Wifey Time

"Shh, daddy," I said, as I grabbed his head and pulled him in towards me. I brushed my hands through the locks. "I know you want this, my lovely wife."

My cock pressed up against his. He moaned a little and nodded his head up towards me, greedy for a kiss. I let his lips play against mine and then gently commanded him, "say it, say what you want."

"Son, daddy wants you to fuck her," he still struggled against it. "I mean, no son, this isn't what you can do. Daddy doesn't want you to bend her over the table and fuck her like the slut she is, succumbing to your control, a total wifey for your dick."

Well, he did ask for it. I kissed him again, letting his tongue play over mine, then whispered for him to go to the bedroom, the master bedroom, and spread his legs. I waited, watching him shake his ass as he went, stop and try to prevent himself, then lean back and blow me a kiss.

I listened as he struggled, as he said, "I can't believe me son would control me like this, I will punish him.... with the good fucking a wife should give him. I can't believe I want his baby."

After that I went into the room and instructed dad he was not controlled anymore. That he would remember and wake up and make a choice.

His eyes glazed over for a moment, and then he woke up.

"Well, daddy?" I asked.