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Ian and Natasha
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, M/F, Masturbation, Underage

Ian was newly single; he was divorced by his ex-wife on the flimsiest of grounds and he thanked God that he hadn't actually fathered a child with her while they were married as she had turned out to be such a mega-bitch after the divorce.

Ian was also glad that there were no children as he has sunk every penny he had into their house together, a house that she had paid very little towards and if they had children she would have automatically won the house in the divorce at least until their children had finished their education, leaving him penniless and homeless too.

It was a struggle for a while until the house was sold and it was very painful when he had to hand over half the money from the sale of the house to such a backstabbing bitch as his ex-wife had turned out to be.

Out of the blue Ian met Fiona, he wasn't looking for love, quite the opposite in fact, he had been so thoroughly hurt by his divorce that he didn't think it would be possible to trust a woman ever again. Ian was moving into his new flat, as his ex-wife had taken more than half of his furniture in the divorce, he had to replace quite a lot of stuff, if only he could afford to that was.

A local company sold Ian a truckload of second hand furniture, not exactly what he would have chosen for himself but he would just have to change what he could as he could afford to. Unfortunately Ian had to be at work when the furniture was due to be delivered so he asked the lady in the flat below if she would hold his front door key for the delivery men.

Fiona was happy to help; she didn't have anything more important to do with her day anyway. When Ian got home from work he knocked at Fiona's front door but there was no reply so he just went up to his flat and let himself in. An eight year old girl ran into him as he walked in through his front door which came as a total surprise to him but not as much of a surprise as he got when he opened the door into his living room and saw curtains hanging at the window, curtains that weren't his and he saw Fiona standing at an ironing board using an iron on his work shirts, neither board nor iron were his either.

"Oh, hi, they delivered your stuff; I told them to take your new wardrobe into your bedroom and noticed all your clean clothes just dumped on the floor as I hadn't seen any signs of an iron or ironing board...." Fiona saw Ian staring at the curtains, "...I couldn't see any curtains or hooks or anything so as I had a couple of pairs of curtains that fitted my windows that I wasn't using and, well, our windows are exactly the same so I just popped them up. You can let me have them back when you get round to finding your own."

"Well, thanks, but I didn't really need curtains, I can survive without. But I did need some work shirts ironing so thanks; you'll have to let me know what I owe you for doing it."

Fiona's daughter, Natasha, Ran into Ian's living room and crashed into the back of his legs, "Have you finished putting those things away?"

"Yes mummy"

Fiona handed her daughter a small pile of Ian's underpants and Natasha went to run from the room when her mother called for her to walk, not run with the ironed clothes. Ian followed the young girl into his bedroom and noticed that the room was all turned around; nothing was in the place that he had left it when he went to work. Fiona followed him into the room.

"Erm! When they got the wardrobe in the bedroom door wouldn't close so I asked the guys to move everything around and the only place the bed would fit was under the window, that's when I realised that you'd need curtains at the bedroom window at least or you'll be up at four o'clock in the morning."

Ian watched Natasha as she carefully placed each pair of his underpants in the bottom draw of the new wardrobe. She put each pair of pants on top of the one below and seemed to caress them, rubbing her fingertips down the front, over the 'Y' and then gave a little squeeze so that it looked like the underpants were full. Fiona watched her daughter and then looked at Ian.

"Don't mind her, she's had this fixation about boys, well, you know, boy's differences since she was three years old. I was always catching her with the boy across the street."

Natasha finished filling putting the underpants in their drawer and as soon as her mother left the room Natasha turned to look at Ian, she didn't make eye contact though, she was looking straight at the zipper area on his jeans and she gave a little smile.

"You have some really nice pants, they feel lovely and soft."

Natasha dipped her hand into the drawer and pulled out a black 'silk look' posing pouch.

"I'd really like to see you wearing these."

Her comment on its own didn't get that lump in Ian's trousers growing but when she turned towards him, still squatting down close to the floor and she parted her knees to flash a totally bare pussy mound in his direction, even though she was only eight years old, his cock didn't understand that it was wrong to grow at the sight of one so young.

Natasha smiled at the effect that flashing her pussy had on Ian and she jumped to her feet and walked past him towards the bedroom door, as she passed him she reached out and allowed her fingers to trail across the front of his trousers, tracing out the outline of the burgeoning erection she has caused.

Ian followed Natasha back to his living room where her mother was finishing ironing and folding his work shirts. "Nat, go and put these in the next draw up, put them in the draw carefully so that they don't crease up. Natasha carried the pile of shirts like they were eggs balanced on a flat board and left Fiona and Ian in the living room.

"We found some books and videos; I think Nat put them in the sideboard, the right hand side I think!"

Ian blushed at the memory of the kind of books and videos that Fiona and Natasha would have seen.

"I'm sorry, I should have put them away but until they delivered my furniture I didn't really have anywhere to put them out of sight."

"Don't be silly, it's your place, and anyway, you didn't expect me to come in or bring Nat with me and I'm sure that you didn't expect me to tidy up. Anyway, Nat had a great time putting your books away."

Fiona unplugged the iron, as she squatted down Ian noticed the thin waistband and bum-floss back strand of Fiona's thong, she looked over her shoulder from the floor, saw where Ian's eyes were fixed and smiled. She was still crouching on the floor when she said.

"I thought that you were a breast man, you know, from the front covers of your magazines!"

Ian realised that he was staring at Fiona's arse with some kind of thousand watt intensity and he shook his eyes free of her bum and looked at her face; she was still squatting with her hand on the iron's plug, Ian's eyes dropped from Fiona's face down a little lower, her comment suddenly made sense, her t-shirt was a v-neck and squatting close to the floor, Ian could see right down the front and surprise, surprise, she was braless and her thirty-four inch, 'D' cup breasts stood out from her chest as if they were encased in iron.

As soon as Fiona was happy that Ian had gotten the full picture, she stood up and draped the power chord over the ironing board.

"Did you mean it when you said I should tell you what you owe me for sorting out your ironing?"

"Sure!"

"Well, I've seen that you don't have any food in the house and I've been up here all afternoon, so I've not had any chance to cook any dinner for me and Nat. How would you feel about taking me and Nat round the corner for Pizza at Abdul's Trattoria?"

Ian agreed readily.

"I need to get a feel for the local shops and takeaways anyway, I'll probably be their best customer!"

Fiona folded the ironing board and asked Ian to take it down to her flat for her. Ian carried Fiona's Ironing board through into the kitchen cupboard, the first time he had been inside her flat.

"I love your decorating, did you have it done or was it like this when you moved in?"

"All my own work, this flat was worse than yours when I moved in and I could never afford to pay anyone to do this kind of thing."

"Well then, I have to compliment you on your choice."

Fiona told Natasha that they were going to Abdul's pizza place but the young girl was already in front of her TV waiting for the set to warm up.

"Mum, no! I've been out all afternoon; can't we get Abdul to deliver so I can watch my shows before bed?"

Fiona didn't answer; she just turned the TV off and pulled her daughter out of her seat. As the three of them left the apartment block Natasha was bitching and moaning about missing her TV and about having to walk.

"If God had meant us to walk to Abdul's, he wouldn't have invented home deliveries!"

A few paces later Natasha asked Ian if he's like to give her a 'Piggy-back'.

"I haven't given anyone a 'Piggy-back' in years, my niece and nephew were the last ones and that was years ago."

"So, that's good then, you must be an expert, give me a 'Piggy-back' please."

Fiona told Nat not to be so cheeky and she should walk but Ian was already getting in position at the side of a low wall so that Natasha could get on his back more easily, Ian was in a little bit of a quandary though, with his niece, he had always kept his arms round his front, hooked behind her knees but with her brother, he would usually have his hands behind his back, holding his nephew under his bottom.

Ian started to slide his hands under Natasha's knees but she complained.

"You have to hold me under my bottom or I'll fall backwards!"

Ian looked at Fiona; she just smiled at her daughter and kind of shook her head in a kind of mock disbelief. Ian repositioned his hands so that they were behind his back and under Nat's bottom, two minutes later Natasha wriggled around a little, she took a tight hold around Ian's neck with her left arm, let go with her right hand and reached behind herself and pulled her dress out from between her bottom and Ian's hands.

Ian already knew that Nat wasn't wearing any knickers, she had already deliberately shown him, as she did it Ian flashed a quick look at Fiona, Fiona hadn't missed her daughters movement and had watched her daughter pulling the material from between her bottom and Ian's hand, Ian expected harsh words from Fiona but she just moved slightly so that she was further forward and couldn't see Natasha's bottom.

Nat used both hands again to hold on around Ian's neck, then she dropped her head slightly and kissed Ian's neck and up to his ear, as she kissed she wriggled around a little, rolling her hips until Ian's finger tops lined up between her legs, as Ian felt the softness of Natasha's labia and the damp gash between, he kind of lifted his fingers away from Nat's delicate place, now Nat's mouth was right against Ian's ear and she whispered.

"It's okay, I want you to."

Natasha wriggled about again and then reached down behind herself again, this time Nat placed her little hand over Ian's fingers and pushed them upwards against her pussy, then she whispered again.

"Go on, it's okay, I want you to put your finger up me!"

Ian's erection grew massively, from Fiona's position slightly in front of Ian she could see his discomfort growing and again she shook her head in mock disbelief. They were lucky, there was an empty table in the back of the pizza shop, Fiona chatted with Abdul and arranged for them to have the table Natasha had managed to 'Encourage' Ian to push his middle finger up her pussy and for the final one hundred yards or so she had been panting through her pleasure in his ear, gasping and encouraging Ian onward and upward.

Fiona sat with her back to the rest of the restaurant and Ian sat opposite her while Nat went to the bathroom to 'Wash her hands'. When Natasha returned Fiona patted the seat at her side but Nat slipped in on Ian's side of the table, sitting on Ian's left hand side. Pizzas were ordered, just two large pizzas, one Mighty Meaty for Ian and a Farmhouse with Pineapple for Fiona with Natasha taking a share from both.

Ian had a pint of lager and Fiona a glass of wine with their meal, Natasha had a glass of orange, as soon as their food had all been delivered and the three of them had started eating, Natasha started eating a slice of Ian's pizza using only her left hand, her right hand slipped under the table and she began to rub the bulge in the front of his trousers, Nat tried to unzip Ian's fly but he stopped her, once again, Fiona had missed nothing, especially the point at which Ian stopped her daughter opening his trousers.

Nat spent the whole meal playing with Ian's cock through his trousers, when the meal was over she only needed to wipe one hand to get rid of the oil from the food she had eaten with her fingers. David paid for the food and the drink happily and went to the toilet to adjust himself for comfort and to wash the oil from his hands. When he got back to the table he found Natasha was finishing off what he'd left of his lager, just over a quarter of a pint he would have estimated and as soon as she put his glass down and burped, she picked her mother's glass up and finished her mother's wine too.

Natasha asked Ian to carry her home the same way he had carried her to the pizza shop, this time, within seconds of climbing on Ian's back, his middle finger was already in the girls pussy and he gave her a few petite orgasms as he carried her home.

When they got to Fiona's front door, Ian tried to lower Natasha to the ground but she was fighting him.

"I think that Nat is expecting you to kiss her good night."

Ian looked a little confused.

"Well, it's a school day tomorrow so Nat has to be in bed around now, she does have thirty minutes to read though and I'm sure she would love you to listen to her reading before she has to go to sleep. That's if you want too of course."

Fiona opened her front door and stood to one side so Ian could carry her daughter through. Nat directed Ian to her bedroom and he dropped her on her bed, her bedroom door was still wide open but as Natasha bounced on the bed she bounced right back at Ian, flinging her arms around his neck and planted a deep kiss right on his lips, her hand snaking down the front of Ian's trousers and taking a firm hold around his cock.

"Nat, you know the rules, no playing at bedtime until you're ready for bed!"

Fiona closed Natasha's bedroom door over and shouted, Ian.

"I'll have a coffee out here waiting for you when you've finished with Nat."

As soon as the door closed Nat let go of Ian and stepped back, she didn't so much do a striptease for Ian, mainly because she only had a dress and pair of socks on, so she was nude in a flash. Nat returned to Ian and pulled his zipper down and eased his cock out of his trousers.

"What do you like Ian, I can rub you if you like, give you a little kiss down here, you can rub it between my legs if you like. I'd really love to let you try to go all the way but I'm not really ready for a boy as big as you."

Ian didn't answer her, he was just loving her looking at his cock and gently rubbing him back and forth, she smiled up at him, gave him a little wink of her eye and then she slowly bent over and planted a kiss directly on top of his cockhead.

"You like that?"

Ian just nodded his head and then Natasha kissed his cock head again, then licked over the tip of his cock, dwelling a little to try and push the tip of her tongue into his cock-eye, then, suddenly and without warning her head went down, her mouth wide open and his cock sank two inches into her mouth before she gagged a little.

"Is that okay Ian, you've the biggest cock I've ever had in my mouth before!"

Ian forgot everything; he was lost in the pleasure that Natasha was delivering to him. Ian was very close to his climax, pre-cum was almost shooting out of his cock like semen would he was so pumped up, Nat was swallowing away like she was guzzling a slurpee.

"Yes baby... come on baby... give me all of it..."

Natasha was encouraging Ian between sucking his cock and backing off for breath, Ian was quivering on the very edge when the door knocked hard and loud.

"Nat, come on, time for my kiss and off to sleep with you."

Fucking hell, damned it to hell, I was so fucking close there."

Natasha jumped off the bed and ran to her door, she was still totally naked, Ian managed to zip himself up, he only just managed it without trapping his cock he was in so much of a hurry. Natasha opened the door, she looked back at Ian, giggled at the look on his face and the fact that he was trying without success to hide his erection from Fiona.

"You okay Ian, I've just poured your coffee out in the living room."

Ian looked up from his zipper; he was checking it carefully to make sure there was no bulge of cock on the wrong side of the steel teeth of his fly's zipper. Ian gasped, Fiona was wearing a nighty, well, not exactly a nighty, more a see-through negligee and because it was see-through, Ian could see that all she was wearing was the nighty.

"Oh mummy, you look really nice in that, very pretty and very sexy."

Fiona took Ian's hand and led him to the living room.

"I do hope that Nat has got your motor revved up and she hasn't drained you already, I have needs of my own you know!"

3,294 Words.

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