The shadows of tree branches projected by an outside streetlamp dance across the ceiling of Allyson's upstairs bedroom. Thunder was rumbling in the distance, and the wind leading the oncoming storm steadily increased. It was late evening, and the storm would be there before midnight.
Allyson loved thunderstorms. The preceding winds would soon be joined by the patter of rain on the roof as the thunder grew louder and the lightning lit up the sky.
She acquired her love of thunderstorms from her mom, who cuddled with Allyson as the storms rolled through, providing her with excitement and comfort. Allyson wished her mom was here to comfort her now. A sudden illness plagued her, and after a hard fight, her mom succumbed to her affliction and passed away eight months ago. It seemed so long ago, but sometimes it felt like yesterday.
The wind blew harder, and the thunder drew closer. Allyson sighed.
She thought about how her mom's passing affected her dad. It was like all joy in life was sucked out of him, and Allyson had no way to help. At least she was there for him. She delayed her first year of college to be with him as they moved past their grief.
A loud clap of thunder and the bright flash of lightning shocked Allyson out of her malaise, and she decided to relax and enjoy the storm.
The rain was moving in, and Allyson shifted her focus to the dancing shadows, the thunder, and the rain that would soon be dropping torrents against the roof and siding.
While the storm increased, Allyson noticed a small itch on the inside of her thigh and reached a hand down to it to scratch. Being without panties, the itch was easy to get to.
Allyson never wore panties to bed. It was a practice her mom had taught her. Her mom was a big woman and would be considered an SSBBW. Allyson grew up chubby and as she matured, her body followed suit.
Her mom would say, "Us bigger girls need to let our parts get some air overnight." So, Allyson did what her mom always professed.
The itch was situated where her upper thigh met her plump vulva, and there was no getting around rubbing against it. The itch subsided but the pleasure of touching the sensitive mound of flesh did not. So, Allyson lightly rubbed her chubby mound as the shadows danced faster and the storm increased ferocity.
She took two fingers and worked them towards the slit of her vagina. She could feel the warmth and moister increase as she moved deeper. She caught some of the juices that were secreting and used them as a lubricant as she worked her fingers up her slit to where her labia met. Her clit was already starting to protrude, and the first touch sent shivers through her big body and caused a stream to flow from her pussy down to the crack of her ass.
The storm was raging overhead. Thunder crashed as the wind howled and the lightning lit the room as it flashed across the sky.
Allyson felt an orgasm welling up. She knew that if she continued, she would gush a stream of her juices wetting the bed. She didn't care! A couple of more strokes and...
Suddenly there was a loud thump against the outside wall, followed by the crash of glass breaking and wind rushing into the room!
Allyson yelled in terror over the sudden surprise. She leaped out of bed and out of the room into the narrow hallway.
Her dad rushed out of his room and met her there, immediately grabbing and hugging her.
"It's ok Allyson," he said soothingly. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," Allyson replied. "I'm just startled. The window broke and there is rain getting in."
"Alright. I will get in there and get a temporary fix going," he said. "You relax. Go into my bed and try to get back to sleep." A third bedroom was occupied with items the two of them had been packing away after her mom's passing.
"Thanks, Daddy. I love you," Allyson said with a hug.
Her dad watched her walk toward the bedroom and noticed her exposed large rear end as she made her way down the hall.
"She takes after her mother more and more every day," he thought.
Allyson climbed into bed taking in the familiar comforting smells and serenity from when she would climb in with her parents as a little girl. She did her best to relax, but between the excitement of the storm, the window breaking, and her impending orgasm, she was still a little wound up. She thought of continuing her masturbation, but she decided this was just not the place.
"It isn't like sex never happened here," she thought. The house was old and the walls thin, and she remembered hearing the moans of her mom and her dad's grunts as they made love. At the time, she did not realize what the giggles and heavy breathing were about. What she did know was that there was something passionate and fun going on between her parents. Thinking about it was getting her horny again, yet she denied herself the relief of rubbing one out.
She slept, but it was light enough that she was aware of her dad entering the room and preparing himself for bed. He quietly moved and was careful not to stir her as he climbed onto the mattress and under the covers. Allyson lay on her side facing the outside of the bed and her dad moved slowly. Spooning up behind her, he put his arm around her and gave her a gentle hug. It made her feel safe and comforted. It also made her feel aroused!
She could feel every inch of his body that was in contact with her, especially where he spooned against her big ass. Then she felt something pushing against her butt cheek.
"What is that?" she thought in her half-asleep stupor.
It grew harder against her, and she suddenly realized that it was her dad's erection. Just as quickly as she came to that realization, her dad promptly moved back from her and turned over.
She was able to slip into a light sleep soon after calming down from having her dad's boner pressed against her bare backside.
She had no sense of how long she had slept when she was awakened by the bed shaking gently.
