My Son’s Girlfriend Sandra
Introduction:
My son brings home a lovely girl who accidentally gives me a show.
A week later there was a similar scene. I was cooking breakfast and she came in. The shirt she was wearing was longer this time, so I could only see her legs. She said good morning and I handed her a cup of coffee. As she sat against the table and drank it, I looked down to see if I could get a peek at what she was wearing this time. But I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt! I was looking right at her young pussy. Then she noticed me staring. “What?” she started to say until she remembered she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her face went red and she hurried out, excusing herself. She left before I could reply.
Over the next few days she was different around me. She was acting shy and hardly made eye contact. I knew she was feeling embarrassed by what happened. I really shouldn’t have stared, but in the moment I couldn’t look away. I kept trying to think of a way to talk to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would make things worse. One night though, my problem solved itself when she came to my room.
It was late and I was at my desk. She was wearing shorts this time, much to my disappointment. She asked if I remembered that time in the kitchen. I told her I did. She started to apologize, but I stopped her. I told her she did nothing wrong and it was perfectly fine. She smiled, but said she still felt embarrassed. I told her she was a beautiful girl and that was nothing to be embarrassed about. What happened would stay between us. No one, especially her mom, would know. At that she seemed relieved and gave me a hug.
It turns out this talk gave her a real boost in confidence. She was being friendly with me again. And playful. One morning she even teased me with a look at her ass. We shared a smile. She had gone back to sleeping in just a t-shirt. She repeated this on several occasions, making my cock very hard. I jacked it to her many times, thinking about her bending over the table pulling her shirt up.
One night when my wife was out staying with relatives, Sandra came to my room. I was wearing a shirt and some underwear. She was in her bed shirt. I asked her what she was still doing up. She sat on the bed and said she couldn’t sleep. She leaned back a little and I watched as her shirt lifted up around her waist. She asked if she could sleep in my bed tonight. I felt my heart beat faster and said yes. She got under the covers while I went to turn the bedside lamp off. She was watching my bulge, but I pretended not to notice. I turned the light off and got in bed, facing her back. She scooched up against me and her shirt moved higher up off her ass. Her bare behind was pressing against my underwear. It felt great, and I just lay there enjoying it for a while. I moved my hand down her side until I reached her leg. Then I started moving it back up, pulling her shirt higher. She suddenly moved to the side of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each other. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I was speechless as I took in the details of her body. Her boobs were big and her nipples were clearly excited. She said that the bedroom should be the most comfortable place of the house. I agreed with her and knew she wanted to see me too. I took off my own clothes. As I laid back she put a hand on my cock, feeling me. She moved down and began licking it. I was in heaven. She started stroking it and putting the tip in her mouth. She took more of it in her mouth, using her tongue against the bottom. After working me up a bit, she moved up and lay against my body. I gave her tits some love while her pussy pressed against my hard cock. Finally she slid down onto it. I couldn’t believe how good this girl felt. “Dad’s cock feels bigger than his son’s.” We started moving our hips and she moaned loudly. It wasn’t long until her pussy started tightening on my cock. I was at my limit and filled her with my cum. She collapsed against me and we fell asleep.
After first, my wife thought I was making this story up when I told her, but she started to really enjoy it. Now I’ve got her fantasizing about my son’s male friends. Who knows what might happen.
