Spot On

When I left home after college, my parents sold the house, and had moved into a small condominium.

I knew I had crowded them by moving back home, but it was only a temporary arrangement, and they enjoyed the cramp crowded company of their daughter more than they thought about the tight temporary living conditions.

The second bedroom was being used as office space, so I typically crashed on their couch. Often though, like tonight, we were in the living room watching TV, and being how the couch was occupied by each of them, I had to comfy-up with some pillows on the floor.

They enjoy televised sports, and while I enjoy attending futball (soccer) games, its excitement of the game and crowd is lost on television. I got up to pee and upon returning, I hesitated, placed a hand on the door knob of their bedroom, pried it open a bit, took a small step into it, then peaked out telling them "I am calling it a night", then completed my entry into their bedroom. I was indeed tired ... also ... I made it a habit of offering them alone-time which they had grown accustomed to ... and early-to-bed had always proved to be an easy way to accomplish it.

I closed the door to their bedroom turning on a small lamp in order to downturn the bed covers to complete my simple undressing routine of dropping out of my robe and losing my pajama pants. I typically sleep in the nude, but when I sleep in their bed, I keep attired in my night shirt and panty. Besides, I had just peed, and since I am habitually careless when tired, I had not been real careful at my douche ... I knew it best to keep them donned. So, I was drip-drying away assuming my padded crouch would suffice in not marring the sheets.

As, it turned out, the weekly laundering of their bed covers had not been completed, and even through the dim light, one could make out the beautiful earmarks of their passion-stained-sheets. My eyes darted to a rather large spot ... looked permanent, possibly produced from a past pool of both of them, and then splattered about were smaller more recent seminal emissions on dad's typical side of the bed that were clearly male in appearance ... daddy's as he probably jerked himself or from a hand-job from mama during the week.

I extinguished the lamp.

Shimmying into the bed, I laid on my back waiting for the Sandman who apparently took the night off probably due to the noise of the television as well as the sudden roars of the crowd emanating at unpredictable times. Still awake for at least 15 minutes, the familiar teasing tempting thoughts of "Should I?" entered my brain. My reply ... I hooked the elastic on both sides of my panty with my thumbs, raised my butt a bit, rolled down the panty, and led it down to my ankle so I could retrieve them when I had finished myself.

I moved my legs ... my knees now pointing to the ceiling as I am prone to do when I masturbate when lying on my back. It would not take long as I spread my labia with my left hand, finding some girly-oil readily available with my right index finger, and waved it towards my clit. It is a comparably small clit, nothing to "write home about" ... one might need a map to find it ... but I was well aware of its hiding place and my favorite fantasies soon began racing through my head as I circled the wagon. Typically, I would put a towel beneath me; however, I was not worried about soiling the sheets as I figured any emissions, once dried, would simply blend in with those already present.

My girly-goo was performing admirably and I knew an orgasm was imminent. As I was nearing the completion of my secretive self-play, I heard dad's footsteps nearing the door. Apparently, the game had been decided and he was coming to bed as well. Mom, apparently, was a bit more hardcore and was watching the game to its conclusion.

I made a vain attempt to retrieve my panty, but it had slipped off my ankle when I had previously moved my legs

He lied on his side facing me. His right hand came near and touched me on side of my chest ... I wasted no time in pulling it onto my flat belly placing my hand on top of it preventing it from moving away. I placed a slight downward pressure on this hand. When he made no attempt to remove it, I released the pressure of my hands and began their sojourn to continue their digital love making of me.

Lightning bolts all about my rib cage shot out as he slowly began to rub my tummy. He noted that it caused me to flinch so he continued gradually increasing the area of titillation in length from the top of my upper bikini-trimmed pubic hair at the top of my vagina to just below my breasts. My own busy hands encapsulating my womanhood stopped him from going lower, but what unknown force stopped him from going onto my apple-sized breasts was a real tease. My nipples were begging to be touched, but unless I was willing to remove my own hands from my clit ... they were destined to be left orphaned.

He merely continued his exploration of the plains of my belly, but it was enough. The newness of his touches gave birth to a wave of pleasure previously unknown to me. His hands running the length of my belly noting the style of my shaven pussy to just touching the underside of my apples, and then moving his strong hand from side-to-side noting my figure, and my concerted effort on my clit, was enough to signal to him that it was enough for me to launch my pussy into an orgasmic countdown.

Moments before my lift-off, he moved his left hand to touch my butt. I lifted up just a tiny fraction and he succeeded in placing a finger at the door of my anal sphincter. My muscles repelled the digit, and he was satisfied in exploration of it no more than knuckle deep.

I involuntary began moving my pelvis to meet my digital sodimization drawing up a new fantasy. Or was it two cocks ... three? My mind raced on and soon a multitude of maleness awaited their turn to answer my invitation to spelunker my darkened cavern.

My pussy was screaming, but it was my very softly spoken, "oh, oh yes" that found his ears. At this point, his right hand reached up to my chest, spread his fingers, and found both harden nipples. I began to feel this touch all the way down to my knees. It may have reached my feet, but my clit had had enough and the beginnings of my orgasm filled my hands spilling forth any and all moisture that had at this point been pinned into my vaginal cavity. His finger quickened in its anal penetration. A waterfall gushed forth from my pussy and all I remember is hundreds of "oh yeses" being muttered through my mouth.

A bit of awkwardness followed my cum as I did not know really what to do and certainly was not going to carry on a conversation as I moved my butt upward in effort to tell him to remove his finger from my butt. I was aware of what just happened, I just was not prepared for it.

I do remember him saying, "Baby Girl, you relax and go to sleep now." And dutifully, I did.

What little I knew about erections and what he did with his was lost to me as the Sandman found me in short order. I was simply glad Dad had found me as well.

I can assure you, however, that I made certain the sheets were indeed washed the very next morning as indeed, my orgasmic emissions were tell-tale Spot On.