Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 11

Please read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 & 10 for a better understanding of this chapter.

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I couldn’t believe it had finally happened.

For a while, I stood in the shower with the water running, remembering his rough hands rubbing all over me, feeling his cock inside of me, unwilling to wash away the memories of our first time. When I exited the shower, clean and freshly scented, Ben was still sprawled on the bed, his cock relaxed and flaccid, drooping over his balls with small droplets of cum hanging on to his red tip. His hands were behind his head and he was looking up towards the ceiling. He seemed to be in deep thought and his chest rose and dropped deeply as if while satisfied, he was still trying to catch his breath. I threw on a clean pair of boxers and slowly crawled up his body, over his legs and cock and lay on top his naked frame, feeling his sweatiness against my perky skin. He removed his hands from behind his head and put them around me, hugging me tightly and kissed me on the head.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit distant.”
“I’m great, champ. Are you okay? That was a rough session.”
“I’m fantastic! I’ve never felt better in my life.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you comfortable.”
“You could never make me uncomfortable. I love pleasing you.”

I rose up and gave him a small kiss on his lips and after a brief glance, he drew me in closer, and for the first time, returned my kiss, with a passion and power I had never experienced before.