Read Father With the Naughty Bride Online
Authors: Valerie J Aurora
After about a minute of this manipulation, until a drop of clear liquid leaked out of my tip, Angela stopped her ministrations and pushed me down on the sofa. I sat there, my flagpole at full-staff, and watched my future daughter-in-law start to undress. She was wearing the skin-tight gold dress I saw her in at dinner. She slowly peeled off the spaghetti straps from her shoulders and pulled the top of the dress down so that a black lacy bra, about size thirty-two, showed. I looked up at Angela’s face and she had a small Mona Lisa-type smile on a face that meant business but eyes that looked sultry and lusty. She moved her hips slowly to the left and right as she pushed her dress down, exposing more of her slightly bronzed skin
.
I saw her flat tummy exposed to me and that made me twitch; it always did. While she had a great body, I always loved her flat tummy. She knew that too, because as she watched me and knew that her navel was showing, almost like a Pavlov dog, my member twitched. Angela smiled.
She pulled the dress over her hips and pushed it to the floor. Yep, those black panties she left behind were the ones she didn’t wear to dinner. She stepped out her dress, unhooked her bra from the front and peeled it off, dropping it in front of her. She had deep pink nipples on firm breasts and a very nicely manicured patch of hair between her legs. She was all I had known and remembered the last couple years. Even if it had been twenty-seven days since we were last together.
“Come here and lay down,” I said. She nodded, smiled and moved to the sofa as I got up. She smoothly sat on the sofa, then lay back, putting her head on a pillow, her right leg on the back of the sofa and her left foot flat on the floor. She moved a hand and softly rubbed her special spot as if she was sweeping a red carpet before welcoming me.
I kneeled down at the sofa and bent my upper body forward so that my face hovered above your sweet triangle
.
Angela was already heaving and breathless in anticipation
.
I tilted my head down, inhaled her scent – which had a hint of honey – and sighed, then I rubbed the tip of my nose against her sweet spot while I stuck out my tongue and flicked the very tip against her soft, pink folds. She flinched, but sighed deeply and closed her eyes while arching her back slightly. Her nectar tasted so good on my tongue that I wasn’t going to “ease” into this. I moved my nose in a circular motion over her sensitive spot while my hands explored and massaged Angela’s breasts and my tongue started dragging over the lips and rim to her love-channel, each downward and upward motion sending a soft wave of pleasure over Angela’s body and making her hips rotate slightly and involuntarily
.
She put her right hand on my head and ran her red-painted nails through my hair as I nodded my chin, directing my tongue over every inch of her slit.
Soft moans escaped from her mouth as she arced her back and rolled her eyes back into her head. I pinched her nipples between my fingers and I licked, making her spasm and sigh. It only took about a minute of my tongue-lashing for her to drip with her essence and for her folds to get puffy.
“You’re ready,” I said, and Angela nodded.
I lifted myself up and positioned myself at her opening. I moved my body, bending over her and kissed her deeply and passionately. She kissed me back, squeezing me with her arms and wrapping her legs around me. She whispered into my ear, “Love me like I want it.”
That was my cue. I pushed my hips forward forcefully, driving my thick piston deep into her tight channel. She gasped and moaned in my ear, saying “yesss,” as I fully entered her and paused, enjoying the sensations of her warmth, wetness and tightness squeezing my base as I was fully engulfed in her. After a quick second of savoring, I then moved quickly, powerfully thrusting my hips into Angela at an aggressive pace, my eggs making an audible slapping sound against her butt. She moaned and sighed, saying “yess baby” and grunting dirty talk into my ear as I kissed her neck and slid my hands up and down the sides of her body. I then moved my head up to look Angela in the face. Her blue stared eyes looked back at me, and I swore I could see the deepest part of her soul. I felt her body go slightly limp, as if she was melting. She squeezed her thighs around my waist as I pumped into her forcefully and quickly.
Just as I saw her start to climb her mountain of pleasure – I saw her body twitch, her neck and shoulders getting flushed and feeling her love-channel spasm around me – and I felt my length start to fill with love-fluid, I hear something that could have been like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“DAD!”
“Eric!” I yelled, then moaned “aaaaahhhhhhhh” as my length exploded, shooting what felt like a fire hose into Angela. Angela’s eyes opened wide in surprise at hearing Eric’s voice, but moaned as she felt my milk fill her cavity
.
She shook, but came up short of a full orgasm due to the surprise. She gently pushed me slightly, trying to encourage me to pull out of her. Before I could completely pull out, however, my son came up behind me and pulled me by my shoulders and I tumbled to the floor, still clothed, with my eight-inch member throbbing, glistening with Angela’s juices and with a couple drops of my milk hanging just outside the tip, ready to drip to the floor.
Angela didn’t cover up. She just laid there.
“I thought you were done with her! I thought she loved
me
!” Eric yelled.
Angela was calm and direct. “Eric, honey, the truth is, I’ve always had feelings for your dad,” she said matter-of-factly. “I only agreed to marry you because I thought it would look more normal, but really I always wanted to be with your dad and imagined myself having kids with him.”
Eric stood there, shocked, then demanded the ring back. “I came by to talk to my dad about you, and here I see you under him? I saw dad through the window to the front room since the blinds weren’t pulled. It looked like he had a date, but I didn’t know it was
you
until I walked in. Give me the ring back.
Now.
”
Just as she was about to pull the half-carat solitaire off her finger, I spoke up.
“Stop, Angela,” I said. I got down on a knee in front of her and asked, “Angela, will you marry
me
?”
She smiled and said, “yes.” Eric yelled and left the house, slamming the front door closed.
Needless to say, Eric and I don’t talk anymore
.
I wanted him to come to my wedding to share in my happiness.
I’m afraid I lost a son, like I was going to anyway. But now I gained a wife. And about twenty years to my life. So it’s a good trade.
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