Dad And Sophie Part 13 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 13

... had enjoyed Saturday and were looking forward to fucking me again. All in all, I could not wait to get back after the holidays.

The time at home with Mum went quickly, and I enjoyed meeting up with my old schoolmates. I got some home training equipment as a present. I didn't get hooked up with anyone over the holiday period; even New Year was barren, not even a snog at midnight. I looked forward to attending my grandparents' party on Saturday, the 3rd of January. I knew Dad and Sophie would be there. I had gone to my grandad's house a week earlier and was surprised at my present.

They had brought me my own tuxedo with the shirt, bowtie and shoes. Given the information I now knew about them, it was apparent they knew about me joining a party and sharing their lifestyle. When I got to their house, Grandad sorted something out at one of his properties, and I sat with Grandma for a while. She told me that she and Sophie had had long conversations about me and had heard I had taken her to a party.

It was a bit odd as, looking at my grandma, I realised she was not that old and in her early fifties, but she was in perfect shape. She wore a tight-fitting pair of yoga pants that showed off her legs to their best advantage and a blouse over a push-up bra. I found her horny, which felt all wrong. She thought it necessary to tell me she was not my father's flesh and blood. If my father had a relationship with her similar to my one with Sophie, there was nothing wrong with ...

... it.

There was an unsaid suggestion that perhaps we might get it on together. Fortunately, Grandad appeared because I was unsure what I might have said. It was about a week before their party, and I got to their house early, about when Dad arrived. We all had a nice chat until Gran reminded Dad and Grandad that they needed to pick up the food and drink. I suggested I go with them, but they needed the whole boot and back seat to get it all, and only two of them could go.

As soon as they were out of the door, Gran said she had to do something upstairs, leaving Sophie and me alone. In seconds we were kissing, and in less than a minute more, I was fucking her on the sofa. Dad had told us he was expecting to take around an hour, and we made the most of it. I think I had just made Sophie come for the first time, quite noisily as it happened, that I realised Gran was watching us.

She was in the kitchen and kept doing things to prepare for the party, letting us fuck each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For about forty minutes, I continued to fuck Sophie hard until I came. After I slipped out, she pulled up her panties, and we joined Gran in the kitchen as if it were nothing had happened. There were loads of people at the party, around fifty. I was half expecting sex games to start, but it was just an ordinary party.

I was the youngest guest there by ten years, apart from Sophie, of course, but I had a great time. There was also a single mum called Amy, ...