Dug and I had been dating for a few months now and with Covid going on, it was hard to go out and do much of anything. So driving around finding places to fuck or whatever was most of what we did. He loved my slim figure, I loved his fit build. I never met his family as we usually would head out and fuck somewhere just out of the eye of others or in the back of his SUV and I didn’t think much of it.
When he invited me over for a family dinner, steak and potatoes with a salad and cake (His birthday was a few days ago) I was happy. He didn’t talk about his family much and this was a chance to get to know the real Dug, besides that dick of his.
The night came and I figured I’d wear a flowery dress with pockets! By the way the fact that men get pockets and we don’t is fucking bullshit. Matching black bra and a thong and let my hair down. I wanted to come off as a simple girl dating a simple boy for them and first impressions are everything.
He didn’t warn me. I don’t know if this was normal or what but I was in total shock the first 5 minutes entering his house. He opened the front door to announce we were there, I could smell the steaks the moment I walked in and saw his dad on the couch, a beer belly kind of man drinking whisky from a glass, cargo shorts and a shirt with his football team on it. I could see his mom in the kitchen fixing up the last of dinner, waving at me with a big smile.
His dad got up and walked over, nodded at his son and said hi to me, then took another step, his hand reached around my waist to push me closer to him and landed a mouth to mouth kiss. It lingered for a moment then he let me go. They talked like nothing had happened.
I… couldn’t think. Dug was talking about what he was going to do to me tonight which got me going but the suddenness of being kissed like that by his dad made me flushed. Did he always greet Dug’s girlfriends that way? Is that why he didn’t invite me over sooner? His wife was right there! Did she care? Was this normal?
She just smiled at me, gave me a plate and we all sat down and ate.
For the life of me I couldn’t focus. He was sitting there talking to his son and wife about something, I just sat there like an idiot watching him wondering what the hell happened and if anything else was going to. It didn’t. I ate quietly and tried to read everyone’s movements. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was was so wound up by the time we finished I was worried I had soaked through my panties and dress but did the best I could to wait it out. Mom and I had wine, Dug and Daddy had whisky.
When dinner finished which felt like a heartbeat of a moment passing when we started getting up to do our own thing I was hoping. I wanted to ask Dug about it but felt it would be best to just wait till we were alone. We were all standing when Daddy said he was going to watch the game, moved in between his son and wife to kiss me again! I just let it happen. I wanted to know what they though and they acted like nothing happened!
They literally stood there, watched him kiss me, Dug was telling his mom how good the food was, Dad went to the couch and mom went to clean the dishes, Dug took me by the hand and lead me to his room.
At this point I just went with whatever, he could have fucked me over the couch I was so flustered and horny. When we got to his room he skipped all manner of foreplay and just bent me over his bed, pulled up my dress, downed my panties and fucked me hard. I think he said something about how wet I was but my mind was too busy thinking about his dad. Somehow I ended up naked, doggy style on his bed, ass up face down as he got to work.
His dick game was good, though it didn’t take much to get me off. I tried to hold off until he came but this time I came first. I don’t think he noticed. He kept pounding until he came in my pussy and that was that. I got on my dress, wobbled to the bathroom which was thankfully beside his room and freshened up a bit.
When I got out I could here mom on the phone with someone before she walked outside, Dug and Daddy sitting on the couch watching the game leaving me fuck all nothing else to really do except join them. Daddy looked over at me looking and waved me over, “Come have a seat sweetheart.”
Dug didn’t move his head.
There was just one seat left on the sofa, Daddy was in the middle and then there was the recliner. When Daddy padded the cushion next to him, I just quietly obeyed. It was then I realized I was only wearing the dress. My tits filled it out nicely and didn’t leave much to the imagination. It was now I was aware about how fast it rode up my thigh as I sat.
The game went on and soon he had an arm over me. My head still spinning about what the hell was going on. Dug didn’t say a word. Every now and again I would laugh at a joke or talk to see and Dug would look over, seeing me on the other side of his father, arm around my shoulders, then take a drink. Like everything was normal.
When the game ended we finally all got up to go about our separate ways for the night but not before Daddy gave me another kiss on the lips before going back to his room. Dug and I went to his and had a quiet night watching our show. I was hoping he would bring it up but he didn’t. Sinc he was too drunk to drive I figured I’ll go home in the morning.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. I woke up to the sound of Dads voice telling Dug the plans for the day and Dug explaining he was going to drop me off before doing some shopping. I pretended to be asleep wondering if my tits were out or not for him to see. They weren’t, but Dug had clearly been woken up by his Dad opening the door and certainly wasn’t why they weren’t.
Once again, as we said our goodbyes Dad pressed his lips against mine. Held it for a moment, his hand fully planted on my lower back, let me go and I went home.
For the rest of the day it was all I could think about.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/plbco4/feeling_his_whisky_tasting_tongue