“Are you sure that we’re ok now mum?”
She nodded, and then realising that in the dark I may not be able to see, softly said, “yes, yes we are.” She seemed slightly happier now.
“Good, then can I get a goodnight kiss before I go?”
“Get out,” she sighed, shaking her head, “you just don’t give up do you?”
Slowly, I moved my mouth down to where I thought hers was, and with my chin, moved her face around so that eventually I found what I was seeking. Her lips were still as soft and warm as I remembered them. I persisted, and she began to respond. Her tongue was the one to break through those lips, and in only a few short seconds, we were back, almost as we’d been downstairs.
Soon she was moaning that soft, soft sound, and she was now the one pushing her face against mine. Somehow one of the fingers being held in her hand found its way to freedom, and wrapped itself around a very hard, erect nipple, which responded to the pressure applied to it.
Then I felt her hands pushing me away, “please stop, you said you wouldn’t take advantage of me if I was honest with you, please keep your word, don’t make me regret my honesty.”
Before I could reply, I became aware of my fathers footsteps on the stairs, he mustn’t have been as drunk, or as asleep, as I’d thought that he was.
I jumped to my feet making for the door, but was too late to get out of the room. Just as the door opened, I was only able to slip behind it hoping that he didn’t turn on the light. Mum for her part didn’t move, just lying there as if asleep. It was silly really, as I could have said that I’d just popped in to say goodnight to Mum, and nothing more would have been thought of it. But I didn’t, feeling guilty about what had happened, and the thoughts that I was having, I hid from him, and it was my guilt that made me do so.
Thankfully he didn’t turn the light on, but pushing the door almost shut staggered in the dark until he found the bed. Sitting on it he commenced to undress whilst mumbling to himself about things only he could understood.
Thankfully, the room was in total darkness so he couldn’t see me, nor I him.
He dropped his shoes noisily onto the floor, and climbed into bed. Just as I thought that I’d try to sneak out, maybe twenty seconds or so later, Mum said, “please Rich, not now I’m very tired.”
“Jesus babe, you’re so wet, you must have been waiting for me to come up, don’t tell me you’re too tired, you must have been thinking about what I was going to do to you.”
Dad’s words told me exactly where his fingers were.
“Please not now.” was her somewhat unconvincing response, which was followed shortly by the sounds that I’d heard coming from her throat just a few short minutes ago, not as loud, but they were there. I wondered if she knew that I was still in the room, maybe she thought that it was better to let him have her, rather than running the risk of him turning on the light.
Other than sticking his finger in her, there didn’t seem to be anything else in the way of foreplay, but she was moaning softly, which said that she was ready for him anyway. So after some rustling of the sheets, it was clear that he was on top and inside her.
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