Santa comes just once a year,
He strokes then pumps with glee.
He fills your sock right to the top,
And hangs it on the tree.
Karen finally decided she had partied enough and most of her uni friends had gone home for Christmas. As I wasn't working and Elaine was taking every hour the supermarket was offering, I was elected to pick Karen up from her uni bedsit. It wasn't too far away and the early afternoon traffic wasn't too bad.
It was a similar house to Sam's though not as big and not as well furnished. She, too, had an upstairs room. When I arrived, I expected Karen to be packed ready to go. Stupid thought! Karen had always been untidy. Her suitcase was empty, the drawers which held her stuff were a mess. On the floor was a pile of dirty clothes. I picked up a pair of panties and put them to my nose.
"Yeuk! Have these ever been washed?" I pulled a face.
"Dad! You pervy sod. Put them down."
"So your boyfriends never do that?"
"That's none of your fucking business."
"Hey, chill girl! It's no great deal. And with your mother tired out after working god-knows how many hours I need something to cheer me up. It's YOU and Sam she's thinking of so we can all have a good Christmas. So just fucking chill!"
It's not often I lose my cool with either of the twins. Karen knew I was well annoyed.
"And to add to that, you don't damn well help. You do sod all at home, and by the state of this room, you do sod all here."
Karen went quiet. Her mood changed.
"OK, OK. I get the point, and do you sniff Sam's too?"
"Sam has been very sympathetic."
"So you do?" Karen had calmed down a bit.
"Yes."
"What is it? What do you men get out of it?"
"I don't know. Pheromones, maybe. All I know is it works for me, and lots of other men."
Karen looked deep in thought. "But surely, sniffing panties and having a wank isn't as good as sex."
"As I said. Mum's tired. Has been for a while. You have your needs too. You use what? A vibrator perhaps? A rampant rabbit? Big and thick? Me? I use whatever I can."
"That's my business. And Sam? She lets you have her panties?"
"Yes, she does. Oh and I like looking at her tits too. That helps me a lot."
Karen looked deep in thought. I was steaming. She backed off.
"You've done a lot for mum," she admitted, "And you've helped us a lot. Perhaps you deserve a treat at Christmas."
She came over and hugged me. "You should have said." The hug was nice, especially from Karen. "Turn around. Don't look."
I heard the zipper go on her skirt. A rustle, a pause.
"OK, turn around." I obliged. "Forget those, I don't always get to wash a few pairs. Here."
She passed me a pair of plain, practical, small-ish, pale yellow panties. Still warm, still damp, a faint creamy secretion which smelled heavenly. A very slight hint of pee was all that masked a wonderful pussy aroma.
"Any better?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes and an 'I'm so sexy' smile.
"Marvellous." It was true. I'm not opposed to the occasional 'worn two days' pair ... but not the brown sauce kind.
"So. Now you're not wearing any?"
"I guess it seems that way. You never know, help me pack quickly and it might be a very pleasant drive home."
So began the process of heaping things into a suitcase and bags, then filling the car. Did we set a Guinness world record? Maybe we did.
I don't often drive on the motorway with just one hand on the wheel, but once out of town, Karen took my left hand and put it on her leg.
"I think it needs a massage," she said.
"Can't the massage wait till we get home?"
The daylight was fading rapidly. Apart from streetlights Karen's leg was becoming less visible.
"No. It aches."
"Around here?" I moved my hand an inch or so either way."
"Well no. It's nearer the top." Her legs parted slightly. She moved my hand higher.
I slid it up further. "Damn." A dog ran out on to the road. I braked hard, then steered with both hands for a while. The sliproad for the M1 was just ahead.
Once we were safely on the motorway Karen prompted, "It's aching more. It needs a proper massage." She slid forward on the seat. "Can you reach?"
"Up here?" I offered. Karen's legs widened again. I felt the side of my hand touch not hair, but bare smooth pussy lips.
"Yes, just there."
Now I would be the first person to agree that motorway safety is paramount, but on a straight road at a steady speed I felt I could cheat a little. Karen's butt was now just on the edge of the seat. Her legs were parted the maximum the car would allow. I kept up a very gentle, steady movement against her clit.
The side of my hand was getting damp, making it slippery and easy to gently massage Karen's pussy lips. I could feel my little finger persuading her clit to take more and more notice. As it did so, her breathing became deeper.
"Dad. I mistook you. I thought you were just trying to get a buzz from the awful stink of my panties."
"I told you why. It's been hard for me just lately." I knew I'd said it wrong. It had been soft far too much.
Karen then more-or-less agreed with Sam. A man needed some comforts.
She lowered the back of the seat so she was reclining, lifted her butt, pushed her skirt back. In the fading light, even with a few seconds of illumination from passing cars, I couldn't see much of her butt. She lowered the seat back more and opened her legs as much as she could.
My work-calloused left hand was now stroking her leg, pausing at the top then massaging her wet pussy lips and clit. Anxious not to drive badly, I was doing this very slowly; no words from Karen, just pleasure sounds.
The traffic was bottling up then slowing more. We stopped. No explanation from the matrix signs. The daylight had faded completely as my hand sought to bring Karen off. She wasn't going to cum so easily.
Eventually we passed the breakdown. Guessing Karen didn't want a quickie, I settled down to a steady rhythm. Soon we would be leaving the motorway and that would mean extra concentration to avoid an accident.
We left the ramp and I took a small detour where the original road, pre-motorway, ran. People parked up here at weekends as it was near a popular public footpath to open fields. I stopped the car, leaned over and started to roughly rub Karen off. We were only a mile from home. She gave in, let it go. Her climax was sudden, explosive, but quiet, not noisy like her sister.
