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Authors name: Crystal Brooks
Story title : My First Time - Part Two

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My First Time (Part Two)
By Crystal

I was shocked, stunned. I'd just been totally involved in my first masturbation session that had led to my first delicious orgasm - and it was all because I was thinking about my Mum and Dad having sex - and here I was, naked on my bed, still calming down from the emotional roller coaster of cumming to find my Mum in the room.

It was too much, I wasn't feeling guilty at mu nakedness, but I did feel somewhat ashamed that I had been fantasising about my Dad making love to me as I brought myself off. I started to cry.

"I'm sorry Mum..." I started to blub.

My Mum came to me quickly, sat on the bed and hugged me hard for a minute or two until my sobs subsided and I returned to normal. Then she broke the embrace so that she could look at me and I could see her mouth.

"Oh, baby," she said "Don't cry, its me who should be apologising for being in your room - I thought something was wrong, we heard you cry out. When I saw you playing with yourself I was just transfixed!"

My heart leapt a little, the tables had been turned on me - I had been the voyeur earlier on in the day, watching her and my Dad fuck each other. Now she had caught me.

"You're not mad, then?" I asked

"Of course not, baby" she both spoke and signed."It was very special to watch you, I hope you forgive me for watching - it was very beautiful"

Once again I started to cry and instinctively held her tight again, aware now that she smelled so good. I loved my Mum so much, we got on so well, sometimes it was like she was an older sister. I knew so many of my friends who just battled with their parents, but it wasn't like that for me. Where we were now, sitting on the bed, reminded me of a time a couple of years earlier when my Mum had told me all about sex in an open and honest way. It hadn't meant much at the time, but now I felt that my whole being wanted to know all about sex. But I knew I had to be honest with Mum, even if it meant her hating me for it. 

I pulled away from her again. "I have to tell you something" I said

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I saw you and Dad this evening, having sex." I had to go further. "I stayed and watched you"

"I know" my Mum replied "I saw you"

If I was stunned before, it was nothing compared to how I felt now. I couldn't believe it. 

"You what?? You knew?? Why didn't you say anything"

"To be honest" my Mum replied "I enjoyed it, it turned me to know you were watching. God, I really came hard knowing you were watching, baby."

"What did Dad say?"

"He didn't know you were there, and I didn't tell him. I think he had other things on his mind!"

I laughed at that , and that did the trick. I didn't feel bad about what I had done - I was kind of pleased that Mum had enjoyed me watching. 

"Yeah, he did look kind of wrapped in his work. You both looked like you were having fun"

"Crys, your father is the best lover in the world. I hope you get to know what that feels like, soon"

I almost choked. Did she know what I had been thinking about my Dad, thinking about his hard cock drilling deep into my body. Or was I overeacting - surely she meant that one day I would know what a good lover was. Either way it was shaky ground we were treading. I was lost for words, my Mum broke the silence. 

"Did you like what you saw?"

I saw no reason to hide the truth from her, we had gone so far into this now for lies or deception. 

"It was beautiful to watch you both" I replied "To see your bodies, naked, enjoying each other - made me get so hot. Thats why I was playing with myself tonight, I never knew my body could respond the way it did, like that. But I felt a bit guilty, because I was thinking of you two as I was playing with myself."

Mum smiled, a beautiful thing to see.  

"You shouldn't feel guilty, sweetie. In fact I'm pleased. I'm going to tell you something now, Crys, something that not even your father knows. I want to tell you so that you will know I 	understand how you are feeling. When I was about the age you are now I lost my virginity to a beautiful man, a man I had loved for so long and who I knew loved me. It was the most precious thing in the world, and it meant so much to me. There is a big difference between making love and having sex, and the first time you allow a man to touch you, you should be comfortable knowing that it is with someone who loves you deeply."

I kept quiet, sensing I was going to hear (or at least see signed) something amazing, but not quite sure what it was. I didn't have to wait long.

"Crys, my first lover was your Granddad - my father. Crys, I'm telling you this because I think when you saw your Dad this evening your reaction was one of lust and love all mixed up - am I right?"

"Yes." I replied "I was thinking of Dad making love to me when I had my Orgasm"

"Is it something you want to pursue further, Crys, or would you rather just leave it alone. I don't mid, its your decision, but I want you to know that I would support and help you in whatever you decide. In fact, I should be honest, I would encourage you to make love to your Dad - I can think of no better man to instruct and teach you of the joys of sex than someone who loves you so dearly."

I was dumbfounded, but I also knew how excited I was. I became aware that for the last couple of years I had been very attracted to my Dad, but had in so many ways repressed those feelings, thinking them improper. The thought of being able to give into them with my Mums blessing was almost too much to comprehend.

"Does Dad know about this?"

"No, he doesn't. But I know him well, and after his initial shock I know he will accept the idea and love you the way you need to be loved.  Deep down, I think most fathers lust over their own daughters - most are just too afraid to admit it - even to themselves. There are a few things we need to do first - but if you are sure then I will help you. OK? I'll leave you now - and let you think about it - you can let me know what you think in the morning."

And with that she bent over, kissed me gently on my forehead and left. It was the most remarkable evening of my life. Once again my mind started to think of all the things the two of us had shared. My mind kept telling me that I was wrong to be thinking the way I did about my own father, but in my heart I knew that I wanted him to make love to me more than anything else in the world.

The next morning (after just a little sleep) I told Mum that I wanted to go ahead with the plan. She told me she was so pleased, and that we would do something in a few days - that she needed to prepare Dad right. I had no idea what that meant. Later I found out that she had really teased my Dad about his feelings for me - getting him to open up that he really wanted to make love to me. She even role played with him - calling him "Daddy" when they were making love - to the point that he was getting excited at the thought of screwing me.

About a week after I had caught them in bed - and had had my own first orgasm, my Mum came to my room at about 10pm.

"Crys - if you're still keen to do this, come into our room in about fifteen minutes. OK?"

I nodded my acceptance. The next fifteen minutes were the longest of my life. I was so nervous I could feel my heart pounding. I had no idea what to expect, and no idea if I should go in naked or not. I decided against that, just putting my oversize T on that I normally slept in and a pair of lacy knickers. After 15 minutes I crept down the hallway to my parents room and very gently opened the door. For the second time in a week I saw my parents making love.

My Dad was laid out on the bed - naked, except for a black scarf around his eyes and pair of earphones connected to a Walkman. ( I later learnt that he was listening to the sounds of a very vocal couple making love - I have no idea where Mum found that!!). Mum was bent over him, wearing a sexy negligee and she was in the middle of kissing him lightly along the length of his body. She saw me and motioned me to come over and be quiet. Of course I had no idea how quiet I was being, and my heart was pounding so much I'm sure that it could be heard next door. I crept over to her, my eyes fixed on my Dad - and more specifically the hardness and length of his cock - that was stood to attention - a living testimony to the skill with Mum had aroused him. She looked at me, looked at Dads cock then licked her lips with a smile. Then she continued to administer light kisses to him again, working her way down his chest to his stomach and the kissing the head of his cock, which responded slightly to her mouth. I crept closer still. This was the first time I had seen a mans cock - I was very impressed with what I saw. I would guess he was about seven inches big, but his girth was also large. (Since then, of course, I have been with larger guys - but at the time it looked like a monster!!!). As I was watching my mother proceeded to give my Dad a blow job. She nibbled the top of his cock ever so ightly and then ran her tongue down the shaft to his balls - then licked up the underside of his cock. I noticed it twitch uncontrollably at her touch. Then when her mouth was at the top of his cock, she took him in her mouth, just the head, licked it like it was an ice cream and then slowly brought her head down and took him inch by inch about halfway. Then she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

All the while she was doing this she looked at me to see what my reactions were. I think she could tell I was turned on like crazy. I knew my nipples were straining against my T-Shirt - their erectness giving away my excitement. She released Dad's cock from her mouth and smiled - "Your turn" she signed "Still keen?"

My reply was my smile and I drew closer to them both - my Dad still oblivious that I was even in the room. I could turn back now - Dad would never know. I had to make my mind up quickly. I knew there was really no choice - I was going to make love to my Dad


Continued in Part Three



