Daughter Swapping - Sex Stories

Daughter Swapping

... smiled, 'One day', she said under her breath, 'I wont wear knickers, then he will get hard for me'. She sat staring at him, her crotch exposed until he disappeared around the corner, then she closed her legs and drew deeply on her half smoked cigarette. 'How big is he', she queried? 'Who', I asked, thinking she was referring the man she had just flashed, 'Your daddy', she replied, not looking at me, 'his cock', to which I said, 'Oh', as the penny dropped. I held my hands apart to indicate 10"', 'Fucking hell girl', she exclaimed, 'That's a big fucker', this time she was looking into my eyes, 'I gotta meet him', she laughed then said it was twice her daddies size. 'Sure, come and stay the weekend', I replied innocently. Frida's eyes stared ahead, she was already thinking along those lines, and I noted her legs were gently rocking to and fro, something I did whenever my pussy ached. 'Daddy, Frida wants to stay over this weekend'. He looked at me, 'Who's Frida', he queried? 'Just a friend', was all I could think off, 'Her parents are OK about it', his eyes were focused on me? 'She's like me', my voice tailed off, 'No mother, just a daddy', I sounded apologetic. 'Bring her home tomorrow, I want to meet her', I studied his face, he was giving nothing away, I smiled inwardly, somehow I just knew Daddy would love her, then Frida would see his cock, and I would be proud he was so big. The thing that people tend to forget, is what it was like to be our age, yes we are more informed ...

... and show more thanks to technology, sitting in a toilet with my iPhone, I can go online and let a stranger watch me pee on Skype, or in a chat room like 'Masters and naughty Girl', a teacher pupil thing, and in all when you think about it, sex is impartial, without human contact, a fun thing without interactive contact, that's why we appear dangerous we don't know any better, just the fun bit. When we arriver at our front door, Frida took her knickers off, 'See if I can get him hard', she said, matter of factly, I laughed and followed suit, and put both pairs into my satchel, and boldly walked inside. Daddy was there, not as I had expected, but then it was a big plus, he was at the dining table, at the computer, in his shorts and a t-shirt, minimalist wear, had he forgotten I was bringing Frida, or was his ploy a deliberate one? One thing was sure, Frids'a eyes lit up, 'Hi Mr Rogers', she said as she went right up to him and took his hand, she was not a f***eful girl, but she was used to being familiar with her own father. Daddy was genuinely pleased, she looked like a slightly older version of me, but I think he enjoyed her more sexual approach to him, especially as she fixed her eyes on the laptop screen, 'Having some online fun', she asked him jocularly, and she slipped her arm around daddy's shoulder and lent against him? Her face was inches from his and their eyes locked, not only that, her legs were hard against his. Daddy had a daughter her age, he was comfortable with ...