John snuck out of the bathroom, and then out the front door. He turned around and made a grand, overly-noisy entrance, as if he were coming back from one of his walks.
So Lisa’s plan had went off without a hitch. She and John had both managed to escape the bathroom, without being caught by Jan. And Lisa had also managed to “conveniently forget” to tell John about her and Jan “getting it on” together.
Later that same night, after Jan and Alex were fast asleep, Lisa snuck into John’s bedroom. She quickly pulled down her cotton panties, and stepped out of the leg-holes, leaving the crumpled-up panties on the floor next to the bed.
She got into bed with John, hiked the bottom of her knee-length nightshirt up around her waist, and they made love, just like they were husband and wife, instead of father and daughter. Of course they had to compensate for the huge difference in their body-weights.
After an extended period of genital foreplay and oral sex that lasted about 20 minutes, Lisa told John that she needed to go to the restroom to put in a birth control sponge. She pulled the packaged sponge out of the pocket at the front of her nightshirt–which she had left on, throughout their foreplay–and showed the sponge to John, before she headed off to the restroom down the hall.
Once Lisa was in the closed bathroom, she urinated, because she had forgotten to pee, before they had started their lovemaking. Then she tore open the little plastic package, took out the birth control sponge, looked at it for a few seconds, and finally flushed it down the toilet, along with her urine.
She knew that it was her “safe time,” since it was day 22 of her menstrual cycle.
She also wanted this first-ever intercourse with her father to be very special. She knew that her not using any birth control measures would only serve to make this experience even more exciting for her. She knew that the danger of pregnancy was very real. And that was the exciting part. But she also realized that the odds were heavily against it actually happening tonight.
Lisa resolved that she would use birth control the next time that she had sexual intercourse with her father. But tonight, she just wanted to throw all caution to the wind, and take “the big gamble.”
Of course, Lisa didn’t want to flat-out lie to her father. So she decided to simply not say anything to him about her total lack of birth control–that is, until after they had finished “doing the dirty deed” together.
When Lisa returned to the bedroom, she finally took off her nightshirt, and then instinctively lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs far apart, motioning with her arms that she was wanting John to mount her.
John just stared at her totally nude body for a long moment. Even in the dim moonlight that was streaming into the darkened bedroom through the window, John could still see well enough to appreciate what a lovely young woman his daughter had become–in spite of the very large, erect clitoris that was jutting straight out at the front of her pussy crack.
And of course, John naturally assumed that Lisa now had the birth control sponge in place, covering up her cervix.
He tried to mount her in this missionary-style position, but his big belly made that difficult. She was uncomfortable too. Her petite frame struggled to support his comparatively-massive weight on top of her.
So, at Lisa’s suggestion, they ended up “doing it” doggie style. Besides, that also just happened to be Lisa’s favorite intercourse position. Ironically, Lisa didn’t know it at the time, but it was John’s favorite intercourse position, as well. So that was another sexual preference that they both had in common.
Lisa got down on her hands and knees on top of the bed, and John knelt down and mounted her from behind. He pretty much just stayed still, and kneaded her firm butt-cheeks with his hands, while she was doing most of the work to thrust his short penis in and out of her vagina.
She was slapping her fleshy mound up against John’s large testicles on each inward thrust, and Lisa felt like she was in heaven. She was riding one orgasmic wave, right after another. And the “slurp-slurp” sounds coming from her pussy just got louder and louder, as her pussy got wetter and wetter, and she was slamming her pubic mound up against John’s pubic mound faster and faster.
Her energetic intercourse lasted about 15 minutes or so, before she finally felt John fertilizing her. But Lisa was pretty amazed, because that was 13 minutes more than Lisa had expected for it to last, considering the “newness factor,” along with the taboo nature of the whole situation.
Needless to say, Lisa was extremely happy with John’s performance in bed. And having her own father’s sperm flowing out directly into her vagina was one of the most erotic things that Lisa had ever experienced in her entire life. Lisa had to bury her face in a pillow to muffle her moans and groans of pure sexual ecstasy.
John couldn’t believe how much he had missed the feeling of having his penis inside of a woman’s vagina. And after his orgasm was over, he just wanted to stay coupled-up with Lisa as long as he possibly could.
Lisa didn’t want John to pull out either.
But then they both heard a quiet, serious voice that came from one corner of John’s dark bedroom.
“John? Don’t turn on the lights. I’ve already seen more than I care to see. I want you to pack up your things, and get your ass out of my house right now. You too, Lisa. How could you do this to your own mother? I thought you were going to come to my room tonight!” Jan said, with her voice quickly becoming louder and shakier, until she was actually screaming at Lisa.
Jan threw open the bedroom door hard, slamming the door up against the doorstop on the wall. And she frantically stormed out of John’s bedroom, heading for the comfort and relative safety of her own bedroom.
Once there, she lay down on her bed and cried into her pillow. She felt totally betrayed by Lisa. But she wasn’t completely sure whether she was more angry about Lisa having sex with her husband, or about Lisa not having sex with her.
Jan had been looking forward to having Lisa in her bed. Looking forward to finally having someone else to share her sexuality with. It had been slightly more than 10 months since Jan had traveled by herself to Austin to visit her daughter, while John was out of town, on a business trip.
And that’s when Lisa had unexpectedly jumped into bed with her own mother, and seduced Jan into making love with her that final night, before Jan had left to come back home.
Ever since that wonderful night, Jan had fantasized a lot about the taboo-but-exciting sexual encounter that had taken place between her and her own daughter.
And Jan had been eagerly awaiting Lisa’s next visit, anticipating that Lisa would make love to her again, as soon as they got the chance to be alone together. As far as Jan was concerned, masturbation had been okay, but there was always a melancholy feeling of loneliness that permeated her masturbations.
But Lisa hadn’t come to Jan’s bedroom that night.
And after waiting for a little while, Jan had finally decided to take matters into her own hands. She had gone to look for Lisa, so that she could invite Lisa into her bedroom. But Alex had been sleeping all by himself on the fold-out sofa bed in the guest bedroom upstairs. And Lisa wasn’t sharing this bedroom with her son, like she was supposed to.
So Jan had been heading back to her own bedroom, when she had noticed the telltale “slurp-slurp” sounds coming from the direction of John’s bedroom, down at the end of the hallway. Jan had quietly traversed the hallway carpet, being very careful not to stumble into anything in the darkness.
When she had gotten to John’s bedroom door, she had twisted the doorknob, ever so slowly, and eased the door open, to discover her nude husband coupled up doggie style, in bed with her butt-naked daughter, who was enthusiastically thrusting away at John’s penis, acting like a bitch in heat.
Jan had quietly snuck into John’s bedroom, carefully closing the door behind her. And she had just stood there in disbelief, as she had watched her daughter fuck her husband. And she had kept watching them, as Lisa was orgasming her ass off, while John was fertilizing her young pussy. The same young pussy that Jan had had her own hands and mouth on, just 10 months ago. The same young pussy that Jan was hoping to have her hands and mouth on tonight. Jan was definitely much more angry with Lisa right now, than she was with her own husband.
But there was also a part of her that had actually gotten turned-on from watching them–an animalistic part of her that was wanting to get naked, and jump right into bed with them. In fact, while she was watching John and Lisa fuck, her own hand had automatically moved over to her housecoat-and-panty-covered crotch, and she had started rubbing herself “down there,” making it feel good to her.
At one point, Jan had even started to sneak back out of John’s bedroom, with the intention of simply going back to her own bedroom, and keeping what she had “accidentally” witnessed, as her own “little secret.”
But Jan couldn’t bring herself to leave early, and miss the climax of “the movie”–which in this case was the act of sexual intercourse that was taking place, just a few feet away from her. She had just kept fingering herself through her night-clothing, while she was thinking about John’s little mushroom-shaped penis. And about how good it had felt, whenever it was inside her. And about how much she had missed John’s lovemaking.
By the way, unlike the “Jan” in John’s dream, the “real” Jan was not “orgasmically-challenged” in the least. In fact, quite the opposite. Jan was perpetually horny, and had always been able to orgasm at the drop of a hat–even back when she was a young girl.
As Jan’s pussy crack was getting wet inside her panties, thanks to her finely-honed pussy-fingering skills, she thought about her Uncle Ed, and about how he used to make the crotch of her panties get soaked, whenever he was “tickling” her “naughty parts,” and about how she always used to naively giggle away in sheer delight while he was doing that to her. Then she thought about those telltale panties that she had discovered in the bottom of John’s dresser nearly a decade ago, and she started feeling totally disgusted with what she was witnessing.
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