Stop Watch
Chapter 8
Author — Sidia
After I had cleaned all of my cum off of my daughter’s gorgeous body (I have to admit I took more time doing so than was strictly necessary), I plodded my way downstairs, trying to remember what I had been doing before I had stopped time. It was beginning to get harder to recall; particularly when I was enjoying myself as much as I was in this frozen world. In the end, I just sat myself on the couch in the living room, restarted time, and relaxed in the afterglow of what I had just done.
I could recognise, in a distant sort of way, that I was taking far more liberties with Kara than I had promised myself I would. And what’s more, I was no longer wracked with guilt over my actions. I was letting things happen, and I didn’t want to try and stop them, or myself.
I sat there for a long time—not thinking about anything of particular import—just replaying the last few days in my head. I was so engrossed that I wasn’t even aware of my wife arriving home until she spoke to me.
“Is there a reason for that silly grin on your face lover?” Linda asked, with an amused tone in her voice.
“Huh?” I said stupidly, blinking in surprise at seeing Linda standing in front of me.
“You look like a cat who’s got into the cream.”
“Just thinking about last night honey.” I said quickly. It was half true after all—it was just that the other half concerned spraying my cum over our daughters exposed tits.
“Me too.” Linda purred with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She draped herself across my lap, and wiggled her ass against my crotch suggestively . “I’ve been wanting this all day. Although I have to say I’m disappointed; there was talk of jumping me in the front yard.”
“I can carry you out there if you have your heart set on it.” I chuckled. I placed a hand on her hip and gripped her firmly, pulling her into me. Linda, feeling my cock rapidly hardening beneath her buttocks, gave me a smouldering look and leant down to whisper in my ear.
“Maybe another time.” She gently nipped the lobe of my ear with her teeth. “Why don’t we take advantage of this nice soft couch.”
I was about to let Linda know that our daughter was upstairs, but before I could Linda adjusted her position, swinging a leg over me so that she was straddling my lap. She captured my mouth in hers, giving me a hot and wet kiss full of promise. When she began to roll her hips on mine, pressing her crotch into me sensually, any concern I had that Kara was home flew straight out of head.
I ran both of my hands up Linda’s skirt, digging my fingers into her smooth thighs. She groaned appreciatively into my mouth, and started to fumble with the buttons to her top. She exposed her chest to me, her luscious breasts encased in a lacy and sexy bra that would have been better suited to the bedroom than wearing all day to work. I’m not sure how far we would have gone, but before I could find out we were interrupted.
“Shit—sorry, sorry!” Kara called out in surprise from where she stood on the stairs. She was half way down, and clearly hadn’t been expecting to see her parents cavorting like horny teenagers in the living room.
“Kara!” I said, slightly alarmed. This was more than I expected her conditioning to have to deal with.
“Oh, hi sweetie.” Linda said, far more calm than I would have thought possible. She had an amused and self-deprecating grin on her face. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were home!”
“No, it’s alright!” Kara said, smiling faintly with a gently flush in her cheeks. I eyed our daughter curiously—she didn’t seem inclined to leave, even though her mother was still straddling my lap.
“The genius here should have said something.” Linda said, softly thwacking me across the head. To my surprise, she remained on my lap, unconcernedly talking to our daughter as though nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Hey, I claim no fault on account of being unreasonably distracted.” I said, earning myself another hit about the head.
“Maybe next time you guys should get a room.” Kara said, half challengingly.
“We had one until you came in.” Linda said wryly. She tightened her thighs slightly, squeezing me. I looked at my wife in surprise; I know I had told her that Kara was old enough not to care about us having sex, but I didn’t know she would take it to this level.
“Well, I’m sorry I interrupted you crazy kids.” Kara said, directing a grin at us. “But I was a bit hungry. Can you hold off long enough until I get something from the kitchen?”
“Of course honey.” Linda said, her tone light and wry. “We don’t want to shock you after all.”
“Don’t tease me now.” Kara said, winking—and then meeting my eyes with an intensity I wasn’t expecting. She passed us both and went into the kitchen, coming back out in short order holding an apple. She paused at the stairs, and made a show of buffing the apple on her shirt. “So when does the show start?”
“Uh, sweetie, you’ve made your point.” I said, trying to laugh the situation off. Kara hadn’t yet picked up upon her mothers body language, but from the way Linda had frozen when our daughter stepped over the line with her suggestive words, I could tell she would be quiet for only so long. “We’ll be more careful in the future. I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready.”
Kara sighed dramatically in disappointment, winked again, and then made her way up the stairs towards her room. Linda breathed out heavily, and turned to look at me with a confused and worried look on her face.
“That was a bit odd, don’t you think?” Linda asked me pensively. It seemed as though Kara almost walking in on us wasn’t cause for alarm—our daughter was old enough for us being intimate to not come as a surprise; or at least that’s what my conditioning told her. However, Kara being flirty and suggestive towards us was something else entirely, and something we needed to talk about. I appreciated the irony of my wife trying to parent while she was still perched atop me.
“She’s just happy for us honey.” I said soothingly, sliding my hands down to her ass and squeezing. “It’s a good thing she’s mature enough to joke with us about this kind of thing.
“I suppose so.” Linda said, a sliver of doubt remaining in her voice. To my surprise, she reached behind her and pulled my hands off of her rear.
She swung herself off of me, and walked over to the kitchen. I followed her, trying to anticipate where Linda’s thoughts were headed. When she reached the counter, she turned around to face me.
“Mike, I’m worried about Kara. When she walked in on us, I tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal—you’re right, she is mature enough for it not to matter, but that wasn’t appropriate. Should we talk to her do you think?
“Linda.” I said, alarmed at where this was going. “She was just messing with us. You say you tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. Wasn’t she doing the same?”
“I don’t know …” Linda said, clearly unconvinced.
I took Linda by the shoulders and pulled her into me. By the bulge in my pants that I pressed into her flat belly, it was obvious that I still had one thing on my mind. However, Linda squirmed gently out of my grip and shot me an admonishing look. Clearly, the time had passed, and she was no longer in the mood. I, however, was horny and frustrated; in a surprisingly short amount of time I had become accustomed to enjoying myself however I wished with whomever I wished. To have Linda reject me was too much.
I activated the Watch and froze time. Up until this moment, I hadn’t given any thought to changing anything about my wife’s libido; I had always considered our lack of sex to be situational. But here I was, on the verge of having blue balls! I didn’t exactly blame Linda for this—it was normal and right for her concern for our daughter to affect her mood.
However, I had come too far to be derailed now.
I hadn’t exactly foreseen Kara’s playful and suggestive manner when I had given her my commands, but I had to admit that I liked it and found it hot. It had never occurred to me to arrange matters so that I could fool around with my wife in front of our daughter, but now the concept was burned into my brain. My commands had worked for Kara, so it should be fine with Linda.
I leant forward, towering over my petite wife, as I placed my mouth by her ear, and gave my most direct and behaviour-altering command to date.
“You love the risk of being seen having sex by our daughter—you find it very hot and kinky.” I told her, continuing on. “Flirting and being suggestive between family is nothing to worry about.”
I repeated this mantra over and over to my wife, losing myself in the fantasy. What if, instead of stopping when Kara came down the stairs, Linda had kept going?
Heart thumping in my chest, excited beyond measure, I restarted time and looked expectantly into Linda’s beautiful face. I saw her brow furrow, as a look of confusion splashed across her face. It gradually faded, and the smouldering look of desire took hold once again. She flung herself into me, twining her arms around my neck, as she kissed me passionately. Linda pulled away, panting heavily, almost hanging off of me.
“God, our baby girl almost caught us.” She breathed out raggedly. Her face was flushed and her eyes seemed unfocused. “If she had come down only a few minutes later …”
“She would have seen her mother riding my hard cock.” I finished for her, growling. This was more like it!
“I think she wished she had!” Linda said, laughing while rubbing her body over mine. Her eyes had become deep pools of desire, and her cheeks were flushed. It seemed just talking about the possibility of Kara catching us having sex was enough to drive Linda crazy with arousal.
“What do you think she would do,” I whispered to Linda in a dark and deep voice. “If she came down the stairs while my cock was buried to the hilt in your tight little pussy?”
“Oh fuck …” Linda groaned out, her entire body shivering. She flashed me a heated look, before reaching down and fumbling with the front of my pants.
I watched my wife sink to her knees before me, clumsy in her haste, desperately trying to free my erect cock. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I wasn’t going to complain either. As soon as Linda held my hard dick in her small hand, she lunged her face forward and took me into her mouth. She started blowing me, passionate and fast. She ran her tongue over the head of my dick, flicking it back and forth, while fisting the base of my shaft with both hands.
I leant backwards, groaning, so that I was leaning against the bench. Linda followed me, never missing a beat in her movements. We weren’t making a lot of noise, but that didn’t stop me from teasing her.
“Careful honey.” I said, in between my heavy breathing. “If you aren’t any quieter, Kara will hear us.”
I heard Linda moan softly, the vibrations running along the shaft of my dick. She starting bobbing her head even faster.
“Think about it.” I said hoarsely. “What would she do if she saw her mother sucking my dick like some sort of crazed slut?”
“Jesus …” Linda groaned, taking her mouth off of my dick long enough to speak. “She would think that, wouldn’t she.”
Then, with barely a pause, she leant forward once more and took me between her soft lips. I directed my gaze upwards, enjoying the sensation and perversion of the moment. I happened to catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye as I did, and only barely resisted the urge to look directly in that direction.
Kara was back on the stairs, crouched and peering through the narrow field of vision she had to the kitchen, and I didn’t want to give away that I had seen her.
Our daughter was spying on us while Linda sucked my dick! I had said all that I had to my wife to take advantage of the arousal that I had placed in her; I had been mostly enjoying witnessing her reaction to it. But now I was actually living it, and it was my turn for the sheer taboo nature of it all to wash over me in a seething mass of desire.
I couldn’t help it, I had to see what our daughter was doing. I covertly reached down to the Watch, and stopped time.
I carefully eased my way out of Linda’s mouth, watching her lips slowly close around the void where my cock had been. I then paced silently towards Kara, feeling like a hunter stalking prey.
When I could fully see her, I swore softly to myself in awe. Kara had sunk down her haunches halfway down the stairs, with one hand holding on to the railing, keeping her balanced. The other hand, she had down the front of her pants, buried under her panties and clearly very busy, while she pressed her face between the gaps of the banister posts. Her soft lips were parted, and even while frozen I could tell she was panting.
I realised she must have been watching and waiting for us to start up again almost as soon as she had gone up the stairs.
I reached between the the gaps on the railing, extending my hand out towards my daughter. With no hesitation, I slipped my hand up under her shirt until I could cup her heavy teenage breasts. I fondled and teased Kara’s tits ceaselessly, hefting their weight in my palms, once again marvelling at their size on her petite frame.
This was a far hotter situation than anything I could ever have dreamt up, and I resolved to make sure it followed all the way through. I leant forward to my daughters face, so close that when I spoke my lips brushed against hers.
“Spying on your parents fucking is one of the hottest things you can imagine, and you love doing it.”
I repeated this to Kara over and over, before somewhat regretfully releasing my grip on her tits, and moving away from her. I eyed my daughter lustily, running my eyes over her body. Fuck she was a hot little thing.
I made my way back towards the kitchen and my wife, walking unsteadily due to my painfully erect cock. When I stood back next to Linda, I paused; I was too worked up to make do with a blowjob, no matter how skilled and enthusiastic my wife was. I barely hesitated this time; after what I had already done to Linda the other night, this didn’t seem like much at all.
“Linda, you love being face-fucked. The rougher it is, the more turned on you get.”
Once I had ensured my change would take effect, I eased my way back to the position I had been in before I stopped time, carefully sliding my cock back into my wife’s mouth. Even though she couldn’t see me, I looked up towards Kara, and blew my daughter a kiss. Then, I deactivated the Watch.
Linda slowed down immediately, as the directions I had given her took hold. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kara also pause in her movements. Before Linda could start up again, I gently placed my hands atop Linda’s head, holding her immobile with a firm grip on either side of her skull. I dug my fingers into her silky hair, and pulled her slightly forward, sinking my cock a further inch into her mouth.
“May I?” I said, my voice thick with desire.
Linda blinked up at me, her lips wrapped halfway down my shaft. Then she nodded slowly, her eyes glittering.
I cursed happily, and pulled Linda further forward into my crotch, burying my cock as far as I could into her mouth before she gagged noisily. She didn’t try to pull away, happy to be used by me in this manner. I began to fuck my wife’s face, thrusting my hips in time with pulling her head towards me. It was noisy, and messy; her beautiful face began to get splotchy with red highlights, tears were forming in her eyes and tracking down her cheeks, and saliva was beginning to escape from the corners of her lips.
Linda loved it though, obvious by how she slid her hands down the front of her skirt, and into her panties. She started to masturbate while I thrust into her mouth mercilessly, unknowingly mirroring the actions of our teenage daughter. For I was also keeping on eye on Kara, and she was desperate in the way she was frigging herself, keeping in time with her mother. As soon as I had began to face-fuck Linda, Kara’s mouth had fallen open in a round ‘o’ of surprise, and she had sunk back on her heels, using her other hand to squeeze and play with her breasts, unable to take her eyes off of the tableau I had arranged for her.
I started to grunt as I thrust away, the obscene situation making my climax come hard and fast. This was incredible, and I already knew I would have to ensure I got to experience it all again. The thought of setting up this all again, perhaps even … god, what if I could have both of these gorgeous women at the same time?
I swore again, and stared shooting ropes of cum down Linda’s throat. She didn’t even hesitate this time, and started working her throat, swallowing my load as I gave it to her. I knew I was being rough, but couldn’t stop myself; I pulled Linda’s head into me as far as I could, holding the length of my dick all the way inside while I finished cumming. I could feel Linda trying to pull away from me for the first time, needing to get a breath of air.
Once I was completely spent, I released my hold on my wife, and, breathing hard, leant back on the counter as I watched her fall backwards, gasping. Linda immediately slipped a second hand into her panties, and continued to masturbate furiously until she too, climaxed.
“Fuck!” She cried out hoarsely, my actions having taken their toll on her voice. I watched her shudder and writhe on the ground before me in pleasure. I felt god-like, and powerful. While Linda had cum, I had seen our daughter spasm and shudder in her own orgasm. She had bitten down on one clenched fist in her attempts to be quiet.
I watched Kara creep up the stairs once she was done, with no trace of fatherly affection in my gaze—only lust. I returned my gaze to Linda, smiling down at my wife—finding the mess my actions had left on her face sexy as hell. She returned my smile with once of her own, tired and sated.
Thank god for the Watch.