year
behind my dad in years at forty-three. My mother never suggested
that I needed to be anything else I was and that was good enough
for me.
I was busy from the moment I stepped into my
office. I admired my father even more since I saw him at work. He
was a natural leader. He could delegate with silky ease. He was
unflappable. He would cancel delay a meeting and would visit a sick
employee or visit a senior employees wife in delivery suite. Dad
was quintessentially a man first than an employer and lastly a
business tycoon. I loved my dad, I might have told you that, just
making sure.
I had become broody for the last two years I
had returned home. Mother and dad both felt I was quieter than my
usual self. Mum and I were close. I could talk with her openly and
about anything. I could use slang and obscene language, only with
her and only in our private mother-daughter moments. Mum and I
shared all our lives incidents as if the other was keeping a diary.
She had started threatening to take me away somewhere far if I did
not 'confess' what was eating me.
To add to her woes for the last month dad
started to do a 'Caro'. He was quieter than before and would avoid
contributing in conversations he could ignite with his wit and
humour. Mum would sigh and shake her head.
****************************
Chapter 2
Mum caught my hand after dinner as she piled
the dishes in dishwasher, "Caro, if you are not going to sleep
early I shall come to you room." Mum would sometimes come for
'girl-girl' talks after 'putting dad to sleep'. Quite often she
would land up talking late in the night and mum would sleep with
me. I kissed my mum and nodded eagerly.
Two years ago after a similar arrangement I
had waited for mum and then against my intellectual grain went
spying on my mother in garb of getting a drink. As luck or
coincidence would have it my parents suite door was open. I slid in
and moved quietly across the lounge to their bedroom. Another
surprise, their bedroom door was ajar. I stood outside and heard
unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked out of her mind.
Dad fucked mum for hours and she screamed,
moaned, shrieked. I could hear dad take my mum in her ass with
savage love. I could not believe that a man could last that long
and couple could make love with that intensity for that long after
they were married for nearly twenty two years. I tiptoed back to my
room and waited for mum. She came very late. We just slept in each
other arms. Mum and I were too tired to talk.
I shook my head to remove the indelible
image transiently.
Mum came rather earlier than I anticipated.
I had two glasses of Irish cream ready. Mum loved that drink
especially late in the night. Mum was in a short nightie and
nothing else. Her full frame in nearly transparent gown made her
look even more beautiful. Her large breasts drooped slightly to
make them alluring even to me. There were two fold around her full
waist one just below her ribcage and another just above her full
ass. Those added with her full meaty thighs made her a woman that
could raise temperature of any true man.
Mum climbed under the duvet and hugged me,
"Shoot Caro! What is going on?"
I buried my face in my mother's neck and
whispered, "Mum I am a virgin.”
“ Caro, there must be tens
of boys dying to get into your er panties,” mum tried to match my
lingo.
“ Pants mum, actual
expression is in your pants,” I corrected mum who crinkled her nose
dismissing my linguistic adherence to accuracy.”
“ OK! How many boys have
you rejected?” Mum believed that her son and daughter were hitting
potential suitors off with a stick.
Mum, boys like size minus two or less. But
the real reason is umm, “I gulped and then plunged in the cold
waters, “I cannot get dad out of my mind."
"Caro, sweetie, have you told your dad
that?" Mum was as calm as the deep sea on a sunny day.
"No! NO! Mum, I would die of shame."
"Silly not that you are a virgin but that
you are thinking of
behind my dad in years at forty-three. My mother never suggested
that I needed to be anything else I was and that was good enough
for me.
I was busy from the moment I stepped into my
office. I admired my father even more since I saw him at work. He
was a natural leader. He could delegate with silky ease. He was
unflappable. He would cancel delay a meeting and would visit a sick
employee or visit a senior employees wife in delivery suite. Dad
was quintessentially a man first than an employer and lastly a
business tycoon. I loved my dad, I might have told you that, just
making sure.
I had become broody for the last two years I
had returned home. Mother and dad both felt I was quieter than my
usual self. Mum and I were close. I could talk with her openly and
about anything. I could use slang and obscene language, only with
her and only in our private mother-daughter moments. Mum and I
shared all our lives incidents as if the other was keeping a diary.
She had started threatening to take me away somewhere far if I did
not 'confess' what was eating me.
To add to her woes for the last month dad
started to do a 'Caro'. He was quieter than before and would avoid
contributing in conversations he could ignite with his wit and
humour. Mum would sigh and shake her head.
****************************
Chapter 2
Mum caught my hand after dinner as she piled
the dishes in dishwasher, "Caro, if you are not going to sleep
early I shall come to you room." Mum would sometimes come for
'girl-girl' talks after 'putting dad to sleep'. Quite often she
would land up talking late in the night and mum would sleep with
me. I kissed my mum and nodded eagerly.
Two years ago after a similar arrangement I
had waited for mum and then against my intellectual grain went
spying on my mother in garb of getting a drink. As luck or
coincidence would have it my parents suite door was open. I slid in
and moved quietly across the lounge to their bedroom. Another
surprise, their bedroom door was ajar. I stood outside and heard
unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked out of her mind.
Dad fucked mum for hours and she screamed,
moaned, shrieked. I could hear dad take my mum in her ass with
savage love. I could not believe that a man could last that long
and couple could make love with that intensity for that long after
they were married for nearly twenty two years. I tiptoed back to my
room and waited for mum. She came very late. We just slept in each
other arms. Mum and I were too tired to talk.
I shook my head to remove the indelible
image transiently.
Mum came rather earlier than I anticipated.
I had two glasses of Irish cream ready. Mum loved that drink
especially late in the night. Mum was in a short nightie and
nothing else. Her full frame in nearly transparent gown made her
look even more beautiful. Her large breasts drooped slightly to
make them alluring even to me. There were two fold around her full
waist one just below her ribcage and another just above her full
ass. Those added with her full meaty thighs made her a woman that
could raise temperature of any true man.
Mum climbed under the duvet and hugged me,
"Shoot Caro! What is going on?"
I buried my face in my mother's neck and
whispered, "Mum I am a virgin.”
“ Caro, there must be tens
of boys dying to get into your er panties,” mum tried to match my
lingo.
“ Pants mum, actual
expression is in your pants,” I corrected mum who crinkled her nose
dismissing my linguistic adherence to accuracy.”
“ OK! How many boys have
you rejected?” Mum believed that her son and daughter were hitting
potential suitors off with a stick.
Mum, boys like size minus two or less. But
the real reason is umm, “I gulped and then plunged in the cold
waters, “I cannot get dad out of my mind."
"Caro, sweetie, have you told your dad
that?" Mum was as calm as the deep sea on a sunny day.
"No! NO! Mum, I would die of shame."
"Silly not that you are a virgin but that
you are thinking of
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