As I was changing I was having trouble staying focused. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I could picture the hot cum squirting on Morgan’s ass. I could see the cum and Morgan’s juices on his cock as spurt after spurt hit her ass.
Dammit. Why couldn’t I focus. It had been years since I had sex and here was my daughter getting laid by a handsome man with a big cock.
I was in my panties and bra. It occurred to me that Morgan had her pussy shaved. I thought of my own bush, I kept it trimmed for my bathing suit at the pool.
Oh my god, why was I thinking these things. Seeing Morgan like that was disgusting. Cum shooting all over her from that magnificent cock. There I went again. I couldn’t focus. I had to lie down. I lay down naked on my bed.
I thought about watching Ben’s cock as he thrust it in and out of Morgan. His hand was in the way, I had to imagine it a bit. My hands dropped to my breasts. I caressed my nipples. I wondered how they would feel against Ben’s chiseled chest. One hand slid down to my pussy. A finger found my clit.
I couldn’t remember how long it’d been since I masturbated. It felt good. I pictured Ben’s six pack. His cock spurting rope after rope of cum. No one had ever cum on me. I wondered what the hot sticky cum would feel like on my body as I played with my clit. I pictured it splashing on Morgan’s ass. I had an orgasm. I lay there panting, mad at myself for getting caught up in the situation and being turned on. I wasn’t sure what to do next.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a top and went downstairs. Morgan was there in a pair of those little lace shorts that are popular today and a tank top. She looked the picture of innocence.
“We have to talk about what happened and set some rules,” I said. “You are certainly old enough to have sex but I’m not comfortable with you having it in my, I mean our house.”
“That’s just it,” she said. “It’s not really my house. It’s yours. I didn’t even grow up here.”
“Well, why can’t you have sex at his house?” I asked.
“Because I don’t know when he’ll want me,” she said.
“What? He just calls you when he wants sex?” I said incredulously.
“Mostly,” she replied.
“Why would you do that” I asked. I was shocked. “Where is your self respect?”
“Well. I like sex, and he’s the best I’ve ever had. I don’t really have or want a boyfriend, after all, I’m not sure where I’ll end up. So, when he wants me, I go. Otherwise he’ll replace me,” she said matter of factly.
I really didn’t know how to answer that. I pictured that gorgeous cock inside of her, how it would feel. My pussy tingled again.
Life went on, it was a month before the next incident. This time I was in bed. I heard her phone ring around 1:30 am and I heard her go downstairs and open the door. I went around the corner. He was standing by the door and she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Her face looked so tiny next to his cock.
I should have said something, or at least stopped watching. I did neither. I stayed at the top of the stairs and watched. She couldn’t get more than the head in her mouth. She had her hands wrapped around the shaft and jacked him off as she sucked and licked him.