Passion desire Lust

Brandy

When Dad had left, I thought about masturbating. Over the last year, I had become hornier. In the beginning, I had just gently touched my pussy and rubbed my clit until I came. By now, I was fucking myself with two fingers pushed in as far as I could reach. I never seemed to get enough. Usually, I did it once in the morning and then several times after school. It was just such a great feeling, coming over and over again until my legs trembled and I lay exhausted on my bed.

In the end, I decided against it. It was too hot to masturbate. It would have to wait for the evening or maybe in the shower later on.

I lay on one of the sunbeds in the shade under the large tree in our backyard. As I lay there, I thought about my mother and wondered why she had left me and Dad. She wasn’t a very good mother, anyway. As a kid, she seldom hugged me or told me she loved me. She spent most of her time nagging at Dad and I felt sorry for him. Still, when she’d left, I cried a lot and was very upset. As time went by, I realized I didn’t really miss her. But, I did feel a bit sad for my dad who was alone.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I knew they’d had an okay sex life. I often heard them fucking at night. I guess that was the only thing they had in common. These days Dad didn’t get shit. He had told me about internet dating and how crappy it was. I had suggested he go into town and maybe go to a bar, but he said he didn’t want to drink and drive. I figured he must masturbate as I did, which was cool, I guess. Poor guy had to do something.

As I lay there thinking about my dad jerking off, my mind drifted back to earlier and his morning erection. I’d never seen a cock in real life and I wondered what it felt like to touch one. Then, when I realized I was thinking about my dad’s cock, I shivered. What the hell was wrong with me?

Dad

After driving into town and aimlessly walking around in the heat, I had a coffee at a cafe and then drove home. I’d been gone for two hours and thought that would be enough to calm down.

As I entered the house I called out for Brandy but there was no response. I went into the backyard and saw her lying on a sunbed. She was asleep, one leg slightly pulled up and her hands were at her sides.

The bed was positioned so I saw her from the front. As I got closer, I could see the outline of her pussy and the slit. Her breathing was light and her boobs rose slowly. I went a bit closer and, for a second, I thought about reaching down to caress the form of her pussy but I didn’t. Instead, I stepped back and pulled out my hard cock. I began to jerk off while watching her. I was taking a huge risk: if she woke up there would be hell to pay but I was so horny I didn’t care.

I moved my hand fast to get it done and over with. As the orgasm built in my crotch, my legs began to feel like rubber. When I came, I shot three thick globs of cum that landed on the grass and glistened in the sun. I quickly put my cock back and went inside.

Brandy

I lay rock still with my eyes closed, trying to understand what had just happened. Well, I knew what had happened: my dad had masturbated while looking at me. I had been dozing but when he opened the door to the backyard it had creaked. I thought he would say something, but when he didn’t, I figured he was just checking on me. When I heard his footsteps approaching, I peeked from behind almost-closed eyelids. I watched him stop, stare, step back and pull out his cock. It was such a shock I didn’t move, just lay there watching him. He made funny faces as he jerked off and, when he came he closed his eyes and moaned a little.

I knew I was wet, I didn’t have to check. My pussy was burning and it wasn’t from the sun. I was horny, and it was wrong, so fucking wrong. I jumped in the pool to try to cool off and think of something else. But, as I swam a few laps, I couldn’t get my dad’s cock out of my mind. It was thick and quite long. His balls were big and there was a thick bush of pubic hair around the base.

I got out of the pool and let the sun dry me. That took about a nanosecond and, during that time, I made a decision.

Dad

I heard her jump in the pool and I thanked my lucky star that she hadn’t woken earlier. I took a beer from the fridge and put the can to my forehead. The cold made me feel better and I ran it over my cheeks. I was about to open it when I heard footsteps behind me.

“Dad, what the fuck was that?”

I stopped rolling the beer can and stood still. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind and in the end, I said a lame, “What?”

“You just came all over the grass after masturbating while watching me, that’s what.”

Her voice wasn’t angry, more like she’d stated a fact; not at all accusing.

I slowly turned around and opened the can. While drinking from it I watched her. She stood in her bikini a few feet from me. Her nipples were hard and her eyes cool.

I took the can from my lips. “Yeah, I did, and I’m very sorry for doing it.”

“Have you done it before?”

“No,” I lied.

“Will you do it again?”

“No, ” I lied again.

She was quiet while her gaze ran from my eyes down to my crotch and back up again. “Are you hard?”

“No.”

“Do you want to become hard?” As she spoke, she undid her top and it fell to the floor. Her boobs were large, a C cup with tiny pink nipples. I dropped the can. It rolled under the kitchen table, spilling beer all over the floor.

Brandy cupped her boobs and ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Do you want to touch?”

As in a dream, I saw my hands move forward as she took a step toward me. Then I had them in my hands, heavy, soft, and firm. I sighed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Her voice had changed pitch and was a bit deeper and hoarse.

“Yeah, god, they are firm.”

She closed her eyes and I felt her hands working my belt and buttons. My pants fell to the floor and a hand was inside my boxers. As she wrapped her fingers around my cock, her eyes flew open and she slowly went down on her knees.