You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 6 - Sex Stories

You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 6

... should be having with him not me. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love your dad, but I’m a woman with needs,” she told me and smiled. I didn’t respond because I didn’t know how to respond. I watched her eyes and she was flirting and bl**d rushed to my head. “I saw what you were looking at on your computer and I know you don’t have a girlfriend right now,” she blurted out and I could tell she was hesitant to say it but knew what it was. I was perturbed suddenly. She was a fantastic looking lady and ‘yes’ I would love to bone her but she was my father’s wife. I was pissed at her for entertaining infidelity, especially with me. I know I’m a cretin for my relationship with my steps****r but I love my dad and would never want to hurt him or allow someone else hurt him. “What?” I asked. I said it through clinched teeth as I was mad but I wanted her to say exactly what she was leading up to, so she couldn’t pull it back as a misunderstanding. “I was wondering if maybe the two of us could maybe, you know, have a relationship, a different kind of relationship,” she hemmed and hawed. “What do you mean?” I sought clarity. I looked at her sideways and she smiled. It was a pretty good game of cat and mouse going on right now. “I was wondering if maybe we could see each other on the side, no one would have to know and no one would get hurt,” she offered and her eyes flashed and she looked down at my lap. I had her but now started to think it was a setup. My mind reeled as I thought about ...

... her maybe trying to setup so she could get my father to kick me out of the house and disown me. I looked around and opened the door. I didn’t see any cars that I recognized but knew it wasn’t a good place nonetheless. I climbed out and walked around to her window. She looked perplexed but when I told her to climb in my truck, she did so without hesitation. I watched her shake her little ass as she walked and thought to myself how fun it was going to be to tap that. I climbed into my truck and leaned over and unlocked her door. A gentleman would have gone around and opened and held the door until the lady got in but she was no lady. I watched her slide into the seat next to me and started up my truck and drove out of the parking lot and out onto the boulevard. Maureen fastened her seat belt looked at me; she didn’t know me well enough to read what I was thinking so she said nothing. I drove a couple of blacks down and turned into the back of hotel parking lot. I pulled back behind the main buildings to where the last rooms that the hotel never over rents so we could be alone. I parked next a shed that the hotel probably used for storing extra furniture and shut off the engine. We were alone and no one could be watching us and if she bugged her car, no one would ever hear a tape of what was about to be said or happen. I turned to her and shouted, “You have a lot of fucking nerve.” I was upset but I played it up. I wanted her to know I didn’t appreciate anyone playing my dad as a ...