Traveling With Bryan - Ch. 5 - We Head Home From The Funeral - Sex Stories

Traveling With Bryan - Ch. 5 - We Head Home From The Funeral

... like your girlfriend." "Brenda, you look great. No one would look at you and think you are twenty four. They would think you are eighteen or nineteen at the most." I smiled thinking, 'This kid is a real charmer. He was buttering me up to get what he wants.' And it was working. I was buying his bullshit that I only looked like I was eighteen. "I guess you can pass for eighteen or nineteen, so it is possible we look like a couple." I considered the possibilities for a moment. "I tell you what, rather than go up I-44 towards Springfield, let's stay on I-40 into Memphis. We can get in early and have one date night. You pick the restaurant, the after dinner dancing. I will even let you select my outfit. Tomorrow night, you are the man and I am your little girlfriend. I will give you the money to pay for things. I will hang on your arm and let you do with me what you will." I looked over and saw a bulge twitching in Bryan's crotch. The thought of me allowing him to call the shots tomorrow night really excited him. "You'll really let me select your outfit?" "Yes sir, I will. As long as you don't try to dress me in something that will get me arrested, you get to dress me tomorrow night. I will even let you bathe me, and paint my toe nails and prepare me for our date. Would you like that? Would you like to get me ready for our date?" The front of Bryan's pants was like a tent now. I had gotten my young man hard just talking to him like this. I was going to have fun with my stepson ...

... for the next several months. I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze. "It sure looks like you like the thought of getting me ready. Is it the thought of bathing me? Or painting my toe nails? Or dressing me that has you so hard?" I teased as I gave his cock another playful squeeze. "Maybe I'll even let you shave me." "Oh shit Brenda, you are so sexy." I removed my hand, fearing that further distraction would cause him to crash. And we began looking for a place to spend the night. We pulled off I-40 about 100 miles east of Oklahoma City and checked into a La Quinta motel. I sent Bryan in with my credit card to register us. We walked to our room, carrying our overnight bags. I was surprised when we opened the door to find one king sized bed. "Bryan, didn't they have any doubles?" "Yeah, they did, but I told him that my girl and I prefer a king. He never even asked about the fact that it was your name on the credit card." I looked into Bryan's eyes and I felt a rush of love and affection for him. "Honey, would you do me a favor?" "Sure Brenda, what is it?" "Would you please take off all your clothes for me? I would like to do something," I said as I walked over to the bed to get a pillow. Bryan quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants and underwear. I had never seen anyone get out of their clothes so quickly. His cock was growing erect in anticipation of what might be happening. I stood back for a moment, watching his erection throb to life, admiring the ...