Horse Play

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Something was off between my mom and dad. At first I thought, 'ok, they're splitting up'. They weren't arguing. They had no financial problems. I know they love each other, I've seen them in action. Well, daytime around the house action. They go out to dinner and stuff and came back in great spirits. Sometimes they take me along but I like them to have each other as much as they could.

I decided the best thing I could do is stay out of it, if there was an 'it' to stay out of, but the very first thing I did was corner mom and say, "Mom. What's going on between you and dad?" I wanted to put a little comic relief on it so I said, "Are you pregnant again?" Mom hasn't been pregnant since me and that was about 20 years ago. Well, it was 20 years ago and a couple of months on top of that.

Mom was putting a new back on a book. She was really good at it. Leather. She's done some quite important books for the local library. She stopped and looked at me and smiled a big smile. She said, "Hanna, thank you. That's nice. Made me laugh. No, nothing is going on between me and Jim. My hips are keeping me from having sex with him and I'm sort of giving him orgasms other ways. I'm experimenting. It's a little strange for him, and me too actually. That's all."

I did not in any way want to know that. That was way out of my comfort zone. Other than watching them from my bedroom window splashing water in the almost dark pool out back late one night there has never been any indication of relations between them all these years. Sex relations stuff. They really knew how to hide it, believe me I tried to find out.

Mom hurt her hips. Both of them. She's on a structured recovery program and supposed to be back to absolute normal in two or three months. She didn't kill the horse. Also, she can't ride anything right now, horse or dad. She didn't say that but it seems that's the case. I said, "Well, uh. Mom, I guess I should get going."

She sat, looking at me and said, "Got you didn't I? Sorry if I spiked your brain." She was still smiling. She said, "I can't move around a lot in bed so I'm mostly limited. If he had an orgasm we'd have to change she sheets a lot so that was a problem. I thought condoms would help. They did. They seem to take the sex level down a notch. Slows him down. We haven't used condoms for a lot of years. For a while it was nice and it went well but we, or actually he, got used to it and the sex level dropped another notch. Now it takes longer."

"Mom," I said. "I really don't want to know all this."

"I know," she said. "I thought I would throw it your way and see if your generation had any insights. How to increase the erotic level of us middle aged dinosaurs. I know how to tweak your dad but that path isn't available to me right now. I thought about a lap dance or vibrator or something unusual for him. I want to be careful so when I get back to normal I still have a little draw that he likes. Mull it over. Let me know if you think of anything."

I mulled it over for a couple of days. I knew something mom didn't. I could talk to dad. It started a long time ago. I asked him a question just to embarrass him. A lot. A friend of mine did that to her dad so I thought I would try it. Didn't work, dad answered the question easily and told me a lot I didn't know. We were instant and forever buddies and he never gave me away to mom about any of my questions.

I called dad and made a lunch date with him at the ball park when they were practicing. We had hot dogs and fries. Horribly good stuff. Getting in the stands was free. I didn't always have something special to talk to him about when we had lunch but he usually knew when I did and just waited for me to start.

"Dad," I said. "Mom's been talking to me about your orgasms. She says she's got you up to 6,254 as of this week. Over 22 years that's 284 a year or 23 and a half a month or 5 and a half a week. More when you were courting and got married and less today so that's an average. I can guesstimate gallons of semen if you want. Is that true?"

Dad almost choked on his drink. He barely got his swig down before he got his handkerchief out to wipe his eyes and mouth. He looked off down the field taking a few deep breaths. I waited patiently. He finally turned around with a smiling smirk and said, "You have the most playful sense of humor. I suppose I'm not surprised. She's a little concerned. I'm not."

"Anything I can do," I said.

"Don't be silly," he said. "Of course not. She has to go through the convalescent and she'll be fine. She's worried about me. I'm perfectly happy the way things are."

"I thought you would be," I said. I ate a couple of bites. "Do you think we could talk about it, you know, for mom's sake? Not too much. Just a little to see if we can get mom a little more relaxed about it. This is way out of my ball park so if you want to shut me up I'll understand."

"I wouldn't do that. Family. She told you everything, right?"

"No, not everything," I said. "Just the good stuff." I had one of those kind of grins on my face. I couldn't help it. Dad had an ear-to-ear smile shaking his head. I said, "She asked me if I could increase the erotic level, somehow or other."

"She said that? What in the world was she thinking?" He said. "She's making more of it that it is." He paused for a while. "Hanna, we can't do anything like that."

"Of course not," I said. "She didn't suggest we do anything. She said me. Let me ask you a question. If I was there, beside or behind you, just breathing and thinking about cloud formations and things like that would it be more erotic for you?"

Dad wet his lips, then waited, then took a bite of his hot dog. He ate and looked around the field, watching batting practice. "Want another hot dog," he said.

"Oh, no," I said. "I have to watch my figure. One a week is my limit." Time went by and dad didn't answer the question. I said, "Don't forget it might be enormously erotic for me. I wouldn't mind feeling that way for a while." I ate the last of my hot dog. I said, "We could give it a try. If it doesn't work then it doesn't work. Other than that we never talk about it. It might not be all that hard." He paused and smiled at that last remark but didn't say anything.

Dad said, "You know, some of these new hitters are pretty good. I think we have a chance at a good season this year." Looking at his watch he said, "Whoa, look at the time. I need to get back. Meeting. You finished?"

"Yep," I said. "It was a very nice lunch. Thank you dad."

I called mom the next day at lunch time and told her almost all. I like to keep a few things in reserve. She was thrilled and brightened up over the phone considerably. I was surprised. I guess I didn't see how much this had concerned her.

She commenced to explain her routine, right over the phone. She had a way to sit upright and a way to recline slightly with dad either on his side or angled towards her or on his back. The room was always very dark. She got him going and got on a condom and did the deed. Mom's words. I bit my tongue not to laugh out loud. I was going to ask about oral but thought it was none of my business so didn't. We made no arrangements and she didn't give me any instructions so I guess it was up to me, and dad of course, what to do. She would let me know when. Sometimes her hips bothered her more so she held off when they did.

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Dad is 43 years old. He's 5ft10 and weights 144. Nice thick hair with a nice waist and slimish buns. Nice shoulders. I'm a couple of inches less and a few pounds less, almost a spitting image of mom. They have a king sized bed, wider than a California and plenty long. Lots of room. It has one of those body forming tops, a good one, not too deep. I didn't know what to wear so I put on a thin top and short pj pants, loose, so I could move around easily.

No night lights in the hall so it was dark. I opened the door and peeked in. Nothing. No sound and couldn't see anything. Actually there was a clock radio with a little bitty red light but it didn't light anything. Then I heard some rustling so I went over to the bed holding my hand down low until I felt it. I knew the layout of the room so I wasn't totally lost. I knew dad always slept on this side of the bed so I sat down and swiveled over onto my left side and duck walked my body over until I could feel something then stopped. There was a pillow for my head.

My knee brushed against him somewhere. Or mom. I just assumed dad was on this side. I felt a hand on my side about at my waist. It patted me twice and disappeared. I felt the bed move near my shoulder. It had to be dad. I lifted my hand to pat him back but stopped and waited. He took a couple of deep breaths. My eyes were getting used to the dark and the little light on the clock gave me some impressionable images, then more. I could see dad and mom's outline and sometimes a feature or two. More than enough to work with.

Dad was on his side facing away and mom was on the other side. She was up a little higher on the bed than dad. His head was bent. I waited and mom moaned a little and my eyes got bigger when I realized dad was running his head around mom's nipples. My nipples jumped out and up like a frog. I could feel them rubbing against my top. I could see over dad at an angle so I watched. His hand was circling around her stomach and twittling in her tuff. I couldn't see if she was shaven with her legs closed. Probably because of her hips. All of this was fuzzy shadows, not clear images.

I saw her arm moving but couldn't see where. From the angle she must be playing with him. His dick. It was probably already hard. She may be using both hands, pulling and pushing it around. It was so casual and calm. If a guy was doing that to me and I had his dick I would be into a lip lock and trying to get his dick between my legs. That's not always that easy since his dick can't curl down and upwards and my pussy is in a strange place and needs a certain thrust direction to go in.

That's why being in bed with dad when mom's getting him off isn't all that dangerous because it's difficult to accidentally fuck. I think mom knows that and it's one reason why she broached the subject. Of course try to tell that to all those pregnant women out there. I take the pill so that's not a problem.

About that time I felt the bed moving a little lower down. I reached down between us being sure not to touch dad and he was pushing his butt back and forth. He was thrusting in mom's hands. I squeezed my buns with the same feelings that got my nipples out. I was visualizing what was happening, over and over. I thought it was early so he probably didn't have a condom on yet. Raw flesh for mom.

I very slowly moved closer and felt my nipples touch his back. I stayed that way a few moments and slipped my hips closer to his and felt him softly pushing into my lap. I didn't feel my knees touching so I wrapped them up just a little until we were a very soft fit and stayed that way a few moments. He didn't stop thrusting that slow thrust he was doing. When it felt right I got up against his buns and thrust with him being sure to reverse when he did so we didn't collide.

It worked and I could feel a little reaction from him. A few minutes like that and I had the impression mom was putting a condom on him. He stopped thrusting a few times then started up again. It went about the same, thrusting. I got my upper hand up under his top on his back and very slowly rubbed him in rhythm with his and my thrusting. I could feel things getting more erotic for him. Or was it just me maybe.

I don't know how I knew but at a particular time I knew he was close. When I squeezed my buns thrusting with him I was squeezing everything else too. He paused a couple of times and quiet grunted and jerked several times. I pressed harder when he did. Dad had an orgasm.

I kept it up as long as he and mom did and we slowly settled down. Dad was breathing a little hard and resting. Mom was doing something. I guess getting the condom off and whatever else she does. It was soon quiet and serene so I slipped off the bed and left.

The next evening when dad and I were both home he looked at me with his eyebrows together and a serious look and said, "Hanna."

I looked him right in the eye with my eyes wide open and put a finger on my pressed lips. I was saying, 'Don't talk about it'. He looked at me a moment and nodded his head yes slightly and we talked about other stuff. Besides, mom would tell me all. I was dying to know how I did.

Mom always called me on my cell phone because they recorded the conversations at work because of all the legal talk. She said, "His orgasm was much quicker than normal and he seemed to get very turned on. Whatever you did worked great. I asked him what he thought about you being there. He said he didn't mind at all. I think he meant it didn't bother him like he thought it would. What about you? Was it ok. Did you mind?"

"I was a little standoffish at first but he didn't react when I touched him so I did a few things, not a lot. You two know how to have fun. It got to me some, you know, a little."

"Turned you on you mean," she said. "Good. No reason to not have fun while you're at it. Thanks Hanna. That was a great help. You being there doesn't bother me at all. If you want to enjoy yourself more just be careful of your dad's feelings. Actually I think he was surprised at how nice it went. He sure did have a big orgasm." We talked about supper and hung up. I didn't want to get in trouble staying on the phone too long.

I work for dad in another building from his office. We supply items made to government and military specs. Not ordinance or anything like that. The million dollar toilet seats. Stuff like that. I work in contracts. There's a contract at every point from start to finish and delivery. Dad's a hard boss. I've been working for him for almost three years. I'm getting a degree in between organizing company projects.

I have a friend for sex, Derik. We get together every now and then, not regular. Sometimes we go out together or to his apartment. Mom and dad doesn't know about him. They probably think I'm a virgin. I'm kind of shy about my sex life except for helping mom and, I guess, dad. I think mom found a way to ask me over again. She walked up beside me talking about a book she was doing and started softly rubbing my buns, up and down, right in the middle with a finger pressing. It worked. I had sex on my mind for the next hour thinking about being in bed with a bare dick.

I'm not sure what mom was wearing the first time. Her breasts were bare and her tuff was too but I don't think she was nude, top unbuttoned and bottom down maybe. Dad had on a loose top and probably boxers because they weren't down and mom had his dick. This time I put on a silky thin top and shorts the same. Very impressionable for everybody. When I got on the bed they were in about the same position doing something. I couldn't see yet.

I got up against dad but not too firm. When I could see a little mom was on her back beside dad. He was on his side. I could hear a rhythm type of sound. I thought she probably had her arm between them and was working on him already. Maybe for a while. I didn't know when they actually started. I was going to see if I could push a knee in between dad's thighs but before I could he tilted over towards me. Not fully on his back but enough that I had a view across his body.

I could see his dick sticking out of his boxers, not fully, and mom's hand around him, slowly pushing and pulling. Mom was nude. I pursed my lips and forced my breath out slowly. My head got hot and all my sex parts went funny. There seemed to be a little more light in the room. I could see better. Not fully but better. I looked around and the clock with the red light was gone. Another one was on another table and it had a little white light on top shining up at the ceiling. They were giving me a better view.

Dad had his head on his pillow and was quietly enjoying mom. No top on. When he tilted over the side of his bun landed right in my valley. I didn't pull away it felt so good. This was virgin territory, as they say, so I pushed into him just once and at the same time got my hand softly on his stomach. I moved my fingers a little like I was scratching then let them move down and scratched around again. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick.

It wasn't enormously fat or extremely long. It was a perfect dick. It was impressive and looked hard as a rock. He had foreskin but it was down. Sometimes it folded up when mom was sliding her hand up on him. I moved my hand down more to the top of his boxers and slipped in. I could feel pubic hair and dad tilted his dick up and back down. I think he was trying to run into my fingers.

I scratched some more and closed my eyes and moved my fingers down with my little finger edge on. I felt him through the hair as a buffer and stayed there. Still moving my fingers like I was scratching, my little finger rubbing against him very lightly. I wanted to see where he got uncomfortable. I could see mom watching my hand in his shorts and she could see his boxers moving a little. Not much, it wasn't that bright. I did that for a long time.

I could feel his dick tilting a little with mom playing with it. Mom and dad were getting a little more into it but no condom yet. Mom stopped and pulled his whole dick out of his shorts including his balls. Dad opened his legs a few inches. Mom reached for something, probably the condom. While she was doing that I reached around the base of his dick barely touching my fingers together, under his balls. It was comfortable. I was still in his shorts. His balls were resting on my fingers above his boxers. He tilted his dick up again. He was ok with where I was at.

I watched her put the condom on and roll it down. She got her hands back on and started jacking him. By that time I had my other hand down inside the back of his shorts playing with his buns and down in his butt crack. I had him between my hands right where it counted. He was being messed with. I was starting to get a little wet. I thrusted into his bun a few times with my legs open more and I had his side between my breasts and my feet messing with his and my knee in the back of his thigh.

I started to squeeze the base of his dick in a rhythm with mom jacking. I couldn't believe how much I wanted to get my tongue in his mouth, or somewhere. Dad was thrusting up at an angle towards mom and he had his arms out wide. He was in the hands of two wild women bent on taking away his manhood as soon as possible. It didn't take long.

Dad had a great orgasm. The top of the condom got large like an ice cream cone. I could feel his sperm traveling. It was a very high erotic thrill. I wish I could do that with my pussy. Mom and I stayed with it until he couldn't take it anymore. I saw mom take off the condom and reach over and get a washcloth and towel. They had a routine. Dad started to deflate while I was watching. I almost reached out but didn't.

So, I knew he would let me play with his dick, at least a little. Mom seemed wonderfully thrilled with what was going on so far. Actually I was too. I was getting really turned on with all this fully open and welcome sex play. Dad hadn't made any moves on me yet so I though the next time I might give him an incentive. Maybe I should see what mom thought about it. I didn't want to go where they didn't. I didn't quite know how far I wanted to go either.

I went home for sandwiches one day at lunch. I said, "Mom. Do you think dad would want to, you know, uh, something with me? Touching or rubbing. I don't know what. I don't want to go where I shouldn't. It seems to be going ok. I don't want to mess that up. What do you think?"