SALLY
Ever since I was a little girl, I always heard comments about how much my father and I look alike. I couldn't remember a time in my life that I ever liked hearing about how much of a spitting image of him, I am. Well, at least not up until now. I guess now that I'm a little older I can appreciate the comments a little more than I did when I was little.
My birthday has always been a big deal, and maybe it's because I'm an only child, but it didn't matter if I was turning eighteen or twenty- one. My parents always made the trip to see me, no matter where I was, and my grandparents came up from Florida for the occasion every year. For some reason, I think my grandmother still thinks I'm eleven years old, instead of twenty-one. My parents arrived the day before my birthday and my grandparents the next morning. My parents and grandparents took me out to dinner to some fancy restaurant where a guy carrying a violin played music as we dined. I thought it all a little too elaborate, but then again, I'm talking about my parents and grandparents, who are very elaborate people to begin with.
With dinner finished we returned to my house for cake and birthday gifts. My parents gave me a two-carat tennis bracelet and my grandparents gave me, diamond earrings, that I'm sure my mother picked out, and oh man, this skirt outfit that looked like a school uniform. I looked over at my mother and gave her a queer smile as she placed her hand to her mouth and shook her head no.
I pulled it out of the box, and stared at it, not sure what to say to them about it. I know they are getting old and senile, but shit, what the hell kind of birthday gift was this? As I pulled it out of the gift box, there was another one just like it underneath. I looked up at Gran, and asked why she had purchased two of the exact same outfits. She smiled at me and merely stated that I had grown so tall since last year that she wasn't sure what size I would need, and decided to be safer than sorry. I gave her a grim smile as my mother poked me in the ribs with her elbow.
"I know that school uniforms are so darned expensive," Gran said, as she sipped her tea with shaky hands.
"I'm not..."
My mother jabbed me again, and I shut up instantly. My father sat in the corner laughing hysterically under his breath. I could see his chest rising and falling with each burst of laughter that came out.
I kissed Gran and Granddad on the cheeks and thanked them for such a, um, nice gift.
"I bet all the girls in school will be so jealous," I jeered, as Gran and Granddad kissed, and I rolled my eyes toward my mother as she stood to get the cake from the kitchen.
My parents and grandparents were going to stay a few days at a local hotel, since I only had a one bedroom apartment. My mother had made arrangements to visit a couple of local shops and do some sight-seeing over the next few days that they would be in town. My father never liked doing stuff like that, and offered to come over and help me rearrange the apartment while mom, and my grandparents went sightseeing and shopping.
The grandparents tire easily and soon it was time for them to get to bed. I kissed them good night one by one and thanked them for their, um, lovely gifts. My grandmother patted me on the cheek and told me that she loved spoiling me rotten. I watched them all head out the door. I pulled my father by the arm and ground him to a halt, as he was the last to head out the door.
"Daddy, I don't like my present from grandma and grandpa."
He smiled and kissed me on the cheek barely containing his laughter.
"I think, you'll look adorable in it," he said, and brushed his hand down my cheek.
I've always had a soft spot for my father. He's a really great guy and handsome to boot. His tall frame is very sturdy, and even though his hair had begun to gray on the sides, I could definitely see myself in him when I looked.
I cleaned up the birthday mess and sat on the couch staring at the gifts they had given me. The tennis bracelet and earrings were absolutely gorgeous. I quickly rushed to put them on. I placed the outfits that Gran and Granddad had given me on the corner of the couch not wanting to deal with them yet, and headed to the shower and then into bed. I lay there for a long time thinking of how good it was to see them all again, especially my father. We've always been closer than mom and I, and I could talk to him about anything. I use to tell him when I was a little girl that someday I would grow up and marry him. He use to laugh and pat me on the head saying that mom wouldn't like that very much, since she'd already married him.
Since I moved away to college, I don't get to see them much anymore. I go home maybe twice a year, but it is only for a few days at a time. It was sure nice that they had come to see me.
I lay there deep in thought, and my mind flashed on the last time that I was home. I hadn't called to tell anyone that I would be there that day. I just showed up, and walked in. My surprise arrival home scared the crap out of all of us. I opened the door with my key and marched right in not saying a word. I wondered why no one had heard the door open, and soon I knew why. I headed into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks. I saw both my parents naked as the day they were born, only all grown up, going at it right there on the living room floor. Boy, they were as surprised as I was when they finally saw me standing there. I never thought about the fact that my parents might still be very sexually active.
My father's large hands were cupped around my mother's small breasts as she bounced up and down on his cock in the reverse cowgirl style. I had a clear view of her bushy cunt as my father's cock rammed in and out of her, all covered and shiny with her cunt juices. They both made all kinds of noises that no child wants to hear their parents making. My mother was the first to notice me standing there. She cursed loudly, and flung herself off my father's cock, leaving it bouncing in mid-air and a look of bewilderment on his face at the sudden absence of her warm wet cunt on his cock, as she ran for cover.
My father watched her flee to the other side of the room and then he just kind of lay there nonchalantly for a few moments with his cock bobbing up and down in thin air.
My mouth hung open and I remember thinking, holy shit! His cock is huge, and I found that I couldn't stop myself from staring at it as he sat up, and welcomed me home with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. I guess he figured it was too late to run for cover, I had already seen everything there was to see.
My mother on the other hand was a little furious and mostly embarrassed. She had gone to her room and paced the floor. When I finally was able to tear my eyes from my father's cock as he started to get up. I went into my mother's room and kissed her on the cheek.
"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't call, but I thought that I would surprise you both."
Her face was beet red, and she was pulling on a pair of sweatpants.
"Surprised, is an understatement," she said, as she tucked in her shirt and scratched at her head.
"I'm sorry that your father and I weren't more cautious."
She caught me by the hand and kissed me on the cheek, "Welcome home, sweetie."
By the time we had gone back down stairs. Dad was sitting in his chair fully dressed with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. I smiled, looking at him from the corner of my eye as mom and I headed into the kitchen. I couldn't erase the thought of his thick, meaty cock being so big and hard, and the way mom was impaling herself on it. I could feel my own cunt contracting and quivering at the thought of having something so beautiful as my father's cock stretching out my cunt like it had my mom's.
The memory of what I had seen on my last visit home in the Spring made me smile, and flashes of heat raced up and down my spine, tingling my nipples and quivering my cunt. I laid there in bed looking up at the ceiling thinking now of my father's very large and hard cock sliding in and out of my mother as I watched. I slipped my fingers into my panties that were now soaked with my own juices, and stroked a line from my clit to my butt hole, and then back up. I closed my eyes tight and played the scene of my father's gorgeous cock ramming in and out of my mother through my head over and over again, kind of wishing that it were I who was riding his magnificent cock, rather than mom.
Then BAM! It hit me, adding another wave of intensity to what I was already doing to myself. I fingered my cunt until it quivered and shook my juices from my insides out while pinching the nipples of my full breasts. I was going to see if I too, could feel his wonderful cock in my cunt. I started to play out different scenarios in my head as my fingers worked in and out of my cunt and asshole. The back of my knees were in a full sweat and my heart was racing hard inside of my chest as the pressure built up and my cunt tightened and released a large wave of orgasm through my blood. I lay there shaking and more than pleased with the combinations of positions and acts that I fantasized about performing with my father. After I had cum, I rolled over on my belly and fell into a nice deep sleep.
I got up early the next morning and showered. I wrapped a towel around my body and headed into the living room. I poured a cup of coffee and pulled the outfits my grandparents had given me from the box, and laid them on the couch. The fantasies I had from last night were still fresh in my head, and all I needed now was the opportunity to act them out.
I had about twenty minutes until my father would arrive, to try on the outfits, and see which one I liked the best. I looked at the sizes and realized neither one was quite my size. I pulled the second plaid skirts out of the box and laid them both on the cushion of the couch. I took the two white blouses out and laid them next to the skirts. I pulled out the black pair of knee high dress socks and placed them across the arm of the couch next to me. I slipped on the pair of white thong panties I'd brought out of the bathroom with me, and my white lacy bra that matched them.
I pushed my full 38 DD breasts into the cups, lifting and separating the two large globes and adjusting the straps.
"Wow! That's a sight a man doesn't get to see everyday, but certainly should be allowed to."
I whipped around, loosing my balance, falling onto the couch. My breasts bounced heavily as I came to a complete stop on the soft cushions of the couch. I looked up to find my father standing in the doorway. I reached for my towel to drape it over myself, but it fell to the floor in my hurry to get covered up. I scrambled after it, but decided that there wasn't any hurry for me to retrieve it just yet.
I bent down slowly to pick it up, realizing that I had just given him an eyeful of my backside and the thin strip of material that was wedged in the crack of my ass. I heard him make a faint grunting noise as I plucked the towel from the floor and covered myself with it, turning to face him.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled at the front of his jeans, but I had already seen the swelling of his meat that he was now trying to cover up.
"I was just, trying on my presents," I stammered, feeling my nipples harden in my bra, and a shameful lust taking over my senses.
"Well, I'll just wait right here if you don't mind. I'd like to see my little girl in her new school uniform," he said, snickering under his breath.
He leaned up against the doorjamb and watched as I slipped the skirt on behind the towel that was held under my chin. I pulled the skirt up and fastened it in place as the towel slipped out from under my chin and fluttered to the floor again. I figured by now, it was pretty useless to try and cover myself up again, he had already seen me, and the towel wouldn't stay in place while I tried to change behind it anyway.
I hitched the skirt into place and slipped on the black socks, pulling them up my long legs slowly as I bent over in front of my father giving him a good look at my full cleavage, that was falling forward in my bra and spilling over top the lacy material. I pulled the socks into place and stood up reaching for the blouse. I slipped my arms into it and pulled it around my breasts. My father took a few steps towards me, closing the distance between us, and reached for the buttons. I slid my hand to my side and looked at him as he smiled at me.
"Please! Allow me," he said, as he stepped to me and began buttoning the blouse up from the bottom, and stopping two buttons from the top.
"There we go," he said, as his large knuckles grazed the sides of my tits.
I looked down noting that he'd left the two buttons undone so that my cleavage poked out in front of him.
