The storm rages outside. I sit in my bed next to my wife, Amanda, as the flash of lightning highlights the details of our room. We both know that means that our daughter, Jenna, would soon be begging to get into our bed. Even at 18, she is still afraid of thunder storms. I roll over and look at my wife. At 38, she still has a nice figure. Her slender thighs curve up nicely to form her tight ass and her toned stomach is an open invitation to explore the gentle curve of her firm C cup breasts. Her nipples are just as perky now as they were when I used to cop feels when we were in high school.
I reach over and place my hand on her breast. She giggles and rolls onto her back. I can feel her extremely sensitive nipple stiffen in my palm. Her hand finds my thickening cock and she squeezes slightly. I close my fingers over her nipple and pinch. Amanda gasps as I do this, her back arching to press her breast against my palm. I lean in to kiss her neck.
With a dying beep, the house goes dark and silent. It always amazes me how dark it gets when the power is out. All the lights we don’t notice during our normal life are now extinguished. The clocks, the LED’s from the TV, from the DVD player, all dark now. I fondle Amanda’s breast, hoping the last peal of thunder didn’t wake Jenna. I don’t want to lose the moment Amanda and I are building. I sigh heavily when I see the faint glow of light from Jenna’s flashlight seeping under the door as she walks slowly down the hallway from her room to ours.
A faint knock at the door is followed by a quiet “mom, Daddy?”
“We should pretend we are asleep and don’t hear her,” I whisper in Amanda’s ear. She giggles and sighs.
“Go open the door, you know she hates storms, we can finish this later. ”
I get out of bed, trying to adjust my still hard cock as I move to the door. I open the door, standing behind it a little.
Several hours later, I roll over and wrap my arm around Amanda. My hand rests on her flat stomach. I can feel her muscles moving as she breathes softly in her sleep. I slip my hand under her shirt and slowly move up, caressing her soft skin. My fingers move up over the curve of her breast, barely touching her skin. Her nipple is already stiff when I reach it, so I pinch gently. She moans deeply and arches her back, pressing her breasts against my hand.
Morning arrives with the smell of pancakes. I get up and adjust my pajamas. Jenna is still sleeping on the other side of the bed. I head downstairs and into the kitchen. Amanda is standing in front of the stove, still wearing her bed clothes. I move up behind her, wrapping my arms around her body and slipping my hand under her shirt. She presses back against me as I move my hand down inside her panties.
“Good morning baby, did you have a good night?” I chuckle in her ear.
“Not bad,” she answers as my fingers run through the soft hair of her neatly trimmed mound. Confusion runs through my head as I play with Amanda’s soft bush “I moved into Jenna’s room about 30 minutes after she invaded our bed.
I move to the table and sit down, dumbfounded as Jenna comes bouncing into the kitchen, also still wearing her bedclothes. I am amazed by how much they look alike. My mind is blown as a sudden realization dawns on me. If Amanda was in Jenna’s room then…
“Good morning mom,” she says cheerfully, “And good morning to you too daddy!” She leans over and kisses me on the cheek.
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