Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2019 19:09:01 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part seven) for gay/incest Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! **Please read all earlier parts before this section** Watching Daddy Part Seven: Now I know some readers will immediately want to skip any events that involve females. And that is your choice. I respect that and am sure those who wish to hunt around in my chapters will find just what they are looking for in the "male only variety" of events. But today Mavis is being introduced and further elaborated upon. The very fact, at my early age, all I wanted to do was be able to find reasons to get my dear handsome daddy...to get all natural (naked) and as Auntie Rosie coined, get him to be our "Natural Noodle". I knew from these monthly appointments of my mum's in the city that she'd be late. Stop for drink with friends or just shop a long time. She'd phone from a pay phone and tell daddy to make a frozen meal and she'd be along as soon as she could. But it would be late and that was that. Mavis, well, she knew that too. She always left once daddy came home and she was paid. She only lived nearby, she could actually see into our windows...as I found out later. But as I watched Mavis shake, smoke and sip her doctored coffee, I knew I'd struck a nerve with my bold talk. I did not know that what I was doing was creating a sexual fantasy of hers and actually saying it out loud. She could not believe that "little sweet Tony" could say boldly, "make daddy get all naked". I obviously read her horny "cougar" mind. And boy, she was all a dither. I bet she was all wet just imagining it all. So sitting and watching her, holding dad's socks and waiting for him to come home...it was rather thrilling! "Mavis, I better put those away. Mum will wonder what became of them." I ventured pointing at the wad of silky aromatic socks she clutched. I knew dad loved that pair and that too would be an issue. "Yes, you're right. I'll come with you, I want to make sure they go back in mummy's clothes hamper for washing day." She said rising and wobbling with me on her heels up the stairs to the big bathroom. I opened the wicker basket lid and pointed, "They go in here." She moved and peered down. The bathroom ceiling light illuminated all the clothes there in. She bent, nearly falling over, and rummaged about...still holding daddy's socks in one hand. Her other hand's long sharp fingernails ploughed through clothing. She fingered a pair of mum's pantyhose and she lifted them out, examined them...sniffed them slightly in the crotch and feet. "I love her taste in clothing. I still smell that perfume she wears, so fragrant. I bet daddy likes it when she wears nice things like this." She said sighing and putting the hose back in the basket. "Oh, yes. He loves her legs." I said truly. She inhaled deeply and grabbed a pair of daddy's skimpy briefs. "I love navy blue underwear on men, it looks so stunning. I hate white. Shows the stains. I bet daddy looks great in these." She mused rubbing the socks and underwear together in her hands. "He's wearing red ones today. Wanna see?" I said innocently. "How do you know what underwear your daddy has on?" She said sadly dropping all her intimate items back into the basket and shutting it. "I see everything he wears every day. I help him get dressed and undressed and that stuff." I said as if the most normal thing in the world. "My ex husband would have slapped your face." She said in a rather harsh tone. "My daddy is proud and not scared to be seen naked by anyone, ANYONE!" I said loudly. She hiccupped again nervously. "Hell, you are one wacky bunch. But I think it's good, being naked and not ashamed. Yes, would have done my son Henry a good turn. He has such hang-ups. He'll never get married, never!" She said wandering down the stairs and then...the front door opened. I did not hear daddy's car pull in. I was shocked and Mavis was absolutely gobsmacked. I think she was embarrassed to be coming down from upstairs. "Reggie, I...we..Tony and I were just..." Mavis lost the power of speech. Her legs went wobbly and she clutched the banister for fear of toppling down. Dad, looking perfectly scrumptious in his grey suit, stood by the foot of the steps and looked at her. "Careful Mavis, you'll fall. I don't care where you went, you are Tony's minder and you can do whatever you need to do, no questions asked." Dad said as he raised a hand to aid Mavis down the last three steps. His hair slightly tousled but those reddish golden waves looking so very dashing. She took his strong hand in hers and sighed or gasped in delight. His moustache gave that little sideways twitch in recognition of her audible reaction. Prince Charming home from the office. "My hero!" She said gaily. And she tottered into the living room and sat with thud upon the couch. Dad followed as he pulled free of his grey suit coat and undid the necktie he wore and tossed it aside. Dad looked great in his light blue dress shirt and the top button undone. So debonair. Dad liked Mavis as did mum and treated her well. She was awkward, a smoking chimney and drinker but they treated her with total respect. Mavis smoothed out her dress as daddy sauntered about the space. He was getting comfy. I sat next to Mavis and just watched, ready as always to push the newly found buttons to activate... "Natural Noodle." Daddy, the ultimate good host. "Mavis, before you go, drink?" Mavis, having had who knows how much via spiked coffee was more than keen. "Oh, Reggie, only if it's no trouble." She purred and fluttered her well-over 50 eyes. Dad, still hardly in his 40's, looked so appetizing and just what the doctor ordered for all that was wrong in dear Mavis' life. The phone rang, I answer and mum told me to tell dad she was going to be late, well it was no shock. Dad served Mavis a scotch with ice and he then made himself one. "You boys are all on your own, just like me, tonight anyway. Pity." She said smugly as she sipped the drink. Dad had rejoined us in the room and he went to his favourite chair with the footstool, his throne! His grey trousers and stylish shirt looked very smart as he swaggered to his nook. He still wore his black leather tassel loafers and turned to face us. "Mavis, may I make myself comfortable?" he asked almost shyly. Mavis perked up, her beehive blonde hair tottered about on her head. "Do, Reggie, do! I am intruding. I usually go, but you are so kind to invite me for a cocktail before I go back to that gloomy place. God, I miss my son." She moaned as she took another swig. I almost leapt up as dad began to shuck his shoes and prepare to sit in his chair. "Stay put, Tony. I can manage." He said in a rather offhanded way. Dad slid off each shoe and pushed them aside near the chair and toppled into the comfy friend and propped those delightful socked size 11's upon the footstool side by side. He took a swig and smiled. "Ahhh, home and relaxed." He said in a jovial way. He wiggled his socked toes in approval. That night he had on sleek black solid socks, very thin and nearly translucent in sweaty foot imprints from a busy day at his office. Mavis and I could see each and every toe of dad's almost perfectly thru the near sheer material as he sat there. Mavis just ogled him and sipped and listened to his little chit -chat about his day. Her mind was elsewhere, and I knew where. She was still the witch and daddy was the still the prince and she was just about to "get daddy naked" in her little private fairy tale. I knew it! I could see it in her eyes. Daddy sat almost opposite the couch we sat on, he was just feet away from Mavis and looked straight at her. I felt the pull, the chemistry at work as they talked and laughed. I just watched. The little voyeur mad scientist working to get "Natural Noodle" out for a bit of fun. Daddy was relaxing, lots. Mavis was already there. I watched as every so often, Mavis would sort of wiggle her big hips and her dress would ride up just bit higher as she sat. Her dark coloured pantyhose clad legs were well on display and almost all up to her mid-thighs. I bet daddy could see right up into her...place! Woman place! I knew pantyhose had crotches, but I bet that Mavis' was all wet and see thru just like daddy's socked feet. He was smiling and winking and laughing. Mavis kept chatting about nothing, truly nothing. Her nylon clad legs seemed to spread wider; daddy suddenly crossed his legs...his own hand covering his crotch. Mmm? I was wondering what was going on. I know now, he probably had a huge erection. But back then, I had no clue. I just watched his eyes, his twinkling blue eyes were darting to Mavis' brown eyes and then down...to her spread legs. Back and forth. And she kept yammering. I just stood and moved to sit on the arm of daddy's big chair. I often did this. Dad did not take any notice; he probably thought I'd never look up Mavis' dress, not his little Tony. But I did, I saw what daddy was seeing. Even at that early stage of my life, I knew the "feel" of adults aroused. I smelled, tasted it and drank it in as I watched these two. Mavis' legs were indeed widely spread and her pantyhose, though a smoky colour, had a sheer crotch and she wore no underwear. Her sheer crotch revealed all! The lamp from behind dad's chair shone and lit her "womanhood" like a theatre set and left little to our imaginations. She did not seem to notice my new position in the room, she was working on dad like a pro. She only had eyes for him! I had seen vaginal areas before, mum's I knew from just looking. I had seen Auntie Rosie's too, she had a way of sitting...just like Mavis. Not to be too graphic, but...if a pussy could wink, Mavis' was and dad was winking back. Her very hairy crotch, not blonde, gave way to a puffy set of cunny lips. Her slit looked alive, it seemed to be all moist and supple behind the nylon hose crotch. Tony, the young experimenter, acted! It was time to see just how relaxed daddy was. He had a drink and it was a big one. I raised my voice as the two giggled, each gapping at the other across the room. "Mavis and I were looking at your underwear from yesterday in the laundry basket when you came home, she likes the type you were very much. I told her you had nice red ones on today, right daddy?" The change in room temperature was so noticeable. I mean it went from warm, to HOT! Mavis gulped her drink like a mad woman. She had a wild look her eyes. "Tony, please. Your daddy will think I am some creepy old lady. Peeking in laundry baskets. Heavens!" She gasped but she did not close her legs! Dad, my prince, laughed. "Tony is a wonderfully bold soul. He speaks his mind. Don't be embarrassed. He's a real character and that's why we love him!" he said this and playfully ruffled my hair. But his face, already a pinkish hue, turned very red! Mavis smiled and looked like the witch in my fairy tale book more and more. "Well Reggie, is it red today?" she asked coyly, her eyes wide. Daddy laughed and his socked feet twitched like mad upon the footstool. "My underwear? Red? Yes. Tony is right. He's always right, about some things." He answered like trouper! "I love men who are brassy and wear up to date things, like coloured briefs. The tighter the better. I think that shows class." She said eyeing daddy like a hungry owl. The evil scientist took control. Young, provocative me knew it was a chance for "Natural Noodle". "Daddy, why not?" I said, my fingers pulling tenderly at his next shirt button...his golden rusty chest hairs just in view. He lay in his chair, feet up and looking relaxed as hell. His tender, slightly watery eyes looking up at me on my perch on the arm of the chair. "Why not what? Tony? What?" Daddy asked letting the last of his cocktail slide down his throat. "Why not show Mavis your red underwear? Go on?" Tony the master manipulator encouraged, no, he demanded. "Tony, you little crafty devil!" Mavis hooted. "Auntie Rosie always got him naked, she called him "Natural Noodle" and he was in the olden days and most nights now." I added pulling the next button with my little fingers on daddy's shirt free and more of his manly chest became visible to us, his very eager audience and loyal fans! Now Mavis, well and truly tipsy, was actually working with me...my first tool in my little daddy experiments! Bingo...I had her! And daddy?...MMMMM, didn't stand a chance! He smiled and giggled. He was nervous but just a little bit excited. Time to really push the boat out...I had to act fast. He moved and stood, shakily on his two socked feet and spun toward the hall stairway. "OK, I'll pop up and get another pair I have in my drawer upstairs." Daddy said affably and slightly nervously. Mavis, so dear, super horny and totally smitten, called out. "Reggie, don't be silly. We want to see you in them...not in your hand? Go on, I was married you know. I raised a son. Aint gonna see something I aint seen before! Get those trousers off and show us." She cackled. My old witch of Rapunzel was alive and she stepped right out of the book. Dad looked helpless and turned our way. "Tony, you little devil." He chided. "Wait, I have idea. Oh, yes! Let's act out the story!" I barked and ran to get the book we tossed onto the table earlier. Mavis laughed like she'd gone crazy but joined in. "Yes, in our little story, I'd locked Rapunzel in the dungeon and you, Reggie, were the brave handsome prince about to rescue her from my tower of doom. BUT I was there....waiting. Alone and ready to get you." She enthused as she stood up and took hold of the book. "It never says what the witch did to the prince, but Tony had a great idea." She added with a look of pure hungry lust. I stood, bright as a button. "Yes, you'll see daddy. Let's get set up. We'll pull the couch out from the wall and you can crawl over, pretending to be crawling up your beloved's long hair. OK?" I said yanking the couch off from the wall with Mavis. "Tony, Mavis does not want to act out your story. She has...things to do." He said shrugging his big shoulders and looking a bit confused. "Reggie, I am not Mavis...I am the naughty old witch. Now get down and crawl up the back of the couch. And see what this witch has in store for you!" She said in a drunken, but effective cackle. "Yes daddy! We planned this for you, and we really want to show you just how wicked the witch is!" I added clapping my hands together and praying again, inwardly, mum please don't come home yet! I stood right by Mavis, eyes fixed on the action to come. And my dear handsome (and slightly tipsy) daddy crept on his knees behind the couch and began to pretend to be crawling up the hair rope ladder...and Mavis, pulled off her heels and stood ready, hands like talons...ready to get her eager hands on my daddy and his delicious "Natural Noodle". Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com