Chapter 8

She slept for a few hours, waking when her mum knocked on the door and told her dinner would be ready soon. Betty opened the door and looked in when she got no response, seeing her daughter stretching naked on the bed.

‘Oh sorry, i thought you didn’t hear me.’ She smiled, admiring her girls’ body.

‘What time is it? I was so tired.’ Tanya asked, hiding her vibrator under the pillow before standing.

‘Five, relax, shower and dress, you have time.’ Her mum finished, leaving the room.

Tanya did just that, taking a lovely shower and putting on some makeup before putting on the dress she wore earlier, minus any underwear. She was still feeling very sexy, her body nowhere near satisfied yet. It would take more than her vibrator to fill the hole that was her sexual appetite. It was still light out as she walked onto her balcony and looked at the big tree opposite her, a shiver going down her spine at the thought of Harry sitting there and watching her.

Her parents were already at the table, Burt carving the roast lamb and smiling when he saw her, his eyes taking in her beauty. Tanya noticed him looking, remembering he had probably seen her masturbating, her nipples growing at the thought.

‘Mmm, that’s smells divine, give me plenty, I’m ravenous.’ She told him, kissing his cheek and pressing her tits into his side.

She sat down and waited; her dress undone enough that her breasts could be seen when looked at from above. Burt looked, his own memory kicking in at the sight of them. He carried on carving, kicking himself for being such a perv. Betty poured the wine and asked Tanya about work, asking when she might make partner.

‘It won’t be for two more years, i think. Diana is pushing for me but the others are reluctant, wanting to wait and see if i can continue to bring in the big bucks.’ She answered, sipping her wine.

‘But you still like it there and don’t want to move?’ Burt asked, handing her a plate.

‘Yes, Diana is great and i owe her so much, i wouldn’t leave, not yet anyway. If they don’t make me a partner, then i will.’ She added, taking the plate and digging in.

Tanya stuffed her face, licking the plate clean and sighing with contentment. She sat back and relaxed, so happy to be there. Burt laughed and warned her she would get fat. Tanya told him she didn’t care, patting her tummy and puffing out her cheeks.

‘I saw her naked and she doesn’t have to worry about getting fat, believe me.’ Betty quickly added.

Burt blushed, thinking the same thing. Tanya laughed and thanked her mum, looking at her dad and seeing him going red.

‘Are you blushing daddy?’ She teased.

‘I am not, why would i be?’ He asked, indignantly.

‘I don’t know, you tell me.’ She asked, still teasing him.

‘Am i missing something?’ Betty wanted to know.

‘You are not. Your daughter is teasing her poor old dad, i might have to put her over my knee.’ He warned, regretting saying it immediately, knowing how it sounded.

Betty and Tanya both laughed, Tanya then saying: ‘Oh daddy, don’t make promises you’re not going to keep.’

Betty then joined in. ‘No, if he’s spanking anyone it’s me, please daddy.’

‘Mum! Behave yourself.’ Tanya cried, shocked at her mother.

‘Oh i will, missy, later in our bedroom.’ Burt told his wife, winking at her.

‘Oh god, not in front of the children.’ Tanya shrieked. Am i getting spanked or not, daddy?’

Burt felt really uncomfortable now, looking at Betty for help, hoping she would tell their daughter to behave. But she just carried on laughing, oblivious to the tension between the two. Tanya was suddenly feeling daring, safe in the knowledge her mother was here to stop anything going too far.

‘Mummy, tell daddy he must spank me.’ She pouted.

‘Come here and I’ll spank you if you want it that badly.’ Her mum offered.

‘No thanks, i don’t trust you, you’ll do it too hard.’

‘Yes, you spank her darling, teach her a good lesson, like we should have when she was younger.’ Burt quickly added, trying to deflect everyone’s attention away from him.

‘You two are no fun, I’m going back upstairs to check my emails.’ Tanya sighed, thinking she should probably leave before her mum noticed anything.

‘Don’t you want any desert or coffee?’ Betty asked, not wanting her to go yet, enjoying their first meal together in months.

‘Oh, yes, ok. What’s for desert then?’ Tanya answered, seeing the disappointment on her mum’s face.

‘Homemade chocolate ice cream, your favourite, of course. I’ll go get it.’ Betty said excitedly, leaving the two alone as she left the room.

Burt said nothing, moving the plates around pretending to do something, not looking over at his daughter. Tanya sat there, wishing she hadn’t said anything now, feeling silly as they both avoided eye contact. The last thing she wanted was to make her father feel uncomfortable, she had to say something.

‘I’m sorry daddy, i was only joking, i didn’t mean to go too far.’

Burt now looked at her, smiling. ‘You didn’t, it’s just that you seem different, more ... you know... ‘

Tanya giggled, her poor dad trying to tell her how sexy he found her without sounding like a perv.

‘I know, sorry. Some things have changed in my life and i see things differently now and i act differently, too, as you have noticed. I just really love you and wanted to show you, but i realise i wasn’t being fair.’ She told him, hoping he would understand what she was saying.

Burt didn’t really, he was still confused and now wondered if she really did want him to spank her.

‘Have you done something you should be punished for, is that it?’ He asked, looking concerned.

‘Oh daddy, you are just perfect. I have but don’t worry about it, it’s not that serious.’ She reassured him.

Betty then came back carrying three bowls of ice cream and jelly on a tray, smiling with glee. Tanya loved this desert, she always had. ‘Oh mummy, you are an angel, gimme, gimme.’

It was a lovely family meal, all three chatting and laughing, like they used to. Betty was so happy to have her girl home for a while, it made Burt just as happy and that meant she might get some good sex later, something she hadn’t had for a while. After an hour or so, Burt suggested they all go and watch some tv and maybe have some of his finest single malt.

‘Mmm, good idea daddy. I’ll clear the table and put everything in the dish washer, you and mummy relax.’ She told them, standing and gathering the plates and bowls.

She went to mummy first, kissing her on the head before putting her things on the tray. She then went to daddy, kissing him on the head, too, her leg against his. As she was putting his plate on the tray, his hand suddenly started caressing her thigh, just behind her knee, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh. She stiffened but didn’t move, wondering if he was being just daddy or telling her something.

His hand then moved up a little before going back, the sensation of his fingers on her skin just delicious. She wanted to stay there so he would carry on, but it would look srtrange if she didn’t move. She put his bowl on the tray and saw a deep scratch in the table as she lifted it.

‘Mummy, do you remember when i did this?’ She asked, giving her an excuse not to move.

‘I do, i was so angry. It was lucky you were out when i found it, it let me calm down before you got home.’ Betty chuckled.

Burt’s hand was still on her thigh, now stroking her calf, making Tanya shiver with excitement. She had to go, mummy might notice her breathing funny if she didn’t.

‘I’ll make some coffee and bring it to the lounge. ‘She said, going to the kitchen quickly.

When she got there, she leaned on the counter and put her hand to her pussy, feeling how wet she was and sighing. ‘Oh daddy, what was that?’ She asked herself quietly. She loaded the washer and made some coffee, still thinking of daddy and his hand as she went to the lounge.

Betty was in the recliner by the patio doors and Burt was on the sofa, two glasses of whiskey on the table in front of him. She poured her mother some coffee and gave it to her, noticing the throw she had over her legs. Betty thanked her and told her to grab the other throw, telling her, her legs would be cold.

Burt didn’t want any coffee, just his whiskey. Tanya took the throw and sat next to daddy, covering both their legs. She leaned into him and sipped her whiskey, loving being this close to him. Burt was also loving it, hoping she would join him on the sofa.

‘What we watching?’ She asked, snuggling into Burt’s body, her legs stretched out and resting on the small table.

‘National Geographic, they’re in Yellowstone with the wolves.’ Betty answered.

Tanya snuggled against her daddy, pushing her body into his and resting her head on his shoulder. He felt so big and strong, like a father should, and she felt safe next to him, like a daughter should. She was hoping he might touch her again, but not expecting it, just happy to be by his side. After a few minutes, she closed her eyes and began drifting off, the meal and whiskey making her sleepy.

Just as she was passing into unconsciousness, she felt his hand, just above her knee, caressing her gently. She woke up immediately and snuggled into him some more, her arousal instant.

‘Mmm, that’s nice, daddy.’ She whispered; her mouth right next to his ear.

She wanted this and didn’t care that it was wrong or that her mother was just across the room, her body was demanding she let him and encourage him. Her legs opened slightly, giving him easier access in case he wanted it. When after a few minutes he hadn’t moved any higher, she nudged his hand with her thigh, as though she were a cat demanding attention. But he ignored her, simply stroking her in the same place. She was unsure what to do now, thinking he might be simply cuddling his daughter, as any father would. It was still nice, his big hand on her bare thigh like that, making her feel so special.

‘I love you daddy.’ She told him, kissing his cheek.

‘I love you, too, pumpkin.’ He replied.

She wriggled her body, pretending she was trying to get comfortable, her thigh moving forward and causing daddy’s hand to inadvertently move higher. He lifted his hand and lowered it when she stopped, his fingers now halfway between her pussy and knee. He caressed her again, stroking her soft skin and bringing a quiet moan from her lips.

‘Oh daddy, that feels so good, don’t stop.’ She whispered, again, hoping to convey her desires.

His fingers on her inner thigh felt as good as anything she could remember, making her shiver with arousal. Burt felt it but didn’t stop, thinking she was just getting comfortable. He liked stroking her, she was so beautiful and her skin was the softest he had ever touched. He kissed her head, not noticing as she opened her thighs wider.

Tanya was becoming restless, her body so horny it hurt. She wanted her daddy so much but couldn’t do anything with her mother so close, it was killing her and soon she would have to let out a moan of frustration. When Burt took his hand away and finished his whiskey, she did let out a moan.

‘Nooo, stop moving like that.’ She whined, like a child.

Betty laughed and looked at them, saying she sounded like she was ten years old. Burt smiled and put his hand back under the throw, on his own leg this time. Betty carried on watching the tv, leaving them to squabble.

‘Hmmph.’ Tanya groaned, banging her hip into his, letting him know she was not happy with his hand not where it should be.

He bumped her back, telling her to behave or he would kick her off the sofa.

‘Don’t be mean, it’s not nice.’ She pouted.

‘Burt! Don’t be horrible, she’s our only daughter.’ Betty called out, taking Tanya’s side.

She gave her daddy a smug smile, waiting for him to put his hand back, feeling very happy. He smiled back and put his hand on her thigh, just above the knee.

‘Thank you, daddy. I love it when you tickle my leg, it makes me tingle all over.’ She told him, quietly.

He began to run his fingers along her inner thigh, up and down to her knee, never going further than halfway. But she wanted him to go further, her pussy soaking wet from what he was doing. She lifted her leg slightly and bent it, resting it on his to make it shorter and offer him more of her body, trying to encourage him to go further.

‘Do i feel nice?’ She asked him, feeling braver.

He looked at his wife then at Tanya, nodding his head, his fingers all the way under her thigh, digging his nails into her, making her flinch. She liked it, smiling up at him with her eyes begging for more. He could see what she wanted and suddenly felt guilty, how could he act this way? He asked himself, looking over at his wonderful wife and feeling even worse. She didn’t deserve this and it could only end in disaster, he thought, taking his hand from his daughter’s thigh.

‘No more.’ He told her, standing and leaving the room before Betty could see his hard-on.

Tanya quickly covered her bare thighs as Betty looked over, smiling as they both heard the toilet door being closed in the hallway.

‘I might go up, mummy, i have some emails i need to answer.’ Tanya said, yawning.

‘Ok darling, sleep well, love you.’

‘Love you, too.’

Tanya got up and left, hoping daddy would come out of the toilet as she was passing. But he didn’t, leaving her to go to her room still very frustrated. When she got to her room, it was nine thirty, thirty minutes before Harry would be peeping in at her. She really wanted to masturbate but didn’t, liking how horny she was feeling and knowing it would make her more slutty when Harry appeared.

The lights in the garden were shining directly on her balcony and illuminating her perfectly as she stood there looking out on the pool and lawn, waiting for her secret admirer. Her nipples were so hard, aching with arousal and forcing her to pinch them for a little respite, though it hardly lasted a few seconds. She could just make out the gate where he would be coming from, the light very dim that side of the garden.

She went back inside and opened her laptop, checking her emails for something to do. There was one from Diana but it was only wishing her a good holiday. All the rest were unimportant and going straight to the bin. She lay on the bed and waited, wondering what Harry would feel like inside her, knowing she couldn’t say no when it came to that moment.

When she opened her eyes next, it was gone eleven. She jumped up from the bed and rushed out to the balcony, cursing herself for being so stupid. It was too late of course but she called out, quietly, hoping he might have waited. He hadn’t, so she went back in, upset knowing what he must be thinking. To make it worse, as she made her way down to the kitchen for a drink, she could hear her parents having sex, her mum’s moans loud enough to leave her in no doubt.

‘Bitch.’ She cursed, smiling.

She put her ear to the door to listen, wishing she could go in and watch, maybe suck her dad’s cock after he finishes with mummy. Her mum was really enjoying it, begging Burt to fuck her harder and hurt her. Wow, Tanya thought, mummy likes it rough as well.

She got herself a drink and went into the garden, the evening air a bit chilly now, making her shiver a little as she went to the pool, her mind wandering back to when young Harry was touching her. The water still felt warm when she dipped her toe, making her think about skinny dipping.

‘Why not.’ She said to herself, pulling her dress over her head.

She jumped in and swam a couple of lengths, the lights under the water giving her body a lovely blue hue. Her nipples were hard and stuck out of the water like periscopes as she did the backstroke, her eyes on the beautiful stars, adding to her romantic mood. She wished someone was there to share the moment, maybe even fuck her if she was lucky.

‘I thought i heard someone. Can’t you sleep either?’ Tom suddenly asked, looking down at her sexy body, not hiding his admiration.

‘Tom! Jesus, you scared the life out of me.’ She cried, standing now, her magnificent tits proudly on display.

‘Sorry. How’s the water?’ He asked, cheekily, grinning.

‘Lovely. Come on in if you want? She answered, letting him stare.

‘I think I’ll just watch, if that’s ok with you?’

‘You like peeping then, Tom, who would’ve guessed?’ She giggled, falling backwards and swimming off.

Tom followed her, walking slowly and staring down, her bald pussy giving him the perfect late-night treat. She really was beautiful, he thought, and she knew it, loving all the attention and flaunting herself like a complete slut. His cock began to grow, something it didn’t do that often anymore.

‘You really do like showing off that body, don’t you? You drove poor Harry mad this afternoon, all he could talk about was you at dinner.’ He told her, now getting a great view of her ass as she smiled and began doing the breaststroke.

She didn’t answer him, just carried on, enjoying his eyes on her, knowing he was right. When she got to the end, she stood again, leaning back against the side, her hard nipples sticking out nicely for Tom’s eyes.

‘Are we only allowed to look, or can we touch as well?’ He asked, his smile now gone.

‘You want to touch me, Tom, where?’ She teased, raising her arms in the air seductively.

‘Get out and I’ll show you.’ Was his answer.

She looked at him and smiled, wondering what he’d do to her and how much he was capable of at his age. From being a bit of silly fun, she now could see he had other ideas, his whole demeanor had changed, he wanted her and even seemed a little angry at her for being so provocative. She moved to the steps and climbed out, her heart racing as Tom stood there, waiting for her, his eyes all over her young and sexy body.

She had that feeling again, her body tingling all over as an older man took control of the situation for his own pleasure. Her feelings were of no importance to Tom, only his and he intended to take advantage and use her. She suddenly felt vulnerable, her cheekiness now deserting her as she handed over control, her eyes unable to hold his gaze.

Tom could see her surrender, her body language making it obvious as she looked down at his feet, waiting for him to make his move. He reached out with his hand and put it between her legs, feeling her wetness, as if to confirm what he already knew.

‘You’re a slut, i knew it. Even when you were a teenager running around here topless, i knew it. My god, i bet you’re one of those high-end escorts in the city, not a lawyer, that’s just a front so Burt don’t find out.’ He chuckled, pushing a finger inside.

Tanya gasped as he fingered her, the bolt of pleasure making her jerk as well. She wanted to cum so badly, her body was shivering with need. Tom was right about her, she was a slut, she thought, thinking of the men who had paid her for sex lately.