Masturbation the Third

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I was sitting on my bed just watching some reels, my door tapped, and Mum came in.

"I need to ask you something Melanie."

"Er, okay, what Mum?"

"Yesterday, you know what we did, did you want to do more?"

"More than what Mum, or do you mean do it again?"

"I mean did you want your Dad to, you know, do more, put his dick in you, you know, make love to you."

"God no Mum, no, and don't ask me to."

"I wasn't, I just wanted to know if you did, only watching him made me want to, you know make love to him, only I can't my insides are not in a good shape."

"Are you asking me to shag Dad because you can't?"

"I was only going to say, I wouldn't mind if you did because I can't."

"The answer is the same Mum; I am not going to shag Dad. I enjoyed what we did, but that is as far as it goes. If you want him to shag you but your fanny is broke, then offer him your bum, but please don't offer him your daughter. I don't want that, not Dad."

"My bottom?"

"Yes, I have done that several times, usually when I am on my period. As long as you are relaxed and use some lubrication, and the guy goes gently, it can be really nice. Guys usually like it because we tend to be tighter there, and they can get more pleasure."

"Oh my Goodness, I have never heard of such a thing, honestly, but, isn't it, well, you know, messy?"

"Not if you empty yourself first Mum."

"Dear Lord."

Mum left and I went back to my reels, I was a bit surprised at what Mum had said, me fuck my Dad because she couldn't. I could not do that. I do like masturbating him, but that is as far as I go, he is not sticking his dick inside my fanny, or indeed, my arse. Not sticking his dick inside anywhere below my boobs, that is it. I do love watching him wank though, I might see if I can engineer that again.

I was sat on the armchair in the lounge, I had a cup of tea and my iPhone. I was wearing my earbuds, but they were in transparency mode so that I could hear what was going on in the house. Dad poked his head through the door then went away, then Mum did the same. Interesting. I then heard them go upstairs together. Very interesting.

I gave them a few minutes and followed, but they had their door almost pushed too, not open so that I could go in, but not shut completely, so I could still hear them. I could hear kissing and rustling.

"You can't use my front, you know that. Would you like to try my back passage."

"Your bum?" I wished I could have seen his face when Mum suggested anal sex.

"Yes, it is apparently what Melanie does with her boyfriends when she is on her period. I thought we could give it a try. I have never ever done it before, so it might not work."

"Okay, yes, absolutely." Was he ever going to say no?

"But as I have never done it, if it hurts too much you have to stop, you have to promise me that you will stop."

"Of course, when? Now?"

"No love, later, for now I want to try using my mouth."

"Oh God I think I have died and gone to heaven. What about Melanie, is she joining us?"

"No, this is between you and me, not her. I also want to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Yesterday, you know when we were all in here, and you finished, and it went in her mouth?"

"Yes, that was an accident."

"Okay, but did you want to make love to her, you know in her front, because you couldn't make love to me."

"God no. She is our daughter, what we have been doing is as far as I am prepared to go. I don't mind her watching us, but she cannot be a physical part. I cannot make love to our daughter."

'Good answer dad' I thought, although a very small part of me was disappointed that he didn't want to shag me, I would have liked to have had the opportunity to have said no, but actually Dad saying what he did say was better. At least he doesn't mind me watching, God, I love to watch him do it.

I heard the sounds of a blow job, slurping, sighs, gasps and so on, I left them to it. If I can't watch them, I don't want to listen. I went back to the lounge, curled up in the armchair and went back to my reels.

Dinner was fish and chips, Dad went and got them. Whilst he was gone Mum spoke to me.

"Don't come into our room later Melanie please."

"Oh, okay Mum, no problem. I assume the rule is the same, door closed means no entry, door open means that I can come in and watch."

"Yes. Exactly and tonight the door will not be open."

"No worries Mum, and I shall adopt the same rule. If my door is open, anyone can come in, if it is shut, no one comes in."

"Okay. We would like you to watch us again, but not tonight, okay?"

"Yes Mum, loud and clear. Right, let me get the plates out and we can get ready for our fish supper."

I sorted out plates, into the oven to warm up, and forks, vinegar and salt on the table, and three glasses of water. Dad wasn't long, three haddock and chips, curry sauce and some scraps. Sometimes we ate out of the paper straight from the chippie with our fingers, but today we used the plates, today we were civilised.

The curry sauce was different to the usual one, apparently it was Irish curry sauce, a bit sweeter. Dad said they had run out of the usual curry sauce. It was okay, different, but okay. I cleared up after dinner and went and joined Mum and Dad in front of the TV. It was another rerun of an old Midsummer Murders, fortunately I couldn't remember who had done it or why, so at least it did grab some of my attention.

After that I said I was going to bed, kissed Mum and Dad and went up. I stripped off in my bedroom, grabbed my robe and went to the bathroom and showered. Oh, the feeling of the shower spray on my clitoris was just delightful, it sent shivers of pleasures through me, I had to go back to my bedroom and finish.

I quickly rinsed and got out of the shower patting myself dry with a towel and hurried back to my bedroom and lay on my bed, my robe still hanging on the bathroom door.

Oh well. I closed my eyes and gently ran a finger down each side of my fanny lips, in that sensitive area between the labia and the top of the thighs, so sensitive to a gentle touch, I just wished more men knew that, perhaps they wouldn't dive straight into my valley. The outers are really the place to go to get my fire starting.

I dipped my right hand finger into my crease and took some of my natural juices and returned the finger to my labia thigh junction, so much better with lubrication. I repeated with my left, and now both fingers were gently stimulating my lesser, but not less important, erogenous zone.

On each side another finger dragged softly across the top of my labia majora, my big plump fanny lips, my sensitivity levels increased, my pleasures were flowing, sighs of delight falling from my mouth. I eased my fingers down, passing towards the bottom of my crease, just touching my fourchette, my stimulation increased, this area was much more sensitive to stimulation.

Both fingers together pushed over the fourchette, circled my entrance, and slowly passed between my labia minora, my small inner lips which curled around my fingers as if caressing them. I pressed at my urethra and gasped as my fingers moved up and found my nubbin of delight, my pleasures rocketing, my sighs became gasps.

I let a finger, my left finger, fall away and concentrated on my clitoris with my right finger, gently pressing, and then dabbing, a little stroking and much gasping. I was surprised at how close I was, at how little stimulation I needed, I could feel my back planking, my nipples were hardening, and my heels pressing hard into my mattress.

As my right finger entertained my clitoris, my left found my entrance and pressed slightly, suggesting that it would enter my domain of pleasure, pulsing slightly, dipping towards my opening, a knuckle just resting on the rim.

My breath was holding station in my throat, I could gulp in small pockets of air, but could not release any, my pleasures overtaking my body, electrics fizzing from my crotch, pressures ready to burst.

I pressed my left finger inside as quickly as I could, and with my right finger pressing my nubbin, my pleasures exploded and I screamed my orgasm, laying gasping as I tried to get my breath back.

Wow, that was a big one. Slowly I opened my eyes, Dad was in my doorway, his dick in his hand, wanking, his glans showing and hiding as he moved his hand. I couldn't say anything, I was still short of breath. I heard Mum call his name, and he turned and was gone from my sight.

Had my Dad watched all the time, I wondered, had he seen me finger myself, seen my face as I screamed my orgasm? Had he stopped and saved himself for Mum? I hoped so, it must have taken Mum a lot to consider offering him anal.

Eventually I composed myself enough and got up, Mum and Dad's door was closed to, no sneaky listening for me. I grabbed my robe from my bedroom and went back to bed, getting the hair dryer to dry my sheet where I had gushed a little. No one likes the wet spot.

In the morning I went down for breakfast dressed just in my robe. Dad was in the kitchen, Mum had nipped to the supermarket for something.

"Morning Dad," I greeted.

"Morning baby," he replied, "I guess I have you to thank for your mother's, er, change of bedroom view."

"Oh, why, what happened? She told me to keep away last night."

"Oh, not just last night, just generally. She is more, er how can I put this, accommodating. She still won't, you know, shag properly, but has explored other options to help with my needs, so to speak."

"Good, I hope that makes you feel better, last thing I want is you guys to split up, even though I will probably be leaving home soon, I still want my parents together." Well, I do. It is important, it is like bedrock.

"It does, a lot."

"I liked what I saw when I opened my eyes yesterday with you in my doorway."

"What, me and my dick?"

"Yes, why were you doing that, not that I am complaining."

"I came past your room and your door was open, so I looked in. You were naked on your bed pleasuring yourself, and I couldn't help it, I just needed to, you know, grab my dick. Sorry, hope that was okay."

"Hell yeah, as long as you didn't want to shag me, that was fine, you know I won't do that with you, okay?"

"Yes, and I won't with you. It made me horny, it did not make me want to fuck you."

"Good. But I do love to watch you wank."

"Do you?" Dad said as he undid his robe.

I watched as his dick hardened and began to rise, his foreskin pulling back a little, his glans just beginning to show. I opened my robe, my fanny on full display.

"Yes Dad, I do, I love to watch you." I ran a finger down my crease, God I was wet, so very wet.

Dad wrapped his hand around his dick and slid it down, his foreskin retreating revealing his glans, purple, wet and ready.

"Yes Dad, go on," I said as I began to circle my clitoris, gasping with pleasures.

Dad began to move his hand, faster and faster, his glans appearing, vanishing, his hand almost a blur, his balls rocking beneath him. He widened his stance a little and bent his knees slightly, all the time has hand moving fast on his dick.

I could not take my eyes off his dick, I was transfixed. The little hole in the end kept appearing and disappearing, as if it were winking at me, calling me in, did Dad want any help?

I circled my clitoris slowly and then ran my finger down my crease and pressed inside, past my entrance through my opening and I finger fucked myself, gasping and sighing, adding to the sounds of Dad's wanking.

"Oh God," Dad gasped and he pulled his dick back hard, and his spunk shot out, twice, three times, splattering across the kitchen floor, Dad, gasping and leaning back, spent.

I eased my fingers out and looking at Dad, I licked them clean, as if I were cleaning a dick. Did he want me to clean his dick I wondered? Did I want to? Was that a line not to cross?

Later I got dressed and went out and caught the bus to town. I sat in one of the sideways chairs on the bus, my legs apart, my knickers visible if anyone looked. I closed my eyes so that I couldn't see, and wondered if any men or boys had seen my knickers, would they get off and go to a public toilets and wank themselves over the view.

I met Chrissy in 'Hot Java' the coffee shop just by the precinct. We grabbed a mocha and croissant each and sat, facing the window. I wondered if people in the street could see up my skirt, I didn't care.

"I saw my Dad wanking," Chrissy said, "God it was hot."

"Bloody hell Chrissy, did he know, was he putting on a show?"

"No, he had no idea I was at home. I was just going up to my room, and their bedroom door was open. I could see in their mirrors, Dad was laying naked on the bed, his dick in his hand. I was transfixed, I couldn't tear my eyes away."

"Wow. What was it like?"

"He is circumcised, I haven't seen a cut dick before, all the guys I have been with, have been, you know, entire."

"Wow, sorry, I seem to keep saying the same thing."

"S'okay, he was moving his hand up and down really fast and he was making sort of grunting noises and panting. His dick was making a sort of slushy noise as he was moving."

"Perhaps he had put some lube on it? I don't think a dick can make its own lubrication like our fannies can."

"Perhaps you are right. He was just going faster and faster and then his bum lifted up off the bed and he sort of shouted and his dick shot out his spunk, God there was loads."

"Oh wow, what did you do?"

I went down stairs as quietly as I could, opened the front door and then slammed it shut, and shouted saying hi that I was home, and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on."

"Good move."

"Yeah, Dad came down a few minutes later, trousers and polo shirt and hugged me and asked if the kettle was on."

"Nice."

"Yeah, God I hope I can watch him doing it again, I wonder what he was thinking of, Mum I suppose?"

"God knows, do they even think of something when they are doing that? Me, I don't really think of anyone in particular, I just concentrate on the pleasures."

"Me too. Have you ever seen your Dad's dick?"

"Yes, a few times, they don't tend to shut their bedroom door, I don't think that they actually shag anymore."

"God mine do it all the time, especially if they think I am out or asleep."

"Have you ever seen them doing it?"

"No. I hear them all the time, just never see them."

Fortunately, she did not pursue the questioning about my Dad wanking.

At that moment Helen joined us, dropping her bag with us whilst she went and ordered her macchiato.

"I was just telling Mel that I saw my Dad wanking," Chrissy said to Helen when she joined us.

"God, I see my Dad wanking all the time." Helen said, "sometimes it is so hot that I have to go and rub one out myself."

"Bloody hell Helen," I said, "what do you think when you see him?"

"Well, for one, what a nice cock he has, and then it gets a bit blurry because sometimes he is saying my name, so obviously perving over me whilst he wanks."

"Jesus," I gasped.

"Would you, you know, let him fuck you?" Chrissy asked.

"Not sure, he does have a nice cock."

"I cannot imagine my Dad shagging me, or even wanting to shag me," I said, shaking my head.

"I can," Chrissy said with Helen nodding in agreement.

"I might yet shag my Dad," Helen said. "Mum is away or a couple of days, going to stay at my Brothers in Birmingham, I shall be alone with Dad, I bet I could easily get him to shag me."

"Fuck off," I gasped, "no way."

"Oh it would be easy," She said, "walk around in skimpy underwear, rub against him, walk in when he is wanking, men are just so easy."

Chrissy was responding, but I wasn't listening, I was thinking back to what Dad had said to Mum about not want to shag me, perhaps that was just words for Mum's benefit, perhaps secretly he did want to shag me. I searched my soul, and I was happy that I did not have a secret yearning to shag Dad.

"Well?" Helen said to me, snapping me back to the present.

"What, sorry, I was thinking about something."

"I asked you if you would shag your Dad, and how would you go about it."

"That is just what I was thinking about, and no, I really would not shag my Dad, God, no, that would be wrong, I couldn't get my head around it, so, I have no idea how I would go about doing something I wouldn't do."

"Well, according to a report I read online, most girls do imagine shagging their Dad."

"Guess I am not most girls then."

"You wait till you see your Dad wanking and calling out your name, that'll change your mind."

"It'll make me vomit," I said.

"Ha!" Helen said, "I can't wait to get Dad's dick in my fanny, and empty his balls."

I made a pretend gagging noise and laughed. "Well, I hope that you enjoy, I mean I would so shag your Dad, just not my Dad."

"Would you, would you really fuck my Dad?"

"In a heartbeat, and I haven't even seen his dick, not properly, only in outline in his shorts at that BBQ you had last year."

"I didn't realise that you noticed that."

"Bit hard to miss."

"God, I didn't see it," Chrissy said. "Shit."

"It looked meaty," I said.

"It really is," Helen added, "really meaty, you would for sure know that you had that inside you."

"You said your Mum is away," I said trying to keep a straight face, "I may pop around, will you be out at any point?"

"Don't you dare," Helen said and I just burst out laughing, she punched my shoulder.

When I got back home, Mum was in the kitchen, Dad was pottering around in the garden.

"It hurt a bit," Mum said.

"What Mum, sorry, not with you."

"What you suggested, using my bottom."

"Oh, okay, as I say, it works or me, perhaps not for you."

"Well, we will try again perhaps with the lubrication i got this morning, probably better than vaseline. How was your coffee meeting?"

"Bizarre Mum. Helen has seen her Dad naked and wants to shag him and is working out how to seduce him whilst her Mum is away at her brothers, and Chrissy saw her Dad masturbating and is unsure what to do about it."

"Oh. That could be disturbing."

"The thing is, Helen said her Dad was using her name when she saw him masturbating."

"Goodness, that is mixed up."

"Well yes, I mean at least my Dad doesn't call out my name, that would be weird."

"No, he is adamant that doing that with you would be wrong and he has no desire to do so. And I asked him what he thinks of when he is doing it, and he said pretty much nothing usually, but sometimes me. What do you think of?"

"Me, oh cripes, nothing most of the time, I concentrate on the pleasures. I don't think I bring anyone to mind."

At that point Dad came in from the garden.

"Well then ladies, I am going up to shower, then I am going to lay on my bed if anyone cares to join me, that would be nice." He disappeared out of the kitchen and we heard him climbing the stairs.

"Well, that sounded like an invitation to me," I said.

"I might just watch," Mum said.

"Me too."

Mum went up before me, I had no desire to watch Dad shower, Mum obviously did. I gave her a few minutes and then went up to my room. I stripped off my clothes, folding them neatly onto my Chair and then headed to my parents' bedroom, the door was wide open.