I met my boyfriend in college, and he was from the east coast (I’m from the west). He invited me home for our first Christmas together and I went because I’d never had a white Christmas before and it seemed really romantic.
I told him how nervous I was to meet his parents, and he reassured me that we’d barely see them. They’d asked him to have me sleep in one of the guest rooms, but he swore he could sneak in to fuck me without them knowing.
I was intimidated by their money and worried they’d think he was slumming it with me. I’ve learned that having a voluptuous figure means people assume about my sexuality a lot. One of my exes’ parents outright called me a “low-class little slut” when she thought I couldn’t hear.
But when we got there (we flew first class! and he apologized for not going private!) his parents were incredibly warm and welcoming. His mother didn’t look much older than me, and she had a similar figure so I felt more at ease. His dad looked like an older version of my boyfriend, with silver hair and a flashy smile.
We had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and then cocktails on the back patio with his parents and some of their friends. His mom even smoked cigarettes and offered me one. I was grateful for it and lit up even though I haven’t smoked regularly in years. I needed something to do with my hands.
I didn’t talk much, just listened. I learned that his mom is from Kentucky and used to be a beauty Queen. She’s “only” 15 years younger than his dad. I couldn’t get a read on the dad because he mostly smoked cigars and laughed with the other men. The women talked about Botox and boner pills. They complained that their husbands didn’t want to fuck, or wanted to fuck too much. I was uncomfortable.
My boyfriend rescued me eventually and steered me back up to the guest room, where he left me with a deep kiss and a promise to come back later. He told me not to wear panties.
I heard a tap at the door just after he left and assumed he forgot something so I called, “what is it?” and carried on unbuckling my shoes and rolling my stockings down. I looked up when his dad said, “I wanted to show you how to use the fireplace. In case you…get chilly.”
His eyes dropped to my tits, only half covered by my unzipped dress. They roamed over my naked legs and lingered on my thighs, still marked by the stockings. He didn’t seem like he cared if I noticed him looking at me.
I was incredibly turned on by him. He was everything I was attracted to in my boyfriend, but somehow *more.* More handsome, more charming, taller, better dressed. He even smelled incredible. I’d never felt like that toward an older man.
So I did something bold. I continue to undress, while he watched me. I stood up and let my dress fall to the floor, baring my tits and my little satin panties. I took those off, too, since my boyfriend asked me to. His father didn’t really react, just watched me. I pulled my slip on to sleep in, but my nipples were still visible through the thin fabric.
Before I knew what had happened, Mr J had me bent over the bed, one hand groping my breast and the other pulling my slip up around my waist. He had his cock out, and I felt him sliding it against my clit. I was shamefully wet, and he was using it to lube his cock.
Then I felt the head pushing into my pussy. He was much, much thicker than his son. Maybe a little longer too. It felt like he was tearing me apart. I was so wet though, and he just kept pushing until his big dick was buried all the way. I gasped and grunted. He told me to hush.
He made me get on the bed on all fours, and shoved my face down in the pillows. He fucked me doggystyle, raw, for a few minutes but pulled out like he didn’t want to cum too fast.
He asked if I liked the way daddy fucked my pussy, and I said yes. He asked if I wanted more and I said yes, please. When he slid into my asshole it hurt like crazy, but just because he was so big. My pussy had him all lubed up.
When Dad got balls deep and grunted in my ear that I’d better take every inch, I came and squirted all over the nice guest bed. He called me a dirty girl and fucked me harder.
I don’t know how long it lasted. Maybe 20-30 minutes? He finally pushed deep, deep into my butt and came in me. Then he kissed me on top of my head and said “goodnight dear, sleep well.”
I was so stunned I just climbed into bed, and then I lay there replaying what had happened in my mind and wondering what I was going to do. After about an hour, my boyfriend came in, true to his word.
He held his finger to his lips as he crawled into bed with me, gently spooned me and started stroking my clit. Then I felt his cock against my sore, stretched ass. I tried to pull away but he just took hold of my hips and pushed in. He came in me too.
The rest of the trip, they both visited my room — my boyfriend every night, his dad several more times when he was drunk. No one talked about it or acknowledged it.
The second time his dad came into my room he had me riding him and calling him daddy within 5 minutes. No ones ever licked my pussy like that.
After we went back to school, I started feeling pretty guilty and slutty about the whole thing. I found out my boyfriend fucked one of my friends and I’m not proud but I ghosted him. Never heard from his dad again, but I remember him often.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m926mc/i_22f_fucked_my_boyfriends_dad_58m_over_christmas