My Son's Girlfriend
“Oh really?” I drawl casually. “And what happened next?”
Jimmy launches into the next phase of his tale, blabbering away and completely unaware of the sexual sparks between his dad and his girlfriend. I look over at Katie, and she’s still breathing hard although her eyes are fixed on my son. Oh yeah, those big breasts are heaving for air and my mouth waters hungrily. I have to see where this goes.
Slowly, I start sliding my hand closer to her pussy, my fingers soon finding their way to her panties. To my absolute delight, the fabric’s drenched. Good. She wants this. My cock hardens in my pants, and I’m grateful for the fact that we’re sitting down. I’m also grateful for my son’s total immersion in lacrosse and lack of awareness.
Slowly inching Katie’s panties to the side, I run my fingers along her soft nether lips. She moans under her breath, lashes fluttering, and I feel a gush of wetness against my palm. Hell yeah, the woman wants it. But never underestimate a horny virgin because then Katie shifts a bit in her seat, and opens her legs ever so slightly. Holy shit, she’s giving me access! She wants me to touch her even more. My heart beats in my chest as I let my fingers caress her clit with rhythmic circles, making her gasp suddenly. Jimmy stops talking and peers at her. I keep my fingers still.
“You okay?” he asks Katie curiously.
“Of course,” she murmurs, taking a sip of water. Jimmy doesn’t seem to have noticed any of what’s going on and keeps blathering on, so I continue as well. I let my fingers slide across her clit again, which is hard and swollen with excitement. Faster and faster I rub it, once in a while dipping my fingers down into her creaming cunt – not too deep, just enough to lubricate my fingers with Katie’s own juices. Feeling her wet pussy respond to my digits like this has me rock hard. My huge cock is bulging out of my pants as I continue to rub her clit faster and faster until she suddenly suppresses a moan and knocks over her water glass, surprising Jimmy.
“Katie! Are you sure you’re okay?” he says, picking up the water glass and dealing with the waiter who was alerted by the commotion. I use this moment to pull my fingers out of Katie’s drenched panties without anyone noticing.
“Of course! Excuse me,” says Katie hoarsely, getting up and rushing away to the restrooms.
“So,” I say to Jimmy, wiping my fingers on my napkin. “Your girlfriend’s very nice.”
“I guess,” he shrugs, which confuses me. What the hell is going on here? There’s as much electricity between them as rubber and plastic, which is to say no current whatsoever. He doesn’t seem to be into her at all, and even more interestingly, she doesn’t seem to be into him. Nor does Katie seem like the type of girl who’s okay with being fingered by her boyfriend’s dad, in a fancy restaurant, in front of said boyfriend. Frankly, even I can’t believe that just happened. I’m so horny for her, all I want to do is follow her and own her in a restroom stall. I want to make her come not just with my fingers, but with my huge cock this time.
But Katie returns to the table and we finish the rest of dinner pretending everything is normal. Jimmy continues to blather on a bit, still oblivious, as we eat our dessert. I catch Katie shooting me a few more looks, but keep my expression neutral. There’s no sense in alerting my son to what just happened. Hell, even I’m not sure what comes next
But after we say our goodbyes, I know something has to happen. I get into my car and shift uncomfortably from the raging boner that’s been with me for hours now. It’s clear that Velma won’t be enough, especially now that I’ve laid eyes on Katie. I don’t know how the brunette’s done this from just one encounter, but I do know that I have to have her somehow. Even though the sweet girl is my son’s girlfriend, my attraction defies everything that’s good and decent … and I’m not going to fight it.
Chapter 4
KATIE
Holy shit. I can’t believe that happened last night! I didn’t sleep a wink. Now I’m pacing my bedroom in my underwear, trying to get dressed, but not sure what to wear, and not even sure I should even go. This lacrosse game is something I can miss, right? The fact that my boyfriend, the star athlete, is playing doesn’t matter. Right?
But his dad will be there, and that does matter. A lot. Because oh god, what we did last night was so dirty. I can’t go! I can’t face either of them. Maybe I should just break up with Jimmy and forget the whole thing ever happened. Hysterical, I continue pacing. Yet last night was so hot. It felt wrong that it happened, but it also felt so right. How can that be?