Page 38 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

“Hey buddy,” he boomed, clapping a hand on my back. “My wife giving you the third degree?”

I was just about to answer before Linda cut in.

“Not the third degree,” she scolded, reaching up to peck her husband’s cheek in greeting. “Just telling Rob that he should find someone, someone young, sweet, and nice, the perfect age for having kids. Because you know men,” she winked, waggling her eyebrows. “You’re so lucky you have a long timeline, you can be seventy and having kids still. Like Hugh Hefner, was that him?” she paused for a moment, wrinkling her brow. “Didn’t Hugh Hefner have kids when he was seventy?”

I had to interrupt at this point.

“Naw, I’m good,” I growled. “Not too many ladies around these days, I’ve been real busy.”

And to add to fuel to this already ludicrous fire, Linda clapped her hands on her hips and eyed me, scolding like a pecking hen.

“Too busy! Too busy to find a woman? Robert Parker,” she chided. “How could you be too busy to meet someone? Do you want to die the richest man in the cemetery, no family to cry at your funeral? My gawd,” she huffed exasperatedly. “Ray, we’ve gotta find someone for Robert, I can’t believe we’ve got such an eligible single man on our hands.”

I shook my head, gut churning. Because the truth is I’d already found the right girl. She was young, nubile, of childbearing age, and filled with my cum at this very moment. In fact, the brunette was upstairs right now, nude and saucy, wiping the insides of her thighs of my sperm, making sure not to spill more.

But self-preservation took over and I merely grunted something incoherent about “work” and “patients.” Besides, my buddy knows me well and pulled his wife back from the brink.

“Let’s leave Rob to his own devices,” he chuckled deeply. “I’m sure Rob’s got something up his sleeve.”

I almost snorted then. That’s right, except Mandy wasn’t up my sleeve. She was in plain sight, I was drilling their daughter in plain sight. But the seriousness of the situation rolled over me then because here I was, having a conversation with my lover’s parents as they unsuspectingly egged me on. They thought that I was dating women in their thirties, or forties even, these were the ladies that were “age-appropriate.” For all their playful teasing, if Linda and Ray found out that I was boning their precious baby, it’d be game over, shits and giggles no more. My head would be on a stake, balls nailed to wall by Ray barehanded, reported to the police for sure.

So I grunted, a despairing mood sweeping over me.

“Listen, I should get changed,” I managed. “Give me a few.”

And with that, I was up the stairs and back at the second-floor landing. Gratifyingly, the white droplets of cum were no longer there, they’d been swiped clean, the oak board glistening innocently. And my ears picked up the sounds of a shower, Mandy scrubbing that nude pink body, touching herself, probably wondering about the ache between her legs and in her butt. God, how much I wanted to join her just now. How much I wanted to barrel in there and add to that ache, to watch that sweet form convulse once more, to whisper in her ear as she panted my name. But vacation was over. Mandy’s parents were here, and the real world had just come crashing down. There was no us, and there never had been. The taboo affair was over.

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