Family Secrets 4 : Confessions - Sex Stories

Family Secrets 4 : Confessions

... came on his third thrust, her whole body shaking and hot liquid bathing his cock.

He carried on pummelling her, grinding his pelvis against her then humping her.

He pulled back meaning to drive into her again but his cock slipped out, he couldn’t stop his next thrust and his cock found the least avenue of resistance in her arsehole. He pulled her back and he was deep inside her bowels.

“Oh you bastard,” she stifled her cry but couldn’t stop another orgasm.

Dan was deep in her as his orgasm surged, he stayed deep pulsing shot after shot of spunk into her. She groaned when she felt the heat of his spunk deep in her belly.

“Shit!” He said, seeing the shed door opening and his father step out. He pulled out, grabbing his shorts and holding them against his pulsing cock as he ran upstairs. He heard his father say something as he entered the kitchen, he heard his mother respond saying she was fine, she said she just felt a little dizzy.

Dan got to his bedroom, he looked at his shorts soaked with cum, tossed them to one side and opened the draw to take out another pair. His door opened and Laura entered.

“Oh!” She laughed, “my turn not to knock.” She looked at him standing there naked with his cock semi hard. She saw the heap of his shorts and saw they were soaking wet.

“Were you wanking?” She said, “you were weren’t you, wanking into your shorts… that’s disgusting but at least it wasn’t a pair of my panties.”

“What do you want?” He said, making no ...

... effort to cover himself.

“I only came to tell you Dad has agreed to get a telephone installed,” she said, “l’ll leave you to your wanking, you’re pathetic,” She turned and left.

Lunch was a quiet affair, Jean was afraid to look at her son for fear that she would burst into a fit of giggles. Laura only looked at him to scowl and his father was his usual moody self, probably because Laura had got him to agree to spending some money.

As soon as the meal was finished Dan said he was going out. He had nowhere special in mind but ended up at the rugby club. The club house was closed and deserted so he sat on one of the benches looking out over the estuary.

“Thought l might find you here,” Peter said, walking round the corner of the building. “I called at your house but your mother said you were out. What are you doing?”

“Just thinking,” he said, “trying to work things out in my head, what to do about that job offer from Paul Sanger to start with.”

“It’s a better offer than l got,” Peter replied, “l can look forward to two years at tech and probably a dead end job at the end, l’m thinking of waiting a year then going abroad.”

“What are you going to do over there?”

“Don’t know,” he replied, “l thought about Spain, getting a job in a bar, did you know the girls walk round with their tits out over there, they reckon even Brit’s on holiday get their tits out.”

“There’s more to life than a pair of tits Pete,” he said.

“Yeah but at least if gives you something ...