Your dad made me a woman this morning.
In other words, Your dad fucked me.
To be fair: I fucked him, too. At some point he rolled over and I settled onto my knees. I swung my thigh over to straddle him and grabbed his cock to guide him in.
We fucked. Then we took a shower together. And then I made him breakfast.
I'm so lost right now I can't even find words to explain it. I begged him not to go to work. He said he had an important meeting today. I was so sad I pouted. I didn't want him to go. I needed him to stay and keep fucking me so I wouldn't have to think about it. I'm trying so hard to focus. It's like I lost the male thing inside of me. For a moment it's there, and then I feel how well used my pussy feels. . .
I'm drinking my coffee. I'm thinking about it. The way it slides in. How deeply it settles into you. The sheer impact of one pelvis to another. The orgasms were incredible. Deep, coursing into my tits, shaking my entire body. My fingers could never reproduce it.
I should have occupied my time better while you searched for my way out. It was a mistake to look through your mother's things the last few days. The dildo, the lingerie, touching myself - all of these were bad ideas. All helped to changed the situation in my mind. It took everything in me last night to fake a headache. I dozed off into a fitful sleep, my dreams all over the place. I woke up to the faint morning light pouring into your parent's bedroom. Your dad must have heard me stir because he rolled over and, spooning me, pulled me close.
I could feel it. In his briefs. Pressing into me. Oh god.
I don't know why I did it, but I pushed back. I pressed your mom's plump little ass into it. It was all the message he needed.
Your dad's hand slid up to cup my breast beneath my shirt. He pinched my nipple. I whimpered. He whispered in my ear. "Good morning, Mrs. Smith." I whispered back. "Good morning, Mr. Smith. His hand took the reverse journey, to my panties, slipping beneath them and settling into me. "Someone is wet." His fingers moved slowly and I wiggled in the bed. "Yes." It was already over. The introduction of his thick finger was more than I could comprehend. My panties were drenched through. Desperate, I reached back and cupped him in my hand feeling a small bead of his juices in the crotch of his underwear. He cock was hard, massive, hot and my toes curled at the thought of him sliding in.
He pulled his hands away and I whimpered again at the loss. He was removing his underwear. I stayed facing away from him, too scared to move. Then I felt his fingers twisted around my underwear and I shifted my hips so my panties could be removed. I wanted it. He pressed me forward slightly and then I felt it settle onto my lips. Then it pressed in. Oh fuck!
Everything beyond that point was completely animalistic. My moans spurred him on. He wasn't gentle. All of my denials had built up within your father. I was flung across your parents bed. Used. My thighs spread open. My hair pulled. My pussy punished.
I loved it.
I completely lost track of my orgasms.
Finally he moaned. We were in missionary. I was no longer ashamed to face him. The vocalization snapped me out of the fervor. Time stopped. My mind reeled at what was happening. He was deep inside of me. I was a woman. I was being fucked. Before I could do anything his cock began to shutter. I felt a peculiar warmth filling me. Rather than being horrified it made me so fucking hot to know my body had gotten him off. That he was cumming inside of me. "Yes!"
He fell next to me and pulled me into his arms. I could feel his cum dripping out of me. There was so much of him. He said sweetly, "That was good," then, as an afterthought, "Now I'm hungry." I smile thinking about it. I already knew I'd cook him pancakes. After so many orgasms he had earned it. After the shower I put on your mom's apron and got to work. My breasts felt perkier for some reason. I definitely looked younger in the mirror. It's as if the sex is mixing with the energy of my old form. It's probably not an issue. . .
I'm supposed to meet you at the library today.
But I can't get out of my head what your dad said to me before he left.
He handed me a credit card. "Let's go out tonight. Go shopping. Buy something sexy for me." No. I need to meet you.
I think of your mom's bridal lingerie. How good it looked to wear it. How hot it made me.
Maybe it would be fun to try something new. . . Maybe I could have a look at the mall? You probably won't mind if I'm late. Would you?
