Page 37 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

And she shivered then, huge ass trembling around my dick as her anus took the pounding.

“Ummm,” she murmured again.

But what I hadn’t counted on was me. I was so aroused by this scenario, the huge fleshy curves, the giant butt below me, the sight of my cock buried deep, going in and out, fucking this slutty anus, and I burst within minutes. Yeah, me, Rob Parker, the guy who can go for hours, making a woman come and come again before seeking my own satisfaction, fucking blasted like a fifteen year-old doing it for the first time, splashing my hot white up the little girl’s rectum.

“Fuck!” I roared, face tight, abs and chest straining as my life force erupted. “Shee-it!”

Mandy whimpered too, shaking and shivering as my jism journeyed up her insides. Her orgasm thundered, beginning with a few telltale shivers and snowballing until that sweet anus pulsed spastically around me, milking my dick. I roared again, blasting full-force, semen coating her interior channel, the milky white spraying all the way up to her GI tract, and just as we both cried out in lust and pleasure, the door downstairs banged with a resounding thump, luggage thunking in the entryway.

“Yoo hoo!” called Linda’s voice, sailing up the stairs. “Anybody home?”

Oh shit, oh fucking shit. Mandy’s parents were here, Linda and Ray had arrived early. It was seven a.m. for crying out loud, who the fuck busts in this early in the morning? But this was their cabin, they owned the place and my girl and I were the interlopers.

So we jerked to a halt, the banging and thumping of the bed frame coming to an abrupt stop, the mattress ceasing its rhythmic creaks. But there was no way we could stop our bodies, there was no way that we could go from sixty to zero in one second. So despite the fact that Mandy buried her face in the pillow, a muffled shriek rang out despite her best efforts, her body convulsing around mine, the ripples of ecstasy impossible to contain. And roaring slightly beneath my breath, I let out one last spurt, one powerful spray of the good stuff, shooting it so deep that I was sure Mandy would choke, the white bubbling up in her throat.

But Linda’s footsteps were on the stairs now, growing louder with every second.

“Mandy!” she called. “Rob! Rise and shine, we’re here!” she sang.

And both of us sprang into action then. Mandy hopped off my dick and pulled a t-shirt over her head, scrambling with flying limbs out the door, zipping into her own room. And I pulled on a thick bathrobe, one that would hide my erection, the thick terrycloth like a sleeping bag wrapped around my form.

Feigning drowsiness, I pulled the door open.

“Heya Linda,” I yawned, rubbing my face like I’d just woken up. “What time is it?” I squinted blearily. Of course, this was all an act, I was completely awake and alert, adrenalin pumping through my veins.

“Yeah, Ray and I finished the repairs on the Millers’ roof, it was so easy,” chirped Linda. “So we decided to start driving at daybreak, and here we are!” she chirped, gesturing with her hands. “It’s lovely to see you too,” she said, leaning in for a kiss on the cheek.

I grunted, still doing my just-woken act as the door to Mandy’s room cracked open, my beautiful goddess standing there, clad in her own bathrobe.

“Hi Ma,” she yawned, letting out a dramatic sigh, arms outstretched over her head. “Glad you made it,” she murmured sleepily. I smirked, my eyes meeting hers over her mom’s shoulder. I couldn’t help it. We were both so full of shit, and if we played this “just got up” spiel any longer, we’d be caught for sure.

But Mandy was going for it.

“Ma, it’s seven a.m.,” she said like a pouty teen. “Why are you here so early? I don’t get it, I’m going back to bed,” she grumbled and with that, the door banged shut behind her.

Smart move, I thought. Smart move, ducking out of sight as soon as possible. No need to prolong the farce, it only provides opportunity to screw up. But suddenly, I realized why Mandy had pulled a disappearing act. Because right where she’d stood were a couple droplets of white on the floorboards, tangy and gooey. Oh shit, oh shit. My cock stiffened abruptly when I realized what it was, the unmistakable evidence of our loving. Semen was dripping from Mandy’s ass, my jizz was trickling from her anus, and she’d beat feet back into her room before the mess got even worse.

So with a hasty grin, I tried to rush Linda out of there.

“Here, come on,” I said, taking her elbow. “Let’s go downstairs, I’ll make you some coffee.”

But Linda couldn’t be budged.

“No, no!” she chirped. “I’ve got to do some unpacking, and then we’re gonna have so much fun together. Ray’s planned a full day of hiking, so there are lunches to get together, we’ve got to get drinking water from the well, and Mandy. That girl’s got to get up, she’s gonna miss all the fun.”

But I tugged Linda’s elbow insistently this time, the telltale droplets of white gleaming on the oak floorboards in the corner of my eye. Holy shit, they were so obvious and I needed to hustle the woman out of there stat before she slipped and fell on my semen, before she realized I’d been boning her daughter.

“Naw, it’s good,” I growled. “Let’s go downstairs and catch up first, I haven’t seen you guys in ages. Besides, there’s cinnamon toast,” I winked. “Isn’t that your favorite?”

And I haven’t known Rob and Linda all this time for nothing. Because immediately the middle-aged turned on her heel and nodded happily.

“It is!” she said. “It’s so nice of you to remember, Robert, I’ve always said you would be such a great catch for the right woman. Just you wait, there’s a lucky girl out there who’s going to thank her stars when you sweep her off her feet,” she clucked.

And making agreeable noises, I escorted the bubbly blonde with a firm hand down the stairs and into the kitchen, shaking my head when she couldn’t see. Because that lucky girl was her very own daughter, I’d already gotten lucky with Mandy, taking that sweet, nubile body, adoring the brunette, worshipping every inch of the curvaceous female. But the thing is that my luck had run out, the carriage had turned back into a pumpkin and everything was as clear as day now. Mandy wasn’t mine, our sex-filled tryst was done, and now in the bright light of morning, her parents were here to boot.

“That’s right,” Linda babbled happily, once we got into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for the bread. “One very lucky girl is going to sink her claws into Robert Parker, and we won’t see you anymore,” she clucked. “But it’s for the better, we want you to be happy Rob. Ray and I, we’ve wanted you to find someone for so long.”

And my friend came stamping into the kitchen right then, big as a bear, red-faced and jowly.

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