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Written 05 July 2018

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University Girl
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Incest, Father/Daughter, Public Sex, Interracial Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Drugs

On my ninth birthday I was told that I was too old now for my bedroom decoration, it was a bit too, 'Little Princess', for a newly nine year old girl. I was given the choice, wall paper or painted walls, what colours I wanted, that kind of thing.

That was the last time my bedroom saw a change in its decoration...well, not strictly true, I'd picked painted walls, duck-egg blue walls and white gloss woodwork but by the time I was twelve I could hardly see any of the blue walls. I'd plastered the walls with pictures of boy bands, Harry Potter stars, other actors and the like and as I grew I pulled one poster down and replaced it with my new love focus.

A week before I was due to head for Portsmouth to start my three year University course I was given a pile of boxes by my father and told to pack away everything that I wasn't taking with me so that it could be stored in the attic. It started to dawn on me that my room wasn't going to be my room any more. Our third bedroom had been given over to my mother as her sewing room ever since I could remember and once I was gone; my bedroom was going to be turned into my father's hobby room.

"What about holidays?"

I was shocked and very upset but my dad told me that there would always be a bed in the room for when I needed it but I'd have to put up with all of my father's junk for the twenty weeks or so of the year that I would be on holiday from school.

Once I started at university, I rapidly realised that my choice of Major subject was about the most difficult course at the university and that my Minor subject was about the second hardest. While my fellow students were attending between twenty and twenty five hours of tuition, I had thirty one hours a week and at least twice that amount of time studying at home...well, if you can call my ten foot by ten foot of space in the dormitory block home. At least I was in a single room rather than having to share with another girl; my course choice was recognised as being so difficult that I couldn't afford the distraction of sharing a room.

I'd managed to get a part time job as well; two days work at a hotel, eight hours every Saturday and eight on Sunday. My week soon turned into a very full schedule. I did resent it a little when my friends managed to get pissed every night but I'd picked a subject that I loved to study so didn't really miss the 'Entertainment'. I do have to admit though that every once in a while I missed the company of my boyfriend, especially on the long winters nights.

On the rare occasion that I actually felt horny I would chat on the internet, not the usual chat room that I'd used through school, I was over eighteen years old now and was using more 'Adult' chat rooms.

I'd just finished a five thousand word essay and realised that I was up to date with my home work and still had two hours before my usual bedtime, I wasn't actually horny so I just looked around on the internet for somewhere new to chat, I found a webcam chat room, I'd seen five men and two women using webcams to chat, they were all naked and they were pointing their cameras below their chins, the men were rubbing their cocks gently and were trying to talk the women into opening their legs.

"HornyHusband - CollegeGirl, this is a webcam chat room, you have to have your camera on or leave the chatroom."

"CollegeGirl - Sorry HH, new to the room."

I took my T-shirt off and my skirt but left my bra and knickers on. I tilted my webcam down so that my face was off the top of the screen and then allowed my camera's feed to go into the chat room.

I spent my two free hours sitting in my bra and knickers while men chatted to me, they would rub, ask me questions of an increasingly sexual nature, try to talk me into masturbating for them as they rubbed. I actually enjoyed watching eight men climax on screen and I even flashed my tits once or twice to help the men along in their journey.

I wished the chat room a good night and turned my computer off. I found it difficult to get to sleep with the images of all of those cocks spurting, I gave myself fifteen minutes of 'Finger exercises' before I finally fell asleep a happy girl.

The rest of the week was very busy, right up until Friday night, I'd worked harder than usual in class so that there was less to bring home and by nine o'clock I was free to chat again.

I logged into the webcam chat room but this time I'd already stripped down to my knickers and bra before I opened the chat room. I chatted with three men and then a fourth asked me if I'd like to go to a private chat, the man was FrustratedTrainDriver and I spent over an hour talking to him as he wanked himself slowly.

I was really fascinated by the size of his cock, I'd seen lots of cocks in my short adult life but never saw one quite like his, it was a monster, he held it in two hands at one point, just to prove its length, his hands were side by side and there was still an inch of cock standing out above his fists.

I asked all kinds of stupid questions as he rubbed his cock. He said that he was married with one daughter and that he'd only had sex with his wife a few times because he was so big, his wife almost never wanted to have sex with him. I was told that he was thirty-five years old and that he worked on the railway as a train driver. He had well defined pectoral muscles, a flat stomach and the beginnings of a six-pack; he'd obviously just started working out.

When FrustratedTrainDriver actually climaxed he fired spunk so high that it hit his chin, he lowered his face an inch just so that I could see the string of jizz that was hanging from his chin.

The next time that I was free to chat I actually called him and I created the private room for us to chat in. I asked him about his wife, asked him when he'd last fucked his wife.

"FrustratedTrainDriver - I was given a special treat, I spent two weeks redecorating our daughter's bedroom and because of that I was allowed to fuck my wife but she lay in a position that I couldn't get all of my cock in her cunt!"

"CollegeGirl - How long ago was that?"

There was a pause before he leaned in to type his reply, "FrustratedTrainDriver - My daughter was about four at the time so it was about nine years ago!"

"CollegeGirl - So you haven't had sex for nine years!"

"FrustratedTrainDriver - That's not what you asked, because my job often keeps me away from home overnight I sometimes visit a prostitute while I'm in another town, prostitutes don't complain about my big cock."

I actually stripped totally naked for the first time and stood up so that he could see my body totally, well, totally apart from my face. I put my foot on the seat that I'd been sitting on and I started masturbating with my fingers, moved onto a ball point pen and finished myself off with a cucumber. I actually pushed the cucumber up my cunt all the way until the last millimetre dissappered from view, just to prove to him that I'd be able to handle his cock."

"FrustratedTrainDriver - So, how many men have fucked you so far?"

"CollegeGirl - There were twenty-five boys at my eighteenth birthday party and I let every one of them fuck me over the weekend!"

That little piece of information was too much for him, he shot off at that message. As I watched him shooting his seed I worked the cucumber harder and faster and got myself off a fraction of a second later.

He was gasping from his powerful orgasm, reaching for a tissue and suddenly he jerked, not like he was orgasming but a reaction kind of jerk. He pushed his webcam out of sight and the last thing I saw was him pulling his dressing gown over his shoulders. The camera pivoted showing more of the room he was in, there was a model railway track, 'So, a train driver by day and at night when he was in his playroom'. I spotted bare legs and a skirt, A woman was walking around in the room, I saw her for a full minute before my chat partner closed his connection with me.

I closed my laptop down and went to bed happy, tomorrow would be Saturday, I could sleep late for once as I wasn't starting work until mid day. The following week I would be taking a test, it was the last week of term before Christmas, I had exams on Monday to Friday unlike most of the other students who would be drifting off home from Monday onwards. The results of my group's exams would see a thinning of our student body on my course. If we did badly we'd be offered a move to a less demanding degree.

My last tutorial and exam would be on Thursday but I'd still be stuck here as the hotel needed me for the Christmas week, a busy time at the hotel, I'd be working flat out from Christmas Eve until the second of January and then I'd be taking the bus home to see my parents and my friends back home.

Christmas week at the hotel was like one big orgy, men were hunting the public areas in packs, trying to pick off any drunk woman they could corner on her own. It was like a psychology tutorial, it was just too bad that the psychology I had to study as part of my course was all business related, office politics and that kind of thing, but it was really interesting to watch the drunken antics going on all around me while I was stone cold sober.

I saw a woman take five different men up to her room in a ninety minute period and it sent me right back to my eighteenth birthday party, not the party on my actual birthday, the party where I was at home with my mum, dad, grandparents and an assortment of uncles and aunties. I remembered back to the weekend after that party, the weekend that I took a group of friends to the meadow at the side of the river, we took a 'Ghetto Blaster', enough beer to float a boat and enough cannabis to float ourselves too. We walked a mile away from the nearest road...well, the nearest anything really. We drank and danced, messed around and skinny-dipped in the river. Half the group left us at midnight, all of the other girls went home and a few of the boys too, I was the only girl left with twenty-five horny men and I was dared to pull a train with them.

The following day I arrived home at noon and got the bollocking of my life from my father for staying out all night without telling him.

I was tired, I had a massive headache and I was sore in more places than I knew could be sore, I put my hands on my hips, "Dad, in two weeks time I'll be stopping out every night, you won't see me for fourteen weeks, let's not fall out over poor mobile phone signal coverage out here in the wilds." and with that comment I went to bed until Monday morning.

I got a jab in my ribs from my boss for daydreaming while people were waiting for their drinks.

I got home in the early afternoon on the second of January to find a full Christmas dinner waiting for me. I hardly recognised my father when he greeted me at the front door, he'd lost two stones in the three months that I'd been away at college and he'd also lost his beard that he'd been growing for at least ten years. My parents hadn't opened any of their presents and there were presents waiting for me as well from all of my friends and family. I ate more food than I'd eaten in the previous three months put together...or so it seemed to me.

After lunch we opened our presents and cards, I had to laugh, I'd got at least a card and often a present as well from the twenty-five boys that had shared my special extra eighteenth birthday party but got nothing from the friends who had left the party early. I had a little too much wine with my Christmas dinner and my plans of hunting down a few of my friends went out of the window. It had been on my mind to meet up with one of the boys that I'd already had sex with once and find somewhere private to get a little action but I was already too drunk.

I sat with my mother and father watching naff TV, all the good Christmas programs were over for the year and we were back to the usual very poor winter schedule...TV companies didn't need to try to capture their audience in the winter as they believed they had a captive audience, unlike the summer when people could go out in the warm, dry and sunny evenings.

At nine o'clock in the evening I noticed that my father was getting a little fidgety, he cracked open a bottle of brandy and while he was gone fetching brandy glasses from the kitchen my mother said, "He's missing his computer, he's become addicted to it, nine o'clock every evening he'll usually be playing on it."

"Why isn't he on it now then?"

"I made him put the computer away, it's usually on your old desk and I made him clear away all of his toys to give you a little room to move around in your old bedroom."

I only had two brandies on top of my dinner time wine and I was out, it took me all my time to get myself off to bed. It was winter but because I'd brought all of my clothes in a back-pack I didn't have the room or the strength to carry more clothes than were absolutely necessary, my lightest nighty, no dressing gown, two bras and five pairs of knickers so when I put myself to bed all I wore was my very thinnest nighty.

Something woke me at four o'clock in the morning, I was very woolly headed, still very drunk and confused about where I was. I stumbled out of my bedroom and staggered towards the bathroom. I was beginning to work out where I was when the bathroom door opened and I walked straight into my father as he was leaving the bathroom. I actually bounced off of his chest, I felt the thick cotton of his winter dressing gown through the micron thickness of my nighty, I was falling backwards towards the floor when he reached out and grabbed me, he pulled me into his chest...he must have ben holding the front of his dressing gown closed because with both arms around my back, pulling me into his body for safety, I felt no dressing gown between us.

My breasts crashed into his chest, no hair, suddenly I felt him growing, it all happened very quickly, his cock was hanging its head in shame but as my breasts hit his chest it started to stiffen, started to lift, I felt it rubbing between my legs, not through the thin cotton either, his cockhead had actually been lower than the bottom hem of my tiny nighty, as he grew harder and his cock lifted, it lifted the front of my nighty as well. I froze as my father's cockhead rubbed over my hairy pussy mound, there was sudden wetness, his cock had started salivating, leaving a trail of pre-cum over my abdomen, its progress stopped momentarily at my belly-button, leaving an extra puddle in there before growing at an even faster pace, he reached right up to my ribs, just below my breasts.

I looked up, I saw his chin up close, saw the little 'Charlton Heston' dimple in his chin probably for the first time in my life that I could remember. The last time I saw a chin like that it had a long string of cum hanging from it. My eyes met my father's and he suddenly jumped, "Oh my God...I'm so sorry baby."

My dad jumped backwards and as he did he turned, yanking the front of my nighty right up, exposing my pussy before floating slowly back into place. I only got a fleeting glance at his cock as he turned his back and wrestled his dressing gown back into place. I gasped at it's size, it was unusually long and fat, almost as long and fat as a cucumber.

Dad hurried to his bedroom. I watched him run through the door, I saw my mother in her single bed, she was fast asleep. my dad didn't get into his bed though, I could see his laptop was on his bed and it was open, he was in a chat room!

I peed as quickly as I could and splashed water over my face and then, as an afterthought I wiped the trail of my father's pre-cum off of my belly.

I rushed back into my bedroom, dug out my laptop and switched it on. I searched my new favourite chat room service and came across two men chatting in the UK chat room.

"FrustratedTrainDriver - Fucking hell, I tell you mate, I came this close to fucking my daughter, she walked into me when I was leaving the bathroom, she was damned near naked and I had my cock pressing into her right up to her tits and she seems to have grown to double her normal size in the last three months."

"NaughtyDaddy - Fucking hell mate, just look at what you did to me!"

NaughtyDaddy tilted his camera down to his cock which was now well inflated.

"FrustratedTrainDriver - :...I've just noticed my girlfriend has come in so if it's okay with you. I'll whisk her off to a private room so I can have some fun!"

A message box popped up on my screen, I was being invited by FrustratedTrainDriver to join him in a private room.

"CollegeGirl - Hi FTD, sorry I don't have my camera with me tonight."

"FrustratedTrainDriver - that's okay darling, talk to me and watch me cum for you!"

"CollegeGirl - what got you all worked up at this time of night?"

"FrustratedTrainDriver - I have to admit that I'm ashamed to say that my daughter did this to me, I just walked into her on the landing and...let's just say that she was dressed as sexily as all hell and I accidentally ended up rubbing my cock across her belly."

"CollegeGirl - Would you..."

"FrustratedTrainDriver - Would I what?"

"CollegeGirl - Would you fuck your daughter? I mean, I noticed you telling NaughtyDaddy that you rubbed your cock over her belly right up to her tits."

"FrustratedTrainDriver - God I'd love too, her body looks a lot like yours now, she was much smaller when she left home three months ago, she must have had a growth spurt."

"CollegeGirl - So...why don't you make the offer to your daughter?"

"FrustratedTrainDriver - This is real life...much as I'd love too, she'd probably throw a fit and tell my wife."

"CollegeGirl - Well, you could just test it out, has the little incident only just happened?"

"FrustratedTrainDriver - Yes."

"CollegeGirl - Well, go in to her bedroom right now to appologise, don't do anything overtly, just sit on her bed and apologise for what happened and see what her reaction is, then come back and tell me what happens, I'll be here for another hour."

FrustratedTrainDriver stood up off of his bed and closed the screen down, closing the connection. I closed my laptop and quickly pushed it under the bed. I jumped out of bed and took my nighty off, I stood in front of the mirror wiping my belly as if I was just wiping my father's pre-cum off of my belly.

My bedroom door opened slowly, I hardly heard it but I did see it in the reflection in my mirror, there was a gentle knock, "Sarah baby, are you still awake?"

I walked to the door and opened it, I was still totally naked but I was using the door to shield myself from his direct view...but just as I'd seen him open and close the door quickly, he could see my totally naked body through the reflection in the mirror opposite.

My dad's eyes were fixed on the mirror, "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier...it was unforgivable of me."

"No big deal dad...just one of those things."

My dad slithered a little to the side to get a little further into my bedroom, just far enough so that he could see my body without looking in the mirror to see me. His cock was still hidden from me by the door but I realised that he was actually rubbing his cock on the other side of the door. I took two paces back away from the door so that the door could open a little more.

As more of my father came into view he quickly pulled the front of his dressing gown closed but it was still obvious that he had a massive hard-on. I walked over to my bed and climbed in, but I only covered my lower legs, I looked back at my father as he stood watching me, I could see that he was struggling to moisten his mouth as it had gone dry but it looked like he was licking his lips as he looked at me sitting up in bed totally naked.

He took a step into my room, he let his dressing gown fall open a little, his cock popped out of the opening at the front, I parted my legs slightly, he swallowed hard, "Aren't you going to wear your nighty in bed?"

"It got wet in the bathroom..." I lifted my right knee, that opened my lower body slightly and I saw his cock jump, he closed my bedroom door behind him. "...won't mum wonder what we're up to in here at this time of the night?"

"She takes sleeping pills, she has done every night for years, she's addicted to them...at least it stops her moaning at me quite so much while she's zonked out on goof-balls."

My dad sat on the edge of my bed, I lifted my right knee a little higher and slipped my foot past his hip so that my right calf was resting on his lap, the side of my muscle touching the underside of his cock. He wriggled his shoulders and his dressing gown slipped away from his body, he threw it to the floor at the side of my bed.

My dad hesitated for a moment but I moved my right leg a little, rubbing it against his cock and he rolled his body on top of me, he was in me in an instant, I lifted both legs and hooked my ankles over his back, he looked surprised as his cock slowly sank all the way in my body, I took him all the way without the slightest sign of discomfort.

"Your mother never took me this far up her cunt!"

"I'm not my mother..." I dug my heels into his buttocks to spur him on. I looked at the clock, it was five o'clock in the morning when my father started fucking me and he kept up a constant barrage for ninety minutes. I'd never been fucked by anyone so big as my dad and none of my previous lovers had his stamina, he'd described himself as thirty-five in his biography in the chat room even though he was actually forty-five but he had the fitness and stamina of a twenty year old.

In the end I had to ask my dad to cum so that I could get a little sleep before my mother got up and woke me as well, she always did, if she was awake...everyone was awake.

"Is it safe for me to cum in you?"

"Dad, I've been on the pill for years and if I wasn't, the volume of pre-cum that you pump out, I'd already be pregnant...come on, let yourself go."

He seemed to pump spunk for five full minutes and I had to run totally naked to the bathroom to let it all cascade out of my cunt, it sounded like I was taking a piss so much spunk came out of my body. My dad shuffled into the bathroom, he looked embarrassed, "Darling, we mustn't let anything like this happen again, it was wrong...morally as well as leagally."

I gestured for him to come closer to me as I sat on the toilet, he'd put his dressing gown back on and was holding the front closed with his left hand. I pulled the front of his dressing gown open and took his flaccid cock in my hand, I lifted it to my lips and I opened my mouth, I took three inches of flaccid cock in my mouth and sucked the life back into it.

As soon as his cock was fully hard again, I stood up, I turned my back on my father and I bent forward over the toilet pan to look at all of his spunk floating in the bottom of the bowl. He only hesitated for a split second before taking me from behind, his resolution lasted all of thirty seconds. I let him fuck me for another five minutes before I stepped away from him. I kissed him and then I ran back to my own bedroom.

We were really lucky because as soon as my door closed I heard my mother leaving their bedroom, she knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you going to be long, I need to pee."

I breathed a sigh of relief at my close shave. I heard the toilet flush, the door opened and my mother said, "What have you been doing in there, it smells disgusting!"

She thought that he'd been wanking in there...if only she knew!

I listened to her pissing and then flushing, she knocked on my bedroom door as she passed it on her way down to the kitchen.

My dad was blushing all through breakfast, every time he looked in my direction he turned red all over again. After breakfast I went out for a walk around the town centre, I was looking for any of my old friends that might be around. I bumped into Calum, he'd missed out on on my eighteenth birthday party. Calum was the local drug dealer, he was mixed race, his mother was blond and Anglo-Saxon, his father was from Somalia. Calum had been invited to my party, he'd actually supplied some weed at below market rate to help the party go with a bang, he would have come but that weekend there was a big music festival and Calum had to get there to make money. He'd heard how well his cannabis had oiled the wheels of my party, how much casual sex had been fuelled by his discounted drugs and he'd sent me several texts asking me for a date.

"Hi Cal...you're up early!"

"Up very late Sarah my love...fancy a nightcap at my place before bed?"

"You asking me for a shag?"

"Of course...I'm the only one of my mates that didn't get to fuck you last summer!"

"I'll spend the day in bed with you for a little bag of ecstasy!"

"My gear is the strongest in town, I get five pounds a tab for them!"

"Yes, but you only pay fifty pence for them so I'll expect at least twenty tabs for sex."

"I don't pay fifty pence a tab anymore, I manufacture them myself, I make them with an extra kick, my mates love them, girls are guaranteed to go mad on just one tab, they give the best fucks of their lives when they're high on my little Moonies."

Ecstasy usually came with a crown on one face and a smile face on the other. Calum had started putting a crescent moon on his formulation of the tablets so that his customers knew not to double up on the tablet.

Calum thought that I would take the pills back to college with me and sell them on for a hundred pounds or more but that wasn't what I had on my mind as I climbed into bed with him. Calum had tried to get me to take one of his Moonies but I told him that I didn't need one, he could do whatever he wanted with me without a drug.

The morning was taken up with straight sex, then we had a spot of lunch and he spent the hour between one PM and two o'clock opening up my bottom for sex, we had another little nap and then after showering together I spent the late afternoon getting him off with my mouth. At six o'clock I dressed and left Calum to get a few hours sleep before he had to start selling drugs at the local night club. I lifted the bag he'd given me, not twenty tablets in the bag but forty for doing such great work.

Mum was cooking dinner when I got home so I helped her, she told me that I needed a shower because I smelled of sex.

I slipped into mum's bedroom and I found her bottles of sleeping pills, an old one with just two pills in it and a new one with all twenty eight. I emptied the bottles out and refilled them with Calum's special pills. She had thirty pills in her bottles so I would have ten pills to take back to college with me.

We had dinner and watched a little TV. Mum went to her bedroom to get ready for bed an hour before bedtime, while she got ready my dad made a hot chocolate drink, the routine was the same day in and day out throughout the winter.

Dad brought her mug of chocolate in and grinned at me, "She'll be up there taking her sleeping pill so that she'll be ready to fall asleep in an hour...if you want to stop up a little late, we can play down here before we go to sleep, it'll certainly help me to relax. You've been on my mind all day, that little stunt with your mouth, my first ever blow-job by the way...and almost getting caught by your mother...that was a huge turn-on..."

The living room door opened at that point and my mother walked in. She took a swallow of her hot chocolate and her face turned red, she was sweating and she asked my dad if he could get her a drink of cold water as she was so thirsty. 'Ahhh! The first signs of ecstasy kicking in...I wonder how it will affect her?'

I'd stopped watching the TV and had started mother watching. She had no idea what was going on, she'd taken the same sleeping pill for so long that her body had grown to expect it, her body was getting her ready for sleep but the drug coursing through her body wasn't setting her up for sleep, it was getting her body ready for sex. I watched as her nipples forced little bumps through her bra and nighty, she was so hot that she'd been forced to open her dressing gown; she was wriggling in her seat as that certain itch was hitting her in her loins. My dad was looking from my mother to me, he was confused at the way she was behaving.

Mum was sitting in her own special reclining seat and dad was in his, I was sitting on the sofa on my own. I'd watched my mother's confusion, I was certain that this was the first time that my mother had actually been turned on in her life, when I'd been talking to my father over the weeks without knowing who he was he'd confided in me that my mother had never initiated a sex act, that every time that they actually had sex it had been a great struggle to get her to allow him to fuck her...even on their honeymoon, she'd been reluctant.

I needed the toilet, I was quite literally pissing myself nside trying not to show that I was laughing. I decided to get ready for bed as well, the same way that I had been last night, just my micro thin shorty nighty.

I opened the living room door and saw sudden movement, my father wasn't in the chair he was sitting in when I left the room and neither was my mother. Both my mother and my father were on the sofa, in the spot that I'd been sitting on just moments earlier. My mother was naked, she was straddling my father's lap, his trousers were open and she was riding on his cock and she wasn't being careful about how much of his length she was allowing into her body either.

Mum started fighting to get away from my father but he was holding her in place, she was mumbling, "You said that Sarah had gone up to bed...you said that it'd be safe."

Dad kept a tight hold on her, "It's okay, Sarah's a big girl now, she knows that married people have sex."

It wouldn't have worked on me if I'd been my mother but then...mum was fighting years of conditioning, years of custom and practice and a powerful drug that was taking over her needs.

I watched as my mother stopped fighting and she rolled her hips, grinding my dad's cock ever deeper into her cunt, "Oh God no...I can't..."

That was enough talking from my mother, she was now rocking herself through a massive orgasm. I was torn, I should have just left them to it but I'd fucked Calum all day to pay for the drugs that were taking over my mother at that moment.

I knelt next to my mother, wrapped my arm over her shoulder and kissed her on her cheek before turning my affection to my father and as I kissed him I unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. I helped my father to get totally naked as he fucked my mother without missing a beat.

I didn't join in the sex, just helped facilitate it.

I actually fell asleep listening to my parents fucking for the first time in my life.

At seven o'clock in the morning I was woken by a knock on my bedroom door and a bright and breezy "Morning Sarah, time for breakfast darling!"

I stumbled sleepily down to the kitchen, mum was cooking breakfast wearing just her nighty, no bra, no knickers, that was the first time in my life that I'd seen my mother wearing so little, she was humming a happy tune as she cooked breakfast. My dad wandered into the kitchen wearing just his dressing gown and as usual, no belt so he had to hold the front closed with his hand.

Mum turned her back to the cooker and she pulled at the front of his dressing gown, pulling him to her, she wriggled her body inside the folds of his dressing gown so that his naked body was against her nighty covered body. She kissed him passionately and as she kissed him she was twisting her body slightly against his. It was the first time I'd seen them kissing passionately, hell, it was the first time I'd seen them kiss on the lips in my life, all they'd ever done as far as I could remember was kiss each other on the cheek.

There was a 'pop' from one of the sausages she was cooking so she turned her back on my dad to look after the cooking, as my dad stepped away I saw he was rock hard. Dad gestured with his head to me, gestured towards the kitchen door out into the back garden. I followed him and with the sound of my mother humming her happy tune I was bent over the dustbin and taken from behind in the back garden.

It wasn't hugely satisfying for me, just a quickie for my dad, he climaxed very quickly, shot his load and just pulled the back of my nighty back down to cover my arse and he slapped my bottom and returned to the kitchen to eat his breakfast.

It was a good thing that the kitchen chairs were vinyl covered because I made quite a mess as I sat eating my breakfast with my cunt full of my father's semen. I noticed when my mother stood up to clear the table that her own seat was just as messy as mine. I washed both seats while mum started washing the pots. I was third in the shower and had very little hot water to wash in, when I was finished my mother was dressed and ready to go out, she wasn't wearing her usual winter cardigan, the one she was usually stitched into in late October and cut out of in April or May. She was wearing a long dress, it was a strappy summer dress but, her concession to the winter cold was that she was wearing a T-shirt under it.

"Would you like to come for a walk with me Sarah?"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just going window shopping in Northampton."

I let my arm trail over my mother's shoulder, my hand feeling for the signs of whatever she was wearing under her dress. There was no sign of a bra strap but her thirty four 'D' cup breasts weren't sagging at all.

"Mum, what kind of bra are you wearing?"

"It's one of those basque things. Your uncle Ben bought it for me for Christmas this year."

"You mean dad's boss Ben?"

She nodded her head.

"Since when did my dad's boss start buying you sexy lingerie?"

"It's just a joke really, he bought me scarlet satin knickers the first year he took over your father's department, we'd danced a few dances together at the Christmas party and the gift turned up out of the blue a few days later."

"What did dad say about it?"

"Well, he gave me the present from Ben but I'm not sure if he ever saw what was in it though."

"Did Ben ever see you in those knickers mum?"

She smiled, "I wore them the next year at their Christmas party, I told Ben that I was wearing them and I'm sure that Ben felt them through my dress a few times as we danced but no...I never showed them to him...it's become a kind of joke ever since, he sends me a sexy present for Christmas and I wear it the following year at their work's party."

"Mum, Ben's flirting with you...I'll bet he wanks himself silly just knowing that you're wearing the sexy lingerie he's brought for you."

"You really think so darling...I think Ben's a very sexy man...don't you?"

On the drive into Northampton I sent my dad a text message, 'Dad, did you know that Ben...your boss...sends mum sexy lingerie every year for her to wear at your Christmas party?'

'Sarah, it's just his little joke, he sends exactly the same present to all of his staff every year. The other guys love it, they always get the benefits after the dance, Ben flirts with their wives, revs up their engines but the guys get to ride their wives home.'

'Dad, what would you do if Ben took it further? What would you do if Ben wanted to ride mum home???'

'Sarah, before last night...I'd have said good luck Ben. Try her if you like...but now...I'd say, "Can I watch!" and hope for a great show:'

'Dad, Really...would you like to watch another man screwing mum?'

'Sarah, sure, why not, I've been no angel over the years...' he sent a blushing embarrassed face emoticon, '...the night before last for example!'

It was bloody freezing in Northampton, I was wearing three T-shirts and a denim jacket as well as thick woollen tights under my knee length skirt, I was shivering but mum didn't seem to be feeling the cold.

"Mum, can we go into a cafe for a coffee please, something to warm us up?"

"Are you really cold darling?"

"Yes, aren't you cold?"

"No, I got really hot last night and I haven't really felt cold ever since."

I pointed out the nearest cafe but mum waved it off, "Your father's office is just around the corner, let's pop in to see if he's free for lunch today!"

It was actually the first time I'd ever been into my father's office block, his office was on the top floor, four flights of stairs to climb as there was no lift. They were having building work done to the building; one car parking space had been closed off to build a small lift shaft up the outside of the building at the back. Building work had been stopped for Christmas and because of the cold, it was actually too cold to bend electrical cables or to lay bricks.

Dad was away from his desk, the plans he was working on were for a new railway carriage, not for the British rail network, it was a design for a German company. Ben came out of his office when he saw me and my mother standing at my father's desk, he rushed out to greet us, a kiss on the cheek for my mother and one for me.

"You must be Sarah...your father really needs to update the photograph of you on his desk."

I looked at the desk, the picture was of me winning the student of the year prize at school whan I was fourteen.

"I've grown up a lot in four years Mr..."

"Stop, no Mr please, I'm Ben, you used to call me Uncle Ben when I first met you."

"That was the last summer picnic you guys had when I was six or seven years old."

"Yes, a great shame that we had to stop the summer picnics, there were never more than half the staff at work because of summer holidays so it didn't seem fair, we just put everything into the party before Christmas after that year."

Ben turned to my mother, "Did you like this year's Christmas present Vicky?"

"I loved it Ben...in fact, I'm wearing it right now under my dress."

I saw the flash of excitement jolt through Ben's body. My dad turned up at that moment, he kissed my mother in welcome and smiled at me. "What do you think of my office Sarah?"

"Well, yours and twelve other people's office too."

"Open plan hell." He grinned and asked me if I'd like the guided tour.

"Don't you have serious train designing work to do?"

"No, this week there's only me and Ben in the office, we're here to answer the telephones and fight any fires that might pop up, come and see the meeting room."

We left mum and Ben in the main office while we went through to the meeting room. Railway rolling stock models from all over the world were in display cabinets all around the room. I was less interested in looking at the model trains and more interested in looking back into the main office.

Ben had moved in closer to my mother and his hand was on the small of her back as they talked, I could see that he was feeling the basque under my mother's dress through the relatively thin material.

My dad's arm slipped over my shoulder and he pulled me into his side, we stood together watching through the glass panel in the meeting room's door. Ben's hand slipped down from the small of my mother's back and onto her bum.

"This is the point that your mother usually shakes Ben off...every time he tries he gets a little further before she runs for the hills."

"She said that we were going to ask if you could come out for lunch with us!"

Dad smiled, "She knows that this week we have to stay in the office all day long, I always tell her that she can come in and eat with us but we have to send out for takeaway food all week.

I gestured with my head towards the main office, "You sure that you'd like to see mum getting fucked?"

Dad looked back to the action just as my mother reached for something on Dad's desk, bending forwards slightly, Ben looked in our direction, he could see that me and dad were watching him and mum, he moved slightly and gently kicked the inside of my mother's left foot with his toes, she parted her legs slightly and now Ben was rubbing between her legs rather than just rubbing her buttocks. Ben grinned at us as he inched the back of mum's dress up, slowly exposing more and more of the backs of her legs. As his palm reached her bare buttocks...no knickers under her dress...he turned his hand slightly and his fingers slipped down between her thighs. Mum looked towards the meeting room for the first time and she suddenly stood up, she shook her body, throwing Ben's hand off of her cunt and causing her dress to fall back into place.

"Well, looks like playtime is over, we might as well get back out there."

I gave Ben a grin that was warmly returned.

Lunch was mentioned and Ben offered us an Indian takeaway. I thought about it, "Can't really eat Indian food without alcohol, probably be better off with Chinese or Italian."

"Well, it's a special week, only me and Johnny working this week so I think we can relax the rules on alcohol in the office."

"What about driving home this afternoon, can't drink and drive."

"Well, the three of us can have just one glass of wine, you're not driving, you can drink as much as you like."

I grinned at that offer, "I'll even buy the wine Uncle Ben."

"No you won't, the wine will be on the company, we need envelopes, lots of envelopes, we can buy them out of petty cash. I'll walk down the shop with you; we have a special deal at the local supermarket to keep things hidden from the accountants, you choose and I'll pay with the company credit card."

Ben's arm slipped over my shoulder as we walked down the stairs, "Your mother's a long term project, I've been working on her for more than ten years, will it take me that long to get that far with you Sarah?"

We'd just reached the second floor landing, I stopped and his arm slipped off of my shoulder, his arms went into a defensive position to stop me slapping his face, "is yours the only office that is populated this week?"

"Yep...we're the only company foolish enough to have to come in this week."

I turned my back on him, lifted the back of my skirt and pulled the back of my tights and knickers down to expose my bum to him. I kept my left hand holding my skirt clear and I leaned forward to touch the wall, opening my legs as wide as they'd go with my tights and knickers still around my knees.

"Fucking hell girl!"

That was all he said as he reached between my legs with his left hand to finger my cunt as he rubbed his cock through his trousers. It took him less than a minute to decide that I wasn't going to shake him off, his zipper was down and he was stepping in behind me, replacing his fingers with his cock. He fucked me up against the wall on the landing.

He was getting close to the vinegar strake when I pulled away from him, I turned and bowed lower and took his cock in my mouth, I finished him off in my mouth and as I wiped his excess spunk from my chin I said, "Sorry about that, I can't sit around in your office in wet knickers and tights."

"Don't apologies, you were fantastic, I'd never thought of going for the daughters of my staff before."

We walked to the shop as if we were lovers, arm in arm. The Asian shopkeeper told him that his copy of 'Dogging World' had come in a week early, "Shall I put it down as ball point pens as usual Mr Ben?"

Ben grinned, "No, I need two bottles of wine as well, put it down as a new telephone."

I chose the wine and got a wink from the Asian shopkeeper as I put the wine down on the counter. Ben looked at me and grinned, "Sarah, have you ever sucked an Asian's cock before?"

I shook my head, "I don't even know any Asians really Ben!"

"Well. Mr Gupter here is a very good friend of mine, he's willing to do a two for the price of one on wine if he gets a blow-job out of it!"

The man behind the counter grinned and he nodded his head enthusiastically. I looked from Ben to Mr Gupter, both men were nodding their heads now and both grinning. I thought, 'Well. It wouldn't be the first time I'd sucked the cock of a total stranger, it would usually be after a night out on the beer and usually in a dark secluded corner rather than in the middle of a shop on the High Street at noon.'

I went around the back of the counter and while Ben stood watching I opened Gupter's stable doors, fished out his tiddler and breathed life into it. Asian men really did have small dicks, there were a lot of rumours around campus that it wasn't worth dating an Asian student.

I dispatched Mr Gupter quite quickly, the fact that Ben was watching made him cum far faster than usual...probably...or he could just be a quick study!

We arrived back in the office just as the Indian meal was delivered. Ben handed my dad the two bottles of wine, "Can you take delivery of this new telephone to replace the faulty one in the meeting room please Johnny."

We ate lunch and drank wine, mum drank far too much but I had picked out a mild meal so didn't drink very much at all. Ben finished his meal first and he went into his own office to read through his new pornographic magazine. Mum finished her meal second and followed Ben through to his office. Dad and I changed places so that we could look through the window of Ben's office where mum was sitting on Ben's knee slavering his face with kisses.

Me and dad fucked in the meeting room for an hour, we only stopped fucking because there was an emergency phone call from Germany, it was a tossup that my dad could sort the problem out over the phone or that he'd have to catch the next flight to Germany. The Germans seldom had more than three days off work at Christmas and that's why their head office insisted on the Design office being manned while they were working.

I used the office colour printer to print out two 'L' plates so that I could drive my drunken and well fucked mother home in my father's car. I was only a learner and dad's company allowed any family member to drive my father's car. Even though my mother was as drunk as a skunk she could still be classed as the designated driver to sit at my side while I drove the car home.

I put mum to bed and then washed my father's leather seats to stop Ben's spunk from staining the leather.

Home was a lot more fun as a visitor than it had ever been when I lived there, I was actually looking forward to my next holiday, two weeks in April, I wouldn't be home at all in the long summer holiday, I'd be working every day at the hotel, the summer holidays were their busiest period of the year.

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