Dad And Sophie Part 7b - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 7b

... he wasn't giving a demo. However, since I had lived there, he checked up when he was away. It had become a bit of a passion with him. Watching turned him on.

From now on, I suggested just a regular phone call, which he said he would square with Sophie. So that night, Sophie and I ate early and did the usual phone call, both naked on my father's bed. I knew he would watch on the CCTV, but Sophie didn't. She sat astride my chest, playing with a vibrator on her pussy, a foot from my face as the call played out with Dad. Sophie asked that I might be allowed to eat her out, but again, it was a sidestep.

Sophie had already told me Dad had told her he had phoned me and squared off the making out. So her phone sex session started with dancing at Georgios. How I was touching her ass, what dress she would wear, how well I kissed. How big my cock felt as she opened up my fly and played with it. Walking home, disappearing into an alleyway, me playing with her pussy, her giving me a hand job. Dad came quite quickly at that point.

We didn't seem to explore our boundaries that night. The unsaid conversation was that we would be stepping into new territory on Friday night. We both had twenty-four hours to work out what we would do, knowing that Dad would accept whatever happened. That and I knew he would watch it in full colour and sound. How far would we go? I was feeling a bit pissed off with him, so now I might go further than when I had thought about it.