Your Son's First Girlfriend

You awaken to the sound of echoing laughter just beyond your field of view. Turning, you find yourself at the front door of your two story family home, leaving you to wonder what was it that made you suddenly space out just as you were returning from work. As you step inside, the voices became more audible, and you pick up a voice too many from what you would usually hear in a typical late afternoon at home. Wondering who it was, you step inside, announcing yourself the usual way as loudly as possible. It was a typical sound off for you. Your wife and teenage son usually came popping out of corners just to greet you. This time around, they were nowhere to be seen. You follow the sound to its source to find out why. In the family living room sat your beloved family and one extra person. You remember her as the girl who lived across the street, the same one that usually comes over to pick up your boy for the short walk towards the school bus stop. Chloe was her name, and every time you see her cute teenage body, your cock would twitch a hidden hello in her direction. As soon as your wife sees you, you were ushered in for the formal introductions and a long, arduous explanation as to why they were having this sudden family meeting. It so seemed that Chloe and your son had just decided to get together. This fact perplexed you greatly, considering you always suspected the bubbly girl to be pulling your innocent son's strings from day one. Even then, the events played out as they would, and she was unofficially accepted into the family.

The world then jumbled into a series of memories about her. She had always been so helpful, cheery and supportive, instantly earning your wife's approval by being so, all the way until the day she had to leave town for college. Her relationship with your son had always been purely romantic. They were active in their dates and always respected house rules and boundaries. You had never caught them doing anything unbecoming, although there were times when you had thought that she might have cheated a few times. Somewhere in the darkest recesses of your psyche, you had wished that it was with you, in the most shameless and debauched ways possible. On her knees. Bent over benches. Legs up over the hood of your car. You yearned to hear her purr and beg for your cum with a hot slutty smile on her lips.