Summer Nights and Open Windows

It was hot, a summer heatwave, and I was laying naked on my bed with my windows open listening to the sounds of the night, and quite interesting some of the sounds were too. A slap sound followed by a gasp, and then again and again. Neighbours were having sex.

I could imagine the sight of a pair of buttocks rising and falling, hands wrapped around the shoulders, fingernails pressing. Gasps as penetration plumbed depths, breath escaping, lungs emptying, pleasures flowing.

I was alone, there was no one to plumb my depths, no pubis to slap against my mons, just me, my arousal and my fingers. It was going to be a hot unfulfilling night. I lay tossing and turning, sounds fading as I dozed and then a scream of orgasm jolting me back awake, and then laughs before silence lulled me back to slumber.

It was still hot in the morning and I slipped a simple silk robe on and drank my coffee on my patio, enjoying the morning bird song with my fix of caffeine. Rob next door came out, I could see him over the low fence between our gardens, a mug in his hand, his chest bare and covered in a down of light brown hairs.

"Morning Rob," I called across to him.

"Morning Fliss," he said back, turning towards me, the gaps in-between the palings revealing his briefs covered crotch, I wondered if it was his groin getting exercise last night, or was it Ali the other side, whoever it was certainly had their jollies.

"Hot night," I said, "and supposedly hotter tonight. I just can't be bothered with clothes, I need to try and keep cool."

"Ah yes Fliss, I know what you mean, I only wear the minimum to be decent."

I laughed, "Oh Rob, you don't need to worry about decency, not here."

"Do I not? Perhaps Lulu would worry."

"But she is not here is she, your wife is conspicuous by her absence. If you were round here drinking your coffee, then decency is not even a point for discussion."

I know, I am terrible, I shouldn't flirt with the neighbours, I just can't help it. Judging by the sounds last night, there was a good chance he was happily married, very happily married.

"Now Fliss, you know that you are joking, if I were to actually come round there, then you would be all of a dither and wouldn't know where to put yourself."

"Oh I would know where to put myself, but where to put you? So many options, up, down, front, back, so many choices."

He laughed and wandered back into his house and I finished my coffee and sat with my robe open, getting a fully sun work out. I had a Zoom meeting in half an hour and I needed to be decently attired for that. By decently, I meant top half, bra, blouse, that sort of thing, I often only wore knickers, but today I would be nude, it was so hot, even inside the house, I may even have an electric fan blowing at my crotch, just to help feel cool. Any tickles from the blasts of air on my fanny would be utterly co-incidental.

I had a cool shower, I started it warm, I hate getting under cold water, and then as I acclimatised, I turned the water down until I was almost shivering. Fully cleansed and feeling cool I dressed and then sat at my desk and fired up the laptop. The zoom meeting went well, lasted the fully scheduled hour and that concluded work for a while. I could work on my notes later, first I wanted to get some more sun.

In my room I could hear talking coming from outside. I looked out of my window and could see Rob sat on his patio talking to someone that I knew wasn't Lulu his wife, and this someone was only wearing a thin robe. A thin robe that had gaped, not revealing her boobs as the gown remained draped over them, but her crease was on show. Goodness, who was this? She looked a fair bit older than Rob, but they were easy together. How very interesting.

I put on my orange bikini, it was the smallest one that I had and it barely covered the essentials, I sometimes sunbathed nude, or at least topless, in the garden, but with Rob and his mystery friend sitting in the garden and low fences between gardens, not today.

I grabbed a thermos and filled it with water and some ice cubes, I could sip at it as I got hot, it would stay icy for a few hours, my ear buds in case I wanted to listen to reels, my iPad and my paperwhite kindle. If the sunlight was too bright, the paperwhite was about the only screen I could see, I would end up reading rather than watching reels.

I was on my sun lounger just laying there taking no notice of anything really. I did have my buds in, but they were on transparent mode and I wasn't listening to anything anyway, I just hadn't bothered taking them out. I heard a nose that caught my attention, it was a gasp, well, a sort of sigh and gasp combined, a very specific gasp, and I could tell it was coming from next door, from Rob's house.

It seems he was entertaining someone in a very personal way, perhaps it had been him in the night, although I thought that his wife, Lulu was out. Interesting. The sounds got faster, the slaps of skin on skin, the gasps of penetration and words too muffled to understand, but almost certainly female. I found my hand at my crotch and a finger gently stroking along my crease and soon I was quietly gasping too.

There was a louder gasp, a grunt and a squeal from the bedroom window and then all was quiet again. I smiled and moved my sun lounger a little so that I was facing the fence between us, I was intrigued to see who would come out into the garden, if anyone. It may just be Rob again, I would have to wait and see.

I think I dozed and then I heard voices next door. I opened my eyes and a woman was standing in the garden, looking into the house.

"Okay Robert, yes please love, a cup of tea, thank you," she said and then I watched as she moved the furniture round on the patio and then sat down. I could vaguely hear kitchen noises and then after about a minute or so, Rob came out with mugs of tea in his hands.

"Here you are Mum," he said. I could just see him passing the mug to the woman through the gaps between the palings, and then he sat down next to her.

'Mum,' this is his Mum? How does that reconcile with the obviously sexual sounds I heard earlier? Well, normally it wouldn't, but perhaps he was very close to his Mum, and when I say close...

"Oh, hello Flis," he said over the fence, "another hot day."

"Yes Rob, and I have managed to grab a few hours between meetings, just at the hottest part of the day, a shame to miss the sun though, so here I am, lying here just grabbing some rays before work calls me again."

"Yes, well, with Lulu away for work, Mum has come over, apparently I need looking after, and so here she is, looking after me."

"Hello Rob's Mum," I shouted through the fence, "I am Flis from next door."

"Hello Flis," she called back.

Well now, Rob never mentioned his Mum earlier, was it Rob and his Mum that I heard in the night dancing the night moves? Crumbs. I mean, I knew that some parents did get intimate with their offspring, but I hadn't met anyone since school friend Linda that actually did. Linda told me in confidence that she was shagging her Dad every time her Mum went out. At first I hadn't believed her, but her graphic descriptions felt more real than wishful thinking, and eventually I believed her.

No one else had made such a confession to me, and I had never considered shagging my own Dad. I had done everything in my power to see him naked, but that was only from a curiosity point of view, I didn't actually want to shag him, I just wanted to see his dick. And I had managed it, I even watched him wanking in his bedroom one day, it was odd, because Mum was downstairs getting tea ready, and Dad was upstairs with his dick in his hand. They were married, why he didn't wait till Mum was available, was beyond me.

Back then it never occurred to me that Mum may have gone off sex, the change and all that, but that was back then, now I seemed to have irrefutable evidence that incest sex in suburbia was alive and well. I was by now absolutely melting, the temperature was 27˚C and that was very hot for Yorkshire, time to go in and get another cooling shower and get on with some more work.

Another cold shower, the same procedure as earlier, warm and then increasingly cool. I washed my hair too, and that seemed to cool me down more than just running cool water over me. I dried myself with a towel and then slipped a blouse on to cover my boobs, and a skirt to cover my bum and my fanny and went down to my office. Two hours later I had finished the notes, had another impromptu Zoom call and had finished. There was still some sun so I grabbed a diet coke from the fridge and went outside and sat on a sun lounger with its back up, my knees up, just keeping me cool. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

"Cracking view I must say," Rob said. I opened my eyes and blinked in the bright lights, Rob was looking at me over the fence. I mentally shrugged and then remembered that I hadn't put any knickers on, and with my knees up, Rob would have a perfect view of my fanny. Oh well, it's just a fanny, it's just that it is my fanny and I hadn't planned on showing it to him, actually, I hadn't got any plans to show it to anyone at the moment.

I eased my legs flat so that his unexpected floor show was ended.

"Oh, hello Rob. Your Mum gone?" I asked.

"Yes, she will be back tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh, okay, oh well, guess it is always nice to see your Mum."

At that point my phone rang, I looked at the screen before answering, it was Dad.

"Hi Dad," I said answering the phone.

"Helo sweetheart," his voice came though my ear buds. I got up and walked into the house, I didn't want to chat to my Dad in front of my neighbour.

"I am in the area love, thought I would pop in and say hello, is it convenient?"

"Oh God, Dad, yes, always."

"Right, I'll see you in a few minutes then."

I went into the kitchen and filled the kettle up, Dad would surely want a cup of tea. As the kettle boiled I got a fresh mug out for Dad, and rinsed mine to get rid of any dregs of coffee. If Dad wanted tea, I would join him in that.

My front door rapped and then opened and Dad walked in, "hello sweetheart," he said as I walked to him. I threw my arms around him and hugged him, kissing his cheek. I don't know whether it was because of Rob and what I had heard, but for the first time, I noticed Dad's dick. I wouldn't say it was rock hard, but it was there and it pressed against me. Gosh. Change the subject girl.

I pulled away, "right then Dad, Tea?"

"Perfect love, yes, perfect."

I threw a bag in each mug and added the boiling water from the kettle. As it steeped I retrieved the milk from the fridge. I stirred the tea and then pressed the bags and removed them, putting them on my tea bag saucer next to the sink. Milk added and stirred and handed over. Job done.

"Neighbours are in the garden Dad, let's sit in the lounge. It is actually a bit cooler in there than in the garden anyway."

"Perfect" Dad said and headed to the lounge. He sat in the armchair, and I sat in the sofa just opposite.

"How's Mum?" I asked, I usually phone once or twice a week, but seeing as how Dad was here, I may as well ask.

"Oh, well, she is fine in general I suppose."

"Fine in general? What is that supposed to mean Dad?"

"Well, she is suffering with the hot flushes, and this weather doesn't help."

"Oh dear, oh well, from what I have read, she will just have to ride it out, hopefully she won't need tablets or anything from the doctors."

"Hopefully not, but it is, well, it is difficult."

"Oh?"

"Oh, nothing to concern you, she just isn't interested in some things at the moment."

I realised what he meant, she wasn't interested in sex at the moment, and of course, I presumed Dad still was. Oh well, hello hand.

"I don't know what to say, I am sure you will take things in hand to resolve matters." I said, trying to disguise being obvious, hopefully Dad would get my gist.

"It is not the same baby, as I am sure that you know, anyway, enough of my issues, our issues I should say, how is your love life, any fellow on the horizon?"

"No Dad, not at the moment. In truth, I am not actually looking, Gordon was a bit of a handful, and I am in no hurry to replace him."

Gordon had been my last boyfriend, and he had been just a bit too needy, and I don't need that, not yet, if ever. I just want someone to go out with, shag, and have a good time, I don't need anyone with emotional baggage.

"I hear you baby," he said, and I realised that his eyes were fixated at my knees and I remembered I was without knickers. Oh God, what is up with me, and looking at Dad's lap I could see the effect that I had on him. Oh bugger. I mean, really Fliss, I mean really, as if Dad didn't have enough to contend with, Mum going through the change and all. I swallowed, made an impromptu decision and stood up and walked over to Dad.

"Come on Dad, let me sort that out for you," I said pulling him to his feet.

"What?" He said.

"Mum can't at the moment, I didn't mean to show you my fanny, but I did, I can see the effect, let's go upstairs and I will fix it for you. No one need ever know."

He looked at me wide eyed and any resistance faltered and waned, Dad followed me. As I walked upstairs, I couldn't help but wonder if Dad could see up my skirt and watch my fanny lips slide across each other, and if he could, would it turn him on even more? In my bedroom, I pulled my top off, dropped my skirt and pulled the bedding back. I turned to Dad and undid his trousers, pushing them and his pants down with my foot.

"Flis," Dad said quietly, "you don't need..."

I silenced him by sucking his dick into my mouth, and at that point I was only too aware of what I was doing, I was starting down a perilous road, shagging my Dad, something never to be taken lightly. His dick was in my mouth, all the way to my throat, but his foreskin wasn't pulled back, his glans was still hidden.

I eased his dick from my mouth and gripped his foreskin and pulled it back, struggling with the slipperiness from my saliva, but I managed, and finally his glans was free. I ran my tongue around the rim, Dad twitching and gasping as I started his pleasures going. As I licked and sucked the end of his dick, I held his balls in my hand, rolling them in their sac, and squeezing them lightly, just to let him know I was there.

I let his dick fall from my mouth and I stood up, my fingers at the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly, one at a time until his shirt was open. I pulled it up over his head and dropped it on the floor next to his trousers and pants.

"Come on Dad, I want you on the bed, and I want you to make me scream."

Dad looked unsure, he needed more encouragement to get over the innate taboo. I leant forwards and I kissed him, hard, my tongue forcing its way into his mouth, the tongue that had just been licking his dick, hopefully by now he had the message. He pushed at my shoulders, my legs bumped against the side of the bed, and I fell backwards, my back on the mattress but my feet on the floor.

Dad's reluctance had gone, he was in the moment, and he knelt between my legs and as I was about to sit up, Dad blew on my crease and then licked it, broad tongue, from bottom by my entrance, to the top and found my nubbin. That got my attention, I gasped and pressed my back against the mattress. My pleasures had started to flow, it mattered not who was between my legs, it mattered not because they were doing all the right things.

Fingers circled my entrance, dipped into my opening and then back again, a tongue dabbed at my nubbin, flicking it from its hiding place inside its hood. The fingers went deeper, pressing in hard, his other fingers splayed out and pressing hard against my perineum and my crinkle, against, not in.

His fingers began to leave, and then push in again, a sawing, shagging motion, pressure on the outside, movement on the inside, his fingers scraping against my G spot, the scar tissue from my maidenhead, long gone, now simply a point of pleasure, I gasped, I arched my back, my heels dug into my bedroom carpet, my fingers pressed at the top of his head as he worked on me, no urgency, not like a man starved, but like a man unexpectedly presented with his favourite meal, one to be savoured and enjoyed, not hurried.

Dad was working me, his tongue sending my pleasures on a journey around my body, my nipples hardening, my toes curling, my fingers clutching and my breath gasping. Fingers inside me, stretching my fanny, my fanny trying to squeeze back, the tensions in my crotch growing. My pressures were near bursting pint, my electrics must have been flashing as they fizzed and popped, my pleasures so intense that I thought I would die from delight.

Dad stopped licking, his fingers eased slowly out of my fanny, my fanny walls collapsing to close the void he had left. He kissed my navel and then looking thought the cleavage in my boobs he spoke.

"Up on the bed properly baby and on your knees."

Oh my. I scrabbled back and then rolled over, and got up to my knees. I knew that behind me Dad would get a view of my arse, my little pucker, and then below it the crease of my sex. I had used my phone camera to take a selfie of myself in that position once, and sent it to the boyfriend of the time. He had sent me back a video of him wanking to it. I knew that was a hot view.

I felt Dad's breath and then his tongue in the crease of my arse, slowly going down between my buttocks, stopping at my crinkle, pressing, pushing, my pleasures pulsed, God that was so kinky I almost squirted, my fanny was pulsating I was so turned on. Dad eased on past my crinkle down along my perineum, my pressures almost exploding, my breath just gasps, and then he was at my fourchette, his lips pursed and he gently blew into my fanny.

My God, I was almost screaming, I love sex, I have sex often when I have a regular boyfriend, and yet, this, this with Dad seemed beyond anything I had ever experienced, was it because it was taboo? I wasn't sure how long I could last without tearing open the fabric of space with my screams. Dad eased away and I felt him move on the bed and then his dick was in my arse crease, sliding down over my crinkle and then at my entrance, my petals fluttering their welcome.

Oh fucking shit, he was slowly opening me like a flower in the morning sun, his dick was pressing at my fourchette, sliding to my entrance and then pushing through my opening, slowly he was filling me, his dick going deeper and deeper, filling me, stretching me, possessing me. I felt his stomach pressing my buttocks apart and he stopped moving, he was inside me at my depth, my fanny stretched and clutching at his meat.

He eased back and I managed to grab a breath, my fingers relaxing slightly and no longer trying to tear holes in the sheet. My respite was short, he slammed back into my fanny with a massive thrust, his stomach slapping loudly against my buttocks, the crack echoing around the room accompanied by my gasp as his dick bottomed out inside me, pressing hard against my depth.

He pulled back, hardly giving me a moment to recover and he slammed back in. His shagging was fast, it was hard and he went deep, all I could feel was the constant motion inside me and the slap of his stomach against my buttocks, forcing them apart, pressing deep into my fanny and deep into my arse crack, I was being possessed.

I was gasping, short grabs of air as Dad shagged me going a little faster and a little faster and then it was just a blur of motion, my pressures reaching their breaking point, my mouth opened and I screamed, shrieking my orgasm and as I finished, Dad pressed in harder than before and I felt the releases as he spurted his cool spunks inside me.

My head fell to the bed, my breath was gulps, my fingers clutching the sheet, my body pulsing as I tried to regain my composure. Dad eased back and his dick fell from my fanny. I slumped forwards and then rolled over onto my back, still gasping, still recovering from my orgasm.

Dad was lying on his back beside me, and as I looked down I could see that his dick was still half hard, small dribbles of spunk covering the end of his dick, his glans mostly covered by his foreskin. I rolled and covered Dad, my face towards his feet, and as I lowered myself, I gripped his dick and lined it up, slowly sinking down to fill my fanny once more.

"Oh God Baby," Dad said as his dick was lost to him and I leant forward, his eyes would be full of my arse and then his dick surrounded by my petals. I felt his dick twitch, getting fully hard once more and I began to slowly rock, not the fast and furious shag that Dad had given me, this was slow, more sensuous.

I felt his fingernail slide along my crack, pressing at my crinkle, moving on, slipping through his spilled seeds that had dripped from me, and then pushing back at my crinkle. I gasped as his finger slipped inside my forbidden zone, no, not there and then my mouth opened again as his finger was joined by a second and my arse was stretched apart.

As I rocked on his dick, his finger moved inside me, I was effectively double shagging myself. I had never experienced anal sex, it just never was a thing for me, I could feel nothing inside, but the stretch of my sphincter was exciting, erotic even and coupled with the slide of his dick inside my fanny, it was the most sensuous experience.

I rocked forward, his dick sliding almost out of me, and then I rocked back, pressing down on his dick, forcing it deep inside me, my buttocks pushing on his hand, driving his fingers deep inside me, felling them pressing my fanny wall, pushing my fanny wall onto his dick. I began to speed up, I needed to go faster.

My pleasures were coursing through me, I knew that I was sweating, dripping perspiration, my fanny and my body were soaking wet with the excitements of shagging. Dad was gasping, his breath staccato as I rocked above him, my pressures pulsing in time with his breaths, increasing, growing ever closer to another breaking point.

I was resting my hands on his thighs as I rocked back and forth, my gasps synchronised with Dads, my fingers clutching his skin, our bodies rocking back and forth.

"Oh Baby," Dad gasped and I felt his dick spurt inside me, his hips pushing up hard as if to fill me as deeply as possible, my mouth shrieked and I pushed down as my second orgasm tore through me, my fanny squeezing his dick, my arse squeezing his fingers. I was done, I needed a break, I eased up, Dad's dick falling from my fanny, his fingers leaving my arse.

I rolled onto my back and lay there panting. That had been the most intensive shag I had in a long time. My chest was heaving, my boobs rising and falling, my nipples were still bullet hard, my fanny gently throbbing in the aftermath. I tilted my head; Dad was looking at me.

"Why?" he asked, "why did you do that?"

"I didn't Dad, we did," I managed in short words between gasps.

Dad rolled to his knees and put his hands on my cheeks and bent down and kissed me softly before easing back.

"That was more than simple sex," he said, "way more."

I knew it, it was not going to be the only time, that much I knew.