1. f****y Room


    Date: 10/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    nighty, now that I was on my back my dad kissed along my collar bone, up my neck and over my chin. As his lips approached mine I felt his hand tugging the front of my nighty out from under his leg and it was lifted up past my belly button, he twisted his lower body a little and his cock slid across my hip, leaving a sticky trail until it reached the dark triangle of wild hair above my sex. I slid my hand down between us, in my mind I was reaching down to feel his cock which was unbelievably hot against my lower abdomen but I missed completely and it looked to my mother like I was trying to block my father's entry to my cunt. My mother reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, my dad broke off his kiss and looked down to where my hand was and then he rolled away from me. Part of me wanted to scream out 'God no, don't stop, I didn't mean that!' but it was too late, the moment was already broken. My mother looked terribly disappointed, then she said, "God I need another drink or something!" My dad rolled off of my bed, "I've got a few more smokes, we could go outside, it'll be a hell of a lot cooler than in here!" My mum put on her bathrobe, dad did the same and they both went to stand outside the front door to our apartment to smoke another joint leaving me sitting on my bed on my own, my nighty gathered around my midriff with just one shoulder still in place holding the front up. I found my dressing gown, it was far too short, I really needed a new one but I didn't ...
    usually wear it often enough to waste the money. I pulled it on and as I stood up my nighty fell almost down to my ankles, I looked at my reflection in the mirror that had been mounted on the wall opposite the only window to make the room look like it was dual aspect and to give a fake impression of space, I looked ridiculous and so I slipped out of my dressing gown and nighty and put my dressing gown on again, then I stepped out on the front with my parents. They were passing the joint backwards and forwards between them, I was offered a turn, I went to wave the joint away but remembered how my moving my hand earlier had killed the moment and the fun so I allowed my dad to press the cigarette against my lips and followed his direction to draw air through the joint down deep into my lungs and hold it there for a count of at least ten before exhaling it slowly. The joint disappeared rather quickly with the three of us smoking it and another was lit from the dying embers of the previous one. We had just started smoking the second joint when we heard voices out on the main path the other side of the overgrown privet hedge, we couldn't see who was coming or even if they were just passing us by out on the main path. They seemed to appear at our side in a flash, they must have stopped talking as they transited from the main path to the path around our apartment block. Because of the hedge mum, dad and I had to stand with our backs against the wall to our apartment so that the f****y ...
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