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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... unhappy. There were adults around. They fed me, bathed me and kept me out of trouble. Other than that, they left me to my own devices. They taught me nothing. They showed me nothing. I was not alone. There were other boys like me. I learned nothing about the world growing up. When I came to the city, I was dumb as fuck. I still am. I wish I was more like you. Happy now?"

It must have been another prepared speech.

I have this theory that Stella is a solitary creature and that she does not need somebody to be happy. Or that she actually believes that. I mean to test it.

"Did you have many close friends back then?"

"We were all very close. There was just us."

"Was somebody special to you?"

"Many special bodies. We were all very crazy, very busy and cared for a great many things. Just a bunch of very wild boys. Everybody wanted everything. Nobody cared to have just one friend. Not for any longer period of time."

The good weather hasn't followed us up the mountain. It has been foggy since noon and it gets colder as we continue to climb. Stella puts on a long sleeved shirt. When we arrive two hours later, it's quite chilly.

We stop in front of a four storey building on a street lined with tall trees. It's all quiet -- no car traffic in sight. A few kids seem serious about their business in a playground. I park the car not far from the entrance and, laden with all our luggage, we head for our home for the next few days. Our apartment is on the top floor and, ...

... not surprisingly for this type of construction, there is no elevator.

We drop the bags at the entrance and explore the place. It's big enough to accommodate a party of four and is more than satisfactorily appointed. Stella is a bit quieter than usual and uneasy, so I take her hand. His hand. I resolve to make an effort to take him for what he is -- a boy -- if only for the duration of our stay here.

"Let's unpack, shall we?" I suggest. Working together, we manage that quickly. I remember I haven't eaten since morning. "I'm hungry. Let's see if there's anything to eat here."

As promised, the two large fridges in the kitchen are very well stocked. We eat cold meats, cheese and plenty of fresh vegetables and fruits. Our mood improves greatly as our hunger subsides. I relax and see that Stella feels much more comfortable. We sit side by side and kiss, sharing the food we still chew on. On a full stomach, my appreciation for the place changes. It's well lit, warm and comfy. I like it.

"May I take my clothes off?" Stella asks sheepishly.

"You were dressed as a boy for too long?" I chuckle.

He grins and I give my consent. I'm not sure why he asked. I guess he still feels out of his comfort zone. He takes his shoes, pants and shirt off. He starts pulling his white panties down when I stop him.

"Why don't you be a good girl and keep those on for a while?"

He shows me his white pearly teeth again and I ask him to come and sit in my lap. There's almost no chance ...