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It seemed a visit to Sandra`s parents could be postponed no longer. I had put it off as long as I could, with one excuse after another, until Sandra had seen through me and suggested we have a little chat.
“If you don`t want to meet them, just say so,” she began.
“It`s not that I don`t want to meet them, it`s just…”
“Just what?”
“Isn`t it a little soon?”
“For whom? Them or you?”
“Well, all of us I guess.”
“My parents are dying to meet you.”
“And I want to meet them. Really.”
“Then what`s stopping you?”
“I don`t want them to think I`m rushing things.”
“Rushing! We`ve been together over a year!”
“I know. And it`s been the happiest year of my life. But still, after what happened…”
Sandra took both my hands in hers and spoke more quietly.
“Do you think they don`t know what happened? Miriam was my friend, remember? So when you lost your wife, I lost a soul mate.”
“I know. I`m sorry.”
“Don`t be sorry. I know you still miss her. So do I. But it`s time we both moved on. And staying with my parents would be a good place to start.”
“So, they know?”
“Everything. How sad you were, and how desperately I wanted to help you…and how one thing led to another.”
She stroked my cheek and kissed me. Sandra had a way of letting you feel the tip of her tongue whenever she kissed you. It was the first big difference I had noticed when I first started dating her six months after losing Miriam. Even now I found it arousing.
“I hope you didn`t tell them too much about that bit,” I said.
“Don`t be daft. We`re close, but not that close.”
“I can`t really say no, can I?”
“Not really.” She leaned in and kissed me. This time her tongue probed a little more deeply into my mouth and stayed there. Her hand moved down my shirt front and found the bulge in my pants which she knew would be there.
“Now I`m going to give you your reward for being a good boy.” she said.
She pulled down my zip and expertly released my stiff cock. After stroking the head thoughtfully for a few moments, she slid to the floor between my legs. Holding my cock with one hand she licked the tip like a lollipop before taking it slowly into her mouth.
“I think you`ll like my mum,” she said, pausing briefly in her attentions. “We`re very alike.”
Rotating her hand at the same time as she stroked and taking my cock ever deeper into her warm mouth, it wasn`t long before I felt the urge to cum. Normally Sandra would pause there and let my excitement subside a little before proceeding to further delights. This time however she increased the speed of her strokes before taking my cock entirely in her mouth. For a few seconds I savoured the incomparable feeling of my tingling head hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. Finally, she came up for air.
-Cum in my mouth, she said, looking into my eyes.
It would have been impossible not to and as she sucked and stroked faster than ever, I shuddered and unleashed a first spurt of hot semen deep in her mouth, followed by four or five more, all greedily devoured by Sandra. When I had finished coming, she let my cock slip from her mouth and swallowed in an exaggerated fashion, then opened her mouth to show me it was empty, just as we`d seen actresses do in the porn films we watched together. I leaned forward to kiss her, tasting the cum on her lips.
“Does she swallow too?” I asked.
“Who?”
“Your mother.”
“I don`t know,” she said, licking a fleck of cum from the side of her mouth. “You`ll have to ask her.”
Sandra`s parents were not as I had imagined them, if I had taken the trouble to imagine them at all. Just as Sandra had said, she and her mother were very alike. In fact, at a distance, as we climbed out of the car after the long drive, it could have been Sandra herself waiting to greet us in the doorway. She was not quite as tall as Sandra but just as skinny. She was wearing a summer dress which came to just above her knees and her hair was piled up in a loose bun. She must be in her early sixties, I thought. She hugged and kissed her daughter fondly before Sandra broke away to introduce us.
“Mom, this is Phil,” she said. “Phil, Mom.”
“Kath, please,” she said in a pleasant voice. Closer up I could see that her face was, as might be expected, more lined than Sandra`s, and her grey eyes slightly more watchful. Before I could make further observations though she took my head in both hands and kissed me firmly on the lips. Instinctively as she did so I placed an arm around her waist and felt the curve of her hip beneath her dress. She gazed at me approvingly and as I smiled back, I tried not to lower my gaze to the ample amount of bosom on display.
“Make yourselves at home,” she said, leading us into the house. “I`d offer you a seat but I guess you may prefer to move around a bit after the journey. Sand, why don`t you show Phil the garden while I get something in the oven for your dad`s tea? Then I`ll bring out some drinks.”
“Where Girne Escort is Dad?” said Sandra.
“Still at work,” said Kath. “He`s been putting in a lot of hours lately. Last burst before he retires, he says. He should be back soon though.”
Sandra took my hand and led me through an open French window into a large, well-tended garden, sloping down towards a few trees at the far end. She walked me round the flower beds, demonstrating a hitherto unsuspected depth of horticultural knowledge, before coming to a halt beside a small pond.
“What do think of Mum?” she said, standing on tiptoe to kiss me.
“Kath, you mean,” I corrected her.
Sandra laughed. “I`ve never been allowed to call her Kath. You`re honoured.”
I think she`s great,” I said, quite honestly. “I wish I`d agreed to come earlier.”
“I`m glad you like her,” she said. “And she`s obviously taken a shine to you. I saw that kiss when we arrived.”
Despite myself, the memory of that kiss and the feel of Kate`s narrow waist as I had put my arm round her, caused a stirring in my crotch. This did not go unnoticed by Sandra.
“Oh my!” she said, running her hand over the incipient bulge in my pants. “You really do like her, don`t you? I can see I`m going to have to keep an eye on you two!”
“Don`t be daft, I wasn`t even thinking about your Mum,” I lied, grabbing her backside and pulling her towards me.
As if by mutual agreement we moved into the shade of one of the nearby trees and kissed more deeply. Sandra leaned back against the tree trunk and parted her legs slightly, inviting me to cup her pussy through her tight blue jeans. She squirmed under the pressure of my hand and deftly unfastened her jeans for me to put my hand inside. For some moments as we kissed, I felt the outline of her crack under the thin material then l slid my hand inside her panties and felt her warm, shaved pussy press against me. She gasped as I slid a finger inside.
“Make me cum,” she moaned.
She slid her hand down the front of my pants and massaged my hard cock, but I knew this was her moment and with a finger wet from her juices I sought and found her clitoris and started to stroke it. Within seconds she threw back her head and grabbed my hand, encouraging me to rub harder and faster. Following her lead, I massaged her hard bud until her legs began to shake uncontrollably and I felt the spasms of her orgasm against my fingers.
“God, that was good,” she murmured into my neck.
I put two fingers inside her dripping pussy then raised them to her mouth. She licked the juice off greedily and gave me a lingering kiss, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her cum on my lips.
Suddenly, she was all business. With a final apologetic tug of my cock, she took her hand out of my pants and zipped up her jeans.
“Sorry, love,” she said. “I want it as much as you do, but Mum could be out any minute. Come on.”
She dragged me back towards the house and directed me towards a sheltered corner where the rear wall of the garage met the next-door neighbours` fence. There were several chairs already set out and we sank into two of them just in time to see Kath emerge through the French window, carrying a tray of drinks.
“Sorry I`ve been so long,” she said. “You must be dying of thirst.”
She filled three tumblers with a pale pink liquid, added ice and handed one to each of us. “A variation on pink gin,” she said. “My own recipe.”
She stood for a second cradling her drink and looking slightly awkward.
“Look, Phil,” she said finally, “Sand`s told me everything and I just want you to know how sorry I am- we both are- about your wife.”
Her words were so generous that for a moment I didn`t know how to reply. “Quite honestly, Kath, if it hadn`t been for your daughter I`m not sure how I would have survived,” I said finally. Kath smiled and touched my arm and sat down on a nearby chair. After a few minutes of companionable silence, Sandra leapt to her feet.
“I`ve got to get out of these jeans,” she said, starting towards the house. “Back in a minute.”
“Are you okay, Phil?” Kath asked, when we were alone. “It does get very hot in this little corner.”
I assured her that I had no need to change just yet.
“Me neither,” she said. “I sometimes think Sandie changes for the sake of it.”
And it was true that Sandra changed her clothes more than any woman I had ever known. I was fine with this, as I often got to watch.
Kath stretched her legs out in the sun and hitched her dress half-way up her thighs. Her legs were tanned and shapely.
“When she was a little kid, she didn`t seem to know how to keep her clothes on,” Kath continued, “and nothing much changed as she grew older.”
The hem of Kath`s skirt had now reached the top of her thighs and I caught a glimpse of cream-coloured panties.
“Does she still wander round in bra and panties at home, Phil?” she asked.
“She does,” I said.
“But I`m guessing you don`t mind that?”
“No, Magosa Escort I don`t.”
Kath slowly lifted her dress clear of her panties and turned towards me.
“Trouble is, Phil, I quite often walk around in bra and panties myself, or sometimes butt naked, so I don`t really have a leg to stand on.”
At this point Sandra reappeared round the corner of the garage and Kath hastily smoothed her dress back down. Sandra was wearing a tiny bikini, both top and bottom little more than small triangles of fabric held together by string. She did a twirl. The bikini certainly showed off her slim figure to advantage. The thin material stretched tight across her small breasts, barely covering her nipples. The bottoms hung low on her hips, clearly showing the outline of her pussy lips and disappearing up the crack of her ass when she turned round.
“What do you think?” she said. We both murmured our approval.
“Is it one of mine?” Kath asked.
“I hope you don`t mind,” Sandra said. “I brought shorts but no costume, and it`s so hot out here.”
“You`re more than welcome,” Kath said. “I probably wouldn`t dare wear that one anymore. At least you`ve still got something to fill it out. My breasts seem to get smaller every time I look.”
As if to demonstrate the point she pulled out her bodice and glanced down the front of her dress. I caught a glimpse of two prominent, almost conical nipples.
Sandra sat down and the two women chatted while I listened. After twenty minutes or so a car could be heard entering the garage, there was a slamming of doors and Sandra`s father emerged through a side gate into the garden.
“I thought I`d find you here,” he said, advancing towards us across the grass, pulling off his tie. He was a man of average height, almost completely bald and with a noticeable paunch.
“You must be Phil,” he said, grasping one of my hands in both of his. “I`m so pleased to meet you at last.” I had risen to greet him, relieved that my recent erection had subsided. Close up, he looked pale and tired: unsurprisingly, from the amount of work Kath had said he was doing.
“Nice to meet you, Mr Collingwood,” I said.
“Stan, please,” he said, finally relinquishing my hand and turning towards his wife and daughter. Sandra too had risen from her chair and now wrapped her arms round her father and kissed him effusively on both cheeks.
“Sand,” Stan said, returning her kisses. “So nice to see you.”
He leaned down and kissed his wife tenderly on the lips before collapsing gratefully into the chair vacated by Sandra. To my surprise, Sandra immediately sat herself down on his lap, draping one arm around his shoulder and gazing at him affectionately. Kath passed her husband a drink and refilled my glass before likewise, and to my even greater surprise, settling herself onto my lap.
“I don`t see why they should have all the fun,” she whispered.
Given the slightly unusual situation of my wife, clad in a tiny bikini, sitting on her father`s lap, while his wife, skirt drawn up once more over her thighs, sat on mine, the conversation proceeded along conventional lines. Stan was in real estate and had a fund of stories about houses bought and sold, some of the strange characters he came into contact with and of course the perennially fascinating subject of house prices. Sandra and I were thinking of moving, though we weren`t yet sure where, so her father`s expertise interested us greatly.
As he spoke, Stan toyed absent-mindedly with the string at the side of Sandra`s bikini, and I found the thought that he might accidentally unfasten it strangely arousing. One of my hands was resting on Kath`s thigh and I started to inch it up under her dress. My movement must have been as clear to Stan and Sandra as Stan`s toying with the string of Sandra`s bikini was to Kath and myself. No one acknowledged what was happening though but instead maintained a steady flow of conversation.
I watched as Stan`s hand, apparently tired of playing with the bow, moved slowly across Sandra`s stomach then downwards to stroke the tiny triangle of green material covering her pussy. As he did so, Sandra met my gaze, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. The movement was not lost on Kath, who shifted on my lap so that her legs fell slightly open. Almost without effort I found my hand travelling further up her dress until I felt the silk of her panties. She moaned softly as I started to trace the outline of her crack with my finger, mirroring Stan`s attentions to Sandra.
It soon became apparent that the conversation, carried on up until then with such an appearance of normality, would have to be suspended, if only temporarily. Sandra was making small whimpering noises, her face buried in Stan`s shoulder. Kath had laid her head against my chest and was emitting an almost continuous moan.
As Stan stroked his daughter`s pussy through her bikini, his eyes were however fixed on what my hand was doing under his wife`s dress. Similarly, as I traced Kıbrıs Escort the line of Kath`s slit through her panties, I couldn`t wrench my gaze from Stans finger doing the same to my wife. After a few minutes, Stan slid his hand inside Sandra`s bikini, making her squirm all the more. Immediately I slid my hand inside his wife`s knickers, feeling for the first time her luxurious, untrimmed bush and long, wet slit. Sandra glanced across and groaned with pleasure, planting her feet on Stan`s thighs so that her legs fall open. With one hand she unfastened the string at the side of her bikini and peeled away the skimpy garment. Kath and I now had an unimpeded view of Stan`s fingers exploring her wet pussy. In a similar manoeuvre, Kath raised her legs and pulled down her panties. My fingers were still working on her wet pussy, a sight which appeared to have a hypnotic effect on Stan and Sandra.
There was something disorienting about watching Stan`s fingers exploring my wife`s cunt. As he inserted first one then two fingers, I could almost feel the familiar, soft warmth within, and as he massaged her clitoris, I knew exactly how it felt. Stan must have had similar feelings as he watched me run my finger over his wife`s hard clitoris and part her lips. At the same time, I was surprised to find that Kath`s pussy was much tighter than her daughter`s. Then I remembered Sandra telling me some years ago that her mother had had to have a hysterectomy after a cancer scare, which had involved almost an entire rebuilding of her vagina. Feeling its tight walls pressing against my finger, my heart went out to her, but I also reflected what a lucky man Stan was.
As I inserted a second finger, Kath began to moan more loudly and turned her face up towards me. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, feeling the same dating pressure of her tongue I knew and loved in Sandra.
“So that`s where she learnt it,” I murmured.
“Like mother like daughter,” she said.
I glanced across to where Stan and Sandra were sharing a similarly passionate kiss- a sight which I found almost more disturbing than anything I had seen so far. The women now were unable to keep still on our laps, smothering us in kisses and moaning ever more loudly. I watched as, with a sudden convulsion, Sandra came hard, crying out loud and grinding her pussy against Stan`s fingers. At the same moment, Kath jerked uncontrollably and let out a cry and I felt her warm juice run over my fingers as she too came in several long spasms.
For a long time, the two women lay on our laps, savouring the afterglow of their orgasms. Suddenly Kath sprang into action. Sliding from my lap, leaving a very visible erection where she had been sitting, she retrieved her cream panties from where they had fallen beside the chair and tossed them onto the drinks tray. She picked up the tray and started walking towards the house.
“Dinner in fifteen minutes,” she shouted back over her shoulder.
Sandra obediently rolled off her father`s lap (revealing an equally conspicuous erection) and retrieved her bikini bottoms. She didn`t put them back on either, but followed her mother across the lawn toward the house. As she disappeared through the French window she paused, bent over and wiggled her ass.
Stan laughed appreciatively and stood up, discretely rearranging his pants.
“She`s a great gal,” he said.
I agreed that she was.
“I notice you get on pretty well with my wife, too.”
“She`s certainly made me very welcome,” I said.
I stood up too, hiding my erection with some difficulty, and we started walking back towards the house. Stan put his arm around me in what can only be described as a paternal fashion. Once more he seemed to be grappling with weighty matters.
“Like mother like daughter,” he said finally.
Again, I could not disagree.
“So, how long have you been banging your dad?” I said, as Sandra smoothed her stocking as far up her thigh as it would go and fastened it with a suspender.
“It`s no big deal,” she replied, sitting down on the bed to put on the other stocking. “I was just coming out of the shower one day and he saw me and… one thing led to another. It`s not as if I was a kid anymore.”
“But he`s your dad!”
“Don`t be such a prude, Phil. You didn`t seem to have many qualms when Mum was sitting on your lap earlier.”
“That`s different. It wasn`t, you know… full sex.”
“How do you know I have full sex with Dad?”
“Well, don`t you?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. Does that turn you on?”
I had to admit that I was beginning to feel aroused, but that might have been the glimpse of black lacy panties I got as Sandra fastened her second stocking. She stood up and smoothed her skirt down. The skirt was likewise black, tight and very short.
“Well?” she said, searching round for her bra. “Does the thought of Daddy`s thick cock up my cunt turn you on?”
“So do you let him?”
“Cum inside me? Maybe we`ll let you watch one day, and you can see for yourself.”
“Sandra!” I said, thinking at the same time that was a sight I would quite like to see.
“Anyway, Mr Squeaky Clean, stop staring at my titties and get yourself dressed for dinner. Mom`s probably deciding what lingerie to wear right now, and you don`t want to miss that, do you?”
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