Life with a Nympho Pt 7. Meeting the Parents
"I don't think your mother likes me."
Once again, Kelly had awakened me with a bit of a bombshell. I would have preferred a blowjob.
"Well, my dad seems to love you, so you're batting .500. Not bad."
We had flown to my hometown the previous evening so that my parents could meet my fiancée. Our flight was delayed so with the three-hour time change, it felt like 1 a.m. for us when the cab finally pulled up at the downtown condo that they'd moved into after downsizing a few years earlier. I was surprised my parents were still up.
Luckily, we'd booked a suite for the weekend in a high-end hotel not far from their building. My mother had warned me that their guest room only had a double bed.
"We're told it's not that comfortable, dear," she'd told me on the phone a few days before our visit. "And I suppose I'm only assuming you'd want to sleep together, although there's always the couch."
You assumed right, Mom, I'd thought to myself at the time. As enticing as the prospect was of having Kelly practically on top of me all night, I knew it would be a lot more fun to be with her in a king-size bed in a luxury hotel. What they say about hotel sex is absolutely true.
We had a drink with my parents before excusing ourselves. We were somewhat invigorated by the cool nighttime air on the walk to the hotel, which led to a quick and passionate fuck before we both passed out for the night.
It was hard to see how my mother could have formed an opinion about Kelly in the short period of time we were together, especially when it was clear that we were both bagged after the flight. But my fiancée wouldn't let it go.
"She was polite and all that," Kelly said. "But I'm not sure she approved of me."
"Relax. She's been like that with every girl I've ever introduced them to, though just to put your mind at rest, there haven't been very many. The last one was someone I met in university so it's been a while. I'm her only son, she always reminds me, and she wants to make sure the woman I marry is an appropriate choice."
"I guess I'm out of luck," Kelly laughed. "I'll pack my bag and see if I can catch an early flight home."
"You're not going anywhere," I said, as I rolled over and got on top of her. My morning wood meant that I was ready for some pussy, and she was as wet as usual. I plunged my cock inside her.
"Seriously, we should tell her about my former line of work," Kelly joked as I continued to fuck her. "And then she could tell all her friends. 'Martha dear, I'd like you to meet Tony's future wife. She used to be a stripper!'"
"Stop it!" I demanded. "Or I'll pull out right now."
"You've never done that before, and I highly doubt you're going to start now," she responded confidently, squeezing my cock with her pussy and placing my hands on her killer breasts.
"Like I said, my dad seemed to like you," I grunted as I pressed my body close to hers and rolled over so that she was on top. "He's always been a breast man. I guess I come by it honestly."
"I was dressed very conservatively last night," she protested. "I didn't bring anything sexy for this trip. At least nothing I plan to wear when we're with them."
"It's impossible for you not to look sexy," I reminded her. "It's a cross you'll have to bear for the rest of your life."
"You can only hope," she replied. "Now shut up and fuck me!"
Kelly was now riding me in cowgirl, her fingers tickling my chest. She had a couple of orgasms, but I was in no hurry. Occasionally, I'd pick up the pace as if I was going to cum, but we settled in for a lasting and satisfying morning fuck. Eventually, I couldn't hold out any longer, and filled her pussy with my seed.
"You're fucking insatiable, baby. I can't wait until next time," I panted. "But I think we need to get get going. We promised to meet them for brunch at 10:30. What time is it, anyway?"
Kelly reached for her phone.
"Holy fuck, it's already 10 after 10. We don't even have time for a shower. I guess I'm going to be having brunch with Heather and Martin with their son's cum dripping out of my pussy."
I slapped her ass and we both sprang out of bed. We washed up as best we could and got dressed. Kelly put on a pair of skinny jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt that would neither offend my mother nor please my father. She even put on a bra, which was rare, and as I always told her, unnecessary: her all-natural D cups were so firm that they didn't need any support.
I opened the curtains and we briefly took in a stunning view of the harbour, with the mountains in the background.
"That's so beautiful," Kelly said as she pulled on her jacket. "We're going to have to come back here while it's still light out and enjoy it some more.
We raced to the restaurant, and somehow managed to arrive a minute or two ahead of my parents, who lived half a block away and prided themselves on never being late for anything.
"Sorry, got stuck in traffic," my father said. I'd forgotten that he'd invented dad jokes.
"You both look well-rested," my mother added.
"The bed at the hotel is very comfortable. We slept in and only woke up 20 minutes ago," Kelly lied. We were seated next to each other, and I had my hand on my lap. She surreptitiously reached over and placed it between her legs so I could feel her wetness.
The waitress brought us coffee and took our orders. I knew what to expect next from my mother.
"I held off on asking you a bunch of questions last night because I knew you were exhausted after your trip. But now we have all the time in the world. So tell us how you met and how it is you've decided to get married so fast."
It wasn't even ten seconds and she'd gotten in her first zinger. I loved my mom, but sometimes....
"Well, we met at a party last summer," Kelly began. "I was there with someone else, I'm almost ashamed to admit, but it wasn't anything serious. We really enjoyed our conversation but Tony didn't ask me for my phone number or anything, because he's always such a gentleman. I guess I have you two to thank for that."
Kelly was really laying it on thick.
"I broke up with that guy a little while later, and one afternoon, Tony and I ran into each other in a bookshop."
A bookshop? I couldn't remember the last time either one of us had read a book for pleasure. But at least it was more believable than the church social we'd invented for when we had to tell our future imaginary kids the story of how we got together.
"I told him I was now single, and he invited me for a coffee. We started dating and we really hit it off. I don't know if Tony told you but I'm getting my MBA. I had to take the fall term off because I was having trouble paying for rent, food and tuition, so after we got serious, he invited me to come and live with him. That's how I'm managing to go to school this winter. And it's been going great."
