Page 9 of Dean Daddy

She squirms in her seat and I know that my words are exciting her, so I move my hand to her thigh and stroke it delicately. Her chest rises a little faster as I reach the top of her leg and run my finger across the crotch of her panties.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“I’m gonna get you off on the way to breakfast. I think that’s just the stress reliever you need.”

“My mother…” the words stop in her throat as I slip my fingers inside her panties and part her sweet lips.

“Your mother isn’t here. It’s just you and me, and I’m gonna finger you until you scream,” I tell her.

She rides my fingers as I follow our parents to the restaurant, and I wonder what they’re talking about up there. She’s probably shunning the forty-year-old college dean who’s seducing her innocent, young daughter, and my father is nodding and saying, “Yes, dear. Of course, dear,” like the spineless sap that he is.

Meanwhile, I’m back here giving her daughter the ride of her life, and she’s loving every minute of it.

My dick gets rock hard when I see Marcie lost in the pleasure that she’s receiving from me. If I had a free hand, I might jerk off, but I need to keep one on the steering wheel. We stop at a traffic light, and I see the restaurant just ahead on the right.

“You better get there, baby. I’ll be pulling over soon,” I tell her.

“How? How do I…” she gasps and I know that I have to turn up the heat for her. I swat at her little clit until she lifts her ass out of the seat and moans.

“I need you to come, little girl. Do you feel it? Are you ready? I’m about to pull over.”

She bears down on my hand, and her body convulses as her muscles contract and clamp down tight. I watch as all of the stress of the moment drains from her, and she drops her head and smiles.

“See? Now we have a little secret to share. When your mother starts to stress you out, you can close your eyes and think about this.”

“Thank you,” she smiles.

6

BREAKFAST WITH THE PARENTS

MARCIE

My mother is still giving me the silent treatment as we walk into the restaurant. I’m beginning to wonder exactly why we’re here. Does she really want to talk about this or is her intention to guilt me with her cold shoulder? Mason’s father isn’t behaving much better. When Mason says hello, he simply groans in response.

We’re seated by the window and I watch the passing cars, silently wishing that I was in one of them headed anywhere but here. I’m completely distracted when my mother clears her throat and says, “Marcie? Is there something you’d like to tell us?”

I look at her, stunned that this is her chosen way to start the conversation, and ask, “What is it that you want me to tell you?”

“I’d like an explanation for what we walked in on last night,” mom proclaims.

I take a long, deep breath. Somehow, the events of the ride here have emboldened me and I say, “No offense, mom, but I’m an adult and what I chose to do in my own home should be none of your concern.”

“It’s not so much what you’re doing, young lady. It’s who you’ve chosen to do it with. Have you even stopped to consider how this affects the family?” she chastises me.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but what family?” Mason breaks in.

“Now, son…” his father starts but my mother cuts him off.

“We’ve tried very hard with you, Mason. You’re the one who never comes to visit. You don’t reach out to your father,” she shouts and the other patrons turn and look at her.

“First, you’re causing a scene, and Marcie and I have to live here. Second, I’m a forty-year-old man and I don’t appreciate being scolded. And third, my relationship with my father is none of your damn business,” Mason growls back.

“I told you it was a bad idea to have him here. We should have spoken to Marcie alone,” my mother tells his father.

“Why? So you could try to poison her against me? Were you going to guilt her into no longer seeing me? And what do you think would happen when you go back home and she has to see me every day at work?” Mason asks her.

“You wouldn’t have to worry about that. After what we saw last night, we’re bringing Marcie home with us. She can find a teaching position there,” my mother blurts out and my mouth drops.

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