Page 17 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mandy

It’s crazy. This was supposed to be a family vacation, a G-rated event with all of us taking hikes together, doing arts and crafts, eating dinner at the kitchen table. But instead, it’s become X-rated, completely NC-17. Because my parents haven’t shown up yet. After the illicit blowjob by the patio, Rob and I picked ourselves up. Of course, I was completely nude, covered with his cum, my pussy dripping with need while Mr. Parker was pretty much fully dressed. He’d pulled his pants down to have a good time, but now, tucking himself back in, it was like it never happened. Sure, the big man’s hair was a little ruffled, those dark strands mussed, but otherwise the alpha was completely presentable, cool, casual, confident as always, just a gleam in those blue eyes hinting at what had happened.

“You wanna go upstairs and shower honey?” he rumbled, eyes caressing my curves. “You’re pretty sticky right now.”

And I blushed. Because oh my god, his sperm was all over me. I’d been able to drink most of it yes, gulping the tangy sweetness, but at the last moment he’d blasted right onto my torso and there were rivulets of jism dripping down my breasts and tummy now, one long strand even going perilously close to my pussy.

And without thinking, I pushed it into my snatch. I’m not sure what overcame me, but the white stuff belonged inside, it belonged deep in my body and so my hand dipped into the goo and with light thrusts, pushed it into my swollen cunt.

“Oh my god!” I flushed, realizing what I’d just done. “Oh my god.” My hand paused between my legs as my eyes widened, staring at Rob. For sure, I thought he was going to ream me out, give me some huge, tedious lecture on why I couldn’t get pregnant, why we needed to use protection, and why what I was doing was so wrong.

But instead those blue eyes flared, going hot once more.

“Shit baby girl,” he ground out, gaze never leaving my pussy. “Shit, I never thought I’d say this, but yeah, push the baby batter in deep. Get it in yourself, stroke it into that tiny twat.”

And I melted inside, puss gushing, loosening once again. Because yeah, this was what I wanted too. There was no point in denying the bald truth, what was clearly the right option. He wanted to jizz in me, every drop of his semen belonged in my body and there was no sense in pretending otherwise. Bareback was right between us, his cock hot, throbbing, spurting in all my holes, no disgusting plastic or latex between us.

So with a throaty murmur, my hand pushed deeper into my cunt, the hot white goo smearing my internal walls, going up into my vaginal chamber. Fuck, it felt good, and with another coy smile, I swiveled quickly, bending over and lifting my ass so that my slit was on view.

“Push it in yourself, big boy?” I cooed, wiggling my ass, nether lips gleaming, beckoning to the big man. “Push it in?”

I wasn’t sure if I meant dick, or cum, or both, but whatever it was, it didn’t matter because a phone went off then, an annoying, distracting buzz.

“Oh shit,” ground out Rob, shaft already hard again in his pants, eyes never leaving my twat. “Oh shit, it’s gotta be Ray and Linda.” And with an exasperated grunt, he picked up.

“Hello,” he barked.

My mom’s voice was audible even though she wasn’t on speaker.

“Robert, is that you?” she warbled. “Why haven’t you been picking up? I’ve been calling both you and Mandy, and getting total silence. What’s going on, we were so worried!”

Rob rolled his eyes at me. Of course, he could hardly say, “Your daughter and I have been fucking, in fact she’s bent over right now begging me to put my dick in her,” so instead he made something up.

“Reception is bad,” he ground out. “Sorry, there’s a dead spot in the living room, the phone didn’t ring.”

And Linda’s voice rang out tinnily once more.

“Dead spot?” she chirped. “We’ve never noticed a dead spot before, have we Ray? We’re going to have to ask the cable company to come over and take a look. Ray! Ray! Can you make sure to call Time Warner and make an appointment with a technician? We don’t pay all those expensive monthly fees to have a dead spot in the middle of our house.”

And my dad grumbled something or other, inaudible.

“Oh right, Verizon, not Time Warner, that’s right, sorry I get so confused about these electrical things,” continued Linda. “But anyways,” she continued, coming back onto the phone. “Now that I have you, what have the two of you been doing? I’m so sorry we’re not there yet.”

I looked at Rob, eyes wide, still nude, boobies hanging out, a rivulet of his cum dripping down my thigh. What could he say? My mind literally went blank, I had no idea and panicked slightly.

But Rob is fast on his feet and the question didn’t throw him off at all.

“Just grabbing lunch,” he rumbled. “I fired up the grill and Mandy and I had some cheeseburgers, the patties you had in the freezer were great.”

I blushed. Of course, that was what we’d been doing before we stopped for our illicit interlude, so it made total sense. Why was I so clueless, so bad at lying? And of course, the mere mention of those burgers made me flush once again, knowing that mine had been sautéed in Mr. Parker’s special sauce, marinated in his personal goodness. Oh god, it was so fucking dirty and yet I loved it. Absentmindedly, I licked my lips again, savoring his tangy taste, the fact that I’d just swallowed gallons of the good stuff. I didn’t want to shower, I didn’t want to brush my teeth, I didn’t want to wash him off me. I wanted to walk around like this, caked in his cum, smiling a secret smile as his sperm dripped from my curves, a sweet aftertaste as a naughty reminder.

But my parents were clueless, hundreds of miles away, and Linda chortled on.

“Well, you guys go ahead and have fun because Ray and I are stuck at home,” she prattled. “We had an emergency come up at the hardware store, and Ray and I need to stay a little longer to deal with it.”

My parents run the local home goods store, and trust me, there’s always an emergency. Someone’s boiler is always exploding, someone’s heater breaking, and my parents are such softies that they keep the store open at all hours so that customers can find parts, so that they can help out in times of need.

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