The Movie Night SeXStoRY

Losing your wife and love of your life can be so quick and unexpected. She took off with another man and I was just crushed. My whole life changed in a matter of a week. And worse yet, she wanted nothing to do with our da**hter Angela. Such trauma for her as well. Angela was a mere ch*ld at age tw**ve. I had to ask myself how the hell I was going to raise her and keep my business going on the side. I knew that I wasn’t interested in a relationship, so that was not an interference in the new responsibility that I was fo*ced to accept. Angela was growing into a cute t**n and those things entered my mind as well. What do I tell her about a first breakup, or what if her and a girlfriend have it out. I don’t know the words to tell her. Guys and gals think and act totally different. Two guys will have a fight and then it will be all over and friends again. What do girls do?. Anyway, the first several months went better than expected. It was then that I received a call from my s****r who lived 1 hour up the interstate. It was a welcomed call. I hadn’t seen her since the divorce was finalized. She asked “hey big b*o, how are things going down there?”. I answered “not bad hun. Better than I thought they would. I have been so busy that I don’t have much time to think of anything but work and taking care of Angela (Angie),,” She said “good. Can I help you with anything around the house?” “sure. Come on down. The house could use a good cleaning. You know how guys are.”. She said “ I will be down this weekend and get you up to date with chores. I may spend the weekend cause Jeff is away on business”. I said “cool, we will be excited to have you here, Karen.” With that, we said our goodbyes. I immediately had a sense of relief and realized I was not in this alone. Karen and I had always been close. We were just 2 years apart, me being the oldest. She always looked up to me and this is a way she could continue to show how much it meant to her. Our parents were travelling all the time. We had to learn a lot by helping each other. In fact, as I recall, it was the first girl that I ever caught a peek of. When she was tw**elve , she was changing her clothes in her room one day. She thought I was outside and left her door ajar. I was walking down the carpeted hall and when I passed her room, I got curious. When I looked in, she was taking off her school uniform. I watched quietly as she removed her blouse and the training bra. Her boobs were small but were developing into little round globes. I could see the nipples as the a/c made them hard when the bra came off. My hand dropped below and I started rubbing my penis though the sports shorts I had on. She then unfastened her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She was just standing there with only her pr*t**n white panties on. She was facing the mirror and I had a good angle to see the reflection. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly dropped them. When I looked up, I could see her little crack and mound. There was just a few wisps of brown hair above where her crack started. I walked softly to my room, laid on my bed and took out my penis. I began stroking it’s length until I felt that funny feeling building. My nuts tightened up and I shot a huge glob on to my tummy. It is funny, but even to this day I have thought of that moment. I have masturbated to it numerous times. It is weird how things that you experience stick in your mind forever. It never went beyond that. But it left lots of thoughts for private time when I was alone. When Karen finally arrived we all hugged and appreciated seeing her again. With all the other stuff going on, it had been a while since we had gotten together. Karen : wow , great to see you two again Me. Yes, We have a lot to go over and catch back up on. Also, I want to discuss having you be my backup in case something happens to me. Karen. Ok, but let’s all get settled in for a weekend of fun first. , With that she took her bags to the spare bedroom that Angie had made up for her. Karen also had the plans laid out for the weekend, She wouldn’t take no for an answer. I Had fixed steaks on the grille so Friday night was covered. The next morning, Karen told me she needed to have a long talk with Angie. So she went upstairs and was up there in her room for at least two hours. I kept myself busy outside in the yard doing weekly chores. I went to the bathroom and when I passed Angie’s room I heard giggling. I figured all was very well. I went back downstairs to get some coffee and Karen came down without Angie with her. Karen: David, we need to talk . Me. Ok, have a seat at the table. Karen. David, I had a long talk with her. Being she turned thi****en last week, I thought I should explain some things. I told her everything she needs to know about us girls and what to expect around guys. I went into very explicit detail about boys and how they behave around girls, and what they do when they are by themselves, Also what is ok for girls to do. I held nothing back from her. She needs to know as not to be surprised if anything should happen later. Me: Wow, that takes a big relief off of me. Thanks so much for filling in. She doesn’t have a mother to do that. Karen. Glad to do it. Also, I told her anytime she needs to call me that she can. And you mister, don’t stop her no matter how late it is. Hear me? Me. Yes Ma’am. ( glad I got unlimited long distance and minutes) Karen also went on to tell me something that I never knew. Karen. David, I am going to tell you something that I have kept a secret all my life. Dad is gone now , but I will tell you only one thing. Remember when Mom came home dr**nk one night a crashed into the bathroom door? Me. Yes I do. That was funny as hell. Karen. Well, he never fixed that door for 4 weeks. We had to be careful when we went to use it. One night, I went to use the bathroom and when I started to open the door, I noticed the mirror reflection and he was stepping out of the shower. I was th****en. That was the first penis I ever saw. It was dangling below his balls. It wasn’t erect. About a week later, it happened again but this time when he stepped out, it was erect and very hard. I quickly ran down the hall to my room. Me: Damn Karen, why didn’t you tell me. I would have told no one. Karen: I felt ashamed to have caught him. That is why I did what I did today. She needs to know these things. Mom told me nothing about that stuff. Then she said they were going shopping. She needed to get a few gifts for Angie’s birthday. It was all on her. She wanted to buy some t**n c clothing so that Angie would feel more like her friends. When the returned Karen had her go upstairs and model an outfit for me. When Angie came down the steps, my heart fluttered. My little girl looked grown up. She had on a yellow sun dress, bra, and he hair had a permanent. Wow, I was used to seeing her in t-shirts. The dress and bra made her little globes stand out. And the dress gave her a womanly figure at the hips. All I could think was that I was glad she had that talk. I started to feel guilty about some thoughts I was having. It had been over a year since I had sex with a female but this was my dau**ter. It was so wrong. I put all that away and didn’t dwell on things. Karen left the next day. I hugged her and thanked her for all she had done. On the next morning, Angie got ready for school. About noon, I had finished my sales paperwork and decided to take a shower. As I passed Angie” room, I went inside to make sure she made the bed. I immediately notice the yellow drsss on a hanger, and net to it in the laundry hamper, I notice a matching pair of panties. I walked over to them and saw a stain in the crotch. I started to feel that funny groin feeling and was getting an erection. I told myself that it was a sick thought and turned around to walk out. I then started to tell myself, no one was there and no one would know. So I went back to them. I picked them up and put them under my nostrils. Oh, the scent of a female. It had a pee stain smell and a little light musk to it. I took them to the shower and stripped off my clothes. When I got in, I soaped up my penis and started stroking it with the panties to my nose. I must have stroked quite a while, jus t imagining a womans crack in my mind. It want long before I felt the wave of cum go up my shaft. I shot 4 hard streams into the air along with some to follow. Guilt came upon me. But, I needed a good climax. I had let the door ajar, being by myself. When I stepped out, I heard a noise like running down the hallway. I am standing there with my hard penis standing straight out. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. When I got to the kitchen. Angie was getting cookies and milk. Me: what the hecck hun? Angie. This was our half day at school. The was a teachers meeting this afterooon. I had forgotten this was the first Monday of the month. I felt like crawling under a rock. I just ignored what happened and silence was the order of the evening. I could not even look at her. All I could think was I didn’t want her to say anything if she saw what I was doing. About 8 that night, Angie asked if she could call Karen. I thought oh my God. She is going to tell her. I could not tell her she couldn’t. So I just sat and worried over the conversation. They talked for about an hour and then I heard Angie say “ ok, Aunt Karen, I will do that and take my time like you said”, She hung up the phone and ran into the dining room. She hugged me cheerfully and then told me she loved me. Angie said she was going to her room for homework and then shower for bed. When she left, I breathed a sigh of relief. Had she said something about the event, she wouldn’t have been so cheerful. I escaped this time. I went on to do my papers and watched the evening news. Angie had showered and went to bed already. I went to the bathroom to pee and when I got in there, I saw her white panties on the floor next to the tub. I closed and locked the door (this time) and went over to them. Glutton for punishment, I picked them up. This time they felt very warm and were moist. I sniffed them again and got a bigger hard on then earlier. They smelled so much stronger. I dropped my shorts and started stroking at a fast pace. I rubbed my balls and then put the panties over the end of my penis to feel the soft cotton. I sniffed them some more and finally after a long time of stoking, I shot a load so hard it hit the bathroom wall. I cleaned it up and then went to bed again with the guilt feelings pounding my brain. The worst part about this was that every other day, the same event took place. She would leave her panties in the bathroom, like she knew. Two weeks had passed when I received a call from Karen. Karen: Hey David, how is it going? Me, Not bad s*s. We are getting by. Karen. I am concerned about you. You haven’t been dating at all. Is there a problem? Me: No, I have no desire at this point. I don’t want a relationship. That would take my time away from work and being a fa**her. Karen. Well , you must have urges to go out, don’t you? Me: Not really and if I do , I got a hand on the situation. Karen. I bet you do. (with a smirk answer) Me. What do you mean by that? Karen. Nothing David. I just know you will always make the right choices even though others my question your motives or ideas. David, you need to know that I support you in what ever you decide to do. I have told Angie the same thing. I love you both and everything is ok. Understand?. I learned as a young girl that it doesn’t matter what others think. As long as i know what I am doing, it is ok. Me. Thanks for the vote of confidence s*s. I needed to hear that. Katen. I figured as much. Now let me talk to my favorite girl. I handed the phone over and all I could hear was Angie side of the conversation. Angie. Hi . how you doing? Angie. Yes everything is going well. Just like you promised. Angie. I know I can trust all that you say. Bye Aunt Karen, I love you. Again she hung up and said she was going to her room. I decided to shower early and watch a movie, being it was Friday night. I left the room and put on my boxers and robe and went back downstairs to relax. Angie was in her room and I turned off all the lights except for a little lamp in the far corner of the room. I turned on my movie and then heard the shower running upstairs. I figured Angie was going to bed early. So I leaned back in my recliner and started drinking my beer. About 25 minutes later, Angie came downstairs. She had on a mid length nightgown. I could partly see through it and saw that she had on panties and her bra. She walked to me and said: Angie. Hey, can I watch a movie with you? Me. I said sure. I thought you were going to bed. Angie, NO, I wanted to watch a movie with my D*d. With that she hopped up on my lap and put her arm around my neck to give me a squeeze. I could smell the shampoo on her hair and it was wonderful. The problem was it created an effect I dread would not happen. It was a good thing I had on a robe. I could feel my hardening. Angie told me to put my arm around her to hold her close. So I put my arm around the back of her neck and rested my hand at her front under her bra cup. That didn’t help me at all. Being in lightly lit room , I reach my left hand down to adjust my erection to the left side so it would lay flat. I didn’t think she would notice. Her left arm was around my neck and her head on my chest. Her right arm was at her side and she moved it to squeeze my side across my belly. Oh my god. She was getting to me. My own ch**ld was having an effect. I wanted to stop this and now. I started to say something to her when all of a sudden, her right hand dropped lower to my waist. My breathing started to become off and on. I instinctively started rubbing her tummy with my right hand that was around her. All of a sudden she sat up to sneeze. When she did, that pushed my hand to her left boob and her right hand down below my waste. I felt the outside of her hand brush my hardness and then she said “excuse me”. My hand was still on her boob. I could feel the softness and the hard nipple though the bra cup. I moved it quickly away. However , she never moved her hand back. It was still bumped against my hard shaft. Her hand laid flat on my lower stomach and with side of her hand against me, she started slowly rubbing across my stomach back and forth. It was just lightly touching my hardened shaft. My right hand was along her side at about her hip height. I Istarted rubbing down her thigh to her knee and back to her hip. On the up stroke, the heel of my hand caught the hem of her nightgown and I could feel the elastic around her leg and the softness of her cotton panties. Each time I came in contact, my hardened penis jumped. I began to feel myself leaking from my pee hole, My boxers were getting tighter I knew she had to have noticed the twitching but no words were spoken. Then the phone rang. I thought to myself that I was literally saved by the bell. Angie got up quickly to go answer it. The cordless phone was in the kitchen in the cradle. I heard Angie say “Hey, Aunt Karen”. My s****r was calling me at 10:30 at night?. I listened but really couldn’t make out much of what was being said. It did, however, give me the time I needed to at least get a feel of my hard on. I untied my robe and reached into the opening of my boxers to rub up and down on my shaft. I just had to touch it the way it needed to be touched. Semen had already leaked into my boxers and there was a huge dark spot on them. All of a sudden, I heard Angie begin to make her way back with the phone. I quickly covered up and didn’t get a chance to put myself back inside my shorts or tie the robe. I just flapped it over and tucked it down the side of my right leg. Angie came bouncing back in and said Karen needed to talk to me. I began to feel some fright about the conversation they had. I took the phone and Angie said she was going to go potty and be right back. Karen: Hey David. How are things going down there? Me: Great Karen. Work is busy and Angie is doing well in school. Karen. I hear you are having a movie night?. That is so important for her and you. Me. I guess so. (being short on words. Careful to see what she was going to say) Karen{ I remember when I was her age. Mom used to work the rotating shift and on the weekend nights that she had to work all night, Dad and I would have a movie night too. You would fall asl**p on the couch and Dad made you go upstairs to bed. You slept so sound cannon wouldn’t wake you. (Giggles). Anyway, you need to know that this is important for the both of you. It brings a closer relationship that you both need. She may decide to leave when she is out of high school, so you need to take advantage of what is afforded you. I don’t regret the times that I had with Dad. Most men are too worried of it being viewed as a weakness. Ir isn’t. You can’t put the closeness it brings into words. So, don’t be ashamed on concerned about showing love for her. Don’t you dare rob her of that. Understand? Me: Yes, Ma’am. I will accept your advise. Karen: Now, you go back to that recliner and cuddle up and enjoy the rest of your movie together. I will be down next weekend to spend some time there. Good night, b*****r. Me. Good night, s*s. And thanks. I laid the phone on the end stand as Angie was coming back downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and got me another beer. She came back and jumped into the recliner and lay down against me like before and said let’s get back to the movie. I pushed the play button and leaned back. I had fortunately lost the erection I had earlier so I felt more comfortable about the situation. I put my right arm around her and laid my hand on her upper tummy. She placed her right hand where it was before on my lower tummy. She was wiggling around to get settled in and when she scooted further down my torso, my hand moved up on her. Alarms went off. I didn’t notice any bottom of a bra cup. She must have taken it off when she went to the bathroom. She was once again rubbing back and forth across my lower belly. Knowing the bra was missing and her small developing globes were just above my hand, along with her rubbing, created the feelings back in my groin. I felt myself start to get hard again. I also suddenly realized that I didn’t get to put myself back in my boxers or get the robe tied again. I moved my right hand back down to rub up and down on her outer thighs from her hip to her knee as I was before Karen called. My temptations were becoming stronger and my self control was getting weaker. My mind kept replaying the conversation Karen and I had, and I was starting to wonder if there was more that I didn’t know about her movie nights with Dad. Was she trying to tell me something or was I trying to justify my current thoughts that is beginning to take me into the most taboo of all things. I moved my left arm that was dangling along the recliner up and flat across my chest. Almost instinctively, Angie raised up and then back down on the backside of my hand. As she did this, I felt her hardened nipple of her tiny breast press against the skin. I left it lay still without movements. Her hand that was on my lower belly dropped down about another half inch. Her rubbing back and forth was with more pressure and was directly over my pelvic area. Then there was the issue of my robe. As she rubbed with more pressure, the opening began to part. There was no longer anything between her hand and my bare penis but the robe itself. I froze and tried to keep my thoughts on the movie itself. I started using more pressure with my right hand moving up and down her side and once again caught the hem of her nightgown and raised it. I looked down and noticed the panties she had on. They were white with pink polka dots. Ironically, the same ones that I had with me in the shower when I think she caught me. The same ones I was smelling as I masturbated. She kept wiggling her chest against my with was causing the back side of my hand to tease her nipple. I was trying to resist from letting my right hand drop down and rub her panty covered butt on one of the upstrokes. I was becoming more difficult to not succumb to it. Then all of a sudden, on one of her belly rubbing strokes, her fingers got caught under the opening of my robe. I felt her bare hand against my pubes and just above the hardened length of my cock. We both knew where this was heading, but both afraid to be bold enough to discover. I didn’t want to take the lead. I had to know if this is truly what she wanted. What was Karen telling her? She seemed to know exactly what to do. I gave in and let my right hand drop and rub her cotton covered butt. Softly squeezing the cheeks as I rubbed back and forth. I was actually and intentionally spreading her butt crack apart. I also knew that being experienced, it was also spreading the other crack as well. As I did this, she let out a huge sigh. I noticed her breathing was becoming short and increased. She spread the little finger of her rubbing hand away from her other fingers. Almost like reaching out with it. It was then I felt the tip of it touch my hard bare shaft. All the innocent pretenses were diminishing. I went from rubbing her butt side to side to more of an up and down motion. Her left side was against my right side. She turned inward and bent her right knee upward. This caused her buttocks to face upward and more exposed. It also made her front crack easier to get to. It was as though she was hoping that the hand rubbing her butt would accidently touch her swollen vulva. My cock was starting to pulsate even more and the leaking increased. It needed touched. It needed stroked and I wanted so bad for it to be her small fingers doing it. With self guilt , I tried to think of an innocent way to do it. I figured it out. I kind of sat up to reach for my beer that was on the table on her side of the recliner. When I reached, she left her hand still and it caused my cock to touch her whole hand. I took my time taking a sip from the bottle. The palm of her hand was on top of my cock. She didn’t pull it away. As I was sipping the beer, I felt her fingers begin to wrap around it. She moaned when she felt my cock leap up. I succeeded. I got by girl to touch her first cock. The pretense was over. I looked down at her and then I let my left hand open my robe so that it was visible to her. She gasped when it came into view. I continued to watch as she began to examine it from top to bottom. She lifted upward to look into the pee hole. She noticed the semen and I explained what it was. As she studied it, my right hand rubbing her butt, dropped lower. I felt the beginning of her mound and vulva. She was wet. I pressed my middle finger into her panties at the gusset. They pushed into her virginal crack. I wanted to see it, taste it, smell it. I hen put my left hand on hers to show her a pumping motion to use. She gripped my hard cock as she stoked up and down slowly. I leaned back further in the recliner and closed my eyes. I felt her reach the head and rub the cum around the tip. I was close to exploding but wanted to save it. Her head was still resting on my chest. Without much thought, I moved my left hand to the back of her head a slightly pressured it downward for her to get a closer look at my cock. On her own, she moved further and wanted to smell me. Her nose was just above the tip. I felt her warm breath on it. I pressed her head a little more, and felt it touch the lips of her mouth. It was then the first words were spoken. “Angie, open your mouth and taste it”. Her mouth opened and I raised my hips so it would meet her tongue. I pushed more and it inserted in. She said. “ I don’t know what to do”. I told her “just let it your mouth and move your tongue around the rim of the head”. She did as I instructed. Her tongued dipped into the hole and she pulled back up. She said “that tastes kind of salty and pasty but it tastes good”. She went back down for more. My right hand went up to her waist and found the elastic of her panties. I slid my hand down inside the back of them till I reached her pussy. It was so warm there. I let my middle finger play with the puddle of juices inside her crack. I could hear the noises of her wet pussy. I then pushed my hand down further causing her panties to start coming down. I reached to the sides and hook a thumb into them and pulled them on down to expose her bald little cunt to my eyes. I sniffed my finger and I could smell the heated scent of her pussy. She began sucking my cock stronger and I was afraid I was going to cum. She played with my balls as she sucked. It was beautiful to watch her sucking my cock knowing it was her first. I sipped a finger into her vagina and felt the tightness of her virgin hole. She would grip my finger with her cunt muscles. She was close to a climax. As I fingered her, the breathing increased and then she said “oh, I think I am going to cum. Oh yes, keep fingering me. Make me cum, please”. I increased my finger fucking and then all of a sudden, I felt her thighs tighten and her pussy lips shutter. I then felt the warm flow of cum all over my finger. I lifted my head from her sucking. I got up and made her lay back where I was. I lifted nightgown over her head. She was naked. Finally, I got to see her in all her glory. I noticed little wisps of brown hair above her cunt lips. I bent forward an d put my tongre between her lips and licked the juices that escaped her body. I sucked on her clit and she began to orgasm once again. She said “oh. More, please. More. I want you to pop my cherry. Please put it in me.”. I spread her legs wide and grabbed my cock. I placed it at the entrance and rubbed it up and down the slit to get the head good and wet. I put her knees to her chest. She adjusted to the size as I slowly began to enter the walls of her pussy. The warmth we both felt was overwhelming. With one thrust, I slammed in. She whimpered when the pain hit. But soon, she relaxed and looked up at me. With eyes wide open she said “Fuck me D*dy. Fuck me”. I started to pound harder. Our bodies slapped together in time sending noise of wet pussy and skin. I cum started up my shaft and when I could not hold back any longer, I sent my warm seed into her womb. She pushed back meeting each thrust in perfect timing. I was spent. I left it lay in her for a few minutes and when I pulled out, she grabbed it and licked all our combined juices. It was then that the phone rang yet again. I left the recorder get it. It was Karen. When I played it back I heard “hmmmm. I guess you must be busy there. Maybe you do read between the lines better than I thought. See you Friday night”. To be continued