1. There's Something About My Son's Girlfriends - 10


    Date: 4/12/2018, Categories: Taboo, Author: UtahBrit, Source: LushStories

    I looked down at my phone as I toweled myself dry after stepping out of the shower. It had been an exhausting evening, exhausting, but well worth the effort I had expended as the two naked girls had used my ageing body for their sexual pleasure. Despite the delightful images flitting through my mind of those recent sexual exploits with two nubile young women, my manhood refused to react. I caught my breath as I reread the text message: 7 pm. DO NOT BE LATE Not exactly a seductive invitation, Anna, I thought. I wonder what can be so important? A frown crossed my face. Surely the girls hadn't broken down and told Jennifer's mother anything? Whilst the brief exchanges with Anna had certainly been a little flirtatious, I doubted that she was as openly sexual as her daughter. "Problems at work, darling?" my wife asked as she entered the room and saw the concerned look on my face. "Nothing that can't wait. Y'know, sometimes I wish bloody smart phones had never been invented. They keep you connected to the world every second of the day." I quickly deleted the message and plugged the phone into the charger on the nightstand, turning the volume down to avoid any loud beeps should another inappropriate text come through. "Honey, I've had an exhausting day, would you mind if we just went straight to sleep tonight?" she asked as she slipped her naked body between the crisp linen sheets. "Actually, darling, I rather think I'll be asleep before you. It's been a tiring evening for me, ...
    too." I smiled to myself, wondering what her reaction would be if I were to tell her why I'd had a "tiring" evening. Thankfully, she chose not to enquire. "Goodnight Jerry," she said as she leant over to kiss my cheek. "Goodnight, darling. Oh, I'll probably have to go in to meet with John tomorrow evening to sort out a few things, so I'll grab a bite to eat while I'm out." "No problem," she responded, fluffing her pillow before reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp. Well, that's that sorted, I thought. My mind returned to the demanding text message, still unsure of whether I should be worried or delighted by the invitation. Perhaps she was cooking dinner and didn't want it to be ruined? Yes, that must be it. There was no way either of the girls would have given up on their story, especially Jennifer, who obviously had a lot more at stake than Susie. Unable to quash that niggling doubt, I drifted into a restless sleep. The next day seemed to pass fairly quickly as I threw myself into the various mundane chores around the house, ticking them off a list that had got a little longer since my son's new girlfriend had arrived on the scene. Thankfully none required much, if any, mental acuity, leaving my mind free to replay the events of the previous evening in ever-increasing detail throughout the day. That resulted in a delightful state of continuous semi-arousal for hours, only interrupted by the occasional concern over the possibility that Anna's terse message had a darker ...
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