Lying naked in my bed I pictured the entire scene. Once again my hand fell to my pussy. I was wet. I started playing with my clit. I hadn’t masturbated for a few months and now I’d done it twice imagining my daughter getting fucked. I came with a low moan.
I fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Morgan was obviously up. I kind of dreaded facing her. I had no idea what to say.
When I reached the kitchen she was there in a t shirt and little string bikini panties.
“Good morning,” she said like nothing happened.
I could not just ignore it. “I, I, I, don’t know what to say,” I stammered.
“What do you feel?” she asked.
“Feel?” I mumbled.
“Yes, feel, that’s the second time you watched us. How did it make you feel?” she continued. “Dirty? Sexy? Horny? Disgusted? Curious? We are grown ups. How did you feel?”
She asked me so matter of fact honestly, I thought about it.
“Well, I’m really uncomfortable with Ben just showing up to have sex with you.” I started.
“Well, then why don’t you break it up, say something, why do you stay and watch?” she asked.
“I guess, I’m fascinated. I haven’t had sex for years and even then it was pretty tame,” I said honestly.
“And…?” she pursued
“Ok, ok, his big cock turned me on. I’d never seen anything like it. I’d never watched anyone have sex, that part was a turn on,” I admitted.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” she said.
“Yes it is. It’s disgusting. I watched my daughter have sex twice. What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
“Well, I kind of got off on you watching. It was so naughty. It made me feel so dirty. It was a turn on,” she said. “So there must be something wrong with me too.”
I thought about it. Obviously I felt the same way, I watched, I masturbated after. I liked the way it made me feel when it was happening.
I sighed. “I guess,” I said.
“Well,” she said. “I don’t mind. I like it. Ben likes it. Ben likes it a lot.
We didn’t talk about it again for a week when Morgan announced Ben was coming for dinner.
“I’m not really comfortable with that,” I said
“Oh? So it’s not my home?” She countered.
I thought about it. It was my home, I paid for it. When she was younger I never would have let this man in my house. But, at the time I kind of felt guilty about the fact it really wasn’t her home. Looking back I realize that I was justifying.
The truth was I wanted him to come over. I just didn’t want to admit it at that time. I used her reasoning to talk me into it.
“Ok,” I finally said.
It was the day Ben was coming for dinner. All week I had had butterflies in my stomach. It’s was part dread, part excitement.
What would I say to him? Twice he’d caught me watching them have sex, what did he think of me? What would I say if he decided to fuck Morgan again? How should I react? I had no idea what to say or do and now he was coming for dinner.
My first problem, what to wear. I don’t know why this was even on my mind. He was coming to my house for a casual dinner. I usually wear jeans and a t shirt around the house, why should today be different? Yet here I was staring at my closet.