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
Orton was passing across his father's room when Melissa walked out. He was surprised to see her walking out of his father's room."What were you doing in there?" He asked, staring at her cloths."So I'm prohibited from visiting your father's room?" Melissa asked nonchalantly. "That's not the answer to my question. Why is your cloth so disheveled as if you just changed into it?"What is wrong with it?" Melissa asked and Orton's attention was drawn to her face. He noticed that her eyes were red."Why is your eyes so red?" Orton asked in suspect."Something entered my eyes. Your dad just finished helping me out." She said and turned to leave. Orton wanted to call her back but he paused as he noticed her walking step. Her step changed as if she was having pains in between her leg."Is she cheating on me? With my dad?" That was the first question that flashed into his mind. He went back to his room and noticed she was in the bathroom. His heart began to beat. The signs where getting strong
He got to the door and looked, there she was, riding his dad in reverse cowgirl. She was facing the door, her ass going up and slamming down his father's dick.His father's big hands was wrapped possessively around her tiny waist, meeting her downstrokes with powerful upstrokes the power of which making her breasts bounce and jiggle. Melissa's head was titled back with her eyes closed so she was not aware that Orton was standing on the door. Tears began to roll down his cheek as he watched how she was riding him. His dad was not even aware. He was hammering into her, his heavy balls slapping her clit.He was shocked that his girlfriend was cheating on him with none other than his own father. The betrayal and deceit was despicable, leaving Orton utterly devastated and betrayed. The fact that his girlfriend chose to engage in such crazy behavior with his own father was beyond comprehension. He wondered could have driven his girlfriend to engage in such deceitful behavior. Soon, Melissa
Orton could not believe what was actually happening right in front of him. Melissa was even encouraging his father to cum inside of her. At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore."Dad! What nonsense is this!" He shouted and that was when Mike knew that someone was around. He was terrified when he looked up and saw it was his son."Dad! What is happening?" Mike quickly pushed Melissa off and tried to cover himself with his blanket. His heart began to race in a mixture of shame and fear."I'm sorry son. I don't mean to do this. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." The dad apologized."You don't need to apologize to him." Melissa said before turning her attension to Orton. "Your Father saw what is good and went for it. It's not his fault. He's helping his son to take care of what he have. Something he cannot handle.""Melissa?" Orton shouted at her."Stop yelling at me as if I'm not saying the fact. Have you ever satisfied me on bed? I thought you are good untill I met your Fat
"Look here, mister, you have to leave here now, or else, I'm going to call the security on you. We are not ready to listen to whatever you have to explain. You can't just come here and cook up a story, then expect us to believe. We are not kids. By the way, Who even gave you the permission to come in here in the first place and disrupt the peace of a woman who has just given birth?""The doctor did....the doctor gave me permission to come in here!" Rothschild replied hurriedly before they got any other second thought. He wiped the tears from his eyes and waited. "The doctor?" The second nurse asked this time. "Yes, the doctor asked that I come in here to see my wife.""She is not your wife, mister. That woman lying there is a single mother and I'd appreciate if you leave here already." The first nurse said sternly to him. Their arguments and noises was disrupting Amelia from having a peaceful rest. It got to a point that Amelia woke up from the sleep. "What....what is going on he
"Amelia?" Rothschild called out as he got closer to her and stared down at her face. He couldn't believe his eyes—he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Amelia had given birth! He rushed to where the child was to see the child that she had given birth to. He held his breath for what seemed like an hour—just staring down at the child who was fast asleep too, with amazement in his eyes. He held himself back from crying. "It's....it's my child!" Rothschild let out, trying to fight back the tears but he couldn't help himself. The child was too beautiful for him to take his eyes off. And the child was equally tiny too. Rothschild wanted to reach down and hold his newborn baby in his arms but the door suddenly opened, disrupting him from touching the child. "Sir, what are you doing here?" It was the nurse who had earlier told him to stay miles away from the ward. "I...I...just came in here to.." Rothschild couldn't seem to find his voice anymore. "Please sir, you need to leav
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me, or else I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Rothschild yelled out in anger. Bella scotted backward in fear, she had never seen Rothschild this angry before and it scared the life out of her. "You lying scum, I don't even know what to call you. You made me send my pregnant wife away from the house and now, I don't even know where to find her!""She wouldn't take my calls or even reply to my text messages and it's all your fucking fault, you bloody bastard!" Rothschild cursed out at Bella who still wore her mask of ignorance. "What...what are you talking about, Rothschild?!" Bella asked, feigning ignorance as she sat still on the floor. "Don't even get me started on that!" He warned. "I want you to go up there, pack everything that belongs to you and get the hell out of my house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, do you understand that?!" Rothschild said and stormed off. "Rothschild please wait!" Bella tried to stop hi
Bella was in shock for almost an hour after Rothschild had left the house. She wanted to run after Rothschild but she found her foot rooted to the ground. "And what was that I had seen in Rothschild's hand, it can't be what I think it is or can it be that...." "No, no way, it cannot be possible!" Bella said aloud to herself, rushing back into her room to change out of the clothes and put on proper clothes but by the time she went outside, there was no sign of Rothschild anywhere, he had already driven away. "No, no, this can't be!" Bella started to panic. She couldn't see what was right in front of her and that caused her to trip over the stairs while she walked. She remained on the floor motionless but clutching her chest tightly. In as much as Bella wanted to deny that she had seen Rothschild walk out of the room with a test results in his hand, so that it would offer her a flicker of hope that Rothschild was not suspecting a thing, it was obvious that the jig was up and soon
"I think you have something up your sleeves, I don't know what it is, but I don't think you've been honest with me lately." Rothschild poked the air in front of her with his index finger. "What...what are you talking about?!" Bella stuttered with a look of confusion on her face. She could see that something was about to go wrong. "Of course, you know what I'm talking about, and don't you dare pretend!!" Rothschild blurted out. Bella could see the seriousness and the anger on his face. "I swear that I do not know what you're talking about!" Bella said as she stepped back. "Alright then, if you do not know what I'm talking about, maybe you should leave this room!" Rothschild said to her. "But...." "No buts, leave now!!!" Rothschild yelled at the top of his lungs, he was already losing his cool at this point. Bella's jaw hung down loos
"You're...you're back!" Bella called out to Rothschild when she saw him walk in through the front door. "Yes, I am!" He replied grudgingly, hurrying up to his room. "Why are you in a hurry, where are you going?!" Bella asked him with raised eyebrows. "It's none of your business, Bella. I don't have the time for this!" Rothschild replied he didn't bother to hide the irritation in his tone as he spoke. "None of my business?!" Bella angrily threw down the magazine she held in her hands and stood up from the couch, knocking the glass half filled with orange juice as she hurried after Rothschild. "And what is that supposed to mean, Rothschild? I am your wife, and I demand to know where you have been and where you are hurrying off to!" Bella yelled out to him. "Look, I already told you that I do not have the time for this; I have a business to catch up with.." Rothschild stopped and turned to respond to Bella who was glazing at him with eyes red as fire. "That does not
Rothschild stopped the car in front of Amelia's mother's house and got down from it without hesitation. He hoped that Amelia would be there and even if she wasn't, her mother would tell him where Amelia was. But if her mother would refuse to tell him, then he would have to find an alternative means to make her tell him where Amelia was. It had been so long since he last saw his mother in law, he didn't know how she would react to seeing him again and in her house. He was certain that Amelia must have told her about the divorce and him showing his face in her house just because he couldn't find Amelia would be like reopening wounds that were already in their healing processes. Rothschild summoned the courage to walk up to the front porch and knock on the front door. "Hello, is anyone home?!" Rothschild asked as he continued knocking on the door. "Hold on just a minute, I'm coming!" He heard a voice from the inside. Rothschild's heart began to pound faster in his chest the m