Ty Decides We Belong to Him
His insatiable desire for me made him bolder.
AT WORK-
One more excruciating hour and my work day would finally end. It had been a typical Monday. Mostly of my time spent on paperwork, and meetings, and tapping my fingers on my desk. Enough dead time to scroll Facebook, IG and TikTok. At least I could laugh and maybe learn something new.
Thirty minutes later, my phone rings. My office door is usually open so I keep my personal calls to a quiet minimum. I was surprised when son-in-law's name popped up. Ty never rings my phone unless directed to by my daughter.
Was everything okay? Did something happen to one of them? The questions sped through my mind like a race car at the Indy 500. I answered nervously.
"Ty, is everything okay?" I asked in a concerned voice, you don't usually call me. I glanced at the clock wondering what my boss would say if I needed to leave early. A favor I did not relish requesting.
I was relieved upon hearing his calm reply on the other end. "Yes, everything is fine Mom, just fine." Then, he asked me an unusual question, one usually reserved for my daughter. So, I assumed he was asking for her.
There's an old saying about assuming. And this ended up being one of those times that called for a reminder of how appropriate that saying was.
"I was wondering if you're working late tonight?" He asked me.
Still thinking it had something to do with timing, for dinner or a need she might have before I got home, I responded.
"Absolutely not! This day has been one of the longest, and I am so anxious to get out of here, into my car, and home. I should be there around the normal time. What's going on? I asked. Do you guys need anything?
"It's me, he replied. I need something.
"Oh, okay, I said, I don't mind stopping. There I go assuming again. What's up?"
"It's a very unusual request," he proceeded to say.
"Is it somewhere I need to go, or something you need me to do?"
"Well, your daughter was very tired, and she ate her dinner and went straight to bed. Matter of fact she's already snoring up a storm.
"Here's what I need you to do. A slight pause, then he continued. When you get here, make sure you don't have any panties on."
I was stunned into silence. And then he hung up. "Hello, hello," I repeated. Dead air.
What the fuck did he have in mind. Not that I didn't know. Yeah, it was fun taking that risky gamble in the hallway a couple of weeks ago, and he definitely knows how to fuck me, and what I like.
My brain was already sending signals down to my twat, which was quickly receiving the message and beading up with moisture from the firm tone in his voice.
I thought back to that night two weeks ago when Ty lured me in the hallway while my daughter was checking the mail, expecting a package.
The freshness of his sandalwood cologne stayed with me to this day. The ease with which his cock entered me caused a tremble in my vagina whenever I closed my eyes in remembrance of how deep his cock penetrated me when he filled me with his load.
I knew that he loved my daughter and saw me as a safe place to meet his extra libido needs. Did I mind? No. Because I also saw him as a safe place to fill the gap in my needs. At some point we would have to stop before we got too careless and it became too risky. Would that be today? No.
In deep thought while replaying that call my eyes roamed around my sparse office. Over the years I learned to keep my family exposure to a minimum. Posting family pictures became a no-no.
Experience taught me that after work drinking relationships were a ticking time bomb that could explode and detour a career even before you realized it had been planted.
I leaned back in my big comfortable leather office chair and stared at the clock on the wall. I had to admit, it was time. I needed to be fucked.
"Looks like you got a lot on your mind." Startled from my clock staring coma, I turned to see my boss standing in the doorway to my office, staring at me. "I said you can go if you want, see you in the morning."
The clock was ticking. "Okay, I replied, a couple of things to finish before I go. I was free to leave now, but technically I had fifteen more minutes before my day was scheduled to end. I didn't rush it, I needed to think before I started the drive home.
Ty works second shift but today being Saturday, he was off. My daughter worked a regular forty hour job and two days at a part-time job, Saturday morning being one of those days. Her energy tank is usually low by the end of the week, and she's normally sleeping when I get in Saturday evening.
I did enjoy big surprises. I quickly got my interested ass in gear to leave. But first, a visit to the rest room to refresh before leaving. I took one last look at my ticking wall clock. Ten minutes to closing. Twenty minutes from now I'd be turning into my driveway, panties or no panties.
My phone's playlist did not connect immediately when I started my car, so local radio was playing. No way, I gasped. Tina Turner, 'What's Love Got To Do With It,' blasted through the Bose speakers. A song I liked, but normally didn't pay much attention to. Today, it had an expanded meaning.
Ty was a good man, as men go. Men hunt. They're born with an innate need to hunt and conquer. It's the reason this world has so many stupid wars. His approach towards me today was liken to a weekend hunt for him. He wanted to set the scene, weaponize, and conquer. I got it, and the heat tingling between my thighs hinted that being hunted like this could be fun.
ARRIVING HOME-
I turned right onto the Thruway going North, ten minutes from home. Panties off. A little hungry, I considered stopping for hot wings, but when I caught site of the long line as I approached my favorite wing spot, I decided to keep going.
I wasn't sure what Ty had in mind, but I knew time was important. My daughter would be waking to spend time with him before it got late. But still, I was on my time, not his. His self-assured welcome would have to wait a tad longer. So, it would be eat-in tacos instead.
Nervous as I pulled into the garage, my mind had already zipped through the possibilities of how Ty wanted to fuck me. I had played with my pussy all the way home from taco land and was ready to feel his fat cock violating me.
When I entered the house Ty was closing the door to their bedroom. He met me at the stairs offering to take my purse off my arm. He placed it gently on the small plant holding table against the wall. Turning back to me, he held his index finger to his lips shushing me.
Two steps later his muscular arms were wrapped around my waist as his lips searched for mine. I leaned my head back out of his reach. "Ty, not here, is she asleep?
"Yes, and, yes, here, I want you right here. I made sure she was asleep when you pulled into the garage. He backed me into the door I had just come through, but this time I offered no resistance. I felt his throbbing hardness in my area, and forced my equally quivering pelvis forward to meet it.
I realized that this was the surprise. He had me figured out and knew that I would be willing to play another risky game of not getting caught fucking. Ty began kissing my neck as his hands roamed my willing body. He fondled my tits and fingered my nipples while he rotated and did a hard grind against my pelvis.
I whispered. "Are you really planning to fuck me right here, Ty?"
He moved up from my neck to my cheek, kissing me softly. "Yes, Mommy, I'm gonna bend you over and fuck you right here." Why do you think I told you not to wear panties? I bet your pussy is soaking wet," he said as his hands began journeying under my dress.
"Yes, baby, she's wet, I moaned loud enough for only his ears. This is truly insane, I said, but I need to be fucked."
"And I've been needing to fuck you," he whispered back. His lips finally landed on mine squelching all conversation, his tongue slithering between my partially open shiny lips.
