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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... panting. "Yeah, I do."

The crazy cat is eating my cum from his fingers. I'd say he is pleased, too. I give him a small kiss.

After we tidy up the kitchen, he suggests we soak in the tub. We fool around the dimly lit bathroom while the bathtub fills with water as hot as we can bear. The cat boy's body is sweaty like mine. I pull him closer and kiss him, rub his fleshy ass or touch his raw hole. He kisses me and lets me explore him, until the bathtub is almost filled. We step in the hot water, jumping from one foot to another, until we adjust to the heat.

The tub is normal size, fit for one person. We sit in the water and keep switching positions -- we're either facing each other, legs crossed, or I hold him in my arms. Either way, it's crowded. When we rest, I get to stare at the funny cat face. When we get busy, I get to play with his tits -- rings still on, or run my fingers over and inside both of his holes. When the water starts to cool, we have a toilet break and refill the tub. He sits on the bowl and pisses. I piss over his painted face and in his mouth, and then I taste his tongue. When the last drop of piss has been shaken off, we return to the hot tub and soak in the steamy water.

"Is your asshole all loosened up?" I ask when the water is no longer hot. After all the day's action and the relaxing bath, I bet it is as loose as it gets. He sits between my legs, facing the same way I do. I roll his tits up and pull them out.

"My asshole is never ...

... loose, little boy!" he retorts. We both laugh.

"Okay, then. Let's get you back to bed and I'll give yourtight asshole a good stretch. Then I'll give you a good fuck good night."

"Yeah..." he answers softly and needily.

***

Stella is looking at me. I wake up. My cock is hard. I may have got the order wrong here.

She -- he, I remember -- has his arm around me.

We fuck for a while, then stop to have breakfast. Actually, it's me having breakfast. He's mostly busy trying to wash the cat from his face. I observe his efforts through the open bathroom door. He tries the paint remover in increasingly more generous applications, but stubborn streaks of paint cling on. Undeterred, he switches tactics, reaching for a bar of soap and warm water. He lathers his hands and massages his face. The water carries away the suds, but leaves behind the color. Frustration creeps into his movements as he alternates between the remover, soap, and a combination of both.

"You can leave it on. I like it."

"It just does not come off."

He comes back and sits on my lap. Despite his efforts, the bright hues persist. They create an unintentional and somewhat abstract design on his skin. His fingers wrap around my dick. I load his mouth while he loads mine. We visit the bathroom for the serious morning business -- one at a time -- and then go back to eating breakfast. He finds some oil and pours it on my dick. Then he sits on it. It's much better like this. I fuck him in the hot seat ...