Your power definitely works!

Mr. Anderson turns to you with a wide smile on his face. "Well, why didn't you just say so James? You had us all worried something was wrong with your family. Please don't do that again. If you want to fuck Melissa, just be straight about it. Now, please come on in." He says as he happily waves you into the main hallway of their home. "Seriously, remind me to give you a spare key to our front door before you leave so that the next time you want to fuck our daughter, you don't need to ring the bell."

Your cock is now extremely hard over how well this is going. You just told the man that you are there to fuck his daughter and rather than punch your lights out, he has instead enthusiastically invited you into his home. It is at that point you turn and notice Mrs. Anderson does not appear to be sharing her husband's relief over the situation. Did your power not work on her for some reason? You decide the best way to find out is just to ask.

"What's wrong Mrs. Anderson?"

Melinda Anderson sighs and then begins with a tinge of disappointment in her voice: "Oh its nothing James. Its just that when you came to the door, and I saw the bulge in your pants, I was hoping you were coming over to fuck me." She says as she licks her lips. "I promise I could show you a good time. I have years of experience that Melissa doesn't."

You laugh to yourself at her statement. Beyond the fact that the over use of the word "fuck" in this conversation was almost comical, her reaction was also not part of your original fantasy. You had just intended for Melissa's parents to happily invite you to have your way with their daughter. The idea of Melinda Anderson wanting you for herself was apparently an added bonus to the equation.

While your laugh was internal, Mr. Anderson's reaction comes with an outward chuckle. "Oh come on Mel," he says looking at his wife. "The boy wants hot cheerleader ass, not the cheerleader's mom." Mrs. Anderson looks almost hurt at her husband's comment so you decide to console her.

"Actually, Mr. Anderson, your wife is one hell of a MILF. I've had a crush on her for years and would happily fuck her without any hesitation." Mrs. Anderson's frown turns quickly into a smile at your comment. She is definitely beautiful --- but Mr. Anderson is right on one point, she isn't as hot as Melissa. You decide to be honest and tell him that.

"But you are right," you continue, "this morning I just really want to tap your daughter. If its ok with you, maybe I'll have my way with your wife some other time."

"Definitely James," he says patting you on the back, "My family is yours anytime you want. Me casa su casa." Mrs. Anderson kisses her husband on the cheek as thanks for his willingness to let you have her. "And please," he continues, "stop with the Mr. Anderson and just call me Bob. I think we've known one another long enough to be on a first name basis."

"Thanks Bob. Now, if you don't mind, all this talking about fucking your wife and daughter is just getting me harder and I really need my cock tended to. So....."

Mr. Anderson takes your cue perfectly and actually looks embarrassed over having made you wait this long. "Oh, of course. I'm so sorry about that. Melissa is right upstairs in her bedroom. You know how women are, she's probably checking herself out in the mirror one more time before leaving to school." He turns to the staircase which is located immediately behind where he is standing. "But I guess you are going to cause her to be a little late today," he says with a mischavious grin on his face.

"Hey Princess," he yells up the stairs. "What?" you hear Melissa's all too familiar voice sounding back from above. Its got that typical daughter/father communication tone to it. You know the one which more or less says: "Why are you bothering me, I'm busy!"

Mr. Anderson pauses at his daughter's response, and looks back at you with a shrug. "Daughters," he comments.

As an aside, you also notice that Mrs. Anderson has been staring at your bulge during this entire exchange. She definitely wants you badly. Mr. Anderson notices it as well. "Jesus Mel," he says to his wife, "The boy said he would help himself to you later. Stop being so obvious." Mrs. Anderson blushes at having been caught in the act.

Mr. Anderson then returns to the business at hand and looks back to the staircase to continue his conversation with his daughter, "James from across the street is here to fuck you Princess. I'm going to send him on up. Ok?"

You can practically feel your cock fighting to get out of your pants due to the erotic nature of this entire scene. If you don't get relief quickly, you might very well explode.