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If I said I didn’t tease myself thinking about Dugs father, I would be lying. He wasn’t the type of man I would go for either. It was just how dominant it was of him to just kiss me in front of Dug and his wife. No one stopped him, no one did anything! Said anything.
I went to his place more for dinner and hanging out. Every single time that man pressed his lips against mine when I arrived and left. Every time I tried to pretend it was nothing like everyone else did. Just a normal thing. Dad kissing their son’s girl. No big deal. He put his hand on my back? Why would anyone think twice? Hand on my thigh? Totally natural.
Just when I was getting used to it, when I thought that was that, it changed.
Like normal I came in the house, just as usual Daddy got up from the couch to greet me. Small talk with the son, hand around my waist, yep there it is, step in closer and smell the whisky on his breath, taste it on his lips then… his tongue pushed past my lips!
Dug was right there! His wife at the table already! I swore his hand moved down enough to feel my ass, my dress covered ass as I had worn a thong tonight, and now his tongue was claiming my mouth. This wasn’t a moment of lips on lips anymore, they could clearly see his tongue sharing the taste of his drink with mine. I was feeling his whisky on his tongue, tasting it. All I could think of was to kiss back. Surely this wouldn’t last but a moment right?
His hand squeezed my ass as his breath pushed into my lungs a moment. It was so intoxicating. My blood ran hot and I was doing everything I could not to moan right there and then.
It was over.
He stepped back and he talked to his son like nothing had happened. His wife, holding a glass of wine, waved me over. Thank fucking god I needed a drink.
Sitting I expected her to explain that it was just what he does, or something, anything, not the weather! My god her husband just claimed my mouth, my lungs! I was drunk off the moment and now knew the taste of whisky mixed with red wine. It was like the first night I came over. My head was spinning, conversations were had and I sat there like an idiot trying to make out what the actual fuck was going on here. Was this a prank? Is this going to be the new norm?
I went to the bathroom to try and cool off. When I say cool off what I really meant was played with my needy little cunt until I came. It was so damn wrong on so many levels and I had to get some kind of release. I certainly didn’t want to ruin my makeup by splashing water on my face.
When I came out of the bathroom Daddy was there. I expected him to take me on that very spot, kiss me, fuck me, whatever he wanted. Instead he smiled at me, put his hands on my hips, moved me to the side, gave me a kiss on the cheek and went into the bathroom closing the door.
Taking my place at the table I took a big drink of wine and ate. Dug and his mom just finished their meals quietly. Daddy certainly pushed the discussions and his wife didn’t do much more than cook, clean, talk on the phone and serve drinks when we wanted it.
Daddy asked me what I did. I worked at a coffee shop and went to college. I studied psychology and biochemistry. Mostly enjoyed movies, hiking and traveling. We talked, I had a hard time looking him directly in the eyes, he looked friendly and would never guess him to do anything like what he had been doing to me. Dug was kind of quiet and when we finished dinner and desert, Daddy told me to fetch him and his son a drink so they can watch a movie as mom cleaned up.
She didn’t seem to care. I didn’t say a word and got them their drinks. She offered to top off my wine and insisted when I refused, so I now was drinking more wine. When I gave them their glasses I sat, as usual when this sort of thing happened next to Dad as Dug was on the other side. Except this time he handed off his glass to me to hold as he moved an arm around me over the sofa.
The movie was some old action flick with bugs. I don’t know. It was dumb. Dug drank his own glass, Dad would take his from me to drink then gave it back like I was his damn maid, or a table an object for him to do as he pleased with. It was hard to sit still with how turned on I was getting but finding an excuse beyond needing to pee was hard to get.
I don’t know if he did it on purpose, but as I was trying to drink my wine I suddenly felt his arm behind my head bump me. Spilling it over the front of my dress. I got up trying to stop it from hitting the couch as they laughed at me. Was I drunk? Oh god did I make a mess? It was humiliating and more so since Dad just told me to go clean up and change. Into what? My dress was ruined and I could feel the wine run down my belly and my thong.
Dug got up and took me to his room to replace my cloths with a long shirt and shorts. So my cloths could be washed right away and not be stained. At least that’s what reasonably should happen. Instead Dad got up, motioned me to follow him to his room, handed me a long ass shirt of his and told me to change so he can have mom clean my cloths. I was still holding both glasses as he had his shirt held out in front of me to take.
One by one he took the glasses and put them on a dresser. Was I supposed to just strip right here? The door was open, what would Dug and mom think of this? They would know he saw me naked like this if I came out wearing his fucking shirt right? My head spun a bit from the wine and I nervously moved the straps of my dress over my shoulders, letting them fall with the dress. I then turned around to unclip my bra, then pulled down my thong. Here I was, naked. I’m sure he saw my pussy as I bent down to pull down my thong, seeing how dripping wet I must have been.
Do I turn around to take the shirt? He wasn’t saying anything. God I wanted him to fuck me right then and there. I turned a bit, grabbed the shirt and put it on. It went just past my ass and was big on me. I felt so exposed. I lowered my shoulders and hopped I was covered well enough.
He gathered my cloths, handed me the drinks and we went back to the living room. Giving his wife my cloths to wash which she was quite prompt about and we sat, once again at the couch like before. Except this time he told me not to spill wine on his favorite shirt! Him and Dug laughed!
For all Dug knew I gave his father a show and sucked his dick and he didn’t seem to take one moment thought in regards. I finished my wine. The stupid movie ended. Dug took me to his room, stripped me naked and fucked me. God damn I came so fast on his dick and was sleeping before I knew it.
It was pretty normal to be woken up by Dad opening the door to talk to Dug and give him a run down of what was going to happen for the day. Somehow I was covered every time. This morning he stepped in the room to put my cloths on the bed before leaving, not bothering to close the door.
They were clean, no stains thankfully. On the way out after a light breakfast I didn’t know what to expect. But sure enough, Dad moved his hand around my waist, getting a good feel of my fit ass, pressed his lips against mine and claimed my mouth once again. Dug was talking to his mom about something as he spent longer this time exploring my mouth. I felt obligated to return the kiss, I moved my hands away and he pulled me body to body. I could feel his cock push against me, his chest against my breasts, his tongue dominating mine. I don’t know why he stopped. I don’t know when he stopped.
It was all I could think about on the ride home. Dug talked about the stupid bug movie.
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