Dad Takes Me Calling

In most ways, I’m just a pretty normal kid, fourteen, five-seven, light brown hair, brown eyes, slender build, no, not athletic, particularly, just pretty ordinary.

But I have had something rather out of the ordinary happen that occurred a few years ago that I think you’ll enjoy hearing about. I sure enjoyed it happening to me. And it still is.

It started on a warm, kind of sticky summer night, Dad said he was going next door to fix a plumbing problem our neighbor’s had asked him to look at.

“Ryan, I’m going next door, Donna and Lois have a leak under the kitchen sink that I need to take a look at. Be back after a while. Okay?”

Of course, I said, ‘Sure,” and he got his tool kit and went off.

We had lived next door to these two sisters, they were unmarried, in their upper thirties or lower forties and they had become friends with my parents over the years.

So, I went out into the back yard, climbed up into my tree house and, as I got out a matchbook to light one of the candles I kept up there, I looked out and got the shock of my life.

In the back upstairs bedroom, my dad, Lois and Donna were all naked! Dad was sitting on the bed, Lois was kneeling on the floor, between his legs sucking his cock while Donna sat next to him, her legs sprawled wide, her fingers running in and out of her pussy. Masturbating.

I couldn’t believe that I was sitting there watching this all take place. And, I sat there watching this for over twenty minutes. I soon had my pants and briefs off, joining in the sex as much as I could, from a distance and by myself. I had left quite a bit of cum in my treehouse over the last two years, so it was nothing new, I kept my small stash of Playboys and my single copy of Hustler, well hidden.

After Dad was sucked off, he did oral sex on both sisters, what a show. Incredible. Near the end, I was watching as Donna came by the window and looked out. Although I ducked back, I couldn’t tell if she saw me or not, but just in case, I climbed down the ladder and went inside and up to bed where I jacked-off once more.

The next day, Saturday, my Dad came in the kitchen when I was eating breakfast, “Um, Mom’s at her sister’s all day, I need to do some more work over at Lois and Donna’s, maybe you can help.”

So, after I showered and got dressed we went next door. Donna opened the door.

“Hello Jack, I see you brought Ryan. Come in, come in,” and we went back into their kitchen where Lois sat drinking a cup of coffee, both sisters still in their bathrobes, “Ah, Jack, you brought that handsome son of yours, Ryan, how nice.”

“Ah, I’ve left my tools, I’ll just be a minute, be right back,” and my Dad left as I stood there when Donna said, “I know you saw what happened here last night, Ryan, I saw you up in your treehouse watching.”

My face felt like it had caught fire, “Um, uh, well, I might have seen a little, I’m really sorry, I apologize for watching, I’m really sorry.”

“Well, Ryan, did you like what you saw?” Lois asked.

Just how do I answer this, I thought?