Natalie Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Natalie Pt. 03

Mum had come home and had bought fish and chips for us. I sat at the table with my parents, wondering if my mum could tell, if she could see the change in me. If she could see that I had done it. That I had sex. Yesterday I hadn't even touched a boy, or let a boy even touch me, and yet now I had been fingered, had stroked off my boyfriend, had started to stroke my dad and then been shagged by him.

Could my mum tell? I hoped not, because that would start a conversation I didn't want to have. What I had done with Jase was one thing, and I suppose I could talk that through with mum, if she asked, after all, I couldn't make her hard, so hard that she would have to shag me, shag me like my dad did.

I rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher and told my parents I was going up to listen to some music.

As I lay on my bed, my music on pause, I could hear my parents talking, I couldn't make everything out, but I could hear 'Nat will hear us" from mom, and dad saying "she won't she is listening to her music."

I crept to my door and pulled it open a little, trying to hear what they were saying, but there were no more words, just noises, noises I recognised. They were making out on the settee. I wondered if they had left the lounge door open, if so, I would be able to see, if I was careful.

I edged along the landing and looked between the bedroom wall that is over the stairs, and the banister. The lounge door was open, and dad was kneeling between mum's legs. He ...

... had his trousers off and I could see that his bottom was quite hairy, but from this angle I couldn't quite see his cock or balls.

Mum's dress was opened at the front and her bra pushed up, her boobs showing and I could see her panties were down and around her left ankle, and as dad licked her, he moved his hand up and I was sure her was fingering her as he licked.

Mum was not complaining that is for sure and she seemed to be making appreciative noises, noises that her daughter hadn't made earlier, but then her dad hadn't licked and fingered her daughter. No, he just simply took her, fucked her, her first fuck, in the same place he now fingered and licked his wife. Perhaps he could not shag her so soon after shagging me I wondered.

"Make love to me" I heard mum say and he stood up, his cock hard pointing out from him. Mum turned round and knelt on the settee as I had, and dad went behind her and bent forward. He must have entered her as mum gave a groan and I was sure she said yes.

I watched, fascinated as dad shagged my mum, faster and faster he went, the familiar slapping sound I had heard from their bedroom in the past, a sound that I now identified as sex. It was a troublesome thing to watch. I think if my dad hadn't shagged me earlier, then it would have been more unsettling, but as I watched him take my mum, I had flash backs of him doing that to me. I remembered him inside me, I remembered him filling me as I watched him fill my mother, and I wanted him to be ...