Football with Dad

Tiffany watched the Sunday night game, but found herself with little interest in the score or who was playing. Instead she was getting all hot and bothered watching these large men in very tight uniforms running around. She couldn't stop herself from wondering how big each player's cock was. Nevertheless, she drew back on her former football knowledge in order to respond to her Dad's questions; her disguise worked well enough for now, she decided she wasn't quite ready to announce her Sissy ways yet. Still imaging the player's large cocks bouncing around had made her clit stiff, were it not for the thong Tiffany was wearing, she would be sporting an awkward bulge in her very tight sweatpants (practically leggings).

"Freaking Jets, why can't they just be bad like they are every other year?" Tiffany's Dad asked. "It seems like they always get up for our game, eh John?"

"Hmm?" Tiffany responded, snapping out of her daze. "Oh yeah, they get destroyed by the worst team in the league, but then have to play like world beaters against us. It's annoying."

"Definitely." Her Dad replied. "Say why are you wearing those pants? They seem like they are getting a bit too small for you."

"Oh, uhhh, I've had them forever and they are just super broken in and comfy. Can't bring myself to throw them away."

"I guess I can't argue with you when I'm wearing a shirt that I've had since before you were born." Tiffany's Dad laughed.

At halftime Tiffany went to the bathroom and after relieving herself (while sitting down) enjoyed running her fingers over her slightly gaped asshole. She felt her clit stirring, but made sure to keep her hands far away from it. Upon her return, she saw that her Dad, Jeff, had gotten himself a beer and held one out for Tiffany. This was their usual routine now that Tiffany had graduated from High School and didn't have to get up for school in the morning.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Dad." Tiffany refused the offer. "I'm trying to get back into shape and cutting out beer will help."

Jeff smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "More for me then!"

A few minutes into the third quarter, Tiffany's Mom came down to check on the game and say goodnight. Tiffany couldn't help but to admire her Mother's body. Not with lust, but with envy. At 45 her mother, Hannah, still had a damn gorgeous form. Her jet black hair fell just passed her shoulders and beautifully framed her oval shaped face. She had piercing green eyes, which were split by a straight nose, with a slight upturn. Her mouth was small, but she had surprisingly full lips. Her body was showing signs of age and was not as tight as it once was. Hannah's chest had begun to sag, but her chest was still full and Tiffany made a mental note to check the size of her Bras. Likewise, her once high and tight ass had started to droop and lose its definition. And still she had managed to keep her stomach trim and her legs firm, Tiffany figured there would be a lot of 45 year old women who would do unspeakable things to look like her Mom.

"Enjoying the game, fellas?" Hannah asked.

"I'd like it more if the Jets would just roll over and play dead." Jeff mumbled, before taking a long sip from his beer.

Tiffany said nothing, but smiled and rolled her eyes at her Mom.

"Say, John some stuff was out of place on my makeup table, were you moving stuff around on there?" Hannah asked.

"Oh! Yeah..." Tiffany started to reply, her heart beginning to thump in her chest. "...I was...uhh...looking for a pair of nail clippers, I had a nasty hangnail earlier. Did I leave it a mess? Sorry."

"It's fine, just try to put things back where you found them next time, okay?"

"Will do, Mom."

"In the meantime it might make sense for you to start buying your own toiletries. That way you don't have to go rummaging through mine, yes? Tomorrow I want you to go out and look for work, even if it is just retail."

"But M-" Tiffany started.

"No, buts. You decided not to go to College so that you could work and figure out what you want to do. Which I was fine with, but you need to hold up your end of the bargain and start working. No arguments."

"Fine." Tiffany conceded.

"Good. Now I'm going to bed, good night boys." Hannah said, giving her Husband a kiss on the cheek blowing a kiss to Tiffany.

Tiffany sat there with mixed feelings about what her Mom had ordered her to do. She was excited about the opportunity to earn more money to feed her habit and possibly get her own place. But also worried that she wouldn't find any job or something that would leave her with so little time that she would have to turn her secret lifestyle down to a minimum. While going back and forth on the feelings, she did her best to keep up the Football act as the game turned more into her Dad's favor, but found herself still anxious after the final play and getting into bed.

As she began drifting off to sleep, she idly rubbed her index finger along her asshole and wished Crystal could provide her some guidance.