[MF] The First Time My Dad’s Girlfriend Made Me Cum

Six years ago, I was a depressed/anxious/extremely weird 21-year-old. I’d spend most of my day inside the house, avoiding friends and watching movies. You see, when I was in high school, my best friend and I got into a car accident. I didn’t even know he was getting a car. I mean, I knew he had been working and saving for one, but I didn’t know he was buying one that day.

He showed up at my house, honked his horn an obnoxious amount of times, and greeted me with this huge smile. He was so happy. His home life wasn’t the best, so I think this car represented freedom for him. It was an old, highly used car. It looked like shit, almost like someone gave him money just to get it off their hands.

But he loved it. I jumped inside and we drove around town, mostly taking back roads and side streets.

“Have you taken this thing on the highway yet?” I asked.

“No, you wanna?” he replied.

And five minutes later, he was merging onto the highway. He pushed the speed up to 50 mph, then 55, then 60, and finally he hit 65. The car was making so much noise. We had to yell to hear each other talk. For some reason, this was hilarious to us. At 17-years-old, we had no real sense of danger, so everything was just…funny. I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like, “Oh sh*t, I almost fell down the stairs and broke my neck…HAHAHAHAHA”

Anyway, after only about ten minutes on the highway, a tire blew out and he lost control of the car. The car rolled over several times before slamming into a barrier type thing. I escaped with a fractured rib, dozens of stitches, and lots of bruises. My best friend died before paramedics arrived. I saw him before they got there, and I’ll never forget the look on his face. He was so full of life just minutes before, and now his body was there, but *HE* was gone.

I suffered from some major depression, feelings of guilt, and extreme anxiety following the crash. My mother couldn’t handle it (she had her own mental problems) so I moved in with my dad at age 18. I hadn’t lived with him since he divorced my mom back when I was 12, so it was a huge change. At first it was just us, but then one year later, he got a girlfriend and two years later, she had moved in.

So there I was, a depressed 21-year-old still living at home with his father and his soon-to-be stepmother. To make things easier to follow along with. I’ll call my dad Robert and his girlfriend Nicole. My dad was 46-years-old at the time and Nicole was 41.

My dad was an extremely white and geeky computer programmer, and Nicole was black and the owner of a karaoke bar. My dad was dragged to the bar by his much younger co-workers and for some reason, he and Nicole hit it off. At first, I was like, “No way this lasts” but as Nicole came around more, I could see how they interacted. They worked, in an odd way. Nicole was more outgoing, but she was so sweet and managed to bring out sides of my dad I never knew were there. She made me laugh, which was not an easy thing to do at the time.

I didn’t mind her moving in, although I was afraid she’d see just how weird/depressed I was and convince my dad to make me move out. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Out of my mom, dad, aunts, uncles, and friends, Nicole was the most understanding. She would talk to me about what happened and never judged or told me to “snap out of it.”

She cared in a way I hadn’t felt before. That’s how it started. She cared, and I could talk to her…but then I started to notice just how beautiful she was. I don’t like doing the whole celebrity comparison thing, because they’re never super accurate. But if I had to compare her, I’d go with [Sanaa Lathan](https://www.essence.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/1474998005/GettyImages-504659064.jpg?width=800). Again, the celebrity is almost always going to look hotter than the real life image, but their bodies are pretty similar. Nicole had gorgeous breasts, and they always appeared to be glowing. Any time she wore a low cut dress, her tits would glow and fucking sparkle. I tried not to stare, but I mean…I’m only human.

They looked so inviting. Like sometimes it wasn’t even sexual. Sometimes, I just thought about using them as a pillow or something. I just wanted to be near them. This is starting to sound weird. Let’s move on.

I often had trouble sleeping, so I would usually be awake when Nicole came home from my work. My dad would be fast asleep. She didn’t like to go straight to bed, “I need time to decompress” she would always say. So on most nights, we’d sit together on the couch and watch something on the television.

During this particular time of events, we were watching *The Sopranos*. We both hadn’t seen it, and everyone talked about it being one of the best tv shows ever made, so why not? We were addicted to this show, from like episode two and on. Normally we’d watch like an hour or two (max) every night, but we couldn’t stop watching this show, so sometimes we’d be up until three or four in the morning.

And then one night, we fell asleep together on the couch. I woke up at like five in the morning (an hour or two before dad would wake up) and found Nicole’s legs resting on my lap. My dick was hard, because it’s always hard right when I wake up. She was still wearing the dress from the night before, and her legs were spread open a bit, so I could see up her dress.

I tried to gently move her legs off my lap, so I could get off the couch, but she woke up before I was successful. I snapped my hand away from her legs, so she wouldn’t think I was being some pervert.

“Did we fall asleep?” she said with a slight laugh.

“Yeah, I was trying not to wake you.”

She looked at me, and I thought she would pull her legs away from my lap, but she didn’t. Instead, she kept them there, resting against the outline of my cock under my shorts. I knew she could feel it. She *had* to feel it.

“I guess I better move to the bedroom.”

“Same,” I said awkwardly before adding, “My bedroom, of course.” I’m not sure why the clarification was needed. As If I was going to snuggle in between her and my dad.

She laughed, “Well, until next time,” and when she said that, she patted my cock with her toes. It was definitely intentional. I couldn’t say anything back. I just watched her leave and sat there, by myself on the couch, for what felt like an eternity. Was she fucking with me? She had to be fucking with me. And in that moment, I thought about my best friend. How he would be freaking the fuck out if I told him about this.

“DUDE YOU HAVE TO FUCK HER! WHAT THE HELL!” he would probably yell, and then ask for photos like some creep.

But he was gone, and none of my other friends were, “Hey, I think my soon-to-be stepmother is seducing me” close. That’s not just something you tell anyone, although, I suppose I’m telling everyone now.

So the next night, when Nicole came home, I was waiting on the couch like a lost puppy. Instead of grabbing a drink from the fridge, a snack from the pantry, and plopping right down on the couch, Nicole went to the bedroom first.

“I need to get out of these clothes,” she said before walking off. She returned 15 minutes later, wearing just a long white t-shirt. When she sat down next to me, I could see she was also wearing panties. Her hair was a little wet, and she smelled like she had just showered.

“It was a long day,” she smiled.

“Want to talk about it?” I asked.

“Not really,” she rested her head on my shoulder and we started up the show. An hour later, our position on the couch had somehow shifted. She was now resting against me, in between my legs, so that her back was pushed against me and her head was on my chest. I’m not even sure how it happened, but there we were…positioned like some married couple.

The only light came from the television, but during daylight scenes, I could see down Nicole’s legs. The long shirt she was wearing had pushed up a bit, revealing the edge of her panties. Her smooth and thick thighs were in full display. I could see her nipples through her shirt. Her soft and large breasts looked unnervingly perfect.

I was 21 and insanely horny, so I made a move. I mean, I suppose you could call it a move. I slid my hands down to her shoulders and massaged them gently. Does that qualify as a move? I don’t know. It felt like a fucking move. It felt like a huge fucking move, considering this was my dad’s girlfriend. I remember feeling like shit in the moment, but obviously my dick won the battle.

So there I was massaging her shoulders, barely focusing on the show, when she let out a low moan.

“That feels nice,” she said softly. Hearing her moan and say those words was enough to get me hard. My cock pushed against her back, only being restrained by a pair of boxer briefs. I continued to massage her shoulders. I had made up my mind that this was as far as I’d go unless she instructed otherwise.

After 10 minutes or so, she reached up, placed her smooth hands on top of mine and slid them down to her breasts, “Please,” she said breathlessly. She removed her hands from mine and I began to gently knead her tits through her shirt, which was made with the thinnest fucking material ever. I could feel every inch of her breasts. When my thumb slid over the outline of her hard nipple, I could feel every bump.

I squeezed and rubbed for what felt like hours. My cock was pulsating at this point. Nicole had been moving her back against it slightly for the past several minutes. It was then she slithered her way up my body. She was now almost flat against me, her ass was now grinding against my cock. I slid my hands up her shirt and touched her bare breasts for the first time. I squeezed them roughly and moaned against her ear.

From there, I slid my hands down her stomach and inside her panties. My fingers worked their way down her slit, collecting the wetness near her warm entrance, before moving up to her clit, “Oh, fuck, just like that,” she moaned softly, still grinding her ass against my cock. Her body was wiggling uncontrollably against mine. After a full night of teasing, we were both ready to explode.

I gently rubbed her clit, occasionally sliding down her lips to collect more of her juices and tease her opening, as she pressed her ass against my cock, “You feel so good,” she moaned. We were grinding all over each other, and our moans were getting dangerously loud. I continued to rub her clit with one hand as I brought my free hand up to squeeze her glorious tits once again.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered as her movements became even more sporadic, “Fuuuck,” she cried out as she came. That was more than enough for me, “Oh shit,” I moaned as I came inside my boxers. Shot after shot of cum. It felt like my dick was drowning inside my boxers.

She stayed on top of me, still gently moving her body against mine. This lasted for a few more minutes before she lifted herself off. She stood up, straightened out her shirt and went to bed.

That was the first time she made me cum.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kr2jzo/mf_the_first_time_my_dads_girlfriend_made_me_cum