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Authors name: Crystal Brooks title : My First Time - Part Two
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My First Time (Part Two) By Crystal
I was shocked, stunned. I'd just been totally involved in my first
masturbation session that had led to my first delicious orgasm - and it was
all because I was thinking about my Mum and Dad having sex - and here I
was, naked on my bed, still calming down from the emotional roller coaster
of cumming to find my Mum in the room.
It was too much, I wasn't feeling guilty at mu nakedness, but I did feel
somewhat ashamed that I had been fantasising about my Dad making love to me
as I brought myself off. I started to cry.
"I'm sorry Mum..." I started to blub.
My Mum came to me quickly, sat on the bed and hugged me hard for a
minute or two until my sobs subsided and I returned to normal. Then she
broke the embrace so that she could look at me and I could see her mouth.
"Oh, baby," she said "Don't cry, its me who should be apologising for
being in your room - I thought something was wrong, we heard you cry out.
When I saw you playing with yourself I was just transfixed!"
My heart leapt a little, the tables had been turned on me - I had been
the voyeur earlier on in the day, watching her and my Dad fuck each other.
Now she had caught me.
"You're not mad, then?" I asked
"Of course not, baby" she both spoke and signed."It was very special to
watch you, I hope you forgive me for watching - it was very beautiful"
Once again I started to cry and instinctively held her tight again,
aware now that she smelled so good. I loved my Mum so much, we got on so
well, sometimes it was like she was an sister. I knew so many of my
friends who just battled with their parents, but it wasn't like that for
me. Where we were now, sitting on the bed, reminded me of a time a couple
of years earlier when my Mum had told me all about sex in an open and
honest way. It hadn't meant much at the time, but now I felt that my whole
being wanted to know all about sex. But I knew I had to be honest with
Mum, even if it meant her hating me for it.
I pulled away from her again. "I have to tell you something" I said
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I saw you and Dad this evening, having sex." I had to go further. "I
stayed and watched you"
"I know" my Mum replied "I saw you"
If I was stunned before, it was nothing compared to how I felt now. I
couldn't believe it.
"You what?? You knew?? Why didn't you say anything"
"To be honest" my Mum replied "I enjoyed it, it turned me to know you
were watching. God, I really came hard knowing you were watching, baby."
"What did Dad say?"
"He didn't know you were there, and I didn't tell him. I think he had
other things on his mind!"
I laughed at that , and that did the trick. I didn't feel bad about
what I had done - I was kind of pleased that Mum had enjoyed me watching.
"Yeah, he did look kind of wrapped in his work. You both looked like
you were having fun"
"Crys, your is the best lover in the world. I hope you get to
know what that feels like, soon"
I almost choked. Did she know what I had been thinking about my Dad,
thinking about his hard cock drilling deep into my body. Or was I
overeacting - surely she meant that one day I would know what a good lover
was. Either way it was shaky ground we were treading. I was lost for
words, my Mum broke the silence.
"Did you like what you saw?"
I saw no reason to hide the truth from her, we had gone so far into this
now for lies or deception.
"It was beautiful to watch you both" I replied "To see your bodies,
naked, enjoying each other - made me get so hot. Thats why I was playing
with myself tonight, I never knew my body could respond the way it did,
like that. But I felt a bit guilty, because I was thinking of you two as I
was playing with myself."
Mum smiled, a beautiful thing to see.
"You shouldn't feel guilty, sweetie. In fact I'm pleased. I'm going to
tell you something now, Crys, something that not even your knows. I
want to tell you so that you will know I understand how you are feeling.
When I was about the age you are now I lost my virginity to a beautiful
man, a I had loved for so long and who I knew loved me. It was the
most precious thing in the world, and it meant so much to me. There is a
big difference between making love and having sex, and the first time you
allow a to touch you, you should be comfortable knowing that it is with
someone who loves you deeply."
I kept quiet, sensing I was going to hear (or at least see signed)
something amazing, but not quite sure what it was. I didn't have to wait
long.
"Crys, my first lover was your Granddad - my father. Crys, I'm telling
you this because I think when you saw your Dad this evening your reaction
was one of lust and love all mixed up - am I right?"
"Yes." I replied "I was thinking of Dad making love to me when I had my
Orgasm"
"Is it something you want to pursue further, Crys, or would you rather
just leave it alone. I don't mid, its your decision, but I want you to
know that I would support and help you in whatever you decide. In fact, I
should be honest, I would encourage you to make love to your Dad - I can
think of no better to instruct and teach you of the joys of sex than
someone who loves you so dearly."
I was dumbfounded, but I also knew how excited I was. I became aware
that for the last couple of years I had been very attracted to my Dad, but
had in so many ways repressed those feelings, thinking them improper. The
thought of being able to give into them with my Mums blessing was almost
too much to comprehend.
"Does Dad know about this?"
"No, he doesn't. But I know him well, and after his initial shock I
know he will accept the idea and love you the way you need to be loved.
Deep down, I think most fathers lust over their own daughters - most are
just too afraid to admit it - even to themselves. There are a few things
we need to do first - but if you are sure then I will help you. OK? I'll
leave you now - and let you think about it - you can let me know what you
think in the morning."
And with that she bent over, kissed me gently on my forehead and left.
It was the most remarkable evening of my life. Once again my mind started
to think of all the things the two of us had shared. My mind kept telling
me that I was wrong to be thinking the way I did about my own father, but
in my heart I knew that I wanted him to make love to me more than anything
else in the world.
The next morning (after just a little sleep) I told Mum that I wanted to
go ahead with the plan. She told me she was so pleased, and that we would
do something in a few days - that she needed to prepare Dad right. I had
no idea what that meant. Later I found out that she had really teased my
Dad about his feelings for me - getting him to open up that he really
wanted to make love to me. She even role played with him - calling him
"Daddy" when they were making love - to the point that he was getting
excited at the thought of screwing me.
About a week after I had caught them in bed - and had had my own first
orgasm, my Mum came to my room at about 10pm.
"Crys - if you're still keen to do this, come into our room in about
fifteen minutes. OK?"
I nodded my acceptance. The next fifteen minutes were the longest of my
life. I was so nervous I could feel my heart pounding. I had no idea what
to expect, and no idea if I should go in naked or not. I decided against
that, just putting my oversize T on that I normally slept in and a pair of
lacy knickers. After 15 minutes I crept down the hallway to my room and very gently opened the door. For the second time in a week I saw
my making love.
My Dad was laid out on the bed - naked, except for a black scarf around
his eyes and pair of earphones connected to a Walkman. ( I later learnt
that he was listening to the sounds of a very vocal couple making love - I
have no idea where Mum found that!!). Mum was bent over him, wearing a
sexy negligee and she was in the middle of kissing him lightly along the
length of his body. She saw me and motioned me to come over and be quiet.
Of course I had no idea how quiet I was being, and my heart was pounding so
much I'm sure that it could be heard next door. I crept over to her, my
eyes fixed on my Dad - and more specifically the hardness and length of his
cock - that was stood to attention - a living testimony to the skill with
Mum had aroused him. She looked at me, looked at Dads cock then licked her
lips with a smile. Then she continued to administer light kisses to him
again, working her way down his chest to his stomach and the kissing the
head of his cock, which responded slightly to her mouth. I crept closer
still. This was the first time I had seen a mans cock - I was very
impressed with what I saw. I would guess he was about seven inches big,
but his girth was also large. (Since then, of course, I have been with
larger - but at the time it looked like a monster!!!). As I was
watching my proceeded to give my Dad a blow job. She nibbled the
top of his cock ever so ightly and then ran her tongue down the shaft to
his balls - then licked up the underside of his cock. I noticed it twitch
uncontrollably at her touch. Then when her mouth was at the top of his
cock, she took him in her mouth, just the head, licked it like it was an
ice cream and then slowly brought her head down and took him inch by inch
about halfway. Then she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
All the while she was doing this she looked at me to see what my
reactions were. I think she could tell I was turned on like crazy. I knew
my nipples were straining against my T-Shirt - their erectness giving away
my excitement. She released Dad's cock from her mouth and smiled - "Your
turn" she signed "Still keen?"
My reply was my smile and I drew closer to them both - my Dad still
oblivious that I was even in the room. I could turn back now - Dad would
never know. I had to make my mind up quickly. I knew there was really no
choice - I was going to make love to my Dad
Continued in Part Three
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