Finally Finding a Daddy

Chapter 4

I bolt up.

My eyes open wide, as wide as possible, to try to process what is happening. Did I really just hear a voice? A woman's voice?

As my eyesight clears, I see that I wasn't dreaming or imagining anything. A woman stands in front of me in a tan skirt suit. She's a few inches shorter, but she has a presence that makes me feel small. Her blazer hangs open and a silky bright white blouse shines underneath. Her hands rest at the top of her knee length skirt, just above the generous curves of her waist. I'm struggling not to get lost in those curves.

I shiver and grab a pillow from behind me to try to cover up. It's a desperate attempt, but I feel suddenly very naked, standing in front of a strange woman while I'm wearing a dress.

Not just any dress. I see her smiles as the realization becomes apparent on my face.

"It suits you, better than it did me," she says, taking a few steps to the side to look around the pillow. "Come on now, spin around for mommy," she taunts.

"I'm sorry," I stutter out, my teeth clattering in shivers. "He told me you were divorced."

She laughs.

"Oh relax child," she says, taking a step toward me and plucking the pillow from my arms. "We are divorced."

"Then-"

"Devon never changed the locks, so every now and then I like to sneak in and lounge around for old time's sake when I've got a slow day at the office," she says, dropping her purse on the ground and plopping down on the love seat behind her.

I cross my arms to try to warm the embarrassment away, but I'm still shivering there, helplessly. I want to run, grab my clothes from the garage, get dressed and get out of there.

But the woman's eyes have me pinned.

She rests an arm against the back of the couch and with her other arm she makes a twirling motion.

"Give mommy a little spin, won't you?" she says, tucking her short brown hair behind her ear.

My cheeks are burning red now, not just out of embarrassment, but out of anger. Who does this cunt think she is to order me around like this? But somehow, in the midst of this, I feel my cock straining on her panties. I hate myself for this, but the slutty little bitch inside me likes where this is going.

"Yes mommy," I say, spinning my body around and feeling free as the fabric raises and floats around me for moment before coming back down.

"Good girl," she says and pats the empty seat next to her.

I walk over slowly, uncertain of what she has planned. I eye her large purse by her feet. For all I know she's got a gun in there and is here to take revenge on her ex-husbands new lover. But I take a deep breath and shake my concerns aside.

I gather my dress around my thighs and sit gentle on the edge of the couch.

"Oh come closer darling, mommy won't bite," she says.

I scoot closer nervously and smell a familiar rose perfume coming from her.

"Now tell me- what do I call you?"

I shuffle nervously, uncertain if I should reveal to her the name you and I shared just hours ago, but I don't want to give her my real name. Not just out of concern for my privacy, but it would just feel wrong to be called my man's name while I'm in these clothes and in your house.

"Rania," I say, still shivering.

"Oh that's a beautiful name," she says with a smile that feels one part genuine and two parts wicked. "So tell me, how long have you and Devon been together?"

I'm not sure how to answer that.

"Well, we been talked on the app for a month," her eyes pierce mine, so I take a deep breath and decide to open up. "I was nervous, you know, at first. I'd never been with a guy. Most guys I matched with seemed pushy, wanted sex now, or something. Or they were completely disinterested. Devon was patient." She nods and I continue. "He listened, got to know me and learned what I was looking for, but never pressed me for it. Then a few weeks ago we met for coffee. I thought he'd press me for sex then, but we just talked and walked around the neighborhood for a few hours and then I went home. I thought maybe at that point he just wasn't interested, once he'd gotten a look at me in real life. But as soon as I got home he texted and asked to take me out to dinner. Still he didn't pressure me for anything. Then he texted after work yesterday and asked if I'd like to grab a drink. And-"

"And now he's got you wearing my clothes and playing housewife while he's at work," she says rolling her eyes.

"I mean, he didn't force me to, I wanted to. And I'm sorry I'm in your clothes, I can-"

"No dear," she pats me on the shoulder and gives me a look of genuine sympathy. "I was only kidding. Devon's not a bad guy like that."

I smile and look at her. She's got big brown eyes and light brown skin. Her thick lips are coated in a familiar shade of bright red lipstick. She looks a little younger than you, maybe 45, 48 at the oldest. She's also absolutely stunning. Short haired milfy brunettes aren't just my type, they're my weakness.

"So, why did you get divorced?" I ask, feeling invasive, but overpowered by my curiosity.

She laughs.

"I wonder about that," she says, turning forward and straightening her skirt over her crossed legs. "Nothing terrible happened between us, to be honest. We were just too young when we got married and had kids, never had a chance to really grow into ourselves before we had to grow into the marriage. So we were always at each other's throats for one thing or another, all of which seems petty now. We're on good terms, we see each other often and do things together with the kids a lot, so we still have a close relationship."

I want to be jealous when she tells me this, but my heart just warms at the sentiment. Somehow, I'm happy you have this sense of peace and balance in your relationship.

She turns back and looks at me.

"Darling, Rania, you're absolutely adorable, but you don't know a thing about make up, do you?"

I lower my eyes and shake my head shamefully.

"It's alright dear," she says, grabbing her purse and standing up, "Come, let's teach you a thing or two."

She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. I assume she's taking me to your bedroom, but instead she veers off to the right at the top of the stairs and goes into one of the other bedrooms.

"Sit," she says, pulling the chair out of the desk and turning on the bright desk lamp.

She pulls out a kit of makeup from her purse and goes to work for a good ten minutes. My face flinches each time she pulls out a new cold instrument to dab on my face. There's no mirror at the desk, so I can't see what she's even doing. But when she finishes, she turns my chin towards her and blushes.

"You know, it's the oddest thing, but I can see why you've got him so allured. You have strong masculine features, but somehow, you're simultaneously as delicate as a feather."

She hands me a compact mirror and I blush too. I've never seen myself look this gorgeous and I let myself revel in the vanity of it. So much so I feel my cock straining again in her panties as I turn myself on.

When I hand the compact back, she's looking at me dead in the eyes. The skeptical taunting look from earlier has completely disappeared now. This look is warm, inviting. And hungry.

I'm hungry too.

I look at her lips and then back into her eyes. I lean forward and wrap my hands around her cheeks. When our lips meet there's an explosion of warmth.

I'm sorry to say, but there's no hesitation in either of us. Despite the hard kiss, the softness of her lips is overwhelming. I stand up and my hands warp around her, inside her blazer. The satin feel of her shirt is amazing, but I want to feel her skin on my fingertips so I pull at the fabric and untuck it from her skirt.

She purrs gently as she feels my fingertips glide up her back to undo her bra strap. As I feel the ridges of her spine I'm reminded of your back from last night and while I want to feel bad for betraying you in the moment, my cock is ready to tear itself out of her panties.

And I'm now struck at the further strangeness of making out with someone who's clothes I'm wearing.

I moan as I feel her hands grab my ass and pull up the fabric of my dress (well, her dress). I feel the cool air momentarily on my ass, until she gets her hands under the dress and lets the folds of the dress fall back over her hands.

She pulls me top of her as she lets herself fall backwards onto what I'm assuming is one of your kids' beds.

"Mmm," she says as our kiss breaks. "I've never even thought about being with a woman before, but after this, I'm gonna need to try."

"I'd love to be there to watch," I say as I unbutton her blouse.

I pull her white bra over her breasts and gasp. They're not the firmest ones I've seen, but they're perfectly shaped D cups. I completely lose control now and dive in, squeeze one in my right hand and sucking on the other.

She throws her head back and moans while pressing the back of my head harder against her chest.

"Fuck yes," she cries.

My dress is hiked up and I'm grinding against her thigh. The only thing separating my cock from her warm skin is these thin white panties, which are soaking in my pre-cum and still damp with your cum.

I squeeze both breaths with my hands and keep them there for a moment while I begin kissing down her belly. She's squirming and moaning more now, anticipating what's next.

I want to be sly and tease her the way you teased me last night, but I'm too impatient.

I slide down quickly and push her skirt up revealing cream-colored panties. I reach in and pull them off. I'm tempted to tear them like you did mine last night, but I manage to get them off without that. I spread her legs a bit, but not too much. I want to feel the warmth of her thick naked thighs near me still.

Her pussy is beautiful. It's got a thin coat of nicely groomed hair. I take a deep breath and when the slightly sour scent hits my nose I lose control and dive in, tongue first.

She screams, grabs my hair and pushes my head into her harder.

After giving her entire pussy, a nice bath with my tongue, I bring my right hand up and slide two fingers into her slowly. She moans and bucks her hips until the entire length of my fingers is soaking wet.

While I fuck her with my fingers, I begin alternating between sucking and licking her clit, each time getting rougher and harder. In her excitement, her hips are moving too wildly, so I wrap my left forearm around her waist and do my best to hold her steady while I suck and lick her clit.

I'm lost in this dark and moist dream when she clamps her thighs onto my ears and squeezes my hair in her fingertips. I look up and can almost hear her silent screams of pleasure before the real ones come and reverberate into my ears through her thighs. I'm vibrating my entire skull against her tongue now and feel a new gush of slick wetness coat my fingers as they continue to fuck her.

The grip of her thighs loosens and I feel her hands wrap around my chin to pull me up.

"Please please, I can't handle any more," she says panting.

I smile at her and watch her enormous tits rise and fall as she gasps for air.

I pick up her panties and wipe her cum off my beard and lie down next to her. My cock is straining hard in these panties still, but I'm so fascinated by her beauty that I'm momentarily distracted just lying there and watching her.

"Where did you," she says, each word between a breath. "learn to eat pussy like that."

I shrug my shoulders, pulling the fabric of the dress up my leg a little. I laugh to myself at the unexpected absurdity of how horny I could be for a woman all while playing housewife in a dress for a man who fucked me good and gave me some of the most intense orgasms of my life just last night. But none this morning.

She turns her head, her eyes wide with delight. She's decided something. She pushes me flat by my shoulders and climbs on top of me. She throws off her top and bra and her skirt rides up her torso as she grinds against my cock. I stare into her enormous swaying brown nipples, entranced, unable to restrain my hands as they reach up to cup and squeeze both her breasts. She moans and holds my hands against herself tightly.

"You know," she says, "Devon was always great in bed, but sometimes he liked to be a selfish lover intentionally. Leaving me wanting more, knowing he'd give me more, but not knowing how or when. He'd make more than amends eventually, but I could be horny for hours or days not knowing when he was ready to let me cum."

She grips my wrists tightly and pins them to the bed as she leans in close and kisses me.

"Did he fuck you and not let you cum this morning?" She asks while sucking and licking my ear lobe.

I nod pleadingly, wanting her to pull out my cock before I cum in her panties.

"Aww, poor baby," she says, giving my ear a bite making me whimper. She begins sliding down my body, squeezing and kissing me liberally as she goes. "Tell mommy how he fucked you this morning. Every detail."

I don't know how to respond. Where I even begin. And how to even find my voice while overwhelmed with the sensations of her soft body sliding hands wandering. I feel her hands slide up my dress and grip my thighs. Then I feel her nails dig in.

"Disobedient slut. I see Devon hasn't taught you manners yet. Mommy gave you an order."

I grip the bedsheets to try to focus my attention.

"Sorry mommy," I pant out. "I was wearing this dress-"

"Mommy's dress."

"Yes, and making him breakfast while he was at the gym." I feel her hot breath on my thighs as she plants soft kisses, each one coming closer to the hem of my (her) panties. I shiver, but try to focus on the story.

"I didn't hear him come in, he surprised me," I say, with an unexpected tone of guilt in my voice. As if it was my fault. As if I was being accused of acting as a temptress. The idea that I was tempting enough to even be accused of such a thing made me shiver with delight.

"He grabbed my ass hard, through my dress, and pinned me against the counter," I suddenly want to make this sound much more one sided than it actually was, so I say, "It was scary. I begged him to let me go, but he gripped my throat and began choking me with one hand and molesting my entire body with the other. I could feel his manhood pressing against me, pushing into me through our clothes, wanting to invade me."

I feel her long nails graze up the sides my thighs and grip the waist band of her panties and pull them down swiftly. My cock springs free and taps her chin.

"Well, darling, I'm having a hard time believing your story," she says, gripping base of my cock and planting kisses up and down the shaft. "It seems to me like you quite enjoyed seducing your daddy, making an innocent man commit such a grave, grave sin."

She gently releases a generous load of saliva onto my head and spreads it around my shaft with her fingertips. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock and her thick lips envelop my entire head.

Before I know what's happening she takes the full length my cock into her mouth and down her throat. My vision goes dark and I grip the fabric of the comforter hard and let out a deep moan.

She pulls me out of her mouth and I feel her sharp nails threateningly grip my balls.

I struggle to gather the details of this morning. I can't remember the order of what happened when and now I'm just throwing out random pieces of it.

"He pushed me to the ground and rubbed my face on his smelly gym shorts. I don't know how," I lie, "but he took his thingy out and put it in my face. He made me take it in my mouth and suck it like a popsicle. Except it tasted all salty."

"Just like this morning, you're not allow to cum, understood?" She warns, as she starts sucking me steadily.

How am I supposed to resist? I want to grab her by the hair and fuck her throat, but I do my best to be obedient and continue the story.

"Then he picked me up and threw me onto the dinner table. He bent me over, pulled my dress up and-"

I don't know what it was. If it was the steadily speeding up of her sucking me off, the texture of her tongue swirling expertly up and down my shaft. Or if it was the way her nails gently grazed my balls as she fondled them, making them tingle and shrivel. Or if it was the memory of your tongue probing my boy cunt. Or just all of it at once.

But I cum. I grab her head and keep it in rhythm as I shoot spurts of cum into your ex-wife's throat. She goes with it, sucking me firmly, draining every last drop greedily, as if she knows you intentionally left it in me this morning, and just wants to piss you off extra.

And there's no hesitation, no shame, no regret surfacing in me. I know I should feel some remorse for maybe cheating on you with your ex-wife, but for some reason it doesn't feel like cheating. It's weird, but not cheating.

I let go of her hair and let every muscle in my body relax. I feel her squeeze the last few drops of cum from my head as my cock goes limp. My eyes are closed and I'm in a beautiful, blissful daze.

Then I feel her lips on mine. Forcefully. Her tongue pushing its way between my lips. I try to protest, but she has me pinned and I'm weak from my euphoria so I give in and let her drain my cum back into me.

By now I'm used to the taste of cum, be it mine or yours, so I let it spread down my tongue and I swallow it steadily. But I can tell she saves a little bit for herself. She breaks the kiss and licks her lips with a smile.

"You two have so much in common," I say, my eyes still closed, my chest still heaving.

She snickers as she roles off me and reaches down to pull her panties back up my legs and straighten my dress before cuddling up on my side. She throws one leg over me and presses her wet pussy into me, reminding me that while she might be giving me a break, she's not yet satisfied. She wants to hear more about my morning.

But for now I wrap my arm under and around her and pull her close and I'm grateful my dress is sleeveless so I can feel her warm naked chest on my arm and shoulder.

I hear her breathing getting heavy and we both drift off to sleep.

When I wake up the sun is still bright in the sky. It's only 12:30pm.

I feel her stretch against my side and grab my body tight. She licks my ear and sends goose bumps up and down my body.

"So," she says, "Devon found himself a bisexual little slut."

"Seems convenient for you," I say.

"What do you think daddy will say when he finds out you're being naughty and playing with me?" she asks.

I'm spent, but her playful tone somehow manages to engage me and I feel my limp cock twitch.

"Please don't tell daddy," I say, playing along but also desperately hoping that she doesn't tell you a thing.

"What kind of mommy would I be if I let you get away with whatever you wanted?" you say, nibling my ear. "Oh well, if you make mommy cum real good one more time before she heads back to work, well then maybe I can keep our secret. Assuming you promise to service her whenever she drops by and sees you here."

I gulp. I'm shaking, not with nervousness, but at excitement realizing I've somehow landed in the most amazing sexual setup I've ever had in my life. Dressing up as a women, access to sex with a beefy man or a voluptuous woman, in a nice big warm house. I don't know if this is real or if I'll wake up any minute now.

"Yes mommy," I say.

I feel her sit up next to me and mount my chest backwards. As she bends down she pulls my dress up and slides my panties down over my cock. As she takes me in her mouth and brings me back to life, she perks her ass up presents her pussy to me, floating just above my neck. I pull her skirt up all the way. grab both ass cheeks simultaneously and squeeze them hard. I keep my grip on them to lift myself up and pull her down until my nose is buried in her cunt.