Mum died when I was 9 and my dad raised me through the difficult years that followed. He did a brilliant job especially as I was developing. As I grew into a sexual person, I just couldn't imagine how he coped without sex. Ok, I admit, I had fantasies about him but nothing happened....even though I think he used my knickers now and then....still, one day he met someone.....
Jane was younger than him and I guess she answered a lot of his needs. She certainly made a lot of noise when they fucked, which they did a lot. Sometimes, I would lie in my bed listening to them and going crazy masturbating.
Jane would pad around the house naked or dressed in dads shirt. One Saturday morning, after what sounded like a night of sex, dad was called into work. Jane, as usual was wearing his shirt. I met her in the hallway and she smiled "sorry if we kept you awake last night". Well hell yeah! But since its what dad needs, I made light of it " You probably kept the fucking street awake, but it sounds like you had fun....er....lots of it."
Jane smiled and said "bet you did too" . I don't know why but suddenly I realised she was aroused...And I realised I was.
Telepathy exists folks...have no doubt.
Jane quite literally just reached up under the t shirt (and very moist knickers) I was wearing, and right there on the landing outside the bedrooms we did it. Fingering, kissing, licking, you name it. She drove me higher and higher to the brink then higher still...at one point I didn't know whether I was gonna cum or wet myself....and I didn't care!
When I thought it couldn't get any higher, she told me to lick the three fingers I had inside her.
"Tastes nice, doesn't he" she said!!
My world disintegrated into the most deeply explosive orgasm I have ever had. Not only was I tasting Jane, but dad too!
I finished Jane, and we did it again..twice, with variations too wild for here.
I think dad knows that Jane and I did stuff...and he doesn't seem to mind....but I wonder. I wonder if, after licking me out, she has kissed him, and I wonder if he knows he has perhaps tasted me?
I wonder too, what tomorrow will bring.