seen a naked woman before."
Nothing more was said about me being naked. We took our coffee and toast into the front room and chatted as if everything was normal. I was soaking, sat naked in front of dad, but didn't know what to do next, apart from keeping opening my legs, which I did. But he didn't make a move on me and a couple of hours later he left. He gave me a kiss and was gone.
I had to rush upstairs and get the vibe out. It took about one minute for me to cum thinking of his cock,
This went on for a couple of weeks, maybe three. He would come round on my days off. If I was downstairs, he'd catch me in knickers; if I was upstairs, I would come down naked. But still that's as far as it went. I asked John and Anna what to do.
"Just jump on him, lol," was Anna's reply.
"Try going to his house," said John, "It could be he's worried me or the kids might walk in."
So, a couple of days later, early in the morning, I went to dad's house. When I walked in he was in boxers and a vest.
"Hi dad. Get the kettle on I'm parched. Glad to see you like just underwear at home as well."
"Yes, it's a lot better now it's warm," he said, "Do you want me to put some trousers on?"
"No don't be silly," I replied, "In fact think I'll join you."
At that, I pulled my dress over my head and stood there completely naked. This time I could see the reaction from dad. His boxers started to bulge out.
"Great," I thought, "He does want it."
I looked down and spoke.
"Hmm dad. Looks like you like me naked."
I reached out and touched his hard cock through his boxers. He leapt back.
"It's ok dad. Trust me."
This time I reached down into his boxers and actually held his cock in my bare hand. I thought it was going to burn through my hand it felt so hot and hard. I was close to cumming I was so excited, I slowly wanked him pulling him closer to me. I put my other hand into his boxers as well, feeling his balls. I took hold of the waist band and pulled his boxers down. I crouched down as I did it so his cock was right in front of my face.
