My Mom's Boyfriend Part 02

It was a bit before midnight, and I hadn’t moved from the bed. The man that had been the center of my sexual fantasies the last several months had finally given me what I had asked for, his cock. I had worn him down with ****, appreciation, and raised his horniness to the point where we just gave into my whims. I wouldn’t feel guilty about this until much later in life. But at that moment, I was delirious from the afterglow of the hottest sex I had ever had in my young life.

He had left me to my devices and left my room. As I lay there, I knew that I wanted more. I thought he had gone to bed, and wasn’t sure if I would have another chance tonight. It wasn’t until I heard the freezer close, that I knew he was awake.

I got up, didn’t bother to dress, and walked out to the kitchen, still clad in my jockstrap, the black pouch still dried with my cum from earlier. The light above the stove was one, shrouding the living room in stark shadows. I saw him over the island in the middle leaning against the counter. His smooth chest lit up in the small light, but I could see that his nipples were hard. Dressed in only a pair of brief underwear, a nice bulge in the front, still soft, he nursed yet another drink.

“Hey.” I said as casually as I could.

He jumped a bit, his gaze following me like a deer in the headlights. I tried to play it cool, and opened the fridge to grab a Diet Coke from inside. I cracked it and took a sip. I moved over to stand opposite him and leaned against the opposite counter.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” I asked.

He looked away from my gaze and took a sip of his drink. “I did for about an hour. Woke up thirsty.”

“Yeah, I did too. Still a bit worn out.” I threw back at him, watching his reaction. He didn’t say anything, just took a sip. So I tried to engage again. “Would it be too much if I asked for a bit more?”

He jumped a bit as if I had electrocuted him and he stared at me. “More of what?”

“Your ****. I kind of want to maintain my buzz, if you’re okay with that.” I said and smiled at him.

I watched him take a breath and point toward the cupboard across the kitchen where he kept his booze. I walked over to the wooden cupboard, looked inside to see it on the bottom shelf. “Down here?” I asked to get him to look at me, and when he did, I bent over at the waist. I felt the cool air of the apartment on my hole and knew he saw what he had just been inside earlier that evening.

I grabbed the bottle, stood, and went to get a glass. I spent a minute or so, pouring a glass with about half Jack Daniels and half diet coke. If I was going to drink, I was going to take advantage of more than one thing tonight.

I turned back to the man of my lustful dreams, and handed him the bottle as his glass looked empty. “You won’t let me drink alone, right?” I asked and winked at him.

He stared at the bottle. It seemed to me as if he was debating whether or not he wanted to stay in here with me, the boy he had fucked hard and raw only a couple hours ago. Finally, he said, “Only if you put on pants.”

I countered back. “You’re in your underwear.”

He thought about it for a moment and shrugged. Grabbing the bottle from me, he headed into the living room and took a seat on the couch. The living room was dark, the blinds were drawn, and the only light was coming from the light over the stove, giving just enough light to see where one was going. I followed him and sat near him, but not directly next to him. I knew what I wanted, but I was hoping I knew how to bide my time.

He sat the bottle on the glass coffee table, sat back on the couch, one leg crossed up over his other. I sat on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, my body facing him. I took a sip of my Jack and diet, and looked at him.

The silence was uncomfortable, though most of that came from the man in front of me. The man who just a couple hours ago poured his pent up load into my barely used, almost virgin hole.

“Just tell me I wasn’t your first.” He said, his voice quiet in the dark room. “I don’t think I could handle that.”

“You were not. My third though, and by far the best.” I said. “I’d messed around with a couple buddies from school before this, several months ago, before I asked my brother to get me the dildo for practice. It had hurt a lot back then, so I wanted to get used to the feeling of having a dick inside me.”

He nodded as if this wasn’t an awkward conversation. The liquor in my soda warmed me from head to toe, and it definitely had an effect on my lips and what came out of them.

“I just don’t get why you’d want to pick me.” He said, beating a dead horse with this phrase. “Like, I understand that you find me attractive, for whatever reason, but why would you push it like that?”

The liquor in me kept me from feeling the guilt that would plague me several years later when I thought back to this first night, this first encounter. I did take the time to sort my now **** addled thoughts to try and form a good enough answer.

“Honestly?” I said and looked at him. “I might not have pushed it like I had, had you not caught me. But then after we ate, I tried something and left my door cracked, and I saw you in my doorway, watching me, long enough that it wasn’t just a passing glance.” I took a chance and placed my free hand on his leg that was crossed. He didn’t flinch. “That was why I went for it, because I figured I might succeed.”

He didn’t push my hand away, so we sat in another short silence, staring at one another. I sipped my drink when he sipped his. My hand gently, almost lovingly, stroked his calf.

Our drinks finished about the same time, and I jumped up. I motioned for him to wait on the couch. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a couple sodas, and returned to him. He put both our glasses together and poured a rather heavy pour into both from the almost empty Jack bottle, topped both glasses with our respective sodas, and sat back on the couch.

“Are you going to sit or just stand there gawking?” He asked.

I grabbed my glass and sat closer to him, my free hand resumed stroking his calf. I took a sip, definitely drunk by this point, as I’m sure he was again. “Did you at least enjoy it?”

He was quiet as he looked me up and down. A thicker boy, a bit over two hundred points, short blonde hair, under six feet. He nodded, and then took a sip.

“Well at least it wasn’t a total bust then.” I said and smiled at him.

“Why did you call me that word?” His speech slurred a bit already.

“What word?” I knew full well what word, but I wanted to make him say it. I wanted to hear it.

He took another sip, this one small, he was slowing down his intake. “You called me Daddy. Why? I’m not your dad. Not even your step dad since your mom wouldn’t marry me.”

I thought about it for a moment. I tried to arrange the words in my head before they spilled from my drunk lips. “Well, I read a lot of stories online.” I took a sip of my drink. “There are a lot between older men and younger men, even boys, and many seem to enjoy it, whether it be an **** story or not, true or not.” I made sure that I looked him in the eyes, leaning over a bit so he could see me clearer. “And that was part of the fantasy, imagining that you were my father when I used that dildo on my ass.”

He flinched a bit at the graphic language I used, but he made no effort to move away from me. He seemed to be thinking, judging by the quizzical look on his face. “Can you see how fucked that is? That not only that you wanted me to be your real, biological father, but that you’d be okay with me abusing you like that if I were.”

“No. First of all, I’m legal, so it’s just sex, not ****. And second of all, where you are seeing something degenerate, I see something loving.” I said. I made sure that my hand was continuing to stroke his calf as I spoke. “Two people, who are friends, family, and love one another, expressing what can be an ultimate form of love, and forming a bond between them that most parents don’t form with their children.”

“Is that what you want with your own father?” His voice was low.

I shook my head. “I like the idea of it, but I don’t find my dad attractive, not at all. So my mind went to the closest thing I have here, which is you.”

I let my gaze drift down and I could see that he was hard again. It was hard to tell in the dimly lit room, but the giveaway was the wet spot on his light gray briefs. Whether he liked it or not, I was now in his head as a sexual figure. Between what we had done earlier, the booze, and our conversation, his body was reacting, just like I wanted it to.

“Let me ask you this.” I said and let my hand start lightly massaging his knee that was propped up. “When I called you Daddy,” his cock twitched, “and begged you to fuck me,” the spot on his underwear grew a bit, “didn’t you enjoy it?”

He downed his drink in a gulp, and set his empty glass on the end table to his side. I handed him my glass with a nod, letting him know he could finish it. He took it, but didn’t drink. I casually let my hand caress his thigh, closer to his knee, but it definitely was more on thigh than I was previously.

I leaned into him a bit while I rubbed his thigh, rested my chin on his shoulder. He didn’t tense up, which was a sign. I lowered my voice to something more intimate, and a bit higher in pitch. “Didn’t you enjoy feeling my body respond to you? My eagerness to make you feel good, and my willingness to let you go wild on my hole after eight whole months of doing nothing but rubbing one out alone. Wasn’t that fun for you?”

A shudder ran through his body as my lips had moved closer to his ear with every sentence. I finished my last question with a light lick of his earlobe. I let my hand rest on his thigh, close to his groin, but not going for his cock yet.

He took a sip from my old drink and set it aside on the table, unfinished. He pushed me back gently with his hands and sat on the couch, arms on my shoulders, looking at me. I kept my hand on his thigh and he didn’t say anything.

“Was it something I wanted? No, it wasn’t.” He said, and a bit of fear worked through the **** in my system. “Did I enjoy myself? Yes, and no. I’m not gay, I don’t like men, and you **** yourself on me.” I looked down, a bit of shame setting in, but his finger under my chin lifted me back up to look him in the eyes. “If you can do something like take advantage of me, you can look me in the eyes while I talk.” I nodded.

“I have never felt so desired before, not once in my life. None of my previous girlfriends, nor my ex-wife, ever made me feel desired the way you did earlier tonight.” He paused, making sure I was looking at him. “So as much as I hate myself for letting you roll over my better instincts and let my horniness take over, I enjoyed the attention.” He paused for a moment and then added, “And it felt good. But we can’t do that again.”

“Why not?” I asked in my young, arrogant, drunken stupor. “If it felt good, and was fun, and no one else knows, why not?”

“Because it isn’t right. You will have to just remember tonight and be okay with that going forward. This was for tonight only.” He said and sat back, letting go of my shoulders. My hand was resting on his thigh, but his bulge had decreased a bit.

I thought about it for a moment, and had, what I thought, was a brilliant idea. “So you said to remember tonight only?” When he nodded back to me, I countered with this. “Well, it’s still tonight, which means the night isn’t over.”

I took a bold move and placed it on his cloth covered cock. It jumped in my hand as I held it gently, giving it a soft stroke. His hand was on my chest, weakly attempting to push me off.

“Hold on,” I said, removing my hand from his cock. “I get your argument, and I understand your position. But you said tonight only, and tonight isn’t over.” I leaned forward. “So why not go one more round before tonight ends, and we can bury this in the past after this. I mean,” I look down, “part of you is open to it.”

He looked me in the eyes, and I let my hand return to his cloth covered cock, feeling it respond to my touch as I stared him in the face. I could see his determination crumbling, maybe as his own weakness or the argument of my words, but I could see I was winning.

“Please Daddy,” I said in my soft, high pitched voice. “One more time?”

He broke eye contact first. His hand reached over for the almost empty bottle of Jack, unscrewed it, downed the last bit of straight liquor. He put the bottle back down and looked at me. “Fine.”

“Just fine?” I asked as I stroked him, letting the high pitch stay in my voice.

A small moan escaped his lips. “Okay, we can do this one more time, but that’s it.” He looked at me as I stroked him through his underwear, and I smiled. “I’m drunk, and it’s been too long. Who am I to deny someone wanting to make me feel better?”

I let him go, pushed his leg to the floor, got down on my knees, pushed the coffee table back so we would have space and I crawled between his legs. My hand found his throbbing meat again, and I started to stroke him, feeling his need and his desire to get off. I looked up at him while I stroked him, and he was watching me, where last time, he closed his eyes and just felt what I did before him. The room became all the smaller and more intimate as I stared into his eyes, his throbbing cock sliding through my hand. The world slowed until it felt as if it was just the two of us, in this one moment, together, and nothing would disturb it.

I could see the need in his eyes, the desire in him as I worked him over. He just wanted someone to want him, which after months of being with someone who treated him as worthless, he was willing to give into such an honest desire for him. To please him. I leaned up, taking a chance, standing tall on my knees and his eyes never left mine. I leaned in, and gently, at first, pressed my lips to his. He froze, he didn’t kiss me back, just let me press my lips to his in a half hearted chance for a kiss.

I gave his cock a firm squeeze, which brought a soft moan from his lips and I moved my lips against his. He still didn’t kiss me back, so I leaned over so my mouth was near his ear, and I whispered, my voice higher than normal, “Please Daddy. Show me how you care about me. Show me how you want to love me.” I pulled back and looked at his handsome face.

I squeezed his cock again which caused his eyes to close as he moaned again and I tried to kiss him again. There was no response at first, but as I stroked him with one hand, and brought another up to gently tweak his exposed nipple, his lips began to move against mine. Short, half hearted, kisses at first. I gripped his cock again, bringing another moan from him as I pinched one of his nipples a bit harder, and that woke the man inside him. He kissed me back, his lips forceful, almost ****.

I felt his tongue brush against my lips and I opened them to meet his tongue with mine. He tasted like liquor and Coke, and like how I always imagined a man should taste. I rewarded his openness with this by pulling his underwear down to hook them under his balls so I could stroke his cock bare. He moaned into my mouth when I touched his bare skin with mine.

I broke the kiss and turned to attack his neck, being careful to kiss him and lick him, but not suck so I didn’t leave a hickey. His hands ran through my hair and over my back as I kissed and licked my way to his chest while my hand stroked him. He was leaning more into this than the first time, and I was thankful for it.

My lips found his nipples which made him grip my hair firmly, just enough to sting, not enough to seriously hurt. He pressed my face into his chest as I flicked my tongue across his nipple and sucked on it. I stroked him as I moved between nipples, causing him to moan. Before I could continue my journey down his chest, his hands brought my face up to his and his mouth attacked mine. Lips, tongue, need, and a few bites that were rough enough to sting, all added to the moment as he gave over to my wants, and his need to be wanted.

“Oh Daddy,” I moaned into his mouth as he bit my lip again.

He broke our kiss, holding my head in his hands and looked at me as I stroked him. I knew that I had a dazed look on my face because that's how I felt. My head was rushing from the heat, the arousal, and the **** in my system. “This is what you wanted… son?”

“Yes Daddy,” I replied almost instantly as I stared into his eyes. I gave his hard meat a firm grip to reassure him that this was what I wanted.

“You okay with being my bitch tonight?” He asked, his voice heavy with a husk that wasn’t there before.

“Yes Daddy, I want to be your bitch tonight.” I said.

He searched my face for something I didn’t know what, but he leaned back in and gave me a gentle kiss. “Good boy. Now you know what I want you to do next.”

I felt the throbbing in my hand, and knew, but as much as I wanted to obey him, I wanted to hear him say it out loud. “I’m not sure Daddy. Can you please tell me what you want me to do?”

A smile flicked on his lips as he leaned back. “You’re on your knees. I want to watch you swallow my cock son.”

I grinned, and it felt like the kind of grin I would have on Christmas Day, seeing all my gifts. Except in this case, my gift was my almost step father’s hard, precum dripping cock. I moved my hand to the base of his meat, the whole thing with a light curve upwards toward his body. I settled back on my knees, and looked up at him as I leaned in, my tongue hanging out, dripping in anticipation. I could see the look of dark desire on his face as my tongue met with one of his balls, and I began to lick and suck on his balls, trying my best not to break eye contact with him.

He never stopped watching me, but he was louder with his moans than he had been a couple hours earlier. His precum was leaking out of his cock and coating my face as I attended to his balls, which still felt full. I got the full scent of his musk, the essence of him. Beyond the soap, the little bit of sweat, the faint smell of clean ass, was a scent that belonged to only him, and as I sucked on his ball, I took a deep whiff with my nostrils, fully taking in the intoxicating aroma that was this man. It is a smell that I would never forget as long as I live.

I heard him moan, and tried to maintain looking at his handsome face as I degraded myself swallowing his balls, moaning as I did so. He never stopped watching me. His hand reached down and stroked my hair as I moved my tongue up the underside of his shaft, bringing a long groan from his throat. I made sure I had direct eye contact this time as I swirled my tongue around the head, his hand gripped my hair, rough, but not hurting, and that was when I took the head of his gorgeous eight inch cock into my mouth. I finally had to break eye contact as I took more of him into my mouth. I only got about five or so inches down before I started to gag.

I tried to come up off his cock, my lips wrapped around his meat for suction, but met resistance. His grip on my hair held me in place, and he started to push my head down his cock. My gag reflex activated and I choked.

“Breathe and relax.” He continued to push his meat into my throat. “You wanted this, you agreed to be my bitch, then you will learn to take it all.”

My fight or flight activated. My mind wanted to freak out and try to climb my throat off his cock, I wasn’t ready for something like this. But then, I remembered everything I had read online, things I had tried with my dildo, and now I had the real thing. I tried to calm my nerves, relax my throat, and let him push himself into me. When his pubes were pressed against my nose, I took in a deep breath of his intoxicating scent again, and he pulled me up off his meat.

“Good boy.” He said and leaned in, giving me a passionate kiss, his hand never leaving the back of my head or letting go of my hair.

He broke the kiss and pushed my face back toward the piece of fleshy steel between his legs. I parted my lips, covered my teeth, and felt him slide past. He pushed me down his length until he was buried completely in my throat again, and he did this, over and over, and the more it happened, the more I came to expect it and prepared the muscles in my throat and tried to suppress my gag reflex.

He let go of my hair just long enough to place a hand on either side of my face and then proceeded to thrust his hips, fucking his cock down my young throat. I tried to focus on breathing through my nose and fought my gag reflex with everything I had. I agreed to be his bitch, that meant I couldn’t bitch out.

“Is this what you wanted, boy?” He moaned as he fucked my throat. “You wanted a Daddy who would use this inexperienced mouth?” He thrust to the back of my throat and held me there. I felt his cock throb inside me as he held me there. “You want me to be your father for the night, a depraved father who would do these things to his son? And you call it love? I’ll show you what kind of father does these things to his own child, and it won’t be love.”

He pulled me completely off his cock, I was coughing, drooling, my saliva mixed with his precum. My eyes were puffy and I knew my face was from having a man’s cock **** into me. I could feel my cock straining against the stained, black jock I had on. I was gagging for air and yet I had never felt more aroused.

I took the initiative and pushed his chest backwards. By now, he was horny, but also very drunk, and he fell backwards into the cushion with a thud. I straddled his hips, drooled my saliva onto three of my fingers, reached back as he watched me apply the saliva to my hole. I gave him a moan and a smile. I leaned forward a bit and used a hand to line the tip of him up, and lowered myself back onto him.

It had been a couple hours, so I had tightened back up a bit, and felt the bite of pain of a cock invading me. I breathed through it, more determined than I was worried about the pain. I raised and lowered my hips a few times, getting my hole used to the shape of his head until there was a pop inside me, and we were in. There was pain, but also immense pleasure that flooded my body as I sunk backwards down onto him.

His eyes stared at me as I took control and slid him into me, and he moaned as he felt the pop past my inner ring, and a long groan as he sank inch by inch back inside me. My hole would stretch back out for him in no time, nothing would stop me from riding him tonight.

I looked down at him as I began to rock my hips, slowly, back and forth, feeling him slide in and out of me. We both moaned as we watched the other. His hands found my hips as I rode him, grinding his cock into me as deep as I could, filling me up with every inch of him. I could see the lust in his eyes as I watched him watch me ride him and bring him pleasure.

Suddenly, he sat up, one arm locking around my back. His face was in front of mine when he started to stand. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, and his other arm gripped my ass as the other held me close across my back. He walked me into my room, still buried a few inches inside me, and we collapsed backwards onto my bed. For a moment, his full weight was on top of me, as the fall pushed him balls deep inside me, bringing a groan from us both.

The man of my dreams propped himself up, my legs still around his waist, and he rearranged them so they rest on his shoulders, and he started his dance of fucking his temporary son. He pulled out to just the tip and sank back into me, bringing a high pitched cry from me. He leaned down, pushing my legs past my head and his lips found mine as he started to thrust into me. He was back in control, and he wanted to fuck my hole.

I lost track of time as he pumped his cock into me, over and over, fast, hard, slow, gentle, long strokes, and short strokes. We continued to kiss as he fucked me, moaning our approval into each others mouths. Each of us were trying to devour the other as we gave into ecstasy. My breath was back to coming in short gasps, as if I couldn’t get enough air. Sweat covered the two of us, and he buried his head in my shoulder as he drilled down into my hole.

“Yes!” I moaned into his head. “Fuck me Daddy. Make me yours.”

He pumped me harder, everytime I moaned the word ‘Daddy’ into his ear, he slammed his meat into me, causing me to see stars every time. The primal thrusts he gave me and the growls that were coming out of his throat as he used me to pleasure his cock sent me into a headspace that was nothing but euphoric.

“Breed me again Daddy.” I moaned out.

He pulled up and looked into my eyes, stopping his fucking. “What?”

I had broken the immersion. “Breed me. I want to feel you cum inside me like you did before.”

“Oh, that’s what it’s called.” He laughed and leaned down, his lips met mine in a soft kiss. “You like being nasty, don’t you?”

“Only for you Daddy.” I smiled and kissed him again. “If you breed me, that’s more of your DNA inside me, and that would make me a bit more your son.”

I saw a dark, almost dangerous look pass through his eyes as the laughter left, and all that was left was a man who wanted to fuck. He gave me a quick thrust, bringing a moan from my throat. “Is that what you want?” He thrust again. “You want to feel me cum inside you?” He slammed me hard and fast and stars danced across my eyes. “You want to become my son by taking my cum?”

“Yes Daddy, that’s what I want. Please, give it to me.” I moaned and looked up at him, throwing as much horny need into my eyes and face as I could, almost begging him, to continue to fuck me.

Without a word, he pulled out of me, and for a moment, I thought that had scared him off, but he flipped me over. One arm under my hips lifted me into a face down, ass up position. A loud smack was heard in my room as he slapped one ass cheek, and then the other. He gave me a couple more slaps before he spread my cheeks wide.

I held my breath as he held me there, cheeks spread wide, cool air on my abused hole. I heard him spit, and hot saliva hit my crack and rolled down toward my hole. He spread my cheeks wider, to the point that it was almost painful, and he leaned him, diving tongue first into my ass. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t moan or make a sound, my body just shook and vibrated with the pleasure of feeling him eat me.

I was licked, probed, and bitten all around and in my hole. I couldn’t moan, and struggled to breathe, but I didn’t dare stop him from devouring my ass. His hand pulled my jock pouch to the side and my full balls and smaller hard cock fell out. I was only about six and a half inches cut, and just as hairy as he was around my cock. His mouth went down, licking from my hole to my taint, and his tongue traced my balls.

But that was all I was given, or maybe all he could **** himself to do. He licked back up my balls, taint, hole, and along my crack as I felt him straighten up on the mattress behind me. He lined his piece of steel up with my hole and sank back into me. He grabbed my hips and started to really pump into me now, pulling and pushing me as much as he was his own body.

The sound of our flesh smacking together, over and over, was loud and echoed all over the room. His groans of pleasure as he fucked me, my high pitched moans to make myself sound more like a bitch echoed off the walls. It made me grateful we were alone in this corner unit with no neighbors.

His hands smacked my ass as he fucked me, he was more determined to fuck me better this time. “Is this what you want son? To be fucked like a common slut?”

“Yes Daddy!” I cried out as I felt him slam into me as deep as possible. “I want to be your little slut.”

He continued to fuck me, I could tell he was getting closer to cumming. “Be my slut? My son, the slut.” He moaned out, his breathing getting quicker. “My son who wants his Daddy’s cock? To be bred with his unborn brothers and sisters?”

“Yes Daddy!” I cried out, propping myself up to meet his thrusts with my back thrusts, looking back to see him. His eyes found mine. “I wanna feel you empty your load inside me. Make me your son for real.”

That must have done it, because his breathing got quick, his hands gripping my hips grabbed me hard enough to bruise, and the man of my dreams slammed his eight inches of upcurved man meat into me as hard as he could. I felt it throbbing in me, emptying his cum into my hole, filling me up with his load. At that moment, I was completely his. He gave one final cry out and I felt one final shot hit me somewhere deeper than the rest. Thinking back, if I had been a woman, that would have been the one that knocked me up.

Unlike last time, he didn’t collapse and push me off. He stayed there, buried inside me, looking down at me panting, worn out. He stayed inside me, staring down at me, and me back at him as best as I could over the shoulder, until finally he grew soft enough to slip out. He crawled over and laid down beside me on the bed.

I tried to tighten my hole, to keep as much of his cum inside me as I could. Looking down, I had once again cum without touching myself, except this time it was all over my comforter.

My clock on the nightstand said it was just after 1:30am, so we still had time before anyone came home.

When I could move, I moved myself to straddle him with my arms and looked down at the handsome man who had just given me everything I ever wanted in the bedroom. I leaned down and took a chance to kiss him. He hesitated, like before, but finally met my kiss with equal gentleness. Our lips stayed locked for several minutes before I finally broke it and laid down in his outstretched arm with my head on his chest. It was a moment before his arm enveloped my shoulders as I laid on him. He kissed the top of my head.

“How was the second time?” I asked finally.

He laughed and pulled me closer. “It was good dude.” He was silent for a moment. “The first time was good too, but this was more enjoyable.”

“You seemed more into it.” I said.

“I wouldn’t say that.” He paused, as if thinking of what to say. “I still don’t like men. But I figured if I was going to do it, and I was being given someone so willing and earnest on a platter without even trying, the least I could do was lean into it and make it good for us both.”

“That makes sense.” I said, and after the workout, the **** fading, the guilt sat in a bit. “I’m sorry I **** this on you.”

The man I was snuggled up to let out a long sigh, exasperated. “Well, yeah, that wasn’t cool. But you’re still a kid, legal or not. I should have stopped you.” He said. “But you were right. It had been so long, and I don’t like the idea of cheating on your mom, and I felt down because of your mom and how disconnected we’ve been the last several months. Add ****, someone pushing me with as horny as I was, and then hearing you moan my name made me feel something I hadn’t in months, wanted.”

“I know you said we can’t do this again,” I started and he cut me off.

“We can’t, and your mother can never know.” He insisted.

“Let me finish.” I snapped back. “Obviously mom can never know. But, we are alone here a lot, and if you ever wanted to, I’m open to it… Dad.”

“Dad?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Well, you’ve cum inside me twice now, I figured I’m a bit more your son now.” I grinned.

Before he could answer, I leaned back and up and kissed him softly. One of his hands came up and cupped my face.

“I don’t know.” He said. “That’s all I can say right now. I’m still drunk as fuck, so let’s see where I am once I’m sober.”

He started to try to get up and I pushed him back down. “Wait! It’s not even two yet. Can’t we lay like this a bit longer?”

I felt him hesitate until finally he laid back. “Tonight only… son.”