Dad And Sophie Part 8 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 8

... until, from time to time, one was approached by a guy. The new couple would move towards the back of the floor, where it was significantly darker. As Sophie moved me that way, I realised there was not much dancing but a lot of hand movement. Couples were making out, kissing hard, one hand around each other's back and the other hand disappearing between the bodies or draped over the other's ass.

It's what you see in the last few dances before closing. Here, however, the evening was only starting. At this rate, they might be fucking before they left. My concentration and wandering eyes were lost as I felt Sophie put her hand on my cheek and pull me in for a kiss. Not so much a motherly peck, more a snog. As her tongue snaked out into my open lips, she ground her body against mine.

I'm sure she could feel my erection as her other hand grabbed my ass and pulled me harder onto her. We stayed on the dancefloor for two more songs until Sophie decided we needed more drinks, and she went to the toilet. I stood at the bar and ordered a couple more drinks and two shots, waiting for my stepmom to rejoin me. I had almost finished my drink when she finally reappeared from the toilet, but it took ages to get to me.

It seemed everyone wanted to speak to her. I could see her motioning her hand towards me, and I recognised the mouth movements for 'Paul's son'. I got another beer, and then she arrived. I could not fail to notice that he had further adjusted her skirt. The zips were ...

... fully open now; the dress was essentially two flaps of leather on a belt. She had also twisted it so instead of the slits being on the side; they were on the top of her thigh and from behind on one cheek of her ass.

As we returned to the dancefloor, I realised she had also removed her thong. Additionally, the buttons on the front of her blouse were open down to her belly button. She handed her thong to me, and I slipped it in my pocket. As we started to kiss again, Sophie took the hand I had around her back and put my fingers into the slit over her ass, pushing my fingers right to her ass.

I was about to tell her off when I felt my fly being drawn down, and her tiny fingers were soon wrapped around the base of my cock. I managed to draw away and was about to remonstrate with her when she reminded me that my father had given me strict instructions to follow her every command. Or if I weren't going to play ball, she would find a guy who was happy to do so. That was expressly not allowed for me to happen.

So, I found myself in a tricky place. I don't know why I was making a fuss about this; Colin would give his left testicle to be where I was right now, with Sophie's tongue in my mouth and my fingers hovering close to her pussy. I knew that there would be no resistance if I tried. Before I could pull my hand back, I remembered my father's words that while we were out, Sophie needed to be satisfied.

Those exact words drove my fingers forward, and one slipped into her ...