Jake's Magic Remote VII - Sweet Dreams - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote VII - Sweet Dreams

... want to be with me. Mom isn’t in love with you anymore. Nobody gets hurt.” Jake hugged her around the shoulders. “You know that’s not entirely true, Pet. And we need to talk about the last few days, because some of the things I’ve done might have influenced you.” Petra turned to look in his eyes. “I know you were in my room before. And you told me you saw me in the hallway. It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m glad you saw me.” “I also saw you in the shower,” Jake admitted. Petra giggled. “Really? Did you like what you saw?” “Good lord yes,” Jake said, unable to suppress a smile. “Well then… how about… just once. For my first time, I want it to be you, Daddy. I want you to make love to me. We can do it with everything stopped, and then afterward if you didn’t like it, we start the world up and it never happened.” Jake raised a brow. “Just like that, huh?” “Just like that,” Petra said cheerfully. “But… if you do like it… I don’t want to stop. If it’s good, if it feels right, I don’t care what our morals tell us.” “Wait a minute,” Jake said as they sat on the bus, holding hands and watching the world go by, “your ‘first time’?” “Yep,” Petra said, smiling at him. “First time.” Jake looked around to be sure nobody was listening. “What about all the condoms that went missing?” “I said it was my first time. Not that my friends were all virgins.” She winked at him. Jake chuckled. “You little sneak,” he said, poking her. “Is there anything else I should know about?” The house was dark when ...

... they got there. “Looks like your mother went to bed,” Jake said, putting away his shoes and heading up the stairs. “Going to join her?” Petra asked. Jake stopped and turned around. She was standing there, looking up at him and biting her lip. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and he could see the outline of her nipples against her shirt. “Yes,” Jake said, “And you should too. I bet if you wish hard enough, you’ll dream of things that you want.” Petra grinned. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Daddy. Thanks for coming to the movie.” Jake slipped into bed next to his wife. He kissed her shoulder and cuddled up behind her, and she sl**pily pressed against him. He listened carefully to the hallway, noting the soft footsteps and the creak of another door closing. Then he waited. After a few minutes, Jake stopped time. He knew it had stopped because Sarah’s quiet breathing halted. Sliding out of bed, he retrieved his remote from his pants and moved it to the pocket of his robe. It was about then that he realized he hadn’t used the remote to stop time in the first place. Deciding to worry about that later, Jake walked out of his bedroom and down the hall. There was a sliver of light where Petra’s door was left open. Taking a deep breath, Jake opened the door. Petra’s room was a very tidy exercise in contradiction. On her bookshelf, anatomy texts and poetry anthologies were next to c***dhood toys and a picture of a cartoon pony. There was a scented candle burning on her nightstand ...