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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... now that I'm going to make a proper man out of him. The fact that he's older amuses me out of proportion.

He sits on my thigh, legs spread. I spread them further. He has tucked his junk in his good girl panties and there's no manly bulge down there. I run my hand over his smooth, girly thighs and his clothed crotch. He eyes me curiously. I try to slip my hand inside his panties. He helps, pulling the panties out so I have an easier time feeling the base of his dick. I take his t-shirt off, and he kindly assists again. He lays his arms over my shoulders. I suck his pierced nipples and he kisses me. It's great fun, but my very hard dick insists upon joining the fray.

"Stella, sweetie, would you go to the bathroom and clean your ass really well?" I ask him. "Like really, really well." There was absolutely no need for the latter clarification. "I'll come and check on you in a few minutes."

He nods and takes off, dropping his panties along the way.

I watch him disappear through the bathroom doorway, before getting up and making tidy around the kitchen. I go to the bedroom and take all my clothes off, and then head towards the bathroom to see how Stella is doing.

I find him on the toilet, legs closed, elbows over knees, holding the bidet shower in one hand. I stand right in front of him, my erection pressed on his face and I fondle his tits. If the situation he's in doesn't dispel any notion of masculinity in his head, I don't know what else can.

I hear the ...

... water gushing out of his bowels. I let him finish, still squeezing his tits. He means to flush the toilet, but I interrupt him and inspect what came out of him. I told him I'll check on him and I meant it. After flushing, he fits the bum gun under his behind and fills his belly one more time. I encourage him to take my cock in his mouth and he obliges. He gets more serious about sucking cock when his belly is full of water. He drops the shower head on the floor and puts his arms on my hips, for better purchase. He sucks dick, making hungry little noises, like I hadn't fed him just before. He doesn't stop kissing and licking the tip of my dick as water jets once again out of his insides. He learned quickly, and doesn't rush to flush before I check on him again: the water now is mostly clear, not brown like the first time. He fills up for the third time, looking at my face and laying small kisses on my stomach. He has tears in his eyes, probably from the too enthusiastic cock sucking before. When he lays down the hose again he returns to suckling on my meat, because what else is a girl supposed to do while waiting for water to clean up her bowels? I caress his face and ruffle his hair, to let him know he's doing well.

"You done there?" I ask him when I hear the water coming out the third time.

"Mmmm," he answers.

I grab his hair and drag him into the shower. We soap up and make out under the hot stream. He is every bit as hungry as I am. I have my fingers exploring the ...