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 Title: Shelly's Secret Chapter 1


Summary: Shelly's Secret Chapter 1


Keywords: True Story, Incest





   My name is Greg.  This is a true story that really happened when was
still at home.  I was eighteen at the time and had just discovered about
sex.  Listening to some older guys had clued me in as to parts of it.  I
was always playing with myself, but I was not all that sure what sex was
all about just yet.  I had already been having wet dreams, but didn't know
exactly what having sex with a girl was all about either.  I'd wake up at
night feeling really good, and the damp area of my underwear would be
cooling by then.  I felt really embarrassed, and would quickly change.  I'd
stuff the soiled underwear deep into the dirty clothes hamper.  I hoped by
the time my mom did wash the spot would dry, or she'd figure a wet towel in
the basket had dampened them.

   My dad was a roofer, and worked steady, unless the weather was bad.  He
had been a strict father, and had been pretty tough on us kids.  I had an
older sister named Shelly.

   Mom worked a lot.  She had a good job at a local car assembly plant.  It
was good pay and steady.  She was always gone though.  She didn't have
enough time in, to get a good shift, so she mostly worked in the evenings.
She'd get home after midnight, sometimes even later if she stopped at the
bar with her friends for drinks.

   Anyway, this all started one day when I had been nosing around just
being curious.  I had gotten into my parents closet and was just poking
around when I discovered an old crumpled box on my dad's side of the
closet. It was on the upper shelf covered by some old hats.  As I lifted
the lid, I couldn't believe my eyes.  It was a stash of pornographic
magazines.  I knew right then, I should have gotten out of there.  My head
was pounding as I picked up the top one and flipped through the pages.  My
mouth was as dry dirt, and I remember shaking so bad, I thought I might
loose my balance.  I was standing on a chair to reach the shelf.

   I grabbed the one magazine, got down, pulled the chair away and made a
dash for the bathroom.  Our house was small and had only one bathroom.  It
was about the only place that I could be alone.  My bedroom door didn't
have a lock on it.

   Shelly was outside in the yard.  This was during the summer.  Mom and
dad figured Shelly was responsible enough to be left alone during the day.
Mom had gone to work early.  She always got a lot of extra overtime hours
in the summer.

   Locking the door, I sat down on the cool linoleum, and with almost
reverence, started studying the magazine.  It had an old glossy cover.  The
pages were worn, and the corners all bent.  I don't think there was much
text.  If there was, I didn't waste time with it.

   The pictures inside were of everything.  On the first few pages, women
were laid out on beds showing guy's sticking their dicks into them.  I
didn't know much about sex then, but I knew your dick was supposed to go
into the girl.  I wasn't even sure at the time what a girl's private parts
looked like.

   As I paged through the book, my little dick was at full attention.  I
remember not even wanting to waste time getting out my pecker.  I just
shifted my jeans to make more room in the front, and kept on looking.  I
could not believe that girls actually did this kind of stuff for real.  One
page showed several girls with a dick in their mouth, as they sat on
another one.  I had to force myself to swallow every once and a while, just
to wet my throat.

   I was only about half way through when I heard the screen door slam.  I
knew Shelly was now in the house.  I had to stop.  I stood up and flushed
the toilet to make her think that was what was going on.  I stuffed the
magazine under some towels by the sink, and tried to bend my pecker to
where it didn't show.  Finally, I had to just pull it up straight against
my stomach and hope it wasn't going to be noticed.  I wasn't particularly
big or anything but the little sucker was rock hard, and wouldn't go down.
Shelly's banging on the door startled me.  She had to go.

   "Hurry up," yelled Shelly.

   I was still pale, and my heart was pounding as I exited the bathroom.

   "What do you want for lunch?" Shelly yelled from the bathroom.

   I was making my way to my room when Shelly hollered, if hot dogs were ok
with me too.

   "Ok," I said, even though I wasn't a bit hungry.

   As soon as I heard Shelly go back in the kitchen, I raced back to the
bathroom to retrieve the magazine.  As quietly as I could, I replaced it in
the closet, making sure to put everything back the way I found it.

   All through lunch I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. 
Visions of those girls naked, and actually having sex played over and over
in my head.  I probably hadn't said a word at all.  Shelly startled me back
to reality.

   "What's wrong with you?" she asked.

   "Nothin, Just ain't hungry I guess," I told her.

   Shelly was a nice sister.  We were always close.  We didn't have a lot
of neighbors with kids our ages, so we had grown up as play buddies also.
We had always been together when we were young.  We really never had many
fights or anything like that.  Mom and Dad did all the fighting.  That was
maybe why we stuck together so much.  Dad and mom were always at each other
about things.  Honestly, It was probably a good thing Mom's work kept her
away so much.  Dad was home in the evenings alone with us, and that was
probably best.

   Dad never did much at home.  He'd work all day on someone else's house,
and he seemed pretty beat when he got home.  Mom had shown Shelly how to
cook early on.  Most times we just ate simple meals mom had gotten ready in
the morning.  Dad was not one to cross.  If you had chores, or homework to
do, you have better have them done.  He wasn't a warm person you could talk
to.  Mostly he would just grab a beer and settle into the couch and watch
TV.

   "Coming outside?" Shelly asked.

   "Naw," I said.  "I'll just probably sort out some ball cards in my
room." I lied.

   Nothing would keep me from getting another look in that box.  She went
out to the yard again.

   As soon as I felt it was safe, I raced back to my parent's room and dug
into that box again.  I couldn't believe all the stuff in there.  Mostly
magazines, but other stuff too.  There were some playing cards, like for
poker or something.  The edges of the cards were all worn and curled.  The
deck was just wrapped with a thin rubber band.  I remember the top card
being a joker and instead of the normal kind of picture there was a full
color picture of a woman holding two dicks against her face.  I pried the
other cards away and was shocked as I realized each card was a different
picture of sex positions on them.  Real stuff too.  Not just naked poses,
but actual close-ups of girls doing sex.  I held on to the cards and
grabbed another magazine, and went to the bathroom again.  I was sitting on
the floor with the magazine in my lap, thumbing through the cards.  Each
one was a jaw dropping shot of some sex position I had never dreamed of
before.

   I was being careful to lay each card out in sequence on the cover of the
magazine just in case dad had an order to them.  I must have had ten cards
on my lap when the bathroom door burst open.  In my hurry, I must have
forgotten to lock the door right.  Shelly had come back in the house
without me hearing her.

   "Shelly, God Damm!" I cried.

   The door bounced against my legs.  The magazine flipped off my lap and
the cards slid off across the floor.

   "What's going on?  Get out," I yelled, trying to cover as much as I
could, but it was useless.

   Shelly just stood there for a moment not saying anything.  I couldn't
think of anything to say either.  Just awkward silence, and dread on my
part.  Finally she stooped down, and picked up one of the loose cards near
her foot.  It was one of a girl sucking on a guy's huge cock.  I could have
died right then.  She seemed to study the card for some time, and finally
said something I've never forgotten.

   "Do you like looking at this stuff?" she asked softly.

   I started muttering something about, it not being mine.

   "I've got to clean up the lunch mess." she interrupted, "We can talk
after I'm done." She handed me the card she was holding, and left.

   I didn't think I had the strength to even get up off the floor.  I just
sat there wishing I were dead.  Finally, I started rounding up the cards,
trying to re-order them as if it mattered now.  I walked back towards my
room carrying the cards and magazine right out in the open.

   I went in my room and sat on the edge of the bed.  I was dreading the
next few minutes.  Finally, hearing Shelly in the hall, I knew it was
coming.  Shelly walked into my room.  She came over and just stood right in
front of me.  She didn't seem especially mad, but I was too ashamed to even
look her in the face.  I remember sort of fidgeting with the edges of the
cover of the magazine.  After what seemed like an eternity of awkward
silence, she reached out and put one hand on my shoulder and put the other
right on the stuff in my lap.  She sort of bent over and leaned real close
into me.  She spoke softly, almost at a whisper.

   "I understand," she said "I know what you are going through."

   I was still bracing for an ass chewing, which I was sure would follow
but she kept her quiet tone, and continued.

   "Look, I know how you guys are." she said.

   "Sis, I'm sorry you saw this stuff," I interrupted.  "I was just curious
and wanted to know about stuff the older guys at school are always talking
about."

   "I understand," she repeated.  "Anyway, you know this isn't the first
time I've seen this stuff."

   My jaw must have dropped in my lap as I stuttered to say something.  She
knew about dad's stash.

   "Huh," I said, "You knew about this stuff?"

   "Have for several years now, she said sort of matter of fact.

   I could have almost slid off the bed at this point.  She already knew
about this kind of stuff already.  Suddenly my eyes were on her and I was
studying her face for a clue as to what she was up to.

   "Why didn't you ever say anything about it?" I asked.

   "Because you weren't ready yet." she said.

   "But how did you find it?" I stuttered.

   "I've known all about sex for a couple of years now," she said.

   I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my sister.  We
were close, but I don't think I would have ever discussed private stuff
like this with her.

   Shelly started to say something then paused.  She seemed hesitant about
something and at a loss for words.  I was still watching her intently as
she kind of turned away from me and took a couple steps toward the door. 
She caught the edge and quietly moved it closed.  She had her back to me as
I heard the door click shut.  She kind of stayed there for a moment with
her forehead leaning against the door.  I knew something serious was on her
mind.  Finally she turned back and came right up beside me and sat down on
the bed.  Her face seemed only inches from mine.  She took a deep breath,
and shocked the hell out of me.

   "Dad and I do sex all the time." she kind of blurted out.

   "WHAT?" I must have shouted, because she hushed me.

   "We've been doing it for about two years now," she said.

   "Naw, Huh, No way, I mean how?  When?  Does mom know?" I was just kind
of stuttering.  I couldn't believe any of this conversation.

   "Quiet," she scolded me, "Keep your voice down."

   I couldn't believe this.  She was having sex with dad and worried about
me making to much noise.

   "Look," she said, "It started a couple years ago, just after my breasts
began to develop.  Dad started coming-on to me when mom was gone, which is
like always."

   "You let him." I whispered, "You let him stick his thing in you?"

   "Well Duh!" she said.

   "Does he squirt cum too?" I asked.

   Shelly looked at me kind of funny and said, "Well what do you think he
does silly, just go limp?  He always gets his "Nut" off with me," she said,
as though she was right proud of it.  I just couldn't get used to Shelly
talking like this.  "His nut!" She had never let on that she was anything
more that a shy, innocent young girl.

   My Sister, fucking my Dad, this is incredible I thought.  My own fears
over being caught looking at dirty pictures were now gone.  The
conversation was now all about Shelly and Dad.

   "When, How?" I pressed.

   "Usually in the evenings if you're out and gone playing somewhere." she
responded.

   "Does mom know?" I asked.

   "Probably not." said Shelly.  "Not that she'd really care.  I don't know
if mom and dad even do it anymore."

   "He's always on to me.  I don't know if he'd have enough stuff left to
do mom too." she sort of laughed nervously.

   "Wow!" I said.  "But, won't you get a baby?"

   "NO!" she answered real quickly, "Dad said he had an operation.  He told
me he was safe now"

   "Isn't he really big?" I asked.  "How, I mean you're not all grown up
yet"

   I couldn't believe the questions I was throwing at her, or the cool
manner in which she replied.

   "He stretched me out some at first, but now I can take him without a
problem," she answered.

   "What does he do?  I mean does he just jump on you and DO IT?" I
persisted.

   "Well no, silly, we usually fool around awhile before we get down to the
fucking part." She chided me.

   "Fool around?" Huh, I wanted details now.  "You mean like sucking off
too," I asked.

   "Well most times." she said.

   "Where do you do it?" I asked.

   "Lots of places, but mostly in Mom and Dad's room now." she said.

   I was dumbfounded.  This was incredible!  Shelly and Dad were screwing
away in mom's bed when she was at work, and me, stupid me, out playing ball
or something somewhere.

   My hormones were doing all the talking now.  I had a million questions,
and Shelly seemed Ok at answering all of them.  I've always thought later,
that she was probably tired of keeping the secret, and ready to share it
with someone.

   All this time, Damm!  I thought.  Sis was getting it on with dad, and I
was just wacking-off to my silly fantasies.  Dad and she were actually
doing IT!

   Incredible!  I had completely forgotten about the stuff on my lap, which
now paled in comparison to this news.  I even left it lay on my bed for a
moment forgetting completely about it.  "We really need to put this stuff
back," said Shelly, picking up the porno.  "You don't want dad to catch you
with this."

   "You've seen this stuff?" I asked.

   "Sure, and a lots more." Shelly smiled.

   "What?  MORE?" I asked

   "Movies, Videos, lots." she replied.

   "Where?  Can I see?  Please?" I was almost begging her.

   "Maybe." was her only reply, "Now let's get this stuff back." At this
point my balls were ready to explode.

   "No, we have to talk about this more." I begged.

   "I want to see it." I started.

   "See it?" she laughed nervously, "You mean like watch?"

   "Huh," That thought had not crossed my mind.  But now that she had
brought up the idea, it stuck in my head.

   Shelly knew exactly where the porno belonged.  She had drug the chair
over to the closet as if she'd done it a thousand times.  She even arranged
the box contents exactly as they had been.  Jumping down off the chair, she
was face to face with me now.

   Whatever came over me, I'll never know, but I said, "YES."

   "Yes what?" she said, looking at me strangely.

   "Yes, I want to watch."

   Shelly looked stunned for a moment.  She turned her head away and
started to brush past me.

   "Watch me what?" she asked.

   I was so into all this at that point I figured "what the hell."

   "Really, I mean it." I continued, following her.

   Shelly seemed to be trying to get away from me at this point.  Suddenly
she stopped at the door and turned to me.  "How?  Really how could you
watch?  Dad would know"

   "Not if you helped." I said.

   "Where, How?" she asked again.

   "Here!" I said, "Right in here." We were standing next to the bed in
which he had apparently done "it" with her maybe a hundred times.

   "I could hide in there.," I said pointing back to the closet.

   "No way," said Shelly "He'd see you."

   At this point I was so excited that I was desperately trying to
formulate some plan, some way.  I just sort of began making it up as I
went.

   "No he wouldn't if I moved around the junk on mom's side.  I could slip
in here, and you could tell him I went to Rick's."

   "You could do it in here, and I could watch.  Then after he does you,
I'll slip out and "pretend to come home later."

   "Please, Please, Shelly?  I've never wanted anything so bad." I said. 
"Please, I'll never tell anyone or ask anything of you again?  PLEASE?"

   Shelly had moved back over to the closet again and was peering in. 
studying the mess inside.  For some reason Shelly didn't seem outraged at
my suggestion.  Instead she actually seemed to be considering the
possibility of it.

   "How would you get out of the house?" she asked.

   "Out my window," I said, "It's at the back of the house, and I can get
to the woods without being seen."

   "Dunno." she said shaking her head.

   I knew I had her and with a little more begging, she might actually let
me watch her do a fuck with dad.

   "Let me think about it, OK." she said.

   I figured I was better off not pushing the issue at this point, and let
it rest.

   What a day.  I couldn't believe these events.  I went from a horny
desperate kid with only his fist as an outlet for sex, to possibly getting
to witness my first real fuck.  Dinner couldn't come too soon for me.  Dad
usually got home around 5, and dinner was usually right away.

   Dad's pick-up pulled into the drive right after 5:15.  He looked rough,
and headed to the house.  I stayed outside until Shelly called out that
dinner was ready.  Shelly was cool to me during dinner, and didn't say
much. Dad even noticed, and asked about it.

   "Nothing is wrong," she said, when he asked.  "Just quiet I guess."

   I wasn't sure how to read Shelly, so I figured "I would grab the bull by
the horns," so to speak.

   "Dad, Is it OK if I go to Rick's tonight after supper?" I asked.

   I gave a look to Shelly to see if she was following my lead.

   "Chores done?" dad barked.

   "Yep." I answered.

   "Alright then, but not real late." was the reply.

   "YES," I thought.

   Shelly said nothing, and we finished dinner.  Dad said he was going to
take a shower after dinner, which he did sometimes.  This would be my
chance to hide.  Shelly seemed to still be undecided as I helped carry the
dirty dishes to the sink.

   "Take out the garbage when you leave Greg." dad shouted as he headed
into the bathroom.

   "Shelly?" I looked, pleading.

   "That's a good sign he's horny." she said.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Shower silly, He always wants to shower first, and then fuck," she
said.

   Damm, I thought.  How many times had this happened, and I was unaware.
Now that I thought about it, I was usually at one of my friend's houses
right after dinner.  All this time they had been in his room fucking, and I
was out somewhere.

   "Please?" I begged.

   Shelly hesitated for a moment but I think she was feeling sorry for me,
finally she said "Alright, but you got to promise you'll be careful,"

   The words I had waited for all day.  "I love you, Sis.  I said.

   "GO!  Take the trash." she said laughing.

   I ran like a crazy person to the garbage pile, and pitched the bag in. I
then raced back to the house.  Dad was still running the shower as I
sneaked past the hall door, and into his room.  The closet in their room
was really deep.  We didn't have a basement or cellar.  I guess the
builders put in extra storage by making the closets real deep.  Mom's end
is always piled with every kind of box or crap you could imagine.  I
scooted way to the back, and slid down behind some tall boxes.  I left the
sliding closet door open just enough to get a good view of the bed.  I
pulled some long dresses hanging down in front of me together but left a
small gap open.

   Shortly, the running water stopped.  I figured dad was toweling off.  It
wasn't long before he walked into the room.  He was wearing only a green
towel, wrapped around his waist.  Shelly was still finishing up in the
kitchen.

   "Shelly?" dad called impatiently.  His loud voice startled me.

   "Just a minute." she called back.  I heard her head into the bathroom
and the water in the sink ran for just a little, and then it stopped.

   Dad had stretched out on the bed, and was leaning back against the
headboard.  The towel still covered his waist.  The bed was sideways to the
closet.  I watched him picking at some gray hairs on his chest.  Before
long, Shelly walked in.  She stood at the edge of the bed.  To my shock she
was nude from the waist down.  She put one knee on the bed.  Her hair was
pulled up in a twist.  Her body was exquisite.  I'd never had guessed her
to be so sexy before.  She showed absolutely no shame or embarrassment
about being half-naked in front of my father.

   Up until then, I really didn't know if I believed her or not about this
whole thing.  The seriousness of the situation was now beginning to dawn on
me.  Here was my older sister parading around partially naked, and
obviously not kidding about any of this.  She was actually going to do a
fuck with my father, and do it right in front of me.  For some reason I
started trembling almost uncontrollably.  I wasn't necessarily scared or
anything like that.  I think just the reality of the whole thing was
finally beginning to sink in.

   Shelly's legs seemed so long.  Of course, I had never seen them all the
way up before.  She had the kind of young girl shape that left a gap
between her legs at the crotch when she walked.  Her upper thighs had not
begun to fill in yet.  Dad reached for her, but she teasingly turned away,
and walked right over to the closet door in front of me.  The doors were
mirrored, and she stood by my end looking into the glass.  With one hand
she grabbed the end of the partially open door, pretending to be adjusting
it.  She slid the door open a little more.  She was acting like she was
interested in just how her hair should be done up.  My sister had just the
faintest patch of light brown fuzzy hair covering her pussy area.  Dad was
getting an eyeful of her backsides.

   I couldn't believe my eyes when dad undid his towel.  As he flipped it
open, a huge man-size pecker, which was half-hard, flopped out and lay
across his one thigh.  Shelly saw this in the mirror and stopped primping.
She turned around towards him.  Shelly was still wearing a small, light
colored, pullover top.  As she turned towards my dad she lifted the shirt
up over her head.  As she lifted the top it caught on her hair and caused
it to unfold and drop over her shoulders.  She shook out her hair with a
sexy toss of her head.  She still had a little white bra on.  Facing right
at dad she reached back and unhooked it.  She hunched her shoulders forward
and slipped the bra off in front.

   I couldn't see her breasts right off, because she had turned away now
and was walking over to the bed.  This full frontal view of her had
certainly brought my dad's cock up to full size.  She tossed her top and
bra towards the dresser.  She missed.  Both landed on the floor next to the
bed, but she continued on towards my father.

   Dad patted a spot next to him.  Shelly leaned over, and without
hesitation crawled across the bed on her knees.  Leaning down over him she
scooped his now stiff prick up with one hand and holding it straight up,
then just lowered her mouth right down on to it without him saying a word.
She was on all fours, kind of sideways to him with her butt stuck up in the
air and aimed right back at me.  Her head began moving slowly up and down.
She seemed to deliberately reposition her legs wide apart, so that I would
be able to see.  Dad reached over to her and started rubbing her back and
neck.  After a little bit, his hand moved down to her butt.  His fingertips
slid up and down the crack of her ass.  Shelly didn't seem distracted in
the least, and kept on bobbing away on him.

   Shelly had not been sucking on him too long when she straightened up,
and turned around.  Now facing me, I got my first, fantastic view of her
tits.  She was heaven.  I'd never dreamed anything could be so erotic.  Her
breasts were firm and round.  They were about the size of a couple tennis
balls.  Her small nipples had the bright pink color of small cherries.  Her
smooth young skin was lightly tanned and tight.

   Shelly crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed, in as close to a
straight line with me as she could.  She was now kneeling at the edge of
the bed, straight up with her legs apart facing the mirror, and ME.  Her
mouth and lips were all wet with saliva and she drew the back of her hand
across her face to wipe them dry.  Then placed her hands on her hips, she
then slid her hands along each side.  She asked dad if he thought she was
putting on to much weight.

   "Do you think I'll get fat like mom?" she asked teasing.

   Dad laughed, and rolled over.  He knelt up and came up behind her.  He
pushed his dick right through Shelly's open legs.  It poked out in front of
her by several inches.  The end of it had a glistening wet shine from
Shelly's own saliva.  She gently reached down between her legs, and lifted
the huge thing up against her.  She toyed with the dick as if it belonged
to her.

   "What's it like to pee standing up?" she asked, holding the cock as a
guy would, when he pisses.  She was playfully tugging and aiming it around

   Dad pulled her shoulders back against his chest, causing more of the
cock to jut out even farther.

   "Sometime when I ain't so hard, I'll let you do it for me." he laughed.

   I was shocked at the casual conversation they were having during all
this.  Shelly was acting as if this whole business was the most natural
thing in the world.  Shelly let go of the cock, and pressed her hands back
on her hips.  Dad was nibbling at the side of her neck now and feeling up
her titties.  This must have been tickling her because she drew her
shoulder against her neck.

   Dad's frame was probably twice as wide as Shelly's.  He almost encircled
her body.  Shelly was staring straight into the mirror, watching herself.
Finally, she reached around her back and spread her butt cheeks open and
closed several times.  Dad needed no further encouragement.

   Dad stopped pawing Shelly and now sat on the edge of the bed alongside
her.  With his feet on the floor he laid out on his back.  He patted his
stomach as a sort of invitation for her to get on top.  Shelly was
playfully teasing him and taunted him by raising only her one leg.  Shelly
seemed to be stubbornly refusing to move from her spot.  Finally, he
relented and scooted over under her.  Only then did Shelly lower herself
down.  Dad's cock waved around out in front of her belly like a steel
spring.  His head was now behind her back and I knew he could not possibly
see me this way.  I think Shelly was arranging this position just for me.

   With Shelly sitting across him she caught hold of his dick and held it
straight up.  She now began playing with it by batting it back against her
stomach.  Shelly started gently slapping the sides of it and waving it side
to side.  I think she was maybe just testing it for proper stiffness. 
Satisfied, she raised a hand to her mouth she spit in it and then stroked
the shaft a couple of times and finished off by smearing spit over the
cock's head.  She raised herself up on one knee and used a couple fingers
to hold open her pussy.  With her other hand she held the cock shaft steady
and pressed it firmly against her.  She kind of pushed herself against it.
Shelly's pussy resisted at first then split open like a ripe fruit and the
cockhead disappeared.  Then the rest followed.  I couldn't believe how
easily the darn thing went into her, or where it all went.  Halfway down it
must have gotten tight.  With just a slight little wiggle from her hips the
whole god-damn thing just up and disappeared inside her.  She gave another
little wiggle to get it set in and flattened right out on his hips.

   To this day, I still vividly recall that wildly erotic moment.  The
first time I actually saw her penetrated by that dick.  Dad's balls were
covered with dark hair, and against her young skin, the contrast was truly
amazing.

   I was sort of shocked when I noticed the expression on Shelly's face. 
Her mouth was partly open and her eyes rolled back.  I realized at that
point Shelly was actually enjoying the sensation of having that bull size
cock of dad's buried inside of her.  It hadn't occurred to me that a girl
would enjoy sex the way a guy would.

   When Shelly did finally snap back to reality she leaned forward a
little, pushing her hands between his knees, spreading them open just a
bit. She needed to do this so I would be able to watch his prick doing its
thing.  I guessed that dad was under the impression that Shelly was doing
all this to watch herself in the closet mirror.

   I was already about to come in my pants when she slowly began to work
her hips up and down.  The shaft still buried inside her, now pulled at her
pussy when she lifted up.  I remember looking up at her face as she rode
that big fat old dick.  She was smiling now, and flashed me a wink.

   I couldn't see dad's face anymore.  He had settled down on his back.  I
could hear him moaning.  His hands came up and held Shelly by the hips.  He
was pulling her down tight against his crotch.  She was still leaning
forward pressing her hands into his thighs for balance.  She was also
holding them apart so they wouldn't block my view.

   After a dozen or so thrusts, she'd settle down completely, and give that
little wiggle again, grinding her pussy against his hips.  Shelly was
controlling the tempo and depth of his thrusts at this point.  I was amazed
at the way her body flexed.  It was very obvious that she had become quite
skilled at fucking.  At one point she reached down and caught dad's ball
sack, and held it tight up against her.  This caused dad's entire cock
shaft to be buried in her.  I remember wondering how there was room for
that much inside her.

   Shelly seemed to really be enjoying this part too.  The grin on her face
was not just for show.  She had total control over dad at this point. 
Maybe the only time she ever did.  He was completely submissive to her,
maybe only because of the pleasure she could give him.

   Shelly lifted herself up off the dick again, and it popped out.  It was
still standing stiff as a steel rod.  It was all shinny and wet.  She used
her fist to give it a couple of quick, hard strokes, then raised back up
and stuffed the thing back up inside her.  Sometime during this I looked
down and noticed dad's legs.  His heels were arched upward, only his toes
were still touching the floor.  His calves and knees were shaking wildly.
His whole being was caught up, in an effort to drive his cock as deeply
into her as he could.  With only his toes for support, he was straining to
thrust upward.  I remember being so stunned at the reaction he was having.

   Dad didn't last long.  After a couple of series of this, he suddenly
slammed his hips against Shelly and let out with a loud moan.  He pumped
his hips about three or four more times urgently against her and then
started jerking spastically.  Dad was bouncing against her but she hung on,
keeping her balance.  Dad's grip on her waist was intense and she just rode
it out.

   Dad's orgasm lasted probably fifteen to twenty seconds before he started
to slow down.  Shelly had settled back down on his hips, and was doing that
little wiggle thing again.  She was grinding herself slowly.  She seemed to
be trying to milk out the last few jolts out of the old man.  His moans
were letting us both know that he was really enjoying this.

   Then, Shelly just kind of sat still.  I think at this point she was just
enjoying the sensation of having dad's cock twitching inside her.  After a
little bit she sort of lifted herself up just a little and stayed there. 
Dads cock pulled at her pussy lips almost as if it were stuck.  It was then
that I noticed globs of white semen sliding down his cock.

   Shelly leaned forward and seemed to be waiting for this.  I couldn't
believe it when Shelly began using her fingers to trap the goo.  I'm not
certain what she was trying to do, but she seemed to enjoy just playing
with the stuff.  The white slime continued ooze out covering dad's pubic
hair.  Shelly was still playing with it.  She was stretching out little
strands of the sticky cum until they broke.  I glanced up and saw she was
smiling the whole time.

   While she was still doing this, she looked up and gave a look right in
my direction.  I was stunned when she brought her one hand close against
her chest and gave me a secretive thumbs-up signal and mouthed the words;
"I told you so!"



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