This wasn't the first time Richard Wilson had stood outside his daughter's bedroom and listened to the giggles of his daughter Amanda and her lifelong friend Carla during one of their frequent sleepovers, and there had been nights when he stuck around after the giggling ended and the other much more interesting sounds bled out into the hallway as well.
On this night however Richard Wilson was about to do something he had never done before when his daughter had company. He was about to turn the knob and enter the room, and while his daughter Amanda was aware of his coming and was the one that had suggested it, the middle aged banker was unsure exactly how much his daughter's cherubic friend knew about what was going to happen.
You see even though Carla Mazzone was almost 19, about six months older than her best friend Amanda Wilson, in many ways she seemed younger. More immature and certainly not as experienced in the world as Richard's daughter, that much was certain. That was one of the reasons that Richard's daughter had suggested he visit her room that night, to "educate" her friend, although Richard sensed that it was also a way to show him off as well as flaunting their unusual relationship.
This wouldn't be the first nocturnal visit 53 year old Richard Wilson had made to his daughter's bedroom after his wife of 27 years had fallen asleep, deep in the cloud of medication that made her oblivious to everything that was going on in the house, and if Richard had his way it wouldn't be the last. That would be up to his daughter, because he wasn't the initiator in this relationship any longer. It was Amanda's choice, and when she wanted it to end it would, but Richard saw no end in sight.
Now he was about to sample another luscious piece of young womanhood, and while Carla Mazzone wasn't the petite pixie Amanda was, the fact that the brunette was packing a few extra pounds on her didn't faze Richard in the least. This would be a livelong fantasy come true for him, sharing a bed with two horny teenage girls, and the fact that one of them was his daughter not only didn't hurt, in a twisted way it helped make it better.
So Richard tapped gently on the wood and then opened the door slowly, smiling at the two young ladies kneeling on the bed before closing the door behind himself. Richard turned the lock as well, just in case for some reason the Ambien didn't take, although it always had up to then.
"Good evening ladies," Richard said with a smile as he observed the two very different reactions of his daughter and her friend.
"Hi Daddy," chirped his always bubbly daughter, who was clad in only a skimpy bra that pushed up her little treasures in their A cups.
Amanda wasn't wearing anything besides the bra, choosing to leave her pussy exposed, the faint wisp of golden down that graced her mound shimmering in the faint light from the lamp at her bedside.
"Hi Kitten. You look yummy tonight," Richard noted while enjoying the giggle his comments elicited, and then turning to her petrified friend he said, "Hi Carla. You okay?"
"She thought I was lying," Amanda announced, and although Carla mumbled a denial it was barely audible. "She didn't think you were really going to come - just like she doesn't believe me when I tell her about you and me."
"I don't know exactly what Amanda told you, but I suspect that it was the truth," Richard said, enjoying the shocked look on Carla's face as she looked up and down his rather unspectacular body clad only in baggy boxer shorts. "Amanda's my special woman. Right honey?"
"Sure am Daddy," Amanda said as her father went over to the bed and kissed her father, and out of the corner of his eye Richard saw the open-mouthed shock of Carla as they kissed unlike most fathers and daughters did.
"Can I kiss you too Carla?" Richard asked softly as he turned his attention to his daughter's friend who was still in shock, clad in an over-sized t-shirt that went down to her knees on the bedding. "I've always wanted to kiss you - really kiss you - and sample those luscious full lips of yours."
Realizing he wasn't going to get an answer, Richard kept smiling and brushed some of her bowl haircut from near her chubby cheek while leaning over and kissing her much like he had his daughter. Merely just letting her friend's father kiss her without responding at first, after a few seconds he felt the teen begin to share the affection, and by the time his tongue slipped into her mouth Carla was getting a little more comfortable.
"You kiss nicely Carla," Richard said to the still nervous brunette. "Better now? You do want me to be here don't you?"
"She does Daddy," Amanda answered for her friend, giving her a little slug along with a glare. "She's just a chicken."
"Am not," Carla contended.
"You are too. You wouldn't even go on the Screaming Demon at Great Escape and that's a ride for pussies," Amanda mocked.
"Whatever," Carla said as she looked out of the corner of her eye at Mr. Wilson in his boxer shorts and socks.
Richard was aware of her staring and he suspected that his daughter had not only briefed her on their relationship, but had also told Carla of something else judging by the way she kept staring at his very modest boxers.
Perhaps "told her" wasn't the right phrase. Maybe Amanda had "cautioned" her friend about what made a thoroughly unremarkable middle-aged man with a body resembling the "before" in a Charles Atlas muscle building advertisement, a much more interesting man to girls who otherwise would never have given him a second thought.
This both amused and excited the banker, which was a stark contrast to the shame he had felt in his youth when he cringed at the teasing and laughter from the guys in the locker room. Now he reveled in the looks and the attention he got, and he suspected that shortly his daughter's friend would be even more nervous than she already was.
"Are you a virgin Carla? There's no shame in that you know," Richard told her, and although the girl answered no in a tone that suggested the idea was absurd he wasn't sure. He didn't know and cared even less, and in fact the idea of taking a virgin was exciting to him.
"So what's next?" Richard asked. "Or first I should say."
"Take my Dad's dick out!" Amanda yipped a bit too loudly, drawing a look from her father.
"Your mother is asleep, not dead," he reminded Amanda who apologized meekly.
"What if Mrs. Wilson wakes up?" Carla asked.
"Never has and the door is locked but if she did I'll go out the window - open or not," Richard explained with a laugh.
"Come on Carla - you pussy," Amanda taunted. "You said you would."
"You do it. He's your Daddy."
"We'll do it this way then," Amanda said and with that she grabbed the fabric of the boxers up near the top and slowly pulled the boxer's leg upwards like she was unveiling a painting, and it wasn't long before Carla's eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped as the tip of Mr. Wilson's penis came into view down on the inside of his scrawny thigh.
"Holy shit," Carla squeaked as Amanda cackled.
"Told you!" Amanda said in her know-it-all voice before looking up at her Dad and explaining, "I told her how big your cock is and she didn't believe me. See? Peekaboo!"
Amanda lifted the boxers leg a little more to expose the outline of the bulbous glans encased by the long beige foreskin and giggled more while her friend recoiled slightly at the sight of the organ which even its owner would admit to being as unattractive as it was intimidating.
"Oh man," Carla mumbled as she held the hem of her t-shirt down against her plump knees.
"And you thought Jeff Weston was big," Amanda reminded her friend while reaching back and unhooking her own bra, exposing her gravity defying sprouts which made up for in perkiness what they lacked in size.
"Look Carla, if you'd rather not..." Richard offered, although leaving the room was most definitely not on his agenda and seeing the shaken teen quivering like that made her look hotter still.
"No Mr. Wilson. I want to."
"Then let's let my Daddy get a look at you," Amanda declared as she knee-walked over behind her friend and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt while saying, "Upsie-daisy."
Carla dutifully lifted her arms and let her friend pulled the t-shirt over her head. Richard noticed that the large hollows of Carla's underarms were smooth and glistening with perspiration. That was a change since Richard had noted previously that the girl's armpits were almost always coated with a dense five o'clock shadow that he thought reflected her Italian heritage as well as how fast the hair grew.
Amanda then unhooked Carla's bra, exposing her round grapefruit-sized breasts that were a bit smaller than Richard had imagined, and while her thick frame probably made them look smaller than they actually were, they were nicely shaped and had cute crimson nipples that looked quite enticing.
"Nice," Richard remarked as Carla bit her lower lip and blushed, and she seemed reluctant to let Amanda help her get her panties off, which annoyed his daughter.
"Off with these Granny panties girlfriend," Amanda kidded. "Don't fight me Carla. Dad's gonna see your pussy soon enough anyway. I offered to shave it or trim it for you."
"Carla's ashamed of how hairy her pussy is," Amanda explained to her Dad. "I told her that you would like it because Mom has a big bush too - and you married her."
"That's right Carla," Richard chimed in as he watched his daughter grab the waistband of the very modest panties that were up around her fleshy belly, and he took a deep breath as the teen's wide and dense untamed triangle of dark brown curls came into view. "You're really hot honey."
Richard was only slightly exaggerating since he was old school about pubic hair and preferred at nice furry delta to his daughter's sparsely thatched mound. which he had gotten to enjoy after his initial trepidation. As for the rest of Carla, there was no denying she was a little plump but if she shed those extra 25 pounds or so and lost that bowl haircut which made her look even heavier, she would have guys lined up for her. As for Richard Wilson, for now that line started with him.
