Just Visiting - Sex Stories

Just Visiting

... television programmes were uninspiring and he had had enough of the trash they watched.

With her head in her mother’s lap, Barbara followed his movements until he left the room. A big sigh left her lungs only to be followed by a huge intake of air and a second, even larger sigh. Her mother was stroking her hair as she lay there.

“I suppose you’re feeling frustrated by that husband of yours, or should I say his inactions.”

“You can say that again,” Barbara replied. “I don’t know, I can’t see a future for us anymore.”

The conversation twisted and turned for a while until Barbara rested, her eyes once more closed.

“Go on, why don’t you go and enjoy yourself.”

Barbara’s eyes opened, and she twisted her head to look at her mum.

“Go on,” her mother reinforced, motioning with her head towards the door and with a smile on her face.

Barbara got up from her reclined position and swivelled her legs onto the floor.

“Are you sure?”

Lucy nodded, “go, go on,” she winked at her.

Barbara stood up. Walked to the door and paused at the exit. Looking back towards her mother she smiled, and then her heart started racing, she started taking shallow, quicker breaths, and her whole body rejoiced at the thoughts parading naked around in her head. With one last smile, she headed towards the stairs.

Hot mist hit her in the face by the time she pushed the bathroom door open. She stood in the open doorway watching her fifty-five-year-old father soap his body. Lashings ...

... of water cascaded down on top of him.

She started to unbutton her blouse. Taking her time to pop one button after the other in a slow-motion strip tease that no one but herself could see. The glass wall of the shower cubicle was misted up and after she discarded the blouse, she unclipped her bra and let her heavy breasts dangle but only as far as her bulge. She couldn’t help but pinch both her nipples in an act that caused pleasure pulses to stream down her body and collect in the pool of tingling flesh that was her pussy. Her skirt hit the floor closely followed by her oversized panties.

Her hands roamed over the taught bulge in her stomach that announced its presence with a loud ‘I’m here!’ She could see her father reach for the shower head, move it upwards and direct it over his head. Barbara rested her hands on her pregnant bulge and stood at the walk-in entrance.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

Her father turned to face her but said nothing. He admired her bulge. The tight skin was tantamount to her blossoming body. He looked into her radiant eyes as she stepped inside. The first light spray of water bounced off her father’s head and onto her face and breasts. The closer she got the wetter she became until he reached out to place his arms around her shoulder and spin her so that the hot water crashed down over her body.

“Your mum’s right, you know. This bump is getting in the way.”

The comment dragged a wry smile from her lips as she snuggled into her ...