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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... position, I fuck him bent over the table, I fuck him lying over the table, I fuck him bent over the sink, head under the faucet. He sucks my dick on his knees. I cum in his mouth.

"Thanks," he says.

"For what?"

"Your boy milk."

"Don't mention it."

We finish eating and tidy up. Then we shower and brush.

"Let me check your butt," I ask him.

He lets me. His butt is fine. I slap him.

"Are we doing this again?"

"It was fun yesterday," I grin.

"Fine," he says. "But I need to kiss you first."

He makes me sit on a chair, straddles me and gives me a long, deep kiss.

"How do you want me?" he asks.

I have him lying face down over my lap, butt raised in the air. I play with his balls for a bit, before turning my attention to his soft behind. I start caressing it and gradually, my gentle strokes turn to sharp blows.

He screams and curses and tells me just what a lousy, pathetic, good for nothing mother fucker I am. I like it and slap him harder. He tries to block my arm and failing that, to cover his sorry butt with his hands. I smack his thighs, just below his cheeks. He kicks the floor and tries to leap off my lap. When his flesh becomes hot, I release him.

He jumps to his feet and rubs his sore backside. Then he sits gingerly on my lap, butt resting on my leg. He kisses me, one arm over my shoulder, and continues to feel and rub his own red ass behind his back with his other hand. I hold on to him, one arm around his waist and the other on ...

... his opposite leg. He breaks off touching his bottom to reach between his legs and pull his dick and nuts over. I find the sight of his small, hairless junk stored like this unduly arousing. The profligate knows it all too well.

"Play with my balls," he says.

The invitation is hardly necessary. I latch onto his bits and pump them gently in my hand, then find his testicles and roll them between my fingertips, one at a time.

"You're not done spanking me, are you?" he asks between wet, hungry kisses. I can't tell whether he's asking for more or just inquiring as to what my intentions are.

I take him to the bed where he climbs onto it. He lies face down, legs spread. For a moment I consider giving his exposed hole some attention, but I leave that for later. Instead, I proceed with tenderizing his raw butt some more.

"Stop!" he cries. "Fuck it! Asshole! Useless prick! You're hurting me! Sorry loser!"

He tries to escape under the pillows, but I catch him by the ankle and pull him back. His legs still spread, I give his inner thighs a thorough warm up. When he closes his legs, I switch my attention to his fleshy buttocks. He covers them with his hands, but I remove them easily. When he's had enough, he turns on his back and spreads his legs again. I finish the work I started on his thighs, to more of his cries, pleads and insults.

"Dumbass! Let me go! Bugger! Fuckface! Please, stop! Asswipe!"

He has his hair covering his eyes, but I think I can see tears at ...