Chapter 5: She returns

My world collided, when the front door opened, at the same time there was sound from upstairs, movement. A second later the front door closed and then Claire appeared in the doorway to the living room where I was sitting. She’d been crying, it was clear. She looked into the room at me but instantly her head spun round to look up the stairs. At the same time I heard footsteps on the stairs. They were coming down, weren’t they?

Claire took a step backwards into the room with me, as I saw two pairs of legs cross the stairs on the way down. A woman’s legs in black lacy tights and a man’s in white linen trousers. Claire took another step backwards as the legs moved out of sight. A second later he stepped into the living room as Emily, followed him. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. I’d have been less surprised if she was naked, but instead she looked like she was dressed up to go out. However she wasn’t wearing anything I’d ever seen her in before.

She had the highest heels that she owned on. They were a pair of black stilettos that I’d bought her years ago. She’d never worn them, I assumed she’d given them away. Her legs were completely on display with some tights or thigh highs on. They made her leg look impossibly long, tight and shiny, I didn’t know she owned anything like that. The hem of her peach dress was high up on her thighs and showing off a little lace or something on what I now guessed was maybe stockings. The dress was strapless and tight, it was tight over her flaring hips, tight over her taut stomach and impossibly tight over her huge boobs. She had at least 6 inches of cleavage. She looked a million dollars, I had no idea she owned any of these clothes, I was baffled.

As she stepped into the room, he put his arm around her waist pulling her in close. His other arm then reaching in front of them both as he grabbed a handful of boob, giving it a squeeze. I half expected my wife to squeak at this movement but she maintained her composure.

Claire had an intake of breath as if she was going to say something, but he was there before her. “Hey, babe, mamma, borrowed some of your clothes for tonight. That cool yer?”

Claire, like me, was dumbfounded and didn’t reply. His eyes locked onto her for a few moments before he let go of my wife body and stepped up to Claire. Standing close to her, she didn’t move. I finally found my voice, “Now Ni...” but I lost it again instantly when he smoothly moved one arm around my daughter’s back and his other around the back of her head. He leaned in and started to French kiss her.

Now Claire is I’m sure no virgin. She was, though, very aware of being a good girl around me. I’ve never so much as seen her kissing or petting with a boyfriend. So this was a shock for so many reasons. His black arms moving around the back of my daughter as he kissed her with so much passion. We could hear their lips and mouths smacking together.

I took this moment to look at my wife, who was now standing there alone watching her daughter and, what was he, her lover, her boyfriend, her rapist? My god, if I didn’t know better I’d say that this was turning her on more. Her mouth had dropped open and her eyes were deep pools of lust. God - had this boy not just fucked the horniness out of her?

Nick and my daughter separated, she was panting just like her mother. He announced, “God damn,” as he stepped back and now stood next to my wife again. He looked across at me, then darting back to Claire, before telling us, “Fuck, this house.” He reached for his cock over his trousers and adjusted it. “Damn I need to nut again, come on,” and he took my wife’s hand and led her out of the door way back into the hall.

As crazy as it was, I expected to hear them going back up the stairs. We heard Emily, “No Nick”but he had other ideas. “Narrr just lean over here.”

We couldn’t see them but then heard movement, a zip being undone and within a split second my wife’s moaning. Fuck! he was fucking her right there on the stairs, in full view without any shame. Noo, surely not. Not again.

I stood up from the chair and took the few steps forward towards the doorway. For some reason I stood to the side leaving room at the door. There in front of me was my wife bent at the hip, one hand on the wall and the other on the stairs. His hands were braced on her hips and his hips were starting to move back and forth as they were clearly fucking again. He quickly started to increase his pace as she started to moan, “Ohhhh godd, sooo deep!”

“That’s right mamma.” As he replied to her I felt Claire at my side. For the second time within an hour she was watching her mother fuck this black boy. He started to get into a rhythm and was really applying pressure when suddenly both of Emily’s tits flew out of her dress. He didn’t miss it, “Fukkkcccckk yer, that’s riigghht.”

She replied with a groan as her tits were now slapping onto the step in front of her. He let us know, “Fuckk you still soo tight, but it fits nicely now.” Her grunts told us that she was very happy with the fit also.

He leaned forward and under her, reaching for a boob, mauling it hard. “Fuck your milkers are, ugghhhhh.” He was getting close again already, I could tell from the change in his voice. He then confirmed it, “God you’re gonna drain me again. Jeezus gave you a, ugghhhhh, special, fuuuuccccckk pussy.”