Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... loudly with each thrust and lost myself in the ferocity of the moment until I fired my cum down her throat. I felt a massive pulse as each wave of my orgasm rolled through my body. I leaned on the bed gasping.

Bobbi just lay there on her side grinning at me. She wiped a spot of cum from the corner of her mouth and licked it off her finger. "Oh, I liked that," she said with a wink.

***

The next morning, I explained to Bobbi what her stepmom and I had talked about in the car. The porn theater fantasy. Bobbi was completely enthralled by the idea. It instantly got her creative juices flowing.

I knocked on Maggie's bedroom door just minutes later.

"C'mon in," she replied. I walked in a moment too late. She was adjusting the straps after putting her bra on. She smiled at me and pulled up on her straps, making her massive tits jiggle enticingly. She shook her head. "Just a minute too late, lover. I'd have let you have a lick before I put them in this over-the-shoulder, boulder holder."

I smiled, happy to see she was feeling better. "Now, I'm going to be depressed all day." I frowned playfully before I stepped up to her and kissed her firmly. She kissed back with enthusiasm. I stepped back and let her continue dressing. "So, before we were so rudely interrupted last night, there was a particular fantasy we were planning."

Her eyes opened wide, and I could see she hadn't forgotten either. "Yes?" she urged.

"If you are still interested," I smiled and paused, ...

... dragging out the tension. "We might have a slightly altered Netflix and chill evening after work on Friday." I turned my head and looked at her from the corner of my eye. "Sound good to you?"

I saw her hands flex and her jaw set. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me. "You mean to tell me ... that I have to wait until fucking Friday!?"

I spun and darted quickly from the room. "Yep, sorry!" I got around the corner just a moment before a pillow bounced off the doorframe. ***

The week's work was rather slow and dull, so Bobbi and I had plenty of time to plan for Friday evening. Paige was out of town for the weekend, so their date night was on hold. But Maggie didn't know that. Our travels that week included a few stops at several thrift stores. It took a couple of days, but Bobbie finally found what she was looking for.

Not long after we'd left a thrift store on Thursday, a dark cloud appeared on our otherwise sunny day. Bobbi's phone rang. In our line of work and with the number of business cards we hand out, we answer every call. I'm sure you wouldn't be surprised how often we hear about our car's extended warranty.

So, when she answered, "Good morning, Marcus Investigative Services, how can we help you?" she wasn't expecting to hear, "Hi Bobbi, it's Dad." Our phones are linked through the car's audio system so we can go hands-free.

Bobbi froze and I looked over at her. Her eyes hardened and I saw her look over at the phone in its cradle. I could see her ...