Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... foam and whip it until it's white and frothy. Stella waits patiently for me. I reward him with a small kiss before getting down on my knees in front of him. I transfer the foam from the bowl to his crotch, applying a thick layer around his cock and on his balls. Then I use the razor in short strokes to remove it together with the short hairs underneath, stretching his skin tightly for the closest shave. He's a pretty smooth boy and this makes the job easy.

The balls work is still sensitive, but I've got good at it lately. Most of the time I manage to give him a clean job without any cuts. Sometimes I don't. He doesn't mind. When it happens he just smiles at me.

"Why don't you finish the job, darling?" he said once, when I gave him a larger slash on the sac, just above one of his testicles.

"Not today," I grinned. "Would you like that?"

He caressed my face. "I suppose so."

There is no such drama today. Once I'm done with his balls, I have him bent over the tub. I foam his crack and shave it clean.

***

When I wake up in the morning, it's day already. Stella is sleeping, her arm over my chest. Why do I feel so strongly about this self sufficient young man? Is it his cute butt? Or the fact that I feel I understand him so well? Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure I'm going to burn for it.

I free myself from his embrace and stand by the window. It's a nice day today. Or maybe it's just the climate here. The mornings are sunny, the afternoons are wet and rainy. ...

... The view from the flat opens over a jagged horizon -- blue and white mountain peaks rising on the other side of a large valley.

***

I'm stuffing my face, sitting naked and hard on a chair in the kitchen. Stella has finished eating and is standing by my side. I use one hand to grab more food and another to turn her around and feel her soft, smooth ass. It's fresh and cool. I pull her closer, my arm around her hips. I press my face against her behind. It feels great against my freshly shaved face. I like that it feels cold, but maybe the sweet boy needs a bit of warming up. I adjust his orientation and give him a swat on the backside.

"Ouch," he cries.

He's not wrong -- I put some weight behind that one. I follow with another one on the other cheek.

"Ouch!"

Crying will not help him, though. I put the food aside and stand for a better swing. I give him a series, waiting for his reaction after each blow. His buttocks shake on every contact.

"Ouch!" he screeches. "What are you doing? Bastard!"

I come around him, put my hands on his face and kiss him. My cock presses against his belly. He kisses me back.

I move back to his side. He has a hand on the table and the other on my arm. I give him another good series, and get more loud shrieks for my trouble. If anything, he only tightens his grip on my arm.

"Come," he says. "If you're going to beat me up this morning, you might as well do it properly."

He leads me to the bedroom and jumps in the bed. His ...