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

[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kr2jzo/mf_the_first_time_my_dads_girlfriend_made_me_cum/)

[PART TWO](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ksk3of/mf_the_second_time_my_dads_girlfriend_made_me_cum/)

If you haven’t read the first two parts of this story, you should probably click the links above and do that now. They’ll give you all the details/backstory you need.

So after my dad nearly caught us that night (you know the night where I came on her face and she rubbed her pussy all over my face) we were understandably a little freaked out. I was starting to feel really guilty. I mean, my dad would never win any Father of the Year awards, but he’s a decent enough dude. At the time, he was letting me live rent free inside his house, so you know, how bad could he be?

I was the bad one, I thought. I’ve never been a religious man, but I remember thinking, “If there’s a hell, I’m probably going to it.” But then my brain also did that thing brains do, you know? Where it makes excuses, so you can actually continue on with your life and not be bedridden with guilt. My brain was all like, “Dude, you’re like 21! Your brain ain’t even fully developed yet! See. I just used ain’t! YOU’RE STUPID! SHE’S THE ONE TO BLAME! HER BRAIN IS FULLY DEVELOPED. SHE’S THE ONE IN A RELATIONSHIP!”

So yeah, my brain was trying to make me feel better, but my dick was like, “I need more!” It was a struggle, to say the least.

Nicole and I avoided each other for the next week. It was to the point where I’d take dinner back to my room. Back when I was really going through my depression, I’d often eat in my room, so my dad didn’t really think much of it. And he wasn’t the type to really discuss ~feelings~ so I knew he wouldn’t be coming in my room asking me what was wrong.

Eventually though, I knew Nicole and I needed to talk. We couldn’t avoid each other forever, so I texted her one afternoon, letting her know we should talk. She agreed, and the following night when she got home from work, she told me to follow her out on the back patio, so we could talk more freely. There was only one chair out back, so I sat down on the concrete next to her.

For a solid five minutes, the only noise came from the critters in the trees and grass.

“I don’t know how to start this,” she finally said.

“I hate it,” I replied.

“Hate what?”

“How bad I feel, how much I still want you, how I get fucking hard every time you walk in the room.”

“I’m sorry,” she spoke softly, “It’s my fault,” she added. I wanted to yell, “That’s what my brain said!” but I didn’t.

“It can’t only be one person’s fault.”

“Well, it’s more my fault than yours. I should know better. I just, I don’t know. There’s a number of reasons. You’re so damn sweet and I feel this connection with you. And your dad’s always so tired, and I know that’s not an excuse, ugh, I hate myself. I sound like everyone else.”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know, friends throughout the years, who have talked about cheating on their partners. They always use the, *’I’m not satisfied!’* excuse, and I’d always roll my eyes at them, ’cause it’s like, if you’re not happy…leave. But now that I’m in the same situation, I know it’s not that simple.”

“Because you love him?”

“Yeah.”

“And you want to be with him for the rest of your life?”

There was a long pause here, before she replied with, “That’s the thing. I don’t know.”‘

We talked for another 10 minutes or so, both agreeing we should avoid each other as much as possible. Not to the point where I’m eating dinner in my room every night, but just, no situations where we were alone. I also agreed to start looking for a place of my own, which is not something she asked, but I knew it was for the best.

About one month later, I had found a place to live and was set to move out on the weekend. My dad was thrilled about this, “You need this,” he said. I couldn’t tell if he was just happy to have his home back, or if he was really happy for me. He’s always been the type to enjoy his space. Even when I was younger, he’d spend most nights inside his office. Probably why my mom and him divorced.

Anyway, the night before I was scheduled to move, my dad took Nicole and I out for a celebratory dinner at Chili’s. “I have a coupon,” he said proudly as we walked inside the fine establishment. I wasn’t paying much attention as Nicole had 99% of it. She was wearing a little sundress and she looked absolutely incredible. They sat down on one side of the booth, I sat by myself on the other side, and we all debated on what appetizer to get for far too long.

“Why do we have to get an appetizer?” Nicole asked.

“Because if we don’t, the coupon is invalid!” My dad responded like she should have known already.

“So we’re just forced to get an appetizer?”

“Why wouldn’t you want an appetizer?!?”

I think we settled on chips & salsa. The rest of the dinner was pretty uneventful. When we returned home, my dad went straight to bed, partly because he had two alcoholic beverages, but also because he had an early meeting in the morning.

Nicole and I were alone for the first time in a while. I took a seat on the couch. She went to do something in the kitchen and then came back to the living room and just stood there.

“You going to bed?” I asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“We could watch TV together. One last time?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” she said before taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch. We were sitting so far apart, much like those *super straight* bros at the movies who sit two chairs away from each other so people don’t think they’re gay.

And so we watched television. It felt like old times. I would occasionally stare over at her, my eyes traveling down her body, taking in every inch. As mentioned above, this sundress she was wearing was doing things to me. She caught me staring a few times, and I swear every time she did, she’d spread her legs a little more, revealing her thick thighs.

Eventually, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my cock, which was already hard. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it slowly. She looked over at me and smirked. She watched for a few seconds before turning herself on the couch to face me. She pulled her legs up to her chest and spread them just a little, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

As my hand continued to slowly stroke my cock, Nicole reached down and dragged her fingertips down her pussy. She teased her wet opening with her fingers, slipping them inside briefly before bringing them back up to rub her clit. She moaned softly and spread her legs more. She was stunning.

I leaned forward a bit, hovering above my dick, and dropped some spit down on it. My hand mixed in with the saliva as I continued to stroke the shaft. I brought my thumb up to the head and rubbed around it gently, watching as Nicole continued to rub her clit. She brought her free hand up to her chest and pulled down her dress a bit, allowing her tits to bounce free. She squeezed them roughly, pinching her hard nipples, “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

The mutual masturbation session continued. At one point, Nicole slid two fingers inside her pussy and then reached forward, giving me a taste. I wrapped my lips around her fingers and sucked off her juices. She went back to rubbing her clit, “Fuck,” she whispered. At this point, her hips were moving back and forth as well.

I gave my cock long and deep strokes. Trying my best to make this last forever. Thankfully, I was in complete control and could stop or slow down whenever I wanted. I imagine Nicole was doing the same thing, because she’d occasionally remove her fingers from her clit and pump them in and out of her pussy. We were just teasing the fuck out of ourselves. I’m not exaggerating when I say this lasted at least 30 minutes.

It got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, “I have to cum,” I moaned.

“No!” she cried out. She removed her hand from her clit and spread her legs fully, “Cum in me, please,” she begged. Obviously I didn’t think twice. After a 30 minute edging session, there was no way I was going to stop and be like, “Well, let’s think about this. Let me go grab a pen and paper to write out the pros and cons.”

I climbed toward her and positioned myself between her legs. I reached down, grabbed my throbbing cock and slid it right inside her pussy. We both let out a simultaneous, *”Ohhhhh”* as we truly felt each other for the first time. We were both right on the edge, the feeling was otherworldly. Her wet, warm pussy squeezed my cock as it drove deeper inside her.

Not even 30 seconds later, we were both cumming. “Please, yes,” she moaned against my ear, wrapping her legs around my waist as my cock pumped inside her. I was basically spasming on top of her as her pussy drained every last drop from my cock, “Oh my fucking…” I trailed off, breathlessly. I collapsed on top of her tits and just rested my head against them.

We were in this position for several minutes before I wrapped my lips around her nipples and sucked slowly, occasionally sticking out my tongue and dragging it across. I kissed all over her breasts and reached down between her legs to rub her clit. I wanted to get her off one more time, and thanks to the combined collection of our juices, I had plenty of lube to work with.

She moaned as my mouth worked her tits and my fingers worked her clit. She moved her hips with my hand and tilted her head back. I kissed up her chest to the front of her neck, planting rough kisses along the way until I reached her chin and finally her lips.

“I want you to cum one more time,” I whispered against her lips before kissing her passionately. She moaned into my mouth as her body jerked up and her legs started to shake, “Yeeeesss,” she whispered as she came.

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