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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... done, fuck it! No, I want more of it."

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When I'm almost done with him after a long fuck, he's again sitting on his knees, at my feet. He rolls my balls over the base of my cock as I fill his mouth with my cum. He shows me his pierced tongue in the pool of semen, he tries to kiss and lick the tip of my dick before swallowing my load. I stand him up from his knees, caress his soft buttocks and eat his cum flavored mouth.

"Tell me again," he asks, "why is it always you doing the fucking? I'm the older guy here."

"You want to do the fucking, sweetheart?" Just to make my point clear, I sit him on my lap and fondle his soft cock and small balls.

"Hmm, okay..." his flash of seriousness devolves into giggling. "You do it."

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"This isn't working," I let him know. "You're not taking the `being a boy' job seriously."

"Man."

"Forget man. You can't do boy.You are the lamest impression of a boy I've ever seen."

"What are we going to do?"

"I'll think of something," I say. "For now, let's go out. It's almost evening already."

We get off the bed where we were lying naked after taking a shower and start looking for clothes to wear. I have to help Stella pull her --his -- t-shirt on, because he's such a doll.

There's still light outside when we hit the streets. The town center is too close to take the car, and we're out for a walk anyway.

Stella wears dark colored trousers, a long sleeved shirt and a pullover for warmth. He looks more like a tomboy ...

... than a real boy. Unless the clothes are tight over his ass and chest, his girlish shapes melt away. Still, what remains is a long, thin body, beneath a girly face. A travesty of a boy, for sure. Completed with panties and nipple rings, but they're not visible. Only I know they're there.

We walk around the town like we often do in the city. The evening is chillier than I thought it'd be. Stella is a bit cold and clings to me. I offer my jacket or to go back and get him one, but he says no. Instead I keep an arm around him, to warm him up. I hold his cold hands and kiss him often. Out of one of his ridiculous short dresses, few people pay attention to him. Maybe it's better like this -- to have this pretty boy all for myself.

We have a hot tea drink in a coffee shop. His nose is red and running. I wipe it with a napkin like he's my little brother. He laughs and snorts, sounding like a jackass hee-haw, and involuntarily blows out more snot. He's so cute that I have to kiss him.

"I want to fuck you," I tell him.

"I want you to fuck me," he answers and kisses me back.

For once, he does not insist on paying when we leave.

Back at our flat it's the same routine from earlier: eat, shower, fuck, then shower again. Naked in the bathroom, we brush and floss, getting ready for bed.

After another closer look at him, I decide it's time he gets a shave. I tell him that and he gets me my shaving kit, then sits on the bathtub edge, legs spread. I fill half of a bowl with ...