My Daughter and Her Roommate

MY DAUGHTER AND HER ROOMMATE

I am Todd,a 50 year old man. Decent enough looking, I guess, but no ladykiller. 5' 11" tall, 190 lbs. Black hair with some gray throughout. Physically fit. My wife Mary is 48, 5' 4", 125 lbs., nice body, and pretty. We don't have sex very often anymore. That started about 2 years ago. I have PTSD from something that happened when I was a kid. That brought about night terrors. So after a while we had to have separate beds. Then, eventually, separate rooms. I was pretty loud when I had a night terror, and even became violent at times. There were no problems in our marriage or anything. It just tapered off after we started sleeping in separate rooms.We still sometimes have sex before we retire to our separate rooms. Maybe once a month, maybe every 2 months. I wait for Mary to initiate it because I got tired of being told 'not tonight'.

I was in the shower one evening enjoying the hot water running over my tired body. Mary was doing laundry. I heard someone come into the bathroom. We always left the door unlocked in case the other one needed to pee or something. I had my eyes closed and my head under the running water when I felt a hand on my cock. 'OH! Okay,' I thought. 'This is new and different. I guess maybe the dry spell is over.'

I said, "That feels good. Care to join me in here?"

"Shhh," is all I heard. I tried to pull the curtain open, but she held it closed. I guess she was embarrassed after all this time. Oh well, if that's the way she wants it, I'm okay with it. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the handjob. When I came, I said, "Thank you. What brought that on?" No reply. I heard her wash her hands and leave the room. I finished my shower and got dressed.

When I went into the bedroom Mary was at the dresser putting clothes away. I put my arms around her, kissed her neck, and said, "Thanks. That was nice."

She asked, "What?'

"The bathroom. What brought that on?"

"What about the bathroom? I don't know what you're talking about."

I figured if that's the way she wants to play I'll go along with it. "Just what you did in the shower," I said. "It was nice."

"Still don't know what you're talking about, but, okay."

CHAPTER 2

Two weeks later I was in bed sleeping. I had a sense of the sheet being pulled down off my body. I was still asleep. I had a sense of a hand lightly touching my stomach. Then slowly moving down towards my crotch. Finally, a good dream for a change. I often went to bed thinking of sex, hoping I would have a pleasant dream. I felt the hand tentatively touching my genitals through my boxers. Then it started gently massaging. I remember thinking, 'Oh yeah. Please let this dream continue.'

Then I woke up. It wasn't a dream. But I didn't let on that I was awake. I was afraid it would scare her off. I laid still and let her continue. I tried to open my eyes just a bit to see her, but it was too dark. There was a little light from the bathroom in the hall, but all I could see was a silhouette. So I just laid there enjoying the good feeling. I was getting hard now. The hand squeezed my cock, and it hardened more.

I felt fingers working themselves into the fly of my boxers. When they touched my bare cock I thought I would cum instantly, but I was able to hold back. The fingers fished my now hard cock out through the opening in my boxers. The hand grasped my hardness and slowly moved up and down. I was in heaven.

Then I heard a voice whisper very softly, "You better stop. He's going to wake up." What the hell? Was that my daughter's voice? I didn't know what to do. If that was my daughter, what the hell was she doing in here? And was that her roommate she was talking to? I didn't want the handjob to stop but I needed to know what was going on.

The other voice said, "You said he won't wake up. That he sleeps real soundly because he takes sleeping pills." Yep, that was her roommate.

"Yeah. He does. But nobody can sleep through that. You said you just wanted to see it after I told you how big it is. Now stop before he wakes up. We gotta get out of here."

She put my cock back in and they left. I was dumbfounded. My daughter was in here with her roommate. And her roommate was stroking my cock. And my daughter had told her it was big. How did she know how big it is?

I laid there thinking. My daughter Karen, and her roommate, Cindy, were staying with us for a while. The apartment they shared was being exterminated and they had to stay out for a week. Cindy's parents lived too far away, so they were both staying here in Karen's old room.

I masturbated thinking about Cindy stroking my cock. But I was torn. Should I confront them? Cindy isn't related so it's not wrong. But it is wrong for Karen to be there with her. I finally went back to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

The next morning I was having my breakfast when the girls came into the kitchen. "Good morning, ladies," I said. "Did you have a good night?" I didn't know what else to say.

"Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Mr. Dudley. Yes, we had a very good night. Thank you for letting me stay here."

"My pleasure. You're always welcome here, Cindy."

Mary came in then and everyone said good morning again. She asked the girls if they wanted breakfast. They both said they'd just have cereal. We sat and had our breakfast and coffee, then Karen, Cindy, and I went our separate ways to work, leaving Mary home alone. Mary was a real estate agent so she didn't always have to go anywhere.

Let me tell you about the 2 girls. Karen is 26, and looks just like her mom. Same long, dark hair, same hazel eyes, about the same size, and quite pretty. She works at a dentist's office as a hygienist. Cindy is also 26. Long, blonde hair, blue eyes, a little taller, and a little heavier, but by no means fat. Very attractive. They were best friends growing up. Cindy's family moved away when she was still in high school, separating the girls. But they stayed in touch. After graduating from college Cindy moved back here to work at the hospital. She was a nurse, and wanted to get back in this area. Luckily the hospital was hiring. Karen and Cindy quickly reconnected and got an apartment together to save money.

That evening the girls said they'd make dinner for us. I sat in the den while they were cooking. Mary went to the grocery store to pick up a few things they needed for the dinner. I was going to the kitchen to get a beer when I heard Cindy say, "You were right. Your dad's cock is big. How do you know, anyway?" I stopped. I had to hear this.

"I told you. Sometimes when I was growing up I heard them making love. That was long before I ever had sex. I wanted to know about it. So I would listen and I heard Mom say sometimes that it was big. So I started trying to peep in the door when I could. It did look big, but I didn't have anything to compare it to then. Except pictures I had seen. But now that I have, I know. It may not be huge, but bigger than average."

"Yeah, it's definitely bigger than any I've ever had. But, I gotta tell you the truth. That wasn't the first time I saw it."

"When did you see it before?"

"A couple of weeks ago when you and I were here dropping off a few things before we moved in. Your mom was doing laundry. Your dad was in the shower. I had to pee and you said go ahead, that they left the door unlocked in case the other one needs to pee. While I was peeing I thought about it and figured your dad would think it was your mom. I reached into the shower and jerked him off. Thinking it was your mom, he said it felt good and asked if I wanted to join him in the shower. I didn't say anything, just held the curtain so he couldn't open it, and jerked him off until he came."

Karen exclaimed softly, "You didn't! Oh my God! Why!?"

"I haven't gotten laid in months. Since Tim and I broke up. I've been thinking about sex a lot. I need some cock. Then being in there with a naked man in the shower. I remembered you telling me about spying on your Mom and Dad when you were young, and saying how big it was. I couldn't get the thought of his big dick out of my mind. Well, I just did it. Without even thinking. Please don't judge me."

Karen hugged her, and said, "I'm not going to judge you. We all get horny. And have to take matters into our own hands, so to speak." They both giggled at that. "And, I agreed to what we did last night, so why should that bother me? Sometimes you just gotta use what's available. You know I haven't been getting any, either. Not since the Russ debacle. God. That's been 3 months. I fully understand wanting to get your hands on it."

"And maybe more. If you know what I mean." They both giggled again.

I couldn't believe my ears! I was in shock. It had been my daughter's friend jerking me off in the shower. When I was wide awake! She certainly is brave. I probably should have realized it was her after last night.

"Thank you for understanding. You're such a good friend," Cindy said. They were hugging each other as I quietly tiptoed back to the den, and called out to alert them that I was coming. "What are girls cooking up out there?" I walked into the kitchen to get another beer just as Mary came in the door with the stuff they needed.

I was pretty quiet at dinner. I didn't know what to say. I was still processing what I had heard as well as what had happened last night. But the 3 women had plenty to talk about.

CHAPTER 4

I did not say anything to the girls. I still wasn't sure how to handle this. And I didn't want to humiliate them by letting them know I heard.

I went to bed that night hoping for a repeat, which made me feel like a pervert. But nothing happened that night. Or for the next several nights.

The girls went out Friday night. Mary and I watched a movie on Netflix. Mary had gone to bed before the girls came in, but I was still up. Just getting ready to go to bed. They were laughing and cutting up, acting like they had probably had a few drinks, or maybe a little weed. Maybe both.

I talked to them for a few minutes, then said I was going to bed. Karen told me not to forget my sleeping pill. I said that I never do and said good night.

I heard them playing music and laughing, but not too loudly. I went to sleep pretty quickly.

Sometime later I awoke to my dick being rubbed through my boxers again. I knew who it was this time, so I laid still and enjoyed it. As I got hard she pulled my dick out through my fly and lightly ran her fingers up and down the shaft.

I feigned still being asleep. I heard Karen whisper to Cindy, "Easy. Don't wake him up." She wrapped her hand around my shaft and gently worked it up and down. I was fully erect now. I tried to open my eyes enough to see. There was enough light from the hall, the hall light was on this time, that I could see Cindy standing beside my bed. She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. It looked like no bra because I saw her nipples making little tents in her shirt.

I saw Karen standing back a step and a little to the side watching her. She had her pj's on also. And a tank top. As Cindy gently stroked my cock Karen whispered, "That is so fucking hot."

I had my eyes open just enough to see them, but not enough that they could tell I was awake. My eyes had adjusted to the low light and I could make them out pretty well. It was hot, not only getting a handjob from my daughter's friend, but watching Karen watching Cindy. I think I was harder than I had ever been.

I saw Cindy starting to lean over. As her face neared my crotch I wondered, 'Is she going to suck me?' I felt her tongue licking the sensitive underside of my dick. Karen said, "Oh my God! Are you going to blow him? You can't do that! He'll wake up for sure." Cindy didn't pay her any attention, just continued to lick my shaft. She ran her tongue around the sensitive head a couple of times. Then she opened her mouth and slid my cock in between her soft lips. She slowly and gently moved her head up and down.

Karen stood beside her saying "You're going to wake him up. He'll kill us." I watched her watching Cindy with her hand to her wide open mouth like she couldn't believe she was seeing this. She eventually laid her hand on Cindy's head. She held Cindy's hair back as Cindy blew me, so she could see. I saw her other hand go to her own breast and start rubbing. She was getting excited.

Cindy removed her mouth and hand from my cock, which was probably a good thing, because I wasn't far from cumming. She asked Karen if she wanted a turn. Karen said, "NO! I can't do that to my father."

"Your loss," Cindy told her. And started massaging my balls. She watched Karen rubbing her tits for a minute, then returned to sucking my dick. I watched Cindy's hand go to her own crotch and rub her pussy through her pj's.

Karen said again, "This is so fucking hot." She reached over and laid her hand on Cindy's back. She rubbed her back for a minute, then went lower to her ass. I watched her hand rub Cindy's ass. Cindy moaned around my cock and wiggled her ass. She stopped sucking, again just in the nick of time, but remained bent over. She laid her head on my belly just above my crotch and enjoyed Karen rubbing her ass. She was alternately stroking my cock and massaging my balls with her hand.

When Cindy put my cock in her mouth again Karen reached under her and started squeezing her tits with one hand and continued rubbing her ass with the other. It looked like Karen's hand went down and between Cindy's legs to rub her pussy. I had my eyes open by now, as they weren't paying any attention to me. Other than my dick, I mean.

Evidently as soon as Karen's hand touched Cindy's pussy, she came. Because she removed her mouth from my cock and just held it tightly in her hand as she moaned over and over and moved her pussy against Karen's hand. When her orgasm subsided she stood up, still holding my cock, and pulled Karen in for a kiss with her other arm. She stroked me as they kissed, and I shot a load of sperm that must have gone 5 feet in the air. I know it didn't, but I came so hard it felt like it.

Karen said, "Come on. We gotta get outta here." They left and I got a handful of tissues to wipe myself off. When I laid back down it was in a wet spot, so I scooted to the other side of the bed. I thought about Karen and Cindy making out, and Karen bringing Cindy to orgasm by rubbing her pussy and playing with her tits. I guessed they had been doing these things for quite some time. I finally fell asleep and got the best night's sleep I'd had in ages.

CHAPTER 5

When I got up the next morning I changed the sheets on my bed. The girls were already in the kitchen when I got there. Mary was still asleep. They were drinking coffee and talking and didn't hear me coming. I heard Karen say, "that was the first time I ever felt another woman...down there." I wanted to hear this, so I stopped to listen. Eavesdrop, I guess would be the truth. "I mean, you and I made out a couple of times when we were younger, and were stoned or something. But that was just kissing. I never felt another girl's pussy or tits, just my own. I hate to admit it, but I liked it. It felt good."

"I liked it, too. It was amazing. I did make out with my roommate in college once. We kissed, and felt each other up, and stuff. But we didn't get each other off, or anything. I liked it, but never did it again. But I have thought about it. It was better with you than with her."

They were silent for a minute. Thinking about what they had done, I guessed. "Are we lesbians?", Karen asked.

"No. That doesn't make us lesbians. We both like cock too much. I think pretty much all women would make out with another woman under the right circumstances. Personal opinion, anyway. I mean, women are soft, and gentle, and care about their partner, and smell good. And they know what they like, so they know what to do for you."

"Yeah. That makes sense. That's good. Because I would hate to give up cock." They both laughed at that, and that's when I made my presence known and entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, ladies," I said. "I trust you slept well?"

"Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Mr. Dudley. Yes, we slept great. I did anyway."

"Yeah, me, too. How about you?"

"I think that was the best I've slept in years. And I had a fantastic dream for a change."

"Oh, yeah? What about?" asked Cindy.

"I'd rather not say. It was a little spicy."

Karen and Cindy exchanged a look, and giggled, but tried to hide it. "Coffee's ready if you want some," Karen said.

"I'd love some coffee. Have you 2 had breakfast? I'll whip up some bacon and eggs if one of you will make toast. I woke up hungry this morning."

"I'll make toast," Cindy said. "I'm kinda hungry, too."

Mary came in as we were eating, got a cup of coffee, and joined us in our breakfast. We talked about our weekend plans, and what we each had on our schedules this upcoming week.

Then Karen said, "Mom. Dad. We need to ask you something. And if you say no, it's perfectly fine. This is not something that has to be done."

"What is it, sweetheart?" Mary asked. "You know you can ask us anything."

"That's right," I said, "You know we'll both help you any way we can."

"Well," she said. "We were thinking. We have been wanting to get the landlord to paint our apartment. He said he would. To just let him know when we're ready. Anyway, we thought that while we were out, now might be a good time. He could do it with us there, but it might be easier without us and some of our stuff in the way. So, would it be alright if we stayed here another week or so while he paints?"

"Fine with me," Mary said. "You 2 have not been any trouble at all. You clean up after yourselves, do your own laundry, and it's nice having someone else cook sometimes."

"Same here," I said. "I enjoy having you here. Both of you. You're welcome to stay as long as you want. Mi casa, su casa, as they say."

"Thanks Mom and Dad. That's awesome." Karen hugged us both.

"Yeah, thanks Mr. and Mrs. Dudley. You make me feel at home." She hugged us, also.

I told her it is her home. And that it was about time she started calling us Mary and Todd. Or Mom and Dad. Or anything but Mr. and Mrs. Dudley. Mary agreed.

"Okay. Mary and Todd it is. Thank you."

CHAPTER 6

They went to their apartment to pick up a few more things since they would be staying longer. And to talk to the landlord to see if he could do it now. He said he could, but it might take a couple of weeks as he had some issues in other units he was dealing with. They told him that was fine and to go on in when he was ready, because they were staying somewhere else until it was done.

That afternoon Mary went to the grocery store, and Walmart. She usually made a day of it when she went. She asked Karen and Cindy if they wanted to go, but they both said no. She asked if any of us needed her to pick up anything for us. I gave her a short list of toiletries, but the girls said no, they were good.

I went out to the garage to change the oil in my truck. I did that and decided to change the lawnmower oil and sharpen the blades. I had the door open as it was a very warm day. Karen and Cindy came out and asked if I had car wash stuff. They wanted to wash their cars. I showed them where everything was and helped get the hose unrolled and hooked up.

They went back into the house and came out a few minutes later in their bikinis. I did my damnedest not to stare as they bent over, leaned over the fender, and bounced around, titties and asses jiggling. But it was a losing battle. I hate to admit it, but I even ogled my own daughter. Both of them looked fantastic in a bikini. Cindy's tits were bigger. And her ass. But Karen had a great figure. Their bikinis were not real skimpy, but a bikini doesn't need to be to look sexy.