(I have corrected the repeated chapter 5. Awaiting editor's approval)He walked closer and went down with one kneel. Melissa's heart began to race, hoping it wasn't what she was thinking because she was going to turn him down with reckless abandon. The pose and the smiles on his face says a lot. It was as if he was about to propose to her.Her mind was racing, thinking of a convincing excuse to give to him. She was ready to break his heart. Nothing is more important to her than his father's dick. She was ready to sacrifice anything to have his father for herself."You are back.'' Melissa said with a fake smile. "Why are you kneeling down?"Yeah, I have something special for you. Something i know you will love to have. You know I always love you and your happiness is my priority." Orton said with an exciting smile."I hope It's really something that will make me Happy." Melissa said, waiting to see the surprise. Her heart was racing, worried that he was going to be disappointed on her
"Just relax. I'm about to put you in the mood.” He tried to move his hand again and she blushed his hand away. Orton was confused. Why would she be doing that. It was as if he was bothering her. He could clearly see that she doesn't want him to continue. It was strange a strange development. Melissa have never acted like that before. “Can't you see that it's not working?. I am supposed to be wet already, but I am still dry. Can't you see it? Just get in, take your bath and relax. I'm coming. I know you must be very hungry. I'm coming to prepare your favorite meal.” Melissa said, smiling at him, trying to make him feel good. She could clearly see his sudden change of facial expression but that wasn't enough to make her change her mind. It won't end well if she allows him to continue.It would still feel as if he was abusing her.What she needed from him at that particular moment was to give her space. She would be grateful if he would just leave her alone and get into the house. The on
Mike was about to stroll to his room when he began to perceiving the aroma. With the kind of aroma he was perceiving, he could tell who was behind it. He paused and turned, then headed to the kitchen.He got to the kitchen entrance and watched as Melissa was busy, cutting the onion while standing behind the boiling pot. Melissa had noticed his presence without looking back. She could smell his scent. Mike stood there, watching her without saying anything.Melissa began to feel uncomfortable, knowing that he was starring at her. She wished Orton was not around, if not, she would have kept the cooking on a hold and do something nasty."Are you going to stand there forever?" Melissa asked without turning towards him."How did you know I'm here?" Mike asked and took some steps into the kitchen."I can smell you. How was today's work?""Better than other days. I guess the food is getting ready because my tummy is no longer in a good mood.""Yeah, it will be ready in less than ten minutes."
Mike was uncomfortable, he knew how risky it was but he aren't even making any attempt to stop her. Orton could not notice anything. Melissa was not even shaking. She was stroking him with full confidence that Orton would never find out. She moved her finger to his tip and rubbed her thumb above, causing Mike to flick a little because of how sensitive it was. Melissa began to stroke his cap, moving it with a slow short motion. The pleasure was getting too much for Mike. He had his foot clenched to avoid moaning. Her hand was getting dry again as she stroke him and she knew she needed to suck him again. Just as she did the first time, she intentionally dropped her spoon behind him and leaned down to pick it. She took his dick in her mouth again and gave it a quick suck before getting up along with the spoon. She resumed stroking him. This time, Mike. was feeling the pleasure more and more. His dick was becoming more sensitive to her fingers.Suddenly, Orton's phone rang and he go
Melissa sucked him deep and pulled her mouth out, then she began to jack him off, focusing her attention over his top. Mike was finding it difficult to eat again. He was finding it difficult to hold himself. His dick was becoming more sensitive to her touch, especially his cap."Dad?" Orton called and Mike looked up at him. "Is there any problem?""No, don't worry. I'm fine." He replied with a smile and continue his food. Mellissa resumed sucking, bobing her head up and down while holding the base."Dad, do you think I should marry mellissa?" Orton asked in the middle of their conversation. "Uhhm, it would be nice but I don't think she will accept." Mike replied."I don't understand. what do you mean?" "I don't think she loved you so much to spend her life with you." Mike replied. This time, Mellissa was deep throating him."I don't think so. Melissa and I love ourselves so much, and I'm sure she can't wait for us to get married. I am probably the one delaying it.""When are you plan
"But what if i don't really want to marry him?" Melissa asked. Mike was not expecting that. Even though he was fucking up, he still care for his son. He was just driven by her erotic seduction and would try and stop since Randy was making plan to marry her. He can't be having an affair with a lady her son wanted to marry."You can't say that. My son loved you so much and you know it. You heard him saying he's planning to engage you. Were you planning to turn him down?'"The engagement doesn't concern me. I've found someone who is better and I can't continue with him, not to talk of getting married to him.""And who that person?" Mike asked."I wasn't expecting this kind of question from you. How can you ask me who is the person when you are the only one recently having affairs with me." She said, coming more closer to him."You can't say that. I can't marry you. That's not possible." Mike said, getting scared. There's no way he was going to do that. How can he back stab his own son."W
"He will never forgive me as his father if i do this to him. You have to understand. Please leave so we won't do what we would regret." Mike said. He really wanted her to leave but he couldn't push her away. In as much as he knew it won't end well if they end up having sex, a part of him wanted to fuck her. A part of him wanted to know how it would feel to sink his dick inside of her."Do i hear you say regret. I don't think we will regret it. The only thing we will regret is not fucking each other." She moved her hand down and grabbed his dick."Fuck! Can you stop it!" "Can you stop pretending as if you don't want this? If you don't want this, you would have pushed me away. Deep down you want to fuck your son's girlfriend." She could feel his dick growing on her hand."But we should..." Mike had not finished talking and she planted her lips against his, preventing him from talking further. She kissed him hard while adding pressure over his dick.Mike couldn't push her away, instead
"This is not so wrong like thought. My son doesn't really deserve you. I'm the perfect man for you." Mike said, pounding up to meet her slow rhythm."Ohhh! Yeah!! I'm glad you understands what I mean now. No body will blame you for fucking your son's girlfriend. You are doing what a caring father would do for his son. You are actually helping him to satisfy me. You are giving me what I couldn't get from him." She increased the pace and began to ride him faster and faster. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips which he responded. They began to kiss passionately as she fuck him.Soon, she was getting tired. Mike noticed and pulled her down, then turned her over that she was lying on the bed and him on top. He did it so smoothly that his dick didn't pull out of her pussy. He adjusted himself and began to pound her good."Yes daddy! Fuck me harder! Yesss!" She screamed, widening her legs more to accommodate him. Mike began to pound her really hard. The sound of his pounds was echoing
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The moment she returned to her hotel room that night, she sat on the ground and almost cried her heart out. At least, Mike's mother would no longer have a reason to despise her. She was finally pregnant after years of being married to Mike. An hour passed into the night and she finally got a hold of herself. She would call Mike and share the sweet news with him. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Still trying to snuff out the last trace of tears in her tone, she hit the dial icon. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the electronic voice spoke. “The number you are calling is not available at the moment.” She called again and again. But the response was the same. Mike was not taking any of her calls. It was already a couple of minutes to ten in the night. There was a probability he was already asleep. Though, Mike was not the type to sleep early. He must have had a stressful day. She concluded. The bell in her hotel room rang. Someone was out there. She got to the doo
Vicky could feel the fullness of his cock inside her. Mike was a monster. Not only was he long down there, but that he had enough girth too. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The helpless lady looked at him with the look that said he should put it back in. But he didn't do so. He simply used it to flog the areas of her vagina, making her more wet than she already was. He pressed on the clit button with his cock, making Vicky go wild. Her eyes were literally turning. “Are you ready for me?” He asked. Vicky wanted to curse him. She was more than ready. “Yes, yes,” she replied in a helpless manner. Mike then grabbed her waist so tightly and slowly put his cock in till it was swallowed entirely. Then, he brought it out again. The in and out movement turned into a slow and steady thrust. Gradually, he increased his pace. What started slowly was now fast and soon rough. The sound of flesh slamming against another soon filled the entire room. After a good while of quick thrusts, he s
The kiss became so passionate and they started breathing heavily. He pinned her on the wardrobe and kept kissing her. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He asked as he pulled away. Vicky always wanted to feel his lips on hers. But at the time, she didn't know what to think. She already gave up. She felt Mike was just not going to come around. But he did! “I—” Mike didn't give her the chance to speak. He locked her lips again. This time, his hands were running through her entire body. The lady had already put on a dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave when Mike made the decision to act. He stopped kissing again and helped her take the dress off. His eyes absorbed the creature before him. He placed his head in between her boobs and let himself get drowned in the moment. Then, he carried her and dropped her on the bed. Vicky lay there like a test material. She had no idea what Mike was thinking of doing to her. All she could do was anticipate
The towel descended through the length of her body and fell on the ground. She was naked. Mike was completely swept off his feet. He found himself struggling to say a word. There was a lump in his throat. Vicky looked even better than the pictures she had sent to him. With every moment that slipped by, it only became more difficult to resist her. His eyes traveled through her body, scanning every detail as they journeyed from her hair to her toes. The boobs were impeccably built— slightly bent due to the weight. The alveolar area of her breast was large enough, an indication that she was incredibly sensitive around that area. Her nipples were surprisingly pointed and looked enticingly beautiful. “Vi..vi.. Vicky,” Mike stuttered. “What…what do you think you are doing?” Vicky smiled at him. “What does it look like to you? Do you like what you see?” Oh yes, he did. Not long ago, he was fuming. But at the moment, he had no idea what was going on inside him. The anger was there. How
Right in the presence of everyone, his mouth flew open once again. His cock became really hard in the boardroom. What his heart desired to see for so long was already there. All those times Vicky paraded before him, all he could do was imagine what would be beyond the skimpy dresses. He was finally staring at her naked body. Oh damn it!! Vicky was damn too hot. Mike found himself salivating without knowing it. He had been enchanted by her. “Mr Mike, are you okay?” One of the board members asked him. But Mike was not okay. Beyond being okay, he was lost completely. He found himself moping stupidly at the nudity of his own sister-in-law! Get hold of yourself, Mike! “Mike?” Another person tried to call his attention. But Mike was lost. He was obviously not listening to them. He was only brought back to his senses when one of them slapped his hands on the table. Mike was jolted from his lost state. But his hand had already gone down to his cock. It was furiously waging war a
Vicky was throwing both legs effortlessly through the mini black dress she was wearing. It barely covered her private areas and perched on her thighs. The design was in such a way that her cleavages were out there. Mike was struck by her presence. His mouth was suddenly agape and the words were held back in his throat. “Babe,” Jennifer called him. “Are you still there?” The married dude was lost. He couldn't help himself. Vicky looked incredibly attractive for him to be able to resist her. “Honey? Are you there?” Jennifer asked again. “Yes, yes,” he responded in a disoriented manner. “Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” “Uhm… yes. I mean no.” Jennifer sighed. “What is it?” Vicky got to the table and dropped the bag she was carrying. “Is that Jennifer?” She asked suddenly and loudly. Mike's eyes dilated. What was she trying to achieve by announcing her presence to Jennifer? “Babe, I heard Vicky's voice just now. Is she there with you?” Before Mike could gi
The next morning, Mike made the decision to resume work. Being the owner of his own business, he had taken some time off from work to have fun with his wife, Jennifer. But then, things were not going the way he thought. Jennifer had traveled and he had a tempting desire to sleep with his own sister-in-law. To even think he would be in this position was driving him crazy. And yes, the only way for him to cut down time spent with her, was to resume work. At seven o'clock in the morning, he was already dressed and ready to dive into the activities of the day. He was wearing a well ironed shirt that he tucked into his pair of black pants, a shiny Italian shoe and a matching black jacket. He was good to go. He was about to leave when his phone rang. It was his mom. “Hello, mom,” he said as he slid the green icon. “Good morning.” His greeting was replied with a rebuke. “What is good about this morning?” His mom asked. “Hold your greeting. I don't need it.” He stroked his f