Chapter 2
I was incredulous when I saw Karla for the first time.
At twenty five years old, she is twelve years younger than my father and only six years older than me.
Although my father is an attractive man and makes a ton of money, I couldn’t believe that any woman as gorgeous as Karla would want to waste her time with a man that she would only see maybe two months each year… if she’s lucky.
Karla was wearing very tight designer jeans that day.
The hip hugger type that sit so low that you can see the waist band of her pink thong panties.
Her matching pink halter top ties in a string around her neck and the small triangle of fabric that covers her breasts also has a sting that ties in back.
The top fits her so loosely that I can see the sides of her huge globes and nearly half of them under the bottom of the top.
“You can call me Mommy anytime you like,” Karla giggled softly when dad left the room after introducing us.
Her eyes were raking up and down my tall athletic body as she said it with a smirky smile.
“Maybe I should just call you sissy,” I taunted her in reference to her age difference.
“You can call me anything you want, Hunny,” she told me in a seductive sort of voice.
My body flinched when she fondled my ass on her way out to follow my dad to the bedroom.
A couple of minutes later I could hear dads bed banging against the wall.
During the three weeks that dad was home, I noticed that Karla seemed to have no problem walking around the house half naked most of the time.
She consistently wore transparent nighties or robes in the mornings while she was making breakfast. She wore transparent tops and obscenely tight yoga pants even when she was fully dressed.
It surprised me most that dad didn’t seem to mind her exposing herself to me every day.
The other notable thing that happened while he was home was that he had everything taken out of the guest bedroom and had the room remodeled into massage parlor sort of room. I was amazed when I saw it for the first time after it was completed.
Besides the huge massage table in the middle of the room, there were new shelves with towels, hand rags and linens.
There was a sound system installed to play soft melodic music and the window to outside has been covered with darkroom wooden shutters.
There were mirrors on both side walls that ran the entire length of the walls from floor to ceiling.
There was even a huge eight foot square mirror directly above the massage bed.
It was in the massage room that I watched Karla fucking dad for the first time. I had only intended to watch her giving him a massage. But when it quickly turned into a blow job followed by a savagely torrid fucking, I could not make myself turn away and leave.
From my vantage point eight feet away, it was even more arousing than when I had watched Brad banging mom from across the hall.
I was amazed as I watched Karla engulf dad’s entire eight inch dick with her mouth.
It thrilled me to be able to hear the all the slurping sounds and hear the little squishy noise her fingers made while she fingered herself while she sucked dad’s cock.
It was so erotic to watch Karla riding my dad’s dick after she crawled on top to mount his throbbing rigidness. Besides having a great view from directly behind them, I could also see the frontal view from the mirror on the far wall.
From behind I could she her pussy sliding up and down my dad’s cock.
I could see dad’s legs quivering and I could see Karla’s ass cheeks flexing as she humped up and down.
I could see her raven black hair swishing back and forth in the middle of her back.
And I could see the glistening of her arousal as it bathed my father thighs.
From the mirror across the room, I could see dad’s hands mashing on both her gorgeous tits.
I could see Karla’s breasts jiggle each time she thrust down on top of him.
I could see the absolute look of bliss on Karla’s face while she pounded down faster and harder.
I climaxed twice that night while I jerked off watching them.
I watched them every night after that before my dad went back out to sea.
It mesmerized me to watch Karla rub and massage dad’s entire body in their bedroom until she had him so aroused that he would beg her to fuck him.
Karla prolonged his arousal so long that I climaxed twice each time I watched them.
It felt like I was becoming obsessed with watching Karla.
Even when she was just doing normal stuff around the house.
Her provocative clothes and her sexy exposed body had me day dreaming about many nasty lurid things I would love to do to her.
As I gazed at her, I would envision what it would be like to bend her over the kitchen sink.
I would imagine what it might be like to fuck her against the wall in the shower stall.
I visualized pounding into her bent over the living room couch.
Watching Karla have sex had quickly became my favorite activity.
I found myself day dreaming about her about her most of the day.
In the evening, I found myself preparing myself for when she and dad would go to bed.
I would put on loose gym shorts after my evening shower because they were the easiest to push down to my knees.
I would make sure that there was some lubricant hidden in the bathroom and a hand rag to clean up my mess afterward. Like I said…she became my obsession.
The most notable thing that happened before my dad left happened the night before he shipped out.
That was the night that Karla had her first “client.” Karla was now in the “private intimate massage” business.
Her first client was a very tall athletic black man that was a friend of my fathers. He too was a ship captain.