Answer the phone

I hesitated for a moment as I looked down at my phone's screen. Again and again it buzzed, Sandra's name flashing brightly towards me, beckoning me to accept the call. Steeling myself, I tapped the accept button and brought the phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I asked cautiously, waiting to hear some very terse words. Instead, I heard nothing of the sort.

"Hey there, stud," came that deep, sensual, sultry voice that had guided me through hundreds of orgasms. "Hey... princess," I found myself saying unconsciously, like it was the only way to respond to such a greeting. I could hear her smile spreading through the soft giggle she gave at my word for her. "That was quite the surprise, wasn't it?" she asked.

I gave a slight, awkward laugh. "Understatement of the century," I joked, honestly feeling a lot more at ease now that we were talking even though moments ago I could feel a bit of panic setting in. "For a moment there, I thought you were going to..."

"Tell my daughter, your fiance?" she said, finishing my words for me. "I don't think so. I think in this situation it would be best to keep that private, for a number of reasons. One of those being that in just one dinner you showed me far more kindness and respect than I have received from my daughter and ex-wife in the past fifteen years." I blinked as I stood their in the drive way, waxing moon shining down upon me. Fifteen years? Sarah and her mother had been holding onto this hatred for Sandra for that long? It made me feel uneasy, learning about this new side of my fiance.

"Plus," she began, adopting her sultry tone once more, "you did spend all that money on your princess already. Why let it go to waste?" she intoned, and I could feel my heart beat faster. "Tonight?" I asked, my dick already beginning to harden in my tight pants. "Tonight," she agreed. "You know how to get here. It's /your/ room after all..." she said with a low giggle. "Oh, and one more thing: check our messages. I'm sending you something I think you'll really enjoy."

"Oh, yeah?" I said playfully. "Oh, yeah," Sandra replied. I looked down to my phone and opened the messenger app to see a message from Sandra had just arrived. Opening our chat, my eyes widened at what I saw: it was Sandra on the king size mattress, the lighting in the room set to a hot pink, on her back with her legs held back by her arms, displaying her caged clit and below it her delicious pussy right towards the camera. She still wore my fiance - her daughter's - panties, though she had it pulled to the side to better show off her sissy hole. Following up along her rolling curves and her adorable breasts, I looked on in awe at the beautiful form of my sissy whore, and then looked to see her expression, flirtatious and inviting. She wore a wig that I had never seen her in, which made my jaw drop: a light brown color with bangs that ended just at the shoulders; it was wild and cute, sexy and stunning, and it was the exact same hairstyle my fiance wore. Below the picture was an attached message: "who wears it better? xoxo"

"Oh my god," I said aloud, which earned a chuckle from Sandra on the other end. "I'll see you soon, stud," she said before offering another blown kiss through the phone, the sound of it landing on my cheek with a smile. "See you soon," I said, and we both hang up. I quickly typed my reply to her message: "You do."

Pressing send, I quickly went into the house and packed a few things before rushing into my car, my dick as hard as it had ever been. Sandra wanted me, and I wanted her. I must have broken several laws driving to the hotel at the center of the city, but somehow I endured the traffic and road rules that prevented me from getting to Sandra faster. Finally, I was here at the hotel, grabbing my room key in the lobby, only moments away from going upstairs and fucking my sissy whore of a father in law. I heart was beating fast, but I was ready, so, so, so ready.