After Midnight Surprise - Part 1
My son, Aaron, is 20 years old and attends the local college studying to be an electrical engineer. In his junior year of high school he started dating one of the cheerleaders, a girl named Emmanuelle. She seemed to be a wholesome, good-looking girl and they looked really good together. They both started at the same college together, even, just to be with each other. As most kids that age do, they thought they'd get married some day.
But, as fate would have it, Emmanuelle changed. At least that was Aaron's side of the story. As she became more free from her parents' control, and she became more sexually aware, she became much more of a slut. She became a huge flirt and dressed the part, dressing to enhance her body. Even between high school and college, she started to even flirt with me. It was as if any man would do. She became hungry for sex. Aaron even described it as her being addicted to it.
He never complained of their sexual exploits, per se... but... he said she was far more aggressive than he ever thought she would be. He said that he almost felt used at times... like he was just there for her pleasure.
I could even see her sexual aggression when she flirted with me. One day in the summer between high school and college, Aaron invited her and a couple other friends over to the house to swim in the pool. At the time I was just sitting on the deck, catching some rays and just watching them. I couldn't help but watch her. She filled out that bikini so well... it could have been painted on for all I knew. She far outshined the other two young women there. And my imagination certainly got the better of me. How could it not? I'd been divorced for almost 10 years now and still hadn't started dating anyone. And my body constantly reminded me that I was truly in need of some serious female company.
At one point Emmanuelle got out of the water and walked by me to get her towel and her comment surprised me. "Mr. Becket!" she said, playfully sounding shocked. She was looking down at my crotch, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. When I looked down, I could see why... my swim trunks were tented by my erection. "I think you have a hardon... you like what you see?" She smiled at me as if she wanted me to like it... as if she wanted to show me even more. She intentionally dressed and walked and talked the way she did just so that men would notice her... would like what they saw. "You know," she said softly, almost conspiratorially, "I'm DTF... any time."
I was absolutely stunned and my mouth was dry. "DTF?" I asked. I didn't understand half of what the youth said today in their little code language.
"Down... to... FUCK," she said slowly as she grabbed her towel and started drying off. "Any time... any way you want."
I stared at her for a moment and then looked away. I had no idea what to say or do. This was far beyond anything I'd ever experienced before with a woman. She just giggled and sat down closing her eyes for a moment. She loved being the one in control.
"Can I ask you a question, Mr. Becket?" she asked with her eyes still closed.
"Yeah, sure," I said, unsure that I really wanted to hear her question.
"What kind of guy are you?" she asked.
"Uh... what do you mean?"
"Well," she said, sitting up on her elbows to look at me. "I've met two kinds of guys... alphas and betas. Your son is... well... a beta boi. On our date last night he asked to hold my hand... asked to kiss me... asked where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do. I had to decide everything. God! I get so tired of little beta-bois... always asking for permission... always making me take the lead. I can't tell you how tiring it is to fuck your son... to just take him, you know... fuck him... sit on his face. It just gets so... boring... sometimes." She paused a moment and I looked at her. I couldn't help but imagine her dominating me like that... and, I had to admit, thinking about her pussy on my face made me even more excited.
"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "I like being in charge most of the time. I usually like making him my bitch. But... every now and then, every woman just wants an alpha man to take her... and fuck the shit out of her. A man who knows what he wants and just goes for it, no matter what she might think about it. A man who fucks my mouth... my pussy... and my ass so much that I ache for days afterwards. A man that I can't stop thinking about... who makes my pussy drip for him."
She paused a moment and my mind was reeling. She certainly had the gold medal in flirting.
"I've never been with a man your age before. Are you an alpha man Mr. Becket?" she asked.
I don't even remember how I answered her question, but I didn't have sex with her. I was proud of myself. I was able to withstand her flirting. I imagined what my son was going through, though, being with a woman like that. A woman who treated you like dirt but kept you so sexually satisfied that you put up with it.
Then there was the last time she flirted with me... just a month ago... when she spent the night on a Sunday night because they both had an early class on Monday. I had gotten up at 6:00am to get ready for work and was in the bathroom still getting ready. I was out of the shower now and had just finished shaving when the door opened and in walked Emmanuelle in a simple long t-shirt... obviously with no bra on underneath.
"Hello?" I said, shocked that someone had just walked in to this little, occupied bathroom. "Oh... Emmanuelle."
"Hello, Mr. Becket", she said, entering the small room and closing the door behind her.
"Oh... hi... I'm... I'm almost done, just a few more minutes. Ok?" I asked, expecting that she'd exit and wait for me to finish up. But, she just stood there.
"Yeah, that's ok. I'll just wait," she said and sat on the edge of the bathtub, pushing the shower curtain aside.
"Um... Ok." I felt the slow rise of my cock from underneath the towel I had luckily wrapped around my waist.
"Aaron is still asleep," she explained. "He wants up in an hour or something. I got bored just laying there, waiting."
I nodded. "I can understand that."
"Yeah." She looked around the small room as if noticing it for the first time. I guess it never really hit her how small our single, full bathroom was in this house. "Hmmm... I guess you kind of get used to having one bathroom like this, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Two guys, though, aren't a problem at all."
She nodded in understanding. "I... uh... I wanted to tell you something."
"What's up?" I asked, taking the bait. I never learned how to really talk to this young woman.
"I wanted to tell you about a dream that I had... about you," she said, sounding almost innocent.
"A... dream?" I asked, turning towards her as I dried my face, and leaning back against the sink.
"Yeah. You want to hear it?"
"Ok... sure," I said, again, falling for the bait.
"Well... it was my wedding day, and you were walking me down the aisle and you told me that you were so, so proud of me. And... as we were walking down the aisle I noticed that there was no groom waiting at the front. And when we got to the alter, the priest asks if we're ready to give our vows and he's talking to you and me."
"Uh... ok," I said, a little surprised by all this.
"Yeah... kinda weird right?" she asked, adjusting her shirt a little on her chest.
"Yeah, that's kinda weird." Her nipples were so hard, poking at the thin shirt. I could imagine that moving the material over them was making them even harder.
"Well... I guess it was you and me getting married."
"Emmanuelle," I said, swallowing hard. "Come on."
"And, so he said you may kiss the bride." She looked up at me with such innocent doe eyes. "Do you want to know what happened next?"
"I dunno... Emmanuelle..." I started to say in protest. It felt like this was getting out of hand... rapidly.
But she interrupted me. "Well you leaned in... grabbed my hair and pulled my head back... I gasped a little... loving it... then you put your mouth against mine... and you stuck your tongue right in my mouth." She mimicked the behavior, grabbed her own head, and pulled it back. She looked so... seductive.
"Yeah... I don't think this story is very appropriate and... uh..." I could tell my cock was getting so hard. I hoped it wasn't showing too much through the towel, but I had to imagine it was. I knew I was blushing in embarrassment.
"Inappropriate? It's just a dream that I had," she said innocently. "It's no big deal."
"Just a young woman's imagination?" I asked, providing her an out.
"Uh huh. After we kissed, all the sudden we're back in my bedroom and it looks like it did when I was a little girl," she said, one hand now teasing her nipple through her shirt. It was so hard, almost threatening to tear a hole through her shirt as she lightly pinched it and circled it with her fingertips. "There were all my stuffed animals... and all my toys and everything. And then you were there... and you were laying on top of me..."
I could sense that this was again going too far. "Ok... Emmanuelle... you can stop."
She started sliding one hand on her thigh as she spread her legs apart. "And... I can feel your cock and it's hard against me." I could just see her panties underneath her shirt... the thin material having a hard time hiding the pussy behind it. I watched helplessly as her hand stroked over her panties, obviously sliding over her clit, making her let out a little moan. "Do you want me to keep telling you about my dream daddy?" she asked, licking her lips, looking so lascivious but sounding so innocent.
"I... I don't know... this is... wrong, Emmanuelle," I said. I tried to end it there. How could I do this to my son? He'd be devastated if I fucked her.
