Can I Sleep In Your Bed Tonight?

It was only eight o’clock when I turned off the door bell and hung the bucket of sweeties outside. I’m sure the majority of trick-or-treaters would already be home with their parents by then, but I didn’t want us to be disturbed by anyone. Jim had been working shifts, and Halloween was his first break in nearly two weeks, so I was more than ready for an early night together. Not that we were going to be doing much sleeping.

I popped my head into the front room where Terryanne was streaming something scary, and asked her to keep the volume down. She looked very cosy, sitting on the fleece blanket in her knickers, socks and cami top. I suppose when you’re only nineteen and your parents pay the heating bill, you can afford to whack the radiators on full blast and hang round in your underwear. On any other night, I’d give her a lecture about saving money, but I was more interested in getting upstairs and under my man.

“Your Dad and I are having an early night,” I said. “See you in the morning, love.”

“Night, Mum,” she said, briefly pulling her eyes away from the screen.

I blew her a kiss and closed the door firmly behind me.

When I entered our bedroom, Jim was lying on the far side of our bed in the lamplight, looking at his phone. He put it down when he noticed I was there, rubbing his hands together.

“Come on then, gorgeous,” he said as I started undoing my buttons. “Give me a show.” He began humming The Stripper.

I scowled and threw my cardigan at him. I hate that song. He shut up.

“That’s better,” I said, and then I rewarded him with a slow reveal.

I kicked off my flats, peeled down my leggings, and lifted my T-shirt over my head. Standing in my matching maroon bra and knickers - yes, I deliberately chose his favourite colour for his first night off work - I ran my hands over my breasts and sauntered closer to the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I said. “You and your big cock. You and your heavy balls.” I slid a hand into my knickers. “I wanted to touch myself, but I held back and I’ve been dripping wet for hours.” I pulled my hand out to show him my wet fingers.

“Fucking hell, Denise,” he said, eyes practically on stalks. “I’ve missed you, Baby.”

I slid my knees onto the bed and shuffled over to him, putting my fingers in his mouth so he could taste my juices.

“Dirty boy!” I said. “You like tasting Mummy’s pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” he moaned around my digits.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I said.

With a sudden urgency, he pulled my fingers out of his mouth and hefted himself up to a sitting position. He grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me down on the bed.

“Oh, Daddy!” I squealed, noticing his rock hard cock as he threw the covers aside. “You’re naked!”

His mouth came down on mine. His hands on my wrists, pinning me. I felt the brush of his cock head bouncing on my tummy as his tongue pushed between my lips. I wanted to feel it hit my belly from the inside. I was more than ready to be claimed.

But sometimes my man likes to slow-roll it when he takes me. Releasing my wrists, he put his hand underneath me to unfasten my bra clasp, then pulled the straps off my shoulders to free my breasts. He put one arm under my neck and began to pepper my face with tiny kisses. His right hand started to caress my left breast, first tickling my nipple with his thumb, and then mauling the whole tit with his greedy grip. His mouth came back to mine for more tonguing while his free hand cupped my pussy aggressively, rubbing my sticky lips through the satin. Sometimes my man wants to slow-roll it but he’s hungrier than he thinks!

“Taste Mummy’s pussy, Baby,” I said, pushing his head South. “Be a good boy now and use your tongue.”

I felt the smear of precum on my thigh as he kissed his way down, sucking at my tit on the way. The familiar scrabble of fingertips near my hips as he pulled at the waistband of my knickers sent thrills of anticipation through me. The peel of the gusset from my wet flaps and the cool air hitting the skin had me amped up to eleven.

As he threw my knickers aside, he looked in my eyes and licked his lips.

“You’re going to get such a fucking load, Baby,” he said, cupping his balls, “you’re going to be leaking from everywhere. But first I’m gonna make you come with my mouth, you filthy little bitch.”

“Mmm, yes please, Daddy,” I said, spreading my legs as he leaned in.

The knock on the bedroom door was soft and tentative, but unexpected enough to make us both jump. We scrambled to get under the covers before I called out.

“Is that you, love?”

The door opened slowly, as if whoever was behind it knew we needed time to compose ourselves. Light spilled into our darkened room from the landing, and Terryanne put her head around the door. She looked like she might cry.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she asked in a pleading voice.

“What’s the matter, love?” I asked as she stepped into the room.

“I’m scared,” she said, looking at her stockinged feet. “I was watching a horror movie, and I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Come on, love,” Jim said, “You’re nearly twenty. I’m sure you can manage in your own bed.”

I elbowed him in the ribs. Of course, he didn’t flinch, not in front of me and his little girl, but he got the message and shut his gob. His cock was pressed urgently against my bum, and I knew he was going to be disappointed, but so was I. Sometimes you have to put your child’s needs ahead of your own.

“If you’re really scared,” I said, “you can get in with me and your Dad. Just this once.”

She sniffed and seemed to brighten a little.

I threw back the covers and made a space between me and Jim. I wasn’t self-conscious about being naked - us girls have shared the bathroom plenty of times - but I was careful not to make a show of Jim’s cock, keeping it under wraps.

“Your Dad and I sleep in the nude, but don’t be embarrassed. Come and get in the middle,” I said. “Just like when you were little.”

It had been at least ten years since she’d slept with us. Ten years since she’d cockblocked her Dad.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I usually strip off too.” With that she pulled off her socks and cami top. She was about to remove her knickers as well, when I stopped her.

“We don’t want to make your Dad uncomfortable,” I said, even though I’m sure that behind me he was already trying to find somewhere to put his eyes that wasn’t her pert young tits.

She had pulled her knickers low enough to reveal a neatly trimmed tuft of dark pubic hair, and she seemed to hold them only high enough not to show her actual labia while she gazed at her Dad. It seemed like ten or twenty seconds later when she finally, and slowly, pulled them back up, snapping the waistband against her skin. I half expected her to say something about the fact that I was shaven.

Her tits bounced in a gravity-defying display as she hopped up onto the mattress and crawled over me to the middle of the bed.

I pulled the cover back in place and wrapped my arms around my Terryanne, big spooning my baby girl. So I didn’t have Jim licking or pounding me to climax, oh well. Sometimes it’s nice just to cuddle with your daughter.

Jim leaned over to kiss Terryanne on the forehead, and then me on the lips. He couldn’t resist slipping in his tongue, but he stopped short of anything else. I felt the heat between my legs as his stubble rubbed my cheek, not that there was much I could do about it.

Goodnight, you two,” he said, settling back onto his pillow.

“Goodnight, Jim,” I said as he turned off the lamp. “And goodnight, love,” I whispered to Terryanne.

“Goodnight,” she said.

For about thirty seconds, the three of us settled into comfortable positions. Jim seemed impossibly far away on the other side of the bed. It occurred to me that he was probably still hard, and hurting from it. The last thing he’d want was for Terryanne to accidentally touch his cock.

I understood his frustration, even as I enjoyed the warmth between Terryanne and myself. I cupped one of her tits - only a maternal, protective gesture - and nuzzled the hair on the back of her head. She pushed her bum back into me, nice and cosy.

Jim and I had gone to bed early, anticipating a couple of hours of sex, cuddling, more sex, and plenty of pillow talk to catch up after Jim’s shifts. Now we lay a couple of feet apart, not tired, still horny, and prevented from acting on it.

Like I always do, I let my imagination wander. I don’t need to come to enjoy myself (even though it’s obviously very nice when I do!). I don’t even need to be touched. Sometimes I can just picture something sexy and appreciate the fantasy for its own sake. So my mind started painting a dream.

With Terryanne almost silent in my arms, I could hear Jim’s heavy breath as clear as day. I used it as fuel for my mental images. I imagined him standing over me, waving his rock hard cock in my face, pressing it against my lips, groaning as I opened my mouth for him.

“Mmm,” I murmured, squeezing a little tighter.

In my mind, Jim was pushing deeper into my throat. I tried to feel it in my body, recalling the fullness of him pressing into my face. I loved giving him head, and I really loved it when he’d take control and use me. The feel of his fists full of my hair. The sensation of his scrotum against my chin. The soft, wrinkly bag in stark contrast to the hardness buried down my neck. The twitch of it as he began to spurt.

Call me a nasty whore if you like, but it’s not a crime to think about sexy things, even with your daughter in your arms. I swallowed as I remembered the slimy warmth of Jim’s cum on my tongue. If Terryanne hadn’t been in bed with us, I’d probably have been taking his load by then.

I don’t want to claim that my powers of imagination are any better than anyone else’s, but in my reverie, I was so lost that I completely forgot where I was, and who was with me. When I slid my hand down, it was to move it between my own legs, to my own soaking slit. There was no alarm bell ringing when my fingertips went under the waistband. Only when they became tangled in thick hair did a small voice in the back of my head start screaming.

I froze in place. Terryanne was still silent. Jim was still breathing heavy and slow. I still had my arms wrapped around my little girl. One hand squeezing her tit, and one hand in her knickers, fingers nestled in her pubes. I was, what, maybe an inch from her clit? Maybe less? How quickly could I withdraw without disturbing her?

I was still trying to figure out how to extricate myself when I felt a slight shifting of weight. Terryanne’s legs began to part, barely perceptibly. I remained stock still. The gap grew, and I opened my eyes to see her knee had risen enough to be standing straight up in the darkness.

Terryanne let out a sigh. I’m sure it was a sigh. But so quiet that I could barely hear it. Certainly her Dad had not. And then her buttocks tensed against me. She was pushing her hips up by the tiniest amount. Almost willing my fingers closer to her clit.

I looked at Jim. His eyes were closed, I think. It was very difficult to tell in the dark. The moon was out but the curtains allowed very little light through. He wouldn’t be asleep already, would he?

I don’t even know what I was thinking. I wanted sex, of course I did. I wanted intimacy. I’d been looking forward to it. Not just all day, but for several days. I knew Jim’s schedule and planned accordingly. I counted myself lucky that we were still very active in that department, even after twenty-one years. So why wasn’t I taking my hand away? Why wasn’t I gently, but firmly, closing my baby girl’s legs and whispering that she should try and sleep?

Her hair smelled of limes. I breathed it in deeply, rubbing my nose against her scalp and puckering my lips. Her hand covered mine and pressed, making me squeeze her tit once again. Again, the insistent push of the hips.

My pussy was dripping. I could feel the juices running over my skin. I was going to make a wet patch, I was sure of it. I told myself that I could stop at any time, and that I would stop if I wasn’t welcome, and that I’d get some vicarious relief for myself if I went ahead. I gave myself permission.

The tuft of hair, covering maybe two inches, went on forever as I gained ground. Zeno would have been baffled by the infinitesimal steps forward. It almost seemed like I wasn’t moving at all, it was only the continuous pushing of my Terryanne’s hips that drew me toward her.

Jim coughed, clearly awake, and my heart leapt into my mouth. He cleared his throat and sniffed back whatever was in his nasal airway, in that loud and disgusting way that only a man can. If he had opened his eyes he would surely have seen Terryanne’s leg propped up in the bed, and wondered what was going on. If he did, he didn’t make any sign or sound of it. Still, neither she nor I moved a muscle for a long few minutes.

I knew then that I was doing wrong. If having my hand between my daughter’s legs - or almost between them - was allowed, then I wouldn’t have been startled in the slightest. I’d be as free and easy as I was with Jim when we were alone, wouldn’t I?

God! Was I really thinking that way about my Terryanne? My little girl? That I’d be… intimate with her if I could get away with it? I had no real plan. I was playing it by ear. We were both dancing but nobody was leading.

That was it, wasn’t it? Without any discussion - by accident, in fact - we had arrived at that moment together. Both us wanting something undefined, and yet neither of us were willing to instigate.

As the parent, I should have been the one to act. I should have acted decisively in the direction of putting Terryanne in her own bed. No negotiating. I should have thrown off the bedspread and marched her to her room at that moment. I should have told her to sleep with the light on if she must, but at her age it was absolutely inappropriate to be in her parents’ bed. And with Terryanne out of the way, I could have Jim’s cock at last.

I didn’t do any of that. Because I wanted her. She was in my arms and I wanted more. I continued to drip. I was so aroused, I knew all I was doing was waiting for my moment. I was going to do it. I was definitely going to do it. I didn’t need to come, but I needed to make her come.

When Jim’s breathing became slow and regular, Terryanne’s hips began to move again. She still wanted me to touch her. In fact, her movements were even more urgent and needy than they had been before the shock of Jim’s cough.

I dared to take the initiative. I let my fingers split in the middle and swept my hand down until my palm was over her pubes and my fingers were touching her labia. I cupped her there and ran my closed lips over the back of her head. I wanted my mouth to have some company, but she was facing the wrong way.

She rubbed herself against my hand, but I wasn’t applying any pressure. If anything I was teasing. I dipped a finger between her lips to find her hole slick. With my finger moistened, I moved it beside her clit and began gently stimulating her.

“Uh!” she moaned, a little too loud for comfort.

“Shh,” I breathed gently, right by her ear for the sake of discretion.

Her free hand covered mine, encouraging me to rub her button more aggressively. There was no doubt about it. My daughter wanted me.

I listened for any change in Jim’s breathing. When it seemed safe, I went ahead and put my wet finger directly on Terryanne’s clit.

She loosened her grip on both of my hands, moving them clear and giving me room.

I dipped into her pussy again for lubrication, while my other hand left her tit and covered her mouth. I needed her to know that what I was doing was conditional. I needed her silence.

She remained quiet, under my power, rolling her hips smoothly enough not to rock the bed. Her arms seemed to jerk and spasm, as if she was channeling the need to cry out into her limbs.

I moved my head to kiss her neck, searching for a spot where her skin was bare, unobstructed by her long, chocolate-brown hair. Finding bare flesh, I licked along her jawbone, intensifying my assault in her knickers.

I wondered if she had ever had a woman pleasure her before. Certainly she wasn’t a virgin, but I had assumed from a lack of contrary evidence that she only went for boys. Did I awaken this side of her, or was she already aware of it?

When she started to shake more violently, I tightened my grip on her face. My left hand was wet with saliva as she writhed in my grasp. My right hand was wet with her fluids as she creamed her knickers. She was coming. My baby girl was coming.

“Nng!” came out between my fingers. The loudest sound yet.

I held still while she rode the waves, clenching her thighs tight and trapping my fingertips.

“Good girl,” Jim said suddenly. “Did Mummy make you come?” He flicked on the light.

“Uh! Yes, Daddy,” Terryanne said between my fingers.

Exposed, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I stared into Jim’s eyes, not sure if I should be guilty or accusing or excited. I felt my face flushing.

He threw back the cover, and I saw my baby girl’s hands around her Daddy’s cock, as surely as he saw my hand between her legs. Legs that still twitched as her orgasm faded to afterglow.