Semi Clothed Milling

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Mum and Dad came to stay with me for a few days, just a change of scenery for them, and an opportunity to see me and my forest. I watched on my CCTV as Dad pulled up in his Volvo EX40 and parked next to the charging port. Mum got out of the passenger side and Dad went to the boot and got their suitcase.

I opened the front door and went out, hugging Mum and waving hello to Dad. "Welcome, welcome," I said, "come in, what do you want, coffee or tea, I have Yorkshire, Chai or mint tea. Coffee is regular or decaf."

"I think we will both have a Yorkshire tea please sweetheart," Mum answered as we walked arm in arm back to the house, Dad towing the suitcase behind us.

"You are in your usual room Dad," I said, "the middle one." It was the same room I usually give them. They get the middle room and my brother Geoff, when he stays, has the far room, well officially, so far, he hasn't actually slept in that bed, more in mine.

In the kitchen I flipped the kettle on and got the China mugs out of the cupboard. "It's all bags Mum I am afraid," I said as I dropped a bag in each mug. I put a mug under the gaggia and pressed 'grind', I wanted a coffee.

Dad came into the kitchen and walked over giving me a big hug, I tried very hard not to notice the bulge pressing against me, Dad is a man and he has a bulge. Equally I hoped he wouldn't notice my breasts digging into him, I am a woman and have breasts.

The kettle boiled, I disentangled myself from Dad and poured the water into the mugs, frothed my milk for my coffee and stirred their teas adding flat milk and taking out the tea bags.

"Come on," I said, "let's sit in the conservatory."

They followed me through to the conservatory, warmed by the winter sun, and a radiator of course, and I sat in the single chair opposite them, they had the cane sofa. We chatted as we drank our tea, Mum was busy at a local charity shop, Dad was getting the garden ready for this springs planting.

I did notice that Dad seemed to be looking up my skirt a few times, I couldn't help how I sat, I did try to remember to keep my knees together, but I think they slipped apart a fair few times.

We had been chatting for about an hour when Dad said he would like to go and freshen up before dinner. Mum went with him, and I popped into the kitchen to check on the Bolognese that I had in the slow cooker for tea. I know I shouldn't, but I did, I checked on the CCTV.

I have CCTV all over the house, inside and out, but I don't tell anyone. Evidence for if I am burgled, of course, but also an opportunity to covertly eavesdrop on people, and that is exactly what I did. I sat at the kitchen table and brought up the camera for the room Mum and Dad were in. Mum was down to her underwear and Dad was naked, his dick sticking out in front of him.

I had seen my parents naked a fair few times when I lived at home, it was unavoidable really, but I had never seen his dick hard. It was an impressive sight. I changed to the other camera in their room, it was at the bed end of the room rather than the door end and gave me a better, closer view of his dick.

"You'll have to wait until tonight," Mum said.

"Sweetheart, really? Must I, we have time now."

"I haven't showered George."

"That makes no difference, you showered first thing this morning, things are not going to get unsavoury in just a few hours."

"Oh for goodness sake," Mum said, "lay on the bed, I'll use my hands."

Dad went across to the bed and pulled the quilt back and lay on the sheet, his head on the pillow. Mum knelt next to him on the bed, still in her bra and knickers and took his hard dick in her hand.

She pulled Dad's foreskin down and gave me my first view of his glans, big with a well-defined rim, no wonder they call it a helmet, it was just what it looked like. She began moving faster and faster, her hand almost a blur on the CCTV. Dad was gasping and grunting as Mum worked his dick.

"Oh this is no good," Mum said and bent forward, sucking his dick into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Dad was writhing with pleasure on the bed, Mum's hand now working his balls as her mouth was around his dick. I saw Dad lift, thrust himself in the air and Mum gulped.

Mum pulled back and I could see her swallowing, Dad had ejaculated, sending his spunk down Mum's throat.

"Right go and have a shower and then get decent for tea, Amelia said she was doing a spag bol, so perhaps not a white shirt, you know how messy you can be."

I smiled to myself, watching my parents engage in sex was a new one. I had heard them of course, but never seen any action. I wondered if Dad and Mum would shag later, I hoped so. I wondered how they would do it, I doubted Mum's legs would be up over Dad's shoulders.

Tea was served and we all helped ourselves to spag bol and pieces of garlic bread, I opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio to go with and then I made us all coffee for after. We sat in the lounge and watched a little TV, a Midsommer Murders, it was one I had seen before, but Mum and Dad enjoy it, and it passed the evening until bed time.

We hugged and kissed goodnight, and went to our bedrooms. I stripped and showered and then lay naked in my bed, pulling up the CCTV on my iPad, I liked the bigger screen. Mum had just showered by the looks of it, she had a towel around her and was rubbing herself. Dad was laying naked on the bed, his dick not looking as hard as it had earlier, but definitely not flaccid. Mum went back into the ensuite and came back without the towel.

She walked towards the bed and I noticed Dad's dick twitch and obviously get harder. Mum got on the bed and straddled Dad, using her hand to guide his dick inside her.

"Oh my," she gasped as she settled down on his dick, and then she gasped again as he seemed to thrust upwards. Mum rocked back and forth, Dad's dick sliding inside her, his grunts and sighs synchronised with hers.

"You are very naughty," Mum gasped, "twice in one day, what brought this on?"

"I just love you Mary," Dad said.

I wondered if looking at my crotch up my skirt had contributed in anyway. I was not thinking that he would have wanted to shag me, just that the sight of a tightly covered fanny might have had an effect, he is a man after all, and at least he had Mum to assist. I wasn't seeing my fledgling boyfriend until after Mum and Dad had gone.

All I had was my battery operated boy to keep me company. I reached into my bedside draw and retrieved my vibe, switching it on and sliding it along my crease as I watched Mum and Dad shag in the room next door. I shuddered in anticipation and then pressed the vibrating end against my clitoris and nearly went through the ceiling.

Whether it was watching my parents, or seeing Dad's hard dick, I didn't know, but the effect was more intense than usual, my pleasures just streamed through me, and I gasped loudly. I left the vibrating end on my clitoris for a few moments, gasping and gulping in air.

It was all I could do to stop myself screaming as my orgasm exploded, my body shaking and convulsing as the pleasures erupted, electrics streamed and pressures released. I lay back, mouth open as I recovered.

I looked at the CCTV in my parents room, Dad was down at her fanny, Mum was moaning quietly. I left them to it, I was absolutely drained, that had been a big one. Had it been stimulated by Dad's dick I wondered.

After breakfast I made us coffee and we went and sat in the conservatory. Mum was knitting and Dad was just looking across at me, his phone in his hands, perhaps he was watching reels like I do. I picked up my phone, as if I were watching reels and turned my camera on and zoomed in on Dad's lap as I parted my knees, I would know.

Mum would see my knickers if she looked, but I doubted if it would mean anything to her. Girls who wear skirts show their knickers; it is a well-known thing. We know we do it. It doesn't always mean anything. I know some celebs go out without knickers, knowing that they will be flashing their fanny, but that is not me. For a start I am not a celeb.

There. It twitched, Dad's lap twitched, I could see the rise as his dick grew inside his trousers. I leant back in the chair, my skirt rising a little, my knickers a little more exposed. I wondered if my knickers had slipped into my valley as they sometimes do, and then I wondered why I was teasing my Dad.

Dad excused himself and went out of the room. I brought up the CCTV and watched as he went into his bedroom and dropped his trousers, pulling out his dick. Really? Had the sight of my knickers stimulated him that much? I was surprised. I watched for a few minutes as dad wanked, but left him to his own closure.

When Dad returned my knees were together and there was nothing to see. I would give it a few hours before I repeated the exercise, to see if the results were the same, after all, it may have had nothing to do with my knickers being on display.

For lunch I did dressed crab and lettuce cups, accompanied by mint tea. I wasn't convinced that Mum enjoyed the tea, Dad just swallowed it, I doubted he even tasted it. After lunch we headed to the conservatory. I excused my self and nipped to the loo. I pulled my knickers up tightly, knowing that my crease would be visible. Mum might baulk at that, perhaps.

I gave it a good ten minutes in the chair before my knees parted. There was no doubt for me. Dad's bulge grew in response to my knees opening. Well, there we are then, Dad is getting turned on looking at my crotch. The day progressed and after dinner, and another Midsommer Murders, we retired to our rooms.

I was eager to see if Mum and dad engaged in any sexual activity, or if Dad wanking had dampened his libido a little. Not one bit. He was as hard as before and as Mum came out of the ensuite she looked at Dad.

"Good Lord George," she said, "what on Earth has gotten into you since we got here?"

"I don't know Mary," Dad answered, "but it is real. I want you."

"I can see that," Mum said. "Come on then, and do try to be quiet, we don't want Amelia to overhear us."

"I'll just make sure the door is shut," Dad said as he pulled at their bedroom door, ensuring it was properly closed.

Mum lay naked on the bed, her garden trimmed and neat. Dad lay next to her, running his fingers along her crease, dipping into her valley, and then circling her clitoris, Mum sighing and gasping as he warmed her up. I reached for my vibe and slid it along my own valley, gasping as I found my clitoris and pressed gently against it.

Mum was gasping and so was I, and as Dad rolled over Mum, his dick in his hand, my vibe found my entrance and I gently pressed it home. I watched as Dad wiggled his dick into position and then pressed it home, Mum loudly gasping as his dick slid inside her, me gasping as my vibe slid inside me.

I found myself shagging my fanny in time with Dad shagging Mum, my vibe sliding in me as Dad slid in Mum, as dad went faster, so did my Vibe, as Mum gasped so did I. Mum gurgled and then gasped loudly grabbing the bed sheets, but I was no longer watching as my own orgasm erupted leaving me panting and gasping.

After breakfast Dad said he would like to go and look around my forest, Mum preferred to stay in, watching daytime TV and knitting. Dad and I left Mum to it, as I wasn't going to be operating the mill I was just wearing a skirt and top, and Dad was in his Chinos and a long-sleeved top.

We went out in the buggy, taking a slow ride along the forest trails and tracks, Dad commented that it was much bigger than he had expected. I told him I also had some adjoining hectares that were currently unplanted and that my arborists were currently planning the planting for.

"Is this a good investment Amelia?" Dad asked, "How much income will it bring?"

"I don't need income at the moment Dad," I answered, "it will and does bring an income, but that is not the point, it is long term. The hard woods take a while to develop before they can be harvested, in the short term I plant and harvest pine, which is quick growing, and there is a ready market for."

"I see," Dad said.

We pulled up at the Mill, dad very interested in how it worked and I went through it all, explaining the various operations, the milling, the edging and my newest acquisition, the pulper.

"All the waste wood gets pulped Dad, and then it gets spread across the forest floor, it helps control weeds and also rots down putting nutrients back into the soil," I explained.

I fired up the skid steer, no doubt giving Dad an eyeful as I got in and out of the cab, small skirts and skid steers are not a harmonious combination. I got out again and looked at Dad.

"Go on, give it a go, pick a log up and move it somewhere, then move it back." I went and sat on a log by the mill, leaving Dad to play. He did okay, not quite as well as Geoff had, but still competent.

"You can come and help me when I am milling if you like," I said, jumping down from the log I had been sat on, my skirt flying up. I climbed back into the skid steer and turned it off, leaving it parked next to the pile of logs that would be next on the mill.

"I would like that, some alone time with my girl," Dad said. I went over to him and gave him a hug, synching him in tight.

"Oh baby," he said, his dick lurching against me as we hugged.

I wasn't sure what to do, he was obviously turned on, his dick was tree trunk hard and my mind was playing what if games.

What if I touched it.

What if I showed him my knickers again.

What if he touched me.

His hand cupped my breast, and I sighed. No need to play what if, Dad had made the move.

"Oh Dad," I whispered, pressing myself against his hard bulge.

He pulled away and slipped a hand up my skirt, his fingers running along my knickers, pressing into my crease.

"God Amelia, you are wet," he said softly, my knickers sliding easily in between my lips.

"And you are so hard Dad," I replied, holding his bulge through his trousers.

"We shouldn't," Dad said.

"Who would know?" I responded, undoing the belt holding up his Chinos, his trousers slipping down a little. My hand slipped inside his underpants and squeezed his dick, Dad gasped loudly as I touched him.

His hand pushed my knickers to one side and in a moment his fingers were in my valley, sliding up and down, my lips folding around his fingers as they moved. He found my entrance and a finger dipped in, my gasp escaping my mouth as my breath held.

"Oh God," I whispered as his finger buried itself inside me. I pushed his foreskin down his shaft, his glans open to the air, my thumb running around its rim, Dad joining me in gasps.

I stepped back, Dad's finger leaving my fanny, my hand releasing his dick. I put my hand up my skirt and pulled my knickers down, I turned away from Dad and leant across the trunk, flipping my skirt up, revealing my naked backside and fanny. I felt Dad between my legs, his dick pressing between my buttocks.

He used his hand and directed his dick lower, between my legs, pressing against my entrance. My entrance opened and Dad's dick was inside, widening me, stretching my fanny, his foreskin rolling back, his dick scraping its rim along the walls of my fanny. My pleasures flowed, my pressures built, I gasped as he penetrated me to my depth. He stayed still, his dick pressed fully inside me.

I reached down and pressed my clitoris, my fanny spasmed and squeezed his dick. Dad eased back, my fanny walls closing after his dick moved back towards my entrance, not quite leaving me, my fanny pulsing at his leaving. He pushed back in hard, no quarter given, my fanny stretched apart once more, and he began a shag, easing his dick in and out of my fanny, pleasures coursing through me, my breath trapped in my throat.

Harder and faster he moved, his dick pummelling my fanny, his pubis slapping against my buttocks, my gasps adding to the sounds of copulation in the clearing. I dabbed at my clitoris again, timing my presses with Dad's thrusts.

Harder and faster Dad shagged, my gasps loudly bouncing around the clearing, Dad grunting and saying 'yes, yes' as he shagged me, pressing his dick hard inside me, my fanny squeezing his dick, my buttocks clenching as my Dad shagged me by the wood mill in the middle of my forest.

I felt him crash against my buttocks, I felt him squeegee my fanny with his dick, my pleasures ran wild in my body, my pressures built beyond control, my electrics fizzed in my groin, my fanny spasmed and squeezed his pulsing dick. I had never been shagged like it.

"Oh shit baby," Dad gasped and pushed in hard and held. I felt the coolness of his spurts deep inside me, Dad had flooded me with his spunk, filled my fanny, spunk spurting out along the length of his dick. I gasped and then my body released the pressures.

I screamed, my shriek echoing around the clearing aas my orgasm exploded, pleasures erupting throughout my body, electrics fizzing, tingling my toes, my fingers, my nipples, my breath failing as I tried to gulp in more air.

Dad eased back, his dick slipping from my fanny with a gurgle, a dollop of white following him and dropping across the log to drip onto the forest floor. I was gasping air, my chest heaving, I was struggling to regain control. Dad has stepped back and I turned to face him, my skirt restoring a modicum of decency, as much decency as a dripping fanny allows.

Dad did up his belt and ensured his shirt was tucked in, and then he looked at me. I smiled, he smiled back and then put his arms out and hugged me, I hugged back, and we stood embracing each other for a few moments, no words were said, there were none that we could say.

"Let's get back," I said, "otherwise Mum will begin to wonder where we are."

"Yes," Dad said, "but she may still be lost in her knitting."