I was a bit of a quivering wreck and had sat between Mum and Dad on the sofa to calm down a bit. I couldn’t help myself from fondling Dad’s soft and sticky penis while Mum, feeling guilty, ran her fingers through my hair.
Mum told me a little of how she and Dad had met partying and had carried it on after they had got married. When they had me things got a little more awkward and they had to scale back their own hosting but carried on in other people’s houses. The others from their man group were very understanding and were more than happy hosting themselves.
Every few sentences she felt the need to apologise to me. I tried to reassure both Mum and Dad that I was fine. I loved them both very much and I wouldn’t become a basket case just because we’d broken a big taboo and had sex. It didn’t stop her though.
I told Mum I needed to have a shower but I’d be back down to discuss what had happened more fully. I needed to find some way of telling them that I had actually got very worked up by having sex with them and I wanted more.
As I stood under the shower washing Daddy’s cum off my tits little visions came back to me. Mums hand as it caressed my full breasts; her tongue on my nipples; the feel of Dad’s full erection in my hands.
My soapy hands ran down over my breasts and I gently squeezed both nipples that were already erect. I soaped down over my tummy and my hand slipped between my legs. Eager fingers sought out my clit and I rubbed it revelling in the little electric shocks as endorphins flooded my brain. My other hand joined in and I started to finger my slippery pussy. The water cascaded down over my head and face and I quickly brought myself off.
More, I wanted more and I had an idea.
I stumbled out of the shower and quickly dried myself and headed to my room. I opened my wardrobe and clothes were flying all over the room as I rummaged for what I was looking for.
Ten minutes later I emerged from my bedroom in the perfect attire and headed down the stairs.
I went into the living room. Mum and Dad were on the sofa with their bath robes on, drink in hand whispering to each other.
“Where’s Dan and Julie?” I asked trying to get their attention.
They looked around and I almost laughed. Dad’s jaw dropped and Mum’s eyes widened like saucers.
A stunned silenced ensued while they took in my ultra short skirt, tight white blouse that you could see my bra through and little white Sunday school shoes. My still wet hair, I’d tied in bunches.
I hadn’t worn these clothes since I was at school and now, at 22, I had filled out a little and there were much tighter and shorter than they were then.
I walked over and stood in front of Dad. From the level he was at he would have clearly been able to see my little white knickers. From the look on his face he could.
“Dan and Julie decided it was best they leave us to sort this out.” Replied Mum looking at Dad’s face.
“Sort what out, Mummy?” I asked innocently, turning around and bending over to pick a glass up from the table. I heard Dad groan quietly.
I turned back around and had a little sip of the wine in the glass.
Looking at Mum I said. “It doesn’t matter. I’m ok with it.” Then I added. “Daddy, are you looking up my skirt?”
Dad reddened and tried his best to look away. He just couldn’t. He mumbled something.
“John, you should answer her. Can you see up her skirt. Can you see her knickers?” Demanded Mum.
“I can’t really see them properly, Elisabeth.” Answer Dad eventually.
“Do you want to see them, John?” Mum asked.
He mumbled again.
“You should answer Mummy.” I scolded. “Do you want me to pull my skirt up and show you my knickers, Daddy?”
He mumbled something again which sounded positive and I looked at Mum. She just nodded.
I stood right in front of Daddy, more over him really and hiked my skirt up to the waist.
I heard Daddy gasp and felt his eyes burning into my crotch. He was getting very aroused.
He wasn’t the only one. I saw Mum squeeze her legs together and I knew I was getting very wet and it wouldn’t be long before it became obvious.
I took another sip of my wine and deliberately let some spill down the front of my blouse.
“Ooops.” I said as I rubbed at the spillage that was right over my left nipple.
Daddy tore his eyes from my knickers and watched as I softly rubbed my finger tips over my hardening nipple.
“Do you think Daddy wants to see my bottom, Mummy?” I asked trying to keep them on their toes.
Mum was also mesmerised looking at my wandering fingers. She turned to Dad and asked him. “Do you want Sarah to bend over and show you her bum, John?” Her throat was dry and her voice strangely husky.
Dad simply nodded and I smiled.
I turned around and put my glass back on the table bending over to do so. My knickers were already tight and when I bent over I felt them pull between my bum cheeks.
“Do you like my bum, Daddy?” I asked, looking back at him.
Dad was still in a suspended state of shock, I think. He said very little but his face could be read like a book.
“You always were a pretty girl, Sarah.” Added Mum. “Look at his lap; you’ve made him very stiff.”
I looked down and saw his swelling under his robe. He had his hand in his lap trying to keep it covered up.
I looked back at Mum. Her hand had slipped inside her robe and she was touching her breast with one hand. The other was between her legs now. I smiled at her and she smiled shyly back.
“It’s lovely watch you touch, Mum.” I said simply.
She looked at me and opened her legs for me so I could watch her as she stroked herself through her knickers. She looked back at Dad.
