Black Cat (Part I) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part I)

... for now.”

“Sigh. Might as well take the other one back upstairs, too, and do another round. You have a pretty extensive Disney and Pixar section, I’ll find one without S&M or rape. Or maybe just with a mediocre rape scene, not a winner of the grand prix”

“What’s the last one? I’m not sure I wanna know, but just out of curiosity…”

“Scream”

“Scream?”

“Scream… it’s the really old one. I wanted to watch the new one with that girl from ‘Wednesday’, but that was a hard no from Mom. But I thought maybe the first is also ok?”

“I haven’t seen the last two, but most of the sequels were crap. Entertaining crap to quote a famous movie critic. But the first one is actually quite good”

“OK, then, Scream it is”

“Nope. Take a look at the cover. R.”

“Pretty please, Daddy?”

“Oh come on…” But I already felt I was caving in. I didn’t remember all of it, the movie was something like 25 years old… but I was pretty sure it wasn’t gory (at least not Hellraiser gory), no sex scenes, nothing controversial.

She held the box in front of her chest, tilted her head to the side, and batted her eyelashes a few times, slowly.

“Not a word to your mom, okay? If she asks, we watched…”

“Irreversible. Best rape scene and - if I remember correctly - best head bashing”.

“I’m serious. I think ‘Scream’ is okay for you. But I still don’t want to discuss this with your mom.”

“Deal. I won’t discuss anything about this evening with her.” A wink. My cock twitched. I felt more ...

... sweat running down my back.

Game, set, and match.

“Do you have any popcorn?”

“Uhm, no.”

“Movie nights without popcorn are against the law. Lemme run downstairs and get some. I also have to change.”

“Take your time, I’m going to take a quick shower. I think I smell like cooking oil and shredded broccoli”

“Amazing, and you haven’t even cooked”. Another wink, she turned around and exited stage right.

I heard her yell from the stairway: “Gimme 20 minutes…”

I went to the bathroom upstairs, undressed, got into the walk-in shower, and turned cold water on. My cock was harder than it had been in… I dunno… years? I let cold water run over it and it slowly shrank. I soaped up, rinsed off, and got out. Dried myself with a towel from the towel warmer. I put on the tightest pair of boxers I had. If I get another boner later (“If?” a little voice in my head whispered), this should keep it in check. I put on loose jogging pants and a black T-shirt. I checked myself in the mirror. I looked a little flushed. My hair looked a little bit darker when it was wet, but at least you couldn’t see the little speckles of gray that had started to appear about a year ago. I’m by no means a good-looking guy. If anything, I look pretty average. My body was reasonably fit for somebody pushing 50. I adjusted my cock and made sure it was pointing upwards. No more weird sideway boners tonight, please. My cock is an average 6 inches, not circumcised and I think a little thicker than the ...