Chapter 2: Turning on My Dad

Later at supper as we ate leftover turkey from the day before, I mentioned my plans for the next day to my parents. Of course, my dad just got this big nasty grin on his face and I didn’t doubt the only thing he was thinking of was how much he would like to watch himself! My mom, on the other hand, was the moral compass of our family as usual, pointing out all the flaws in my plan.

“So do you have any idea who these boys are?” she asked, “Do you even know how old they are?

Of course the answer was “no” to both questions so I just looked down at my plate sheepishly.

“You know Kelly, if you plan on getting a teaching job here next year you can’t get a reputation for fooling around with some underage boys,” she lectured me, “You need to start being a little more careful now.”

I wasn’t too sure what to say in response but my dear ol’ dad stepped up to defend me.

“Oh come on Mary, they won’t know who she is,” he said, “And besides, who said they were underage anyway? I would think if they’re Rick’s friends then they would be about his age.”

“Oh quit trying to defend her John like always,” my mom replied sternly, “I was just making the point that with graduation getting so close she needs to start considering those type of things when she fools around.”

I just sat there as they sparred. They weren’t fighting by any means, just talking about me as anyone’s parents would. At least they cared enough to be concerned about me! By the time it was over my mother just shook her head and let out a sigh, her usual sign when she had made her point and wouldn’t pursue it anymore.

My dad playfully kicked me under the table and winked at me. I knew he was turned on by the idea and to be honest, it would’ve been cool if he COULD have watched me but with us doing it at one of Rick’s friend’s house there was no way it could happen. I smiled to myself as I recalled how it was when I was in high school and I would “sneak” boys up to my room for sex. The poor boys had no idea my dad would usually watch through the bedroom door I’d “accidentally” left cracked open - and sometimes even my mom! It had been quite a while since my dad had seen someone fucking me and I made a mental note about planning something for Christmas break.

After supper my parents went down to the family room to watch some TV. I went up to my room to change out of my clothes into my nightshirt. As I dropped my jeans and started to unbutton my blouse, I closed my eyes and imaged it was Rick stripping me while his buddies watched. I could feel the warmth growing between my legs as my imagination took over and I started to dream about him fucking me in front of them. I tossed my clothes under the bed (my mom would yell at me about it later but I didn’t care at the moment) and laid back on my bed, nude and not just a little bit horny. As I dreamed of the nasty things I hoped that Rick would do to me, I masturbated using my left hand on my pussy and my right hand on my boobs. God it felt so good to touch myself that way! I had gotten so horny talking about it over supper that it was like this huge load was being lifted from me as the pleasure created by my finger rubbing my clit replaced the lust that had built up inside of me.

It didn’t take long before I felt that familiar sensation between my legs that signaled the onset of my orgasm and I thrust two of my fingers into my wet pussy while I moved my other hand from my boob to my clit. I fucked myself with my fingers while I imagined how it would be to have three dicks all seeking my attention at the same time, three cocks cumming on me and in me at the same time. My hips rose up and a cry escaped my lips as my orgasm struck like a hurricane making landfall. It was like when you hit your funny-bone except the tingling sensation was over my entire body and not just one arm. Then it grew and the tingling was replaced by this enormous sensation of heat as it was like I was burning up except the heat was inside of me and struggling to escape. I moaned loudly as I thrust my fingers deeper into me and held them there as my other fingers rubbed my clit furiously, driving my orgasm higher and higher until it was like I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t open my eyes yet it was like I was seeing flashes of bright multicolored lights in front of them and I bounced my hips up and down like I was being fucked - and fucked hard!

Finally I just dropped and with both hands I cupped my throbbing pussy, laying still as it pulsed and sent out little aftershocks of electricity up and down my body. I was panting like I had run a marathon, my chest heaving up and down as my heart pounded. God I love to cum! It’s the most incredible sensation imaginable and all I have to do is play with myself to get it so who could blame me for wanting it as often as possible? I’ve known a couple of girls that claimed not to ever masturbate. God, how do they do it? I can’t even imagine going more than a day or two without doing it!

Eventually I caught my breath and opened my eyes. As the room came into focus I realized there was somebody standing in the doorway to my room. It was my Dad! God, how long had he been watching? Well, judging by the size of the erection he was stroking, evidently for a while! He was staring at me with this shit-eating grin on his face, like a boy seeing his older sister in the nude for the first time.