Becoming Mom for Dad? At Least I Got a Facial

Dad smiled, and showed me into a side room with a lush red four poster bed.

He unzipped his pants and took off his clothes. Soon his cock was in my face. I felt compelled to suck it. I licked the tip at first, and then let my tongue run down the length of his shaft. I massaged his balls and then let a finger slide back down into his ass.

I looked up at him lovingly, as I assume mom must have, as his cock filled my mouth. I began to suck and let it in and out as I’d seen in so many porn videos. It was getting harder and harder, and my own cock was trying valiantly to spring back into action.

“Son,” dad said, “maybe you should replace your mom.” He said so between breaths.

“What son?” I asked. “I am your wife, just the way you want. And I have what you need me to have right between your legs.”

“I, uh--”

“That’s right, I know you like girls with dicks, but that’s okay. I have one. I am your wife.”

“Yes son,” he said, moaning into my hair.

He was hard. He was ready. It was time. I lay down on the bed.

He slapped his cock against my chest.

“Yes, fuck my tities,” I said. “Fuck your wife’s tits any way you want.” He grunted and began to rub himself over my chest. His cum was building up.

“Do it,” I said. “Spray your wife with you cum, make her your cum slut.”

“Yes, son, you fucking whore, my wife, my whore--” his cum sprayed all over my face. “I own you.”

“Yes you do, my husband,” I said as he fell onto the bed. I kissed him, and some of his cum lingered between our lips. “But if I’m going to be your wife, I need you inside my pussy.”

My hand went down to help him get hard again.