It was about 6pm when I got home from work. As always, the first thing I do is check for any missed calls. I walked over to the machine and pressed play. BEEEEEEEP!
....."Hi John, it's Paula, Simon's girfriend. Listen, I'm a bit worried about my relationship with Simon, there's something not quite right. Can you please give me a call so we can talk about it at somepoint? Thanks. Byee".
I had only met Paula once before, and I was blown away with how good looking she was. Tanned complexion, with long dark silky hair and a body and tits to die for. My son was one hell of a lucky guy and it puzzled me as to why things may be wrong.
Straight away, I hoped my son was OK. I picked up the phone and called Paula.
"Hi Paula, Its Simon's Dad... John. Listen, I got your message and Im worried about what you were saying. Can you come over to mine so we can discuss it now?"
"You're kidding? It has to be tonight?" She asked.
"I'm afraid so, It's probably the only time I got to myself this week."
"Ok, Ill be as quick as I can."
I put the phone down and sat back and thought about Paula's gorgeous body, imagining she was riding my cock as we both gently kissed on the seat.
I quickly snapped out of it and thought how wrong it was to be thinking like this, especially over my own sons girlfriend.
10 minutes had passed before I heard a car pull up outside. I looked out the window and saw Paula walking up towards the front door.
I continued to peak out the window, through a small gap in the curtain, admiring every single curve on Paula's gorgeous body.
As she leaned up to press the door bell, I saw her stiff nipples poke through her tight, white t-shirt.
I must have remained there for a good couple of minutes before I eventually went and opened the front door.
I directed her into the lounge and followed her in, eyes fixed on her cute little ass as it wiggled from side to side. I could feel my cock getting hard, and there was nothing I could do to control it.
"Please, sit down Paula...Can I get you a drink or anything?" I asked her.
"No thanks Johnny, please take a seat, I need to talk to you!"
This sounded serious. I sat down and listened to what she had to say, all the time, trying not to get caught staring at her gorgeous cleavage.
“Well Johnny, you see…I got a problem with Simon.” she says, as her hands start to gently rub up and down her thigh.
“Every time I’m about to fuck your son, I…I…Well…I keep imagining that its you that I’m fucking!”
She looks up at me as she says this and gives me an evil, dirty, luscious look which had me hypnotised instantly. “The thought of fucking you is driving me wild, and I can’t ignore it any longer!”
Her lips looked so fresh and juicy and the thought of them around my cock was making it tough to resist her advances.
My cock began to swell even more, and she was also well aware of it. Paula began crawling up to me, eyes fixed on mine, still giving off, hot erotic signals as she got closer. Her breathing was getting deeper every second she got closer to me. She was now right up against me, rubbing the side of her face up and down against my cock, sniffing heavily at the scent of my precum through the trouser fabric. This was all too much for me. I was riddled with guilt.
“Nooo” I said sheepishly. “We can’t be doing this. It’s wrong!”
I tried my best to withstand Paula’s sexual advances but I was simply too weak. I let her carry on.
“Oooh, Johnny, the thought of your cock in my mouth is driving me wild. Let me suck your cock.”
Still hypnotised, and in a state of frozen shock by it all, I allowed for it to happen.
She slowly unzipped my fly and grabbed hold of my long, hardened cock and unleashed it from its cave.
Her mouth finally wrapped around my cock and slowly, as she moistened the shaft, gently chewed and sucked on it, gliding her mouth up and down….up and down….up and down.
It felt like I was in heaven and I didn’t want it to end.
“Oh Paula… Fuck! That feels so fucking good.”
Then suddenly it hit me. My eyes were wide open, I had realised what I was getting involved in. I had to stop. I had to put an end to this carry on. It wasn’t fair on my son. I couldn’t do it to him.
“PAULA! GET OFF! STOP IT…NOW!” I pushed her from me, stood up and dragged her towards the front door.