As Mary knelt on the bed, Mike – her son – still had his cock buried in her asshole. Tim, her husband was laying on the bed next to them and Mike had just asked about Fred, Mike’s grand dad.
“It started when your mom was 18 years old,” Tim had started story.
Mary had been coming home for lunch once, twice sometimes three times a week for the last two years. Fred, her dad, worked the night shift and that was the only time she really got to see him. He always made a special lunch for her. She liked coming home for lunch and spending some time with her dad.
When she walked in the door for lunch, her dad was just coming down the hallway. He had a towel wrapped around his middle. “Honey, I am sorry, I kind of over slept and just got up a few minutes ago. I have started your lunch and haven’t had time had to get dressed.”
Mary, who had an intense interest in sex – she had been reading everything she could about the subject but was still a virgin – oh, she had been out on dates and all and had done some heavy petting, but had never gone “all the way.” Her dad’s behavior was mildly surprising since she had always considered him a prude. As he stood in front of her with the towel on, she couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like “down there” and also wondered if she would ever find out.
Fred hustled around the kitchen, placing her lunch on the table and then telling her he was going to go and get dressed.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, dad, I am comfortable with it,” she said to him.
Fred looked at his daughter and, after a moment’s pause, sat down at the table across from her.
Nothing sexual happened during that lunch. Fred and Mary talked over lunch and then she went back to school. As she walked back, she found herself hoping that her dad would “sleep late” again soon.
Lunches were pretty normal for the rest of the week. Then, it was the weekend and then it was Monday and time for lunch all over again.
When she walked into the house, Fred was walking down the hall and he smiled at her. His bath towel was wrapped around his waist.
“Sorry honey, sleep caught up to me again and the damned alarm didn’t go off.”
Mary walked up to her dad, put her arms around him and gave him a big hug. “Dad, don’t worry about it, I understand.” As she pressed against him, she was able to feel the bulge against her thigh and, for reasons that were not clear to her, she found it exciting.
“Well, lets get you fed, can’t have my little girl starving to death now can I,” he smiled at her.
Mary took off her jacket, went into the kitchen and sat at the table. “Mmmmm, that smells good, what is it?” she asked.
“Roast pork and potatoes. I changed the spices a little so I hope it is good,” was his reply.
As she sat, she watched Fred bustle around the kitchen, getting the plates and silverware, slicing the meat, and then scooping the potatoes into a bowl on the table. As he was wielding the spoon, the towel around his waist began to come undone. He tried to reach down and hold it with his elbow but was unsuccessful. With a faint hiss the towel fell on the floor. As Fred quickly put the pot down and reached down for the towel, he heard a quick intake of breath from Mary. Mary had seen his manhood and was transfixed by the sight. He acted embarrassed but something in his “embarrassment” was not genuine. Mary smiled to herself and knew that what had just happened was not an accident.
Fred got the towel wrapped around his middle and said, “Maybe I should go put something else on.”
“Daddy, forget it, just sit and eat lunch with me, okay?”
Fred stared at his daughter, wrapped the towel around his waist and then shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, honey, maybe if I am sitting it won’t fall off.”
The rest of lunch was the usual chit chat routine about school and classes and the like. After they had finished eating, Fred got up to start cleaning up. Mary was hoping that he would not put on some other clothes and, as though she had willed it, he worked with the towel around his middle. As she expected, it took only a few moments for the towel to fall again. This time her dad did nothing about picking it up.
“Mary, since you have seen me already, it doesn’t make sense for me to try to cover up, does it?”
Mary stared at her father’s cock and shook her head “No.”
Fred continued to stare at his little girl and realized that she was not longer a “little girl” but had, in fact, become a fetching young woman. He resumed cleaning up and said, “You had better get going if you are not going to be late for school.”
“Oh, cripes, you’re right dad. Hey, can we have lunch again tomorrow?” she asked.
“Sure, you want anything special?”
“Nah, surprise me,” she giggled and then walked up and hugged her naked father.
That night, Fred was at work and Mary was in her room doing her homework. Her mother, Carol, was in the front room watching television. Mary was having a hard time concentrating on her homework as she thought about lunch tomorrow and the surprise she was planning for her unsuspecting father. She wondered if her mom knew what was happening or even had any idea. She doubted it, Mary’s impression of her mom was that the woman had little or no use for sex. She was soon to find out her impression was accurate.
Mary set her alarm a little early and was up and about before her mom, who worked at a nearby clothing store during the day. Her mom used to bring her clothes from the store and Mary was one of the best-dressed girls in her school as a result. Mary had decided that she was going to dress up for her dad in an outfit she thought was sexy. After taking her shower, she put on a pair of frilly black panties, black low cut bra, black garter belt and nylons. Her top and skirt were also black. She took time with her make-up, not so much as to be noticeable but more than she often wore to school. By the time she was finished, Carol was calling her for breakfast.
