First, I should mention that Heather and I are no more. We parted amicably and well, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Back home, nudity seems to be becoming a ‘thing’. None of us bother that much with clothes, and mum and dad don’t seem phased by either Ali or me being around when they want to get down and dirty with each other. Ali always scuttles away, but I’ve been known to watch. They don’t mind that either.
A couple of weeks ago, I was heading for our orchard (for a nice little outdoor cum). To get there you have to pass through a formal garden and a small meadow. In the meadow, was mum, doing exactly what I was planning on doing. She was lying down, legs spread, masturbating furiously, and it was beautiful when I got to see her cum. I just slipped away before she came back to Earth.
It made me wonder if dad ever masturbates outdoors?
Even if a couple have an active and varied sex life, I think masturbation should always be a feature of it. Likes and dislikes change and frequent masturbation helps people know what they like…which can then be communicated to their partner. I can’t imagine ever NOT masturbating, partner or no partner.
I kept this thought with me for a while, until last week. Same meadow, except the second I walked through the archway, I almost walked slap bang into my dad. He was leaning backwards with almost his full weight against the tightly trimmed hedge and his huge cock wrapped in his hand and was going for it. He immediately stopped, of course, but didn’t let go of his cock.
He was naked….I was naked…..he was evidently horny……I was heading for my favourite apple tree to lean against while I have a standing cum……(it’s also the only part of our estate that could be seen by the next property).
I reached out a hand and took his wrist and restarted his hand motion with a simple, heartfelt, “Don’t stop.” I think he must have been quite close, certainly in that zone where, if he didn’t finish, blue balls beckoned. He began masturbating slowly. The tip of his cock was glistening with pre-cum, and again, Miss Brain entered the arena and reminded me, as if I needed reminding, that I could take that cock inside me right here, right now!
My right hand reached between my legs and I too leaned back against the firm, thightly clipped hedge and spread my legs a little. We both looked at each other as we made our journey towards orgasm together. I felt that this was a delicate moment. One wrong move, one wrong word, and it would have come crashing down. I have never, in my whole sexual life wanted someone to push me down onto the grass and screw me more than I did at that precise moment. I came within a hair's breadth of lying down, spreading my legs and asking him to fuck me….but I didn’t. I noticed that he had turned slightly and was almost facing me.
Miss Brain orchestrated it beautifully. She simply put my body on autopilot and took over. It was Miss Brain who made me move my hips almost imperceptibly forward as he edged himself. Each time he got faster, my hips pushed forward and my legs spread at the knees….not wantonly, but just in a kind of receptive way. At one point, I felt actually linked to his mind, and it was almost like I could ride the rollercoaster of arousal and pausing with him.
Finally, he could take it no longer and his hips pushed forward, as did mine. When he came, his cock was no more than a few inches away from me. He ejaculated in strong spurts directly onto my mound, which of course, nicely triggered my orgasm. Miss Brain being Miss Brain opened my mouth and a perfectly intoned, “Oh, Daddy” rolled into the summer air.
Afterwards, I stood there, his semen running down over my pussy, down my thighs. He stared at me a little concern showing on his face, and then we both broke into a fit of giggling.
Much, much later, mum was lying on a sun lounger when I brought us both a couple of G&Ts. As I settled down on my lounger, (both of us naked, of course) mum took a sip of her drink and said, “I heard you and your dad giggling like schoolchildren this afternoon. What happened?” (Oh fuckety fuck fuck arseholing bollocks!’) I wasn’t going to lie to mum so I told her I had intended to have an outdoor cum in the orchard but I had encountered dad having the same idea in the meadow. “We just did it together.” (I figured she didn’t need the details.) I also figured he would have told her. This is a couple, remember who sometimes fantasise over me (and Ali). Mum took another sip of her drink and said, “He has a beautiful and very satisfying cock.” (Pause) “It feels amazing when it’s inside you.”
And that was all she said. Why not “…when it’s inside me?” Why the use of “you” Was I getting permission?
I actually worried about that brief conversation all afternoon and well into the evening, before Miss Brain got hold of it and put it in its box for me.
As usual when I’m in a quandary, I tend to have a discussion with myself.
“Now look….this is silly. You’ve heard your parents talk about you when they’re having sex, right?”
“Er, right.”
“And youve even heard your mum put on a girly voice and say, “Oh Daddy…fuck me Daddy.”
“Yeah.”
“And you are pretty certain your worn panties have been used in their sex play?”
“Well, I KNOW they have.”
“Well then, might I suggest that you stop over thinking this? If you offered yourself he will do one of two things will he not? He will either politely decline, or he will fuck your brains out, right?”
“RIGHT.”
“Which leaves only one question…..and stop rubbing your clit while I’m talking to you…..will you, or would you, fuck him, given the opportunity?”
Ahh…well now…. Would I and will I are two different questions. To “Would I?” It’s a no brainier….yes! To “Will I?” I don’t know, that depends on him!
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