My Son’s Wife

My Son’s Wife

I didn’t think of her as a daughter, well, I honestly didn’t really think about her too much at all. I worked all the time and when I was at home my wife’s insatiable sex drive kept me pretty busy. Needless to say, I didn’t notice Hailee.

Sometimes I need some medicated help to keep up with my wife. I’m getting a little older and to be frank – it’s not always easy getting it up. But I was ready, and my wife was wet, when she got a phone call to go to work – some emergency was happening. Meagan – my wife – looked at me with big blue eyes full of apology and shuffled off the bed to get dressed.

Fuck.

I didn’t even notice Meagan leaving. The painful strain of my cock was overwhelming – I needed relief fast. I left our bedroom and walked out to the hallway where I left my laptop (my hand wasn’t the same as my wife’s cunt, but it’ll do), when I finally noticed Hailee.

She was walking out of the guest bathroom in nothing but a towel. I could see her slender white shoulders sprinkled with water droplets from the shower. I suddenly became very thirsty and the water glistening on her skin was tantalizing. I must have been staring too long because I noticed a flush start up her neck.

I imagined that blush everywhere and suddenly imagined seeing that blush everywhere on her naked body. Then I imagined pounding my cock into a tight pink cunt.

Her gasp made me look up into her face and I realized that I moved closer to her without even realizing it.

“Mal?” her voice was like a slap to my face. What the fuck was I doing?