Let's be real, most of these stories start out with some hot mother or father, or some Adonis son or vogue model daughter. Sorry to disappoint you, none of that here. My life would scream normal from ten miles away.
I am six foot tall and weigh, on my good days, about two hundred. Yep, that mid—life gut has started attacking me what can I say. I drive a six year old focus to my mundane job as a manager at a lumber yard. By the way, my name is Kyle Huff, just for the record.
My wife Kelly is a cute little blonde who stands five foot and weighs about oh around one hundred and ten soaking wet. She is a beautician, and a damn good one I like to think. Between the two of us we have the usual four bedroom suburban house with the two stall garage you drive by every day. The one where half the garage is full of junk so one of us has to park in the driveway.
We have the usual two point one kids. Our son Kevin who is now twenty-three and I swear to God I am never getting out of my house. I think the day he does move I will change the locks so he can't come back.
Our daughter Krista was born twenty years ago next month and takes a lot after her mother. Barely over five foot two I don't think the girl broke a hundred and twenty her entire life. Sorry guys, no huge tits, no bubble butts. Just your normal 36 C's bouncing around the house hidden by sweat shirts and hoodies.
The men meet the national average to I am afraid. I measure maybe eight inches on a very hard day. No foot long schlongs to our knees in this house.
So, as you can see, normal is not even the word for our world. We go to block parties, my wife loves her mushy Hallmark Channel, and I hate mowing the lawn as much as my son does.
The sex? Oh it's good. Not the porn movie swinging or threesomes, but good. We make love once or twice a week; nothing kinky like bondage or anything. We do the usual little roleplay now and then; we even spice it up by fucking in the afternoon just before the kids get home, just for a "thrill".
To answer your question, yes I watch porn. I am male after all, and honestly I may be pushing fifty but my dick works just fine thank you. When Kelly isn't in the mood, or it's that time of the month, a little internet show fits the bill. Like every other male out there I like a variety of things, it depends on the mood. So, yes, I've seen gangbangs, light bondage, and even a few of the fake incest clips on the internet.
That doesn't mean I would do it, come on, it's fucking porn. We all know how fake that shit is. That it gets my nuts off is my private business, it's not something either Kelly or I would dream of doing. Or so I thought.
Less than a week ago, my entire concept of our normal life, got thrown into the garbage. I swear to God, I didn't start this, but I am sure not going to get off the ride just yet either.
It started on a Tuesday night; I remember even seeing the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock by the bed, telling me it was just a bit after midnight. Kelly and I had gone to bed at our usual eleven, after the nightly news.
Normally, I just pass out when we hit the sack. Late night fun is not on our usual agenda except weekends. But that night my legs were jumpy and aching. I had spent most of the day unloading lumber, and age was catching up to me.
I had just drifted off, when I felt the sheet covering me shift. At first I thought maybe Kelly had turned and pulled it, and then a warm palm rested on my right thigh. In my sleep fuzzed mind I thought it was Kelly.
Slowly that hand slid up and down my bare thigh, each swipe rising just a bit higher and higher. I was just about to tell Kelly tonight wouldn't be good, because of my legs, when a thought occurred to me.
I sleep on the right side of the bed, that put the bare thigh and stroking hand on the outside, while my loving wife slept snuggled on my left side.
I started to open my mouth to ask what the hell was going on, when that small hand gently cupped my balls. My body spasmed at the touch, while my mouth slammed shut. I could feel blood rushing into my cock, thickening it along the whole length.
I hadn't been able to get any porn time in this evening, as Krista had been bugging me most of the night. Krista, I realized. It couldn't be her, I had to be dreaming, I thought.
I opened my mouth once again to speak, when the shock of my life came. Two fingers gently pressed over my lips, silencing me. This time, the hand came from my left, which meant my wife.
I could feel that small hand grazing up and down my shaft so gently. Fuck was I hard right then. I could feel my cock pulse against the touch, just as my wife slowly lowered her fingers. My wife gently caressed down my arm, until her fingers entwined with mine.
Not only did my wife know, she was approving. OK, this had to be a dream. Talk about living in a porn dream, this was it. Your daughter stroking your cock while your wife lies beside you, it doesn't get any hotter.
It might have been a dream, but I was damned if I wanted to wake up right now. I felt those small fingers wrap around cock, and slowly lift it from my belly. It took every ounce of will power to not moan right then.
I could feel my veins on my cock rubbing along that soft palm with every stroke. When she reached the head, small fingers would gently squeeze the crown.
I could feel my balls pinch with growing excitement, as I felt the sheet gently pulled down my body, bringing my cock free into the darkness. I wanted to arch my hips in time to that wonderful hand, but held back afraid I would ruin the dream
I couldn't suppress the small moan when my Kelly moved her hand from mine, sliding slowly up my bare chest. I wanted to scream in sheer lust as my daughter continued to stroke my cock while my wife teased a hard nipple.
I felt the explosion mounting in my balls, digging my head back in my pillow as I gritted my teeth. This may be a dream but my nuts were about to fucking explode all over my belly.
My cock pulsed in the grip of that small hand, and I heard a soft hiss from that side of the bed. Krista had to know what was about to happen, but she never slowed her stroking.
With a soft grunt, I gave in to the dream. My cock pulsed again, only this time as a rope of my thick cum arched from the tip to splash against my chest and belly.
The small hand stopped moving, and just gently held me as I pumped out a second rope. I dimly felt the other hand leave my chest as my orgasm rippled through me. Fuck this was hot, my daughter making me cum while my wife was aware.
As the last of my hot cum dribbled from my cock head, I heard a satisfied sigh from that side of the bed. The small hand rested my still pulsing cock against my belly, and then withdrew. I heard some rustle, then soft footsteps head for the bedroom door. The sheet pulled back up by a hand from my left, and just as sleep claimed me, I heard a soft "thank you" from Kelly's side of the bed.
I had been so nervous going into their bedroom that I thought I would throw up my stomach churned so much. OMG! I had actually touched it. It took a bit to work up my nerve, but once I had actually felt it in my hand, I felt this gush of wetness between my thighs I couldn't explain.
Mom was right, there was no way you could describe what it felt like. It was hard and throbbing, yet soft and sensual. Every time I had slid my hand up or down, I could feel it flex and pulse in my grip.
When he came, I thought my heart would stop beating. To realize I had done that to him. I had made him feel that good...so good he squirted his stuff all over his belly.
I couldn't wait for tomorrow night now. I knew I wouldn't hesitate to go in now. In fact, the reverse had hit when I had felt him cum. I wanted to SEE it. Time for another visit with Mom, I thought
The next couple of days were bizarre to say the least. During the day, not a single word was mentioned about the night before. Yet, each night for two more nights, the ritual was repeated.
While I might have been able to pass the first night off as some erotic dream, I couldn't explain away two more nights in a row. Each night was identical to the first. I would just drift to sleep, when I would feel that hand on my thigh. Kelly would interlock fingers with me while I tried to lie quietly. That soft hand with its persistent stroking, bringing my thick cum out in a steady stream to splatter on my belly and chest. My wife's soft voice telling me thanks you just as we fell asleep.
Then, tonight, things changed. As I felt my balls starting to pinch, and my cock pulsed if that small hand, I heard a rustling from that side of the bed.
I wanted to know what Krista was doing, but my on rushing orgasm took the thoughts from my brain at that moment. I could only grunt and grip the sheets tightly in balled fists, as I felt my cock jerk. Krista had picked up the pace of her pumping hand
"Cum on her" the whispered voice of my wife filled my left ear.
Did she say on her? Oh my God, I instantly got a mental picture of Krista leaned over my trembling body, my white cream dripping off her pert tits. I felt my mind explode in white light.
"Oh fuck" I groaned as my cock erupted.
I felt my sticky cum shoot straight into the air, but nothing came back to land on my belly this time. I could hear a soft moan from the right side of my bed, and I knew I was spraying my seed all over my daughters' bare chest.
As my cock was once again gently lowered to rest against my heaving belly, I knew things were escalating, but I didn't give a damn right then. The only thought in my mind, was I had to see what was happening.
Oh my God! I can't believe I just did that. I lay in my bed panting, even as I could feel the hot sticky fluids drying on my chest. It was like I was possessed when I felt him thicken and start to pulse. Normally I would kneel at the side of their bed, but I suddenly found myself standing, bent over the edge. I had jerked my night shirt up and in the dark aimed as best I could.
When it first splashed onto my skin I wanted to scream. Not from fear or revulsion, but because of the ripples that tore through my tummy, and that river that started leaking down my thighs.
