My Sons Girlfriend
My Sons Girlfriend
Sex Story Author: | John 101 |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Work beautifully.” I was little apprehensive, but in the end I agreed. I brought the pills too my, a |
Sex Story Category: | Black |
Sex Story Tags: | Black, Coercion, Drug, Fantasm, Girls domination, Interracial, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female |
My son was 24 and a good looking lad. Better looking than myself. Everyone said he took after his mother and they were probably right. Because of this, there was a constant stream of beautiful woman falling in and out of his bed.
At 58, I hadn’t had a good fuck in years, ever since my wife died and i was starting to think it was my turn for some young pussy.
His most recent girlfriend, Olivia, was 17. Half cast girl with beautiful chocolate coloured skin and b-cup tits. A petite 5ft4 with a nice little arse and a body you would kill for. From the second I’d first met her I was trying to figure out away I could fuck her myself. She often came round when my son was working nights and stayed in his bed till he came back in the morning.
One of these days was poker night. Myself and my closest five buddies played poker every Tuesday night. She turned up out of the blue looking for my son. She watched us play poker in her tight little top and skin tight jeans and I watched all my friends drool and adjust their pants. I knew they were all hard, wishing they could fuck this little teen whore. I knew that, because I was hard and thinking the same thing. She eventually went to bed around 1am and left Brian and myself playing heads up. Everyone else had struck out and, if I knew most of them, were hurrying home to fuck their wives while thinking about this little black slut I her tight top.
“I’d love to fuck that pussy,” Brian said as soon as she left the room.
“Tell me about it,” I replied. “You should see her in a teddy when she comes down for breakfast. My cock gets so hard I have to wait till she leaves before I can go to work.”
“I know how you feel,” Brian said and put his hand down his jeans to adjust his cock.
“I’d give anything to make her my personal fuck toy,” I whispered.
“What if I said I could help you out?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I can get you some pills. Slip them in her drink and you can do whatever you want to her for a couple of hours. She’ll never know.”
“Really?”
“I’ve used them a few times on some friends of my daughters.
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