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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... their corners. I lie down by his side and let him hug me. He buries his face under my arm again.

I pet his blonde head and wonder what will take to make him cry. Then I hear him sobbing. My cock gets very hard. I give him a kiss on the top of the head and let him softly cry his heart out. When I try to raise his head and look at his face, he does not resist. The tears I have felt on my arm have stained his face. His nose is running. His eyes are red. He makes no attempts to hide his whimpering. If anything, he looks at me and starts crying harder. He looks pained and sweet and with a half washed cat face on, comical. My cock twitches with arousal. I let him put his face back on my body.

I like this guy, who's older than me. Even when he's like this, hanging naked from my body and giving himself without reservation, he's complete and he's free.

He takes longer to recover. When he does, he sucks my cock. He lays small kisses all around it and licks and strokes my balls. When he's had his fill of that, he squats over me and fits my shaft in his ass. Then he fucks me with quiet determination. His face is over mine. His hands are on my shoulders. He kisses me and I taste his dried tears and snot. I kiss him back and run my hands up and down his strong body and legs.

I let him know when I'm about to cum and he climbs down my body to taste my cock.

***

He mostly watched me earlier on when I had my breakfast. Now he's eating his. I watch him spreading some soft ...

... cheese over a slice of bread. Like usual when he's eating, he seems to find great pleasure in it, as if his meal is exquisitely tasty or has another remarkable quality to it.

"How did you like your spanking?" I ask him.

Despite more scrubbing with paint remover and soap, he still has a cat face on. Most of the paint is gone, but the design remains visible -- blurred and breaking up now.

He rolls his eyes. "You needed it more than I did."

"I seem to remember someone sniffling, face buried in my shoulder."

"I was only trying to keep you entertained."

"Because smacking your butt was not enough?"

"Because your budding masculinity needed reassurance."

"How dare you?" I laugh uncontrollably.

"You looked so eager to trash my butt," he nods sagely, "I just had to let you do it."

"Miscreant!"

"Faggot."

"Me!? I'm the faggot?"

"You're practically begging me to let you suck my dick."

"Delinquent!" There's nothing technically incorrect about what he says. Still, I can't allow him to get away with it. Punishment is in order. "That's it! No more fucking you in the ass, mister!"

"Still, you're cute," he says. "I wouldn't fuck you otherwise."

"On second thought, maybe I'll let you suck my dick."

"May I still lick your asshole?" he inquires in a businesslike tone, while spreading some vegetable paste over another slice of bread.

I'm about to consider his request when my phone starts buzzing. I've blocked most numbers for non emergency calls, ...