That’s not nice, Daddy. Now I’m all hard and tingly.
Good. If he wanted to ask silly questions, I was going to make damned sure to remind him how
badly I wanted him.
Then it’s a good thing you’re in your training undies. I bet your front hole is all wet for Daddy.
Do you know how hot it is to play with you there and then use it to get your back hole ready? I
might want to try that again tomorrow when you come over.
I can come over after work tonight. I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep after you and
William talk. I want to know what it feels like to have sex.It would have been easy to quickly agree
to having him drive here instead of home after work, but if we started that, I knew I’d never want him
to leave and I was trying my hardest to not have him feel like I was taking over his entire life.
Tomorrow, brat.
Then can I PLEASE have permission to play with myself tonight?
I laughed. The boy got credit for asking, instead of doing it and telling me later. Because I knew
him, if hehaddecided to masturbate when we were apart, the guilt would eat at him until he came
clean. And then I’d have to punish him, which wouldn’t exactly be a hardship. So far, he was a little
too well behaved for my liking and I was looking forward to when he eventually let his guard down
enough to slip up.
Tomorrow.I planned on taking my time with him, and I wanted him so desperate he was begging.
The doorbell rang, so I tucked my phone in my pocket on my way to the front of the house.
“William, thanks for coming over.”
I ushered him inside. The two of us weren’t besties or anything, but as I led him to the kitchen so I
could finish making dinner, I wondered why I hadn’t made more of an effort to hang out with him. He
was a good guy, and obviously we had things in common.
We chatted about mundane topics while I cooked. I knew I was stalling, but it felt bizarre to invite
the man over so I could ask his permission to have sex with the boy who’d shared my bed more nights
than I’d slept alone recently.
“How are things going with Sam?” he asked once we were sitting at the table. It was a damn good
thing each of us had a beer, because I felt like a teenager facing down my boyfriend’s dad. I snorted
when the thought entered my mind that his question sounded close to ‘what are your intentions with
my daughter?’.
