My Boyfriend's Daddy (Humiliation Cuckolding Erotica) by Kyra Keeley Page A

answers that Mr. Warren and I were coming up with. After fifteen minutes, I looked up and caught Dean’s dad glancing at my private mound obscured beneath the stretched fabric of my tiny panties as I excitedly rocked back and forth. When he stopped looking, I took the chance to reach down adjusting the elastic just to make sure I was all covered.
    All in all, t his probably had something to with why he was so enthusiastic about helping. Dean didn’t seem to mind or notice, and lacking sleep and apparently judgment neither did I.
    An hour later , Dean is totally nodding out while doing everything he can to stay awake. One minute he’s talking a mile a minute, turning the music up and down, opening and closing his window, chugging an energy drink, and telling us to tell him stories.
    His judgment, clouded by a lack sleep, becomes askew as he steers the conversation in inappropriate directions. He wants to hear all the bad stuff, like when we first masturbated, when we lost our virginity, and who we thought was really hot at the festival.
    Then like a flash of lightening , he asks if I remember that night we drove back from his cousin’s house and tells his Dad, “that it is a pretty good story.”
    “Of course I do. You don’t want me to tell THAT story do you?”
    “We are all so tired we will not even remember tomorrow,” Dean encourages me.
    “I don’t know . . . in front of your Dad?”
    “Okay, now I’m interested,” Dean’s Dad chimes in.
    “It will make me stay awake, so we won’t crash and die.”
    Just the mention of it seems to perk him up, so I go ahead and tell the story.
    “This trip home kind of me reminds of the time Dean and I went to visit his cousin , your nephew, when they lived a few hours away. We left late at night and he was so tired, but we decided to drive home because my parents told us we had to be back before midnight. Do you want me to go on?”
    “Yeah, yeah . . . you have to,” Dean pleads.
    “Anyways, as soon as Dean started to dose off, I reached inside of his pants and pulled out his you know what. I kept him right on the verge . . . of . . . uh . . . coming for nearly two hours. I would stop right when he told me to, so that he could keep the blood rushing making him wide awake. He told me it was better than a whole cooler of energy drinks from the gas station.”
    “Fuck yeah. Too bad they can’t bottle that feeling—that person would be a millionaire,” Dean confirms my accuracy.
    I chuckle at Dean’s joke and glance around at the guys in the front seat who were probably wishing that story was a lot longer, or a little more in depth at least. I pay special attention to Dean’s dad’s reaction.
    Applied to the present scenario, with Mr. Warren in tow, a repeat of this story seemed pretty unlikely.
    However, f ollowing the story, after a couple of minutes of silence, Dean tells me he has an idea.
    “Okay. Here’s the deal guy s, I’m going to come clean. Having been around so many people this weekend, I’m horny as fuck from watching Mary walk around in that tiny skirt and bikini top in public. I’ve had a thousand unrequited boners this weekend. Just to get me through the night, and give something to look forward too, you have to show me something Mary. I’ll take anything,” Dean pleads.
    “ Dad has to look away,” I say feigning modesty. I’ve known that both of them, among others, have been stealing glances at me all weekend.
    “Shucks,” Dean’s dad says to himself glancing at Dean to see his reaction.
    “ Just make sense. We don’t want daddy sitting on a stiffy the whole way home, the old boy needs his rest,” Dean assuredly says.
    “Dean , the voice of reason, but seriously you know I think she’s fucking beautiful,” Dean’s dad says testing the boundaries of the trios’ familiar bond.
    “You don’t have to tell me,” Dean says glancing back ready to catch a glimpse of my body. “You got more than an eyeful this weekend for