Boyfriend's Dad - Sex Stories

Boyfriend's Dad

... other side and we got comfortable but did not cuddle up this time. He shared his thoughts about the show and cracked some jokes as he was poking fun at it. I got mildly annoyed but found it overall humorous. We started feeling relaxed again together and for that I was relieved. He did not stop cracking jokes about it and pretending to judge me for liking the show. I playfully slapped his arm and told him to shut up while giggling.

"Aww come on," he said with a grin. "Lighten up a bit!"

"No, you're being a dick," I said laughing and playfully slapping his arm again.

"I can't believe you like this shit," he said laughing and provoking me.

I gasped and got on my knees and raised my arms like I was going to hit him. He raised his arms to protect himself and caught mine as they came down. I ended up partially on top of him with him grabbing my wrists as I struggled to get free. We were both laughing as we wrestled a bit. We were panting a bit and made eye contact and our laughter died down.

In a moment we weren't laughing anymore but looking into each other's eyes. I went from panting from the playful wrestling to breathing heavily from being turned on. I felt the same electricity between us return.

Seemingly simultaneously again we leaned in and kissed each other. I closed my eyes as our lips locked again. I felt his grip around my wrists soften as he let go and moved his hands around my back as mine fell on his chest. We released the kiss only to shift our ...

... faces and kiss again. This time, no one was pulling away. Each time the kiss ended we started a new one. After kissing passionately for some time we pulled away, panting, while staring into each other's eyes. No one spoke for a bit, each judging the other's reaction.

"Fuck..." he muttered, with his arms still around me and my hands on his chest.

I grew disappointed again. I thought to myselfhere we go again.

"We can't," he said to me in a disappointed tone.

"I know," I said as we stayed put looking embracing each other.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face crept a bit closer to mine and I took that as my signal to go in. I went in and kissed him again. Our lips started opening up and locking as we began making out.

"We shouldn't," he told me between kisses.

"I know," I responded between kisses as well, with no intention of stopping. "We shouldn't."

I was massively turned on. We had an undeniable connection and attraction between us. All those times I fantasized about my boyfriend's dad while masturbating or during sex flew threw my mind. I was actually here I thought. I'm making out with my boyfriend's dad and loving it.

"It's so wrong," he said softly, again between kisses.

"It is," I told him, not slowing down our pace at all.

We kept making out and our hands started to explore each other's bodies. His hands were all over my back, my neck, running through my hair, and my hips. My hands on his chest, his neck, his cheeks, his back, ...