Father Problems - Incest/Taboo -
Mike watched his dad and girlfriend get close, too close.
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Another one I've wanted to write for ages. Thanks for the feedback on my other stories, it's very inspiring and reassuring.
Please let me know what you think of this one and if you want to see where it ends up. If you have any suggestions, let me know too. It's nice to see like-minded perverts out there too. :)
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"Hey, hey, it's OK. Calm down, baby. I'm sorry, she's being a real bitch." Mike said down the phone as his girlfriend sobs poured down the phone.
"Why is she like this? I can't live here any more, Mike, I just can't." Eloise cried, she was fed up. Their relationship had always been tenuous, Eloise's dad had felt when she was only very young, leaving her and her mum to fend for themselves their whole lives. They often argued and it often spiralled out of control, but this time felt different, more extreme.
"I know, baby. I get it...I can ask my dad if you can come and stay here? You can't stay there with her." Mike replied, he wasn't sure if it was a great idea. He loved his girlfriend but enjoyed this personal space, yet he knew she needed this.
Sniffling, she responded "Mike, that would be great. Please tell him I'd be so grateful." They continued chatting before Mike decided he needed to go ask his dad's permission. With a deep breath, he headed downstairs to try and convince him.
John and Mike were completely different beasts. Mike was in great physical shape as he was often at the gym working out. He was handsome too, with well defined features and short brown hair. You could tell his dad, John, used to be physically fit too, but years of heavy drinking and poor eating had taken their toll. He was much taller than Mike, who hated that he was only 5'7". He was broad too, much of it fat sitting on top of pre-existing muscle mass, he just looked generally big, with his beer belly hanging a little. He was balding with a scraggly brown beard too. He wasn't the best looking guy but Mike noticed he'd never had bad look with the ladies, unfortunately. It was why his mother had left in the first place and why Mike had to listen to his dad fucking women on a fairly regular basis. He always punched way above his weight and Mike could never figure out why...
"Dad?" Mike said, walking into the kitchen where his dad was sat, eating a pizza and drinking a beer.
"What's up, kid?" He said, smiling. Judging by the several empty bottles, Mike had timed it well. He was always more open and friendly after a few.
Mike sat down and explained the fight Eloise had just had and the context around it, "So, I was wondering...could Eloise maybe come and live here for a bit? She's really struggling." Mike prepared himself to beg but to his surprise, the old man just nodded along.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds like she needs a helping hand. Be nice to have a woman around the place again too." He said, smiling once again. Mike's mum had left about 5 years ago when she caught John cheating with a girl half her age and judging by his Tinder hook ups, Mike guessed his dad had a thing for girls in their 20s, often younger than 25 year old Mike. Mike felt relieved, he thanked his dad profusely. John ruffled his hair playful, "Besides, it'll be nice to have some eye candy too." He said, laughing. Mike fixed him with a stare, not appreciating the comment at all. "I'm only messing, kid! You did do very well for yourself though." Mike had to concede on that, Eloise was an absolute bombshell.
He went and called her, explaining the good news and the next day she turned up with a few bags of her belongings. When Mike opened the door she flew at him, taking him in her arms. God, she looked good. Eloise was the kind of girl that was regularly told she could be a model. She was tall, thin, and elegant. Standing at 5'10", a significant amount taller than Mike and an embarrassing difference when she wore heels. Most of her height was contained in her long, beautiful legs. Her stomach was completely flat with a tight waist and wide hips. She was wearing a crop top that brilliantly displayed stomach and her two massive breasts, perky DDs. She planted a wet kiss on Mike's cheek with her plump and pouty lips, pushing her long blonde hair out of the way. She really was beautiful, 18 now for only a few months, she still had her teenage youthful glow. Seeing her got Mike immediately hard.
"Thank you thank you thank you, you're the best boyfriend ever." She said, hugging him tightly.
"I know." Mike said back cheekily, squeezing her large perky ass. She giggled, leaning down and kissing him again.
John walked into the hallway in just his loose dressing gown with a cup of coffee. "Morning, Eloise." He said, still hungover. She let go off Mike quickly and bounded over to John, large breasts bouncing as she moved. She launched into a big hug with the old man, who wrapped one arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. He felt her massive tits pushing into him as she squeezed and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek as well. Mike simmered with a little jealousy, not enjoying this display of affection.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay, Mr. Daniels. I really appreciate it." She said, looking up at him.
"Oh, it's no problem at all, sweetheart. I said to Mike that it'd actually be nice to have a woman around the house." He said, smiling down at her. She looked so small pressed up against him.
She released her hug and returned to her luggage. "I think so too, this place could use a woman's touch." She said giggling. Mike watched his dad's eyes follow her the whole way back, blatantly staring at her ass, widening especially when she bent over in her tight shorts. He moved himself to block his view and assisted in picking up the rest of her stuff.
"Let's get you unpacked." Mike said and the two ascended the stairs ladened with bags. The moment Mike's bedroom door closed, Eloise dropped everything and pounced on Mike. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began making out with him up against the door. He was surprised but not at all resistant, quickly getting his own hands on her body.
"God, I'm so horny." She whispered in his ear, nibbling his lobe. Mike squeezed her ass and tits, he was immediately in agreeance.
"Me too, you look so fucking hot." He grabbed her top and pulled it over her head, revealing her bra which Mike wasted no time removing. Her massive DDs sprung forth and he moaned, they were too perfect. Perky and hanging there with no assistance, topped with two hard pink nipples that he couldn't help but suck on. She giggled and moaned in response, guiding him over to the bed. She pushed him onto the bed and stood in front of him, wiggling her shorts down those long, toned legs and stood before him completely nude. Mike couldn't believe his luck, she really was a goddess. She had the most gorgeous and hairless innie pussy, soft with plump lips without any blemishes. She walked towards him slowly and sunk down to her knees in front of him.
"I'm going to show you how grateful I am, baby." She said, undoing his belt and pulling down his trousers and boxers. His extremely hard cock popped up, three inches long. She took it in one hand and began stroking it, making eye contact with him. "I love your cock so much." Eloise had always been exceptional at handjobs and blowjobs and Mike had never managed to last particularly long with her skills.
After only a few minutes, he felt himself getting dangerously close to cum and after a few more seconds he spluttered out "Uhhh, I'm cumming." Eloise swallowed him whole, a fairly easy task, and let him pumped his small load down her throat, that she gladly swallowed. When the bliss wore down, Mike looked at her, "Haha, sorry...I didn't want it to end that quickly again." He was feeling a bit ashamed. She put her shorts and top back on before sitting down next to him and hugging him.
"Hey, it's OK. I know you won't be able to go again yet..." She said kindly, with one hand playing with his small and limp dick. Mike could only ever cum once before going soft and it took him a fair amount of time before he could get stiff again. "But later, I want you to fuck me, stud." She nuzzled up against him and the two hugged on the bed and chatted.
John called them down for dinner much later. The meal was pleasant and mostly wholesome, but Mike couldn't help notice his dad was permanently looking at Eloise's chest. She hadn't put her bra back on and the crop top she was wearing wasn't exactly hiding the exact shape of her full breasts and the outline of her round nipples. He was already a little drunk but after another beer he was openly complimenting her appearance and borderline flirting with her. Mike hated this, but hated Eloise's willingness to go along with it even more. She sat there giggling and playing with her hair, being appreciative of his comments and nearly ignoring Mike.
After dinner, the two of them headed upstairs. "I'm sorry about him." Mike said, frustrated.
"What do you mean?" Eloise replied, genuinely oblivious.
"He was being a real creep, making all those comments about you."
"Oh, he was just being nice, Mike. He wants me to feel comfortable, I think it's very sweet."
Mike scoffed. "He kept staring at your tits, that isn't sweet."
Eloise blushed and grinned, looking at Mike. She slipped her top off and walked towards the bed. "Can you blame him? I'd be jealous of what my son has too..." She climbed on the bed and pulled her shorts down, on all fours. Her perfect pink innie pussy was on display, already visibly wet. Mike was instantly hard, she never failed to wow him. He stripped and mounted the bed behind her. It took him a bit of fumbling to actually get inside her. He was inexperienced and his small dick made the act awkward, but eventually he pushed three inches inside her and pumped away at an awkward rhythm.
Eloise made some small pleasured noises and Mike was groaning the whole time. She felt and looked incredible. Around the two minute mark, he felt himself tensing and getting ready to cum. "I'm ready." He moaned.
"Don't cum in me, baby." Eloise said as he pulled out. He was never allowed to cum inside her, she wasn't on the pill. She grabbed some tissue and finished pulling him off for a few seconds as he came into the tissue, looking fully satisfied. He collapsed on the bed next to her.
"That was amazing." He said, fully believing it.
"Yeah, it was great, baby." She said, cuddling him. She was sad that sex with Mike was so disappointing. Everything else about the relationship was great but he just couldn't last.
"Did you cum too? I think I heard you, it was hot." Mike said, nuzzling her neck.
"Oh yeah, definitely, so hot." She lied through a smile, kissing him on the cheek before they settled down for bed for the evening.
Life continued similarly for the first several days. Eloise and John were getting along famously but after Mike's warning, she was more aware of his overt gaze, not that she felt she could or tried to do anything about it. She continued to wear her tight and skimpy clothing around the house, despite Mike's protests. The regular sex the two had was a regular disappointment for Eloise, who often waited until Mike was asleep to fantasise and masturbate. She was otherwise happy, Mike was sweet and kind and so thoughtful, and the home environment here was so much better than with her mum.
One night, while the two of them were cuddled up on the sofa, John came downstairs looking all cleaned up. Both of them remarked, they were used to seeing him in his dressing gown, but now he'd actually put some effort in. Mike knew what this was about, but Eloise didn't. She raised her eyebrows, "Wow, you scrub up alright, John. Very handsome."
John chuckled and smiled back at her. "Good, because my date is almost as attractive as you." He replied with a wink. Mike rolled his eyes, especially hard when Eloise giggled.
"Ooh, best of luck! I hope it goes well, Johnny." She said, beaming back at him.
"Thanks, El. Look after Mike while I'm gone, he needs watering and feeding, maybe letting out for a wee." More genuine laughter from Eloise and Mike gave him a sarcastic "ha-ha" and a little grin before his father left.
The two had a nice relaxed evening together. They cuddled up and watched a film, got some takeout. Eloise was feeling more horny than usual for some reason and found it easy to convince Mike to fuck her on the sofa. To his credit, he lasted six minutes this time, far longer than usual, but the unfulfilling encounter still left her sexual frustrated and with a lot of horny energy. She eagerly looked forward to later when she could touch herself alone.
At around 11pm, the front door opened to the sound of whispers and giggling as John stumbled into the hallway. Eloise and Mike watched quietly as John struggled to wrestle his shoes off. Their amusement faded quickly when they saw the girl he was with. She could not have been much older than the fresh 18 year old Eloise. She was very hot, in a skintight short dress with her full breasts nearly threatening to fall out. They couldn't believe it.
John spotted them and made a startled noise before laughing. "Ah shit, didn't expect you two to still be awake, haha. This is my date, Carmen." He said, slurring slightly. He slipped an arm around her waist with a hand clearly resting on her ass. She looked awkward, clearly a bit inebriated too, and waved. "Anyway, there's uh, something I need to show her in my bedroom...my stamp collection. So we're gonna go look at that all night." John could barely contain his laughter and the two quickly absconded upstairs to his bedroom.
Eloise and Mike looked at each other in shock, before Eloise spoke: "I know her, Mike. I went to school with her."
"Was she like a few years ahead of you?"
She shook her head. "She was in my school year...her birthday was a month before mine. She's like 18 by two months..." Eloise was stunned. The age difference was more than double. Something about that itched inside her.
"Jesus, what is he doing?" Mike said, shaking his head and feeling a little disgusted in his father. What he was doing was entirely legal but it just felt all wrong.
Realising the time, they both went upstairs and climbed in bed, ready to sleep. Initially, at least, the only sound they heard was muffled laughter. It didn't take long to turn to telltale sounds of a bed hitting the fall rhythmically. Mike groaned.
"Here we go." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"They'll be going for hours, they always do. Everytime he brings back some wannabe porn star who's just so fucking loud. I'm used to it by now." He said. Eloise wondered exactly what he meant, but it didn't take long for her to find out.
The creaking of the bed increased and slowly, so did Carmen. She started moaning quietly at first, muffled by the wall and likely something else. But after a few more minutes the noises were unmistakably audible. Another ten minutes and she'd lost all control of volume, her moans easily decipherable despite the separation of the wall. Eloise lay there listening, surprised.
"She really does think she's a porn star." She said to Mike, who she quickly realised was already fast asleep. The noises did anything but quieten. Carmen was clearly having a great time. Eloise felt flush and aroused, she blamed the earlier encounter for this rather than the sounds of pleasure coming from the other room. She reached into her panties to feel herself and she was soaking wet, the most wet she'd been in a long time.
She slowly started to touch herself intimately, trying to focus on anything but the noise, but it was unavoidable. Words were becoming distinct through the wall.
"Oh my...g...so big...so big." She couldn't deny it was incredibly hot to hear. "Harder, please." Eloise continued to touch herself, grinding on her hand. She thought about how good it would be fucked in a way that made her moan like that.
"D-daddy, daddy, I'm cumming again." She heard, vividly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, something about that word, "daddy", forced her to clamp her hand over her mouth to obscure her own moans now in case she woke up Mike. She kept hearing Carmen call out that word. Eloise imagined calling Mike that word and it just didn't fit, she began to fantasise about a man she could call daddy.
"Such a good girl." She heard John's deep voice through the wall, "You like daddy's big cock?" He continued. Eloise's heart was pounding in her chest. She had no idea there was this side to John and she was concerningly turned on by it.
She quickly realised the man she was imagining was John by proxy, nearly identical. While this made her feel guilt as she lay next to her boyfriend masturbating and fantasising about being fucked by his own father, she couldn't deny how good it made her feel.
She lost herself in her private fantasy for another thirty or so minutes as the two continued their passionate fuck, constantly pushing Eloise to the edge, one step at a time. By the time her tight little body was flooded with orgasmic bliss, she was coated in a layer of sweat and a small pool of her cum was soaking into the bedsheets. She had to smother her face with a pillow to contain her loud moans.
She lay there, panting, listening to John and Carmen fuck hard. She wanted to desoerately stay awake to hear John cum but she was exhausted and felt herself pass out with the idea of him cumming deep inside her fertile pussy at the forefront of her mind.
The next day was awkward. Mike woke up horny but Eloise didn't want anything to do with it, to his disappointed acceptance. Her mind was preoccupied with last night and how that had made her feel. She needed a shower.
The two could hear John snoring through the wall, loudly, so she rushed through the hallway and into the bathroom without bothering to put any clothes on. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water grace her beautiful body, soaping herself up and removing the sweat from last night's session.
She felt so conflicted about it all. It had almost felt like cheating to her but at the same time it had felt so good. Even thinking about it how had gotten her hot and bothered again but she restrained herself from pressing the shower head against her pussy.
Stepping out of the shower, she cursed not checking to see if there were any towels before she got in the shower. She brushed her teeth and decided she needed to stop thinking about John that way. It wasn't right, it was shameful and immoral.
She opened the bathroom door and swiftly hurried back towards Mike's room. About halfway there, John's door opened and he stepped out. He turned to see Eloise's fully nude and exquisite body, her giant tits bouncing as she moved with some pace. His jaw dropped looking at her perfection, "Holy shit, wow, I mean uh, I'm sorry, El!" He blurted, frozen and unable to look away.
Eloise squeaked in shock, covering herself and freezing. She looked at John and gasped out when she saw what Carmen had been enjoying all night long. John was also exposed and between his legs was the biggest cock Eloise had ever seen. It must have been about a foot long and it was incredibly girthy, with a pair of a massive balls hanging beneath it. "Oh my God, John!" She exclaimed as her eyes locked onto him. She was certain she saw it engorging slowly too.
John finally moved, retreating back into his room. "Sorry! Sorry!" He said through the door as Eloise hustled back into Mike's room and slammed the door, face flushed red.
"What the fuck just happened?" Mike said in a deep state of confusion.
Eloise covered her face. "Your dad just saw me naked. There weren't any towels in the bathroom. God I'm so embarrassed." She said, but in reality it had been such a rush. Her nipples were rock solid.
Mike threw a towel over at her. "Oh that's so fucked. That's the most awkward thing ever." He said, groaning.
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"Well, it was worse. He was naked too." She said, groaning as well. She couldn't get the image of it out of her head. So long, hanging there between his legs, no wonder Carmen had been so loud. John truly was hung.
"Jesus that is so much worse."
"Yeah, I saw everything." She said, drying herself off with the towel. "It was absolutely huge, it didn't look real." She blurted out.
Mike scowled at her, "Don't talk about my dad's dick, I do not want to hear about that."
"S-sorry." She responded meekly, feeling stupid for mentioning it. But she couldn't shake it. It was all that was in her mind for now.
The two got dressed and headed downstairs for an awkward breakfast with John, who was hungover as hell and cooking. When they entered the kitchen John turned and wished them a sheepish good morning and he got one back in return from each. He made apologetic eye contact with Eloise. "Hey, sorry about the 'incident' this morning." Even in his apology she could see his eyes drifting down to her cleavage.
"It's just as much my fault, I should've checked for towels first, I'm sorry too." She looked down at her feet, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"No more sneaking around naked for us I think." He said, trying to laugh it off. Mike scoffed and shook his head while reading a newspaper.
They ate breakfast mostly in silence, no one even dared to mention Carmen. Eloise couldn't ignore the tension between her and John. They kept glancing at each other, she was now hyperaware of just how much John was checking her out, it's like he wasn't even trying to be subtle. Her large nipples poked through the thin material of her top prominently for him to see.
The next few days passed fairly uneventfully. The tension between Eloise and John relaxed a little but it was clear something was hanging between them after that night and morning. Things between her and Mike were weird. She'd lost nearly all interest sexually in him, pretending she was too tired or headachy for sex. The truth of it was seeing his tiny dick just put her off now. She felt awful about it and struggled with a great deal of internal conflict, but she couldn't bring herself to let Mike "fuck" her again, if she could even call it that.
John and Eloise continued to bond, however. It hadn't evaded Mike's attention much to his chagrin. His dad and his girlfriend were laughing at each other's jokes, touching each other on the arm or shoulder, and John continued to oogle Eloise with a renewed blatancy. Mike was almost certain she was wearing less and less around the house now for that explicit reason.
Alone in the shower, he shook his head. He was becoming way too paranoid and he wasn't enjoying how bitter it was making him. He was glad he and Eloise had a party to attend tonight, maybe getting out of the house would help the two of them find their rhythm again.
Eloise was excited too, getting ready in the bedroom. She loved any excuse to get dressed up. She checked herself out in the mirror and she gave a firm nod of approval. She was wearing a tight royal blue bodycon dress that clung to all her assets impeccably. The full extent of her large plunging cleavage was on display, it was a dress that left little room for imagination. It was short too, short and very well fitted around her large ass. Her long, gorgeous legs were accentuated by her heels. Eloise rarely wore makeup, she was a natural beauty and she knew it, but it was fun to go all in sometimes. Her face was painted expertly, with sharp highlights. Her big sensuous lips were coated in a deep red and she had dark sultry eye makeup too. Finally, her long blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail that made her look very cute and young.
Still waiting for Mike, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. John was sat at the table and had already made a good start on drinking for the evening. He looked up and immediately blurted out, "Fucking hell, sweetheart. You look incredible." She giggled and beamed back at him, drinking in the attention. His eyes wouldn't rest, moving from one visual delight to the next.
"Thank you, Johnny." She said, giving him a brief spin.
"You can dress like that more often." He said, finishing his whiskey and shaking his head.
"Why? Am I not pretty enough normally?" She said, pulling a playful pout.
"Don't be silly, you know that's not even close to the truth. But you really are stunning tonight." He said, with an intensity that made Eloise's knees feel weak. She smiled back at him, feeling like a little girl.
"Need a refill?" She gestured at his now empty glass.
"If you're offering." He grinned.
She walked over to the drinks cupboard to find his favourite whiskey. She was certain John had started putting it on the bottom shelf so he could watch her bend over to get it, not that she minded. She leant into it, slowly bending over to reach down for the bottle, knowing he'd be getting an eyeful of her long legs and that the dress would be struggling to contain her ample ass. She returned to the table and bent over way more than necessary to fill his glass, with the obvious intent of giving the best possible view of her massive cleavage.
"Perfect." He said, she wasn't sure if he was talking about the drink or her, perhaps both. He leaned forward suddenly, smelling strongly of whiskey and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Her near immediate reaction was to say "Thank you, daddy" but she caught herself before those words could escape, instead just laughing nervously and putting the bottle away in a hurry. John went to say something conciliatory, to amend the awkward drunken interaction but Mike entered the room and he lost the opportunity.
"Don't get too drunk by yourself, old man." Mike said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Eloise quickly trotted over to him in her tall heels, ready to go. Mike slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips. "You look incredible." He said.
"So do you." She smiled back. She realised how much more of an effect John's praise and compliments had on her, that she desired them more from him than her own boyfriend. She felt very little when Mike said anything to her, but felt so much when John commented. She quietly confessed to herself she'd probably prefer to stay here and keep John company...but the taxi was outside and the two departed, leaving him alone in the house.
The house party was loud and rammed full of people, a real assault on the senses for Mike and Eloise when they entered. Both quickly got drinks, the best way to develop a tolerance for this kind of atmosphere and found themselves actually beginning to enjoy it once the alcohol kicked in properly.
The two enjoyed themselves and Eloise found the distance between her and Mike to shrink throughout the night. They laughed and danced together, talked with old friends and actually felt like a real couple. When Mike's hand wandered onto her ass, she actually felt turned on rather than disinterested. Up to that point, it'd been an uneventful evening.
But Eloise spotted someone across the room while Mike was talking to some guy he hadn't seen in years. It was Carmen. Eloise instantly felt a magnetic pull towards her, like she needed to interact. Why this was, she could not or maybe didn't want to answer. She kissed Mike on the cheek softly and told him she'd be back soon and headed off to Carmen, who was with a group of friends and visibly quite drunk. As Eloise moved through the people, she could hear Carmen loudly chatting.
"Yeah yeah, Mike's dad, seriously." There was a round of laughter and disbelief. It was noisy and Eloise couldn't make it all out, but there were a flurry of question. "Best fuck of my life haha! He was huuuge. Let me show you what he sent me." Carmen said, looking at her phone.
Eloise's heart was in her throat. She needed to see whatever this was. She needed to. She moved around, trying to stay inconspicuous whilst hoping for a good view. And when Carmen turned her phone around, she wasn't disappointed. The video was taken from below, looking up at John's giant, hard cock and large testicles as he stroked his dick slowly. There were sounds of shock and surprise from the circle and Eloise felt faint. It had looked huge that night, even when soft, but now it was something else.
"I've never felt anything like that before." Carmen said, snatching her phone back and leaving Eloise desperate for more. She was drunk and horny. She retreated from the circle before Carmen could identify she'd been watching the video of her boyfriend's own father jerking off. She needed to be fucked. Almost violently, she grabbed Mike's arm and dragged him upstairs, practically throwing him into the bathroom.
"Woah, what's wrong--" Mike started.
"Shut up and fuck me." She interrupted, pulling down her panties and bending over. Mike didn't need another sign, undoing his belt and positioning behind her. He rubbed his small cock up and down her slit to find her soaking wet.
"Fuck me." She moaned. She felt him slid in and for a moment she was satisfied, until she realised that was it. That was as much as he was going to ever fill her, just a few thin inches. Mike immediately began ramming for all he was worth, which to her, was very little. He was barely noticeable. This wasn't being fucked, she knew it. And after thirty seconds of straight disappointment he pulled out and finished in his hand.
"God that was hot." Mike said, looking victorious and cheerful. Eloise turned around to look at him, pulling up her underwear, his small now completely flaccid cock sitting limply.
"Was that it?" She said, out of a mounting frustration.
"What do you mean?" He replied, looking confused and hurt.
"Thirty seconds and you're done, I barely got to feel anything!" She said, looking annoyed.
"Well, it was good for me." He said, washing his hands and looking equally annoyed.
"Fuck you, Mike. You're so seflish. I'm going home." Eloise said, storming out. Mike didn't even bother calling after her, he was going to stay and enjoy this party. "Fuck her." He thought to himself.
It was a long walk back for Eloise. If she had her head screwed on properly, she'd have gotten a taxi, but her actions weren't being fuelled by logic, she was instead burning with anger, frustration, and conflict. She practically marched the whole way back.
By the time she was home, her feet were throbbing. The heels were gorgeous but the least practical footwear known to mankind. Closing the door behind her, she was surprised to see John still up, sat on the sofa. It was way past twelve and she'd expected him to be in bed. The table in front of him was littered with beer bottles and the whiskey bottle she'd served him early looked diminished significantly.
John looked away from the TV and beamed, visibly the picture of intoxication. "Hey, you two...? Oh, just you El?" He was slurring and confused.
She walked into the living room, filled with nervous anticipation for an unknown event. The heels made all her movements more sensual, and perhaps her deep frustration made her swing those hips just a little more. John hadn't forgotten how good she looked tonight, but his memory couldn't hold a candle to the girl walking towards him now.
"Just me...Mike and I had a fight." She said on the verge of tears, sitting on the sofa.
"Oh, baby girl. I'm sorry." John wrapped a large arm around her, pulling her into a paternal hug. He stunk of booze, strongly, but that just turned her on for some reason.
"I need a drink." She said. He didn't hestitate to pass her the whiskey, which she didn't hestitate to unscrew and down a good percentage of. Eloise was a lightweight, mostly due to her size, and she could tell the mental lubricant was going to hit her hard and fast.
"Tell John what's wrong, I'm a good listener you know, despite what the ex-wife would say haha!" He was slaughtered, looking unbalanced even while sat down.
"Well first, my feet are fucking throbbing, I walked all the way back." She complained to him. Without warning, he grabbed her legs and swung them up onto the sofa, eliciting a giggle from her. He struggled with the complicated straps of her heels and slipped them off, revealing her dainty feet and beautifully painted nails. With her feet in his lap, he began to deftly massage her sore muscles. She moaned in surprised. "Oh, wow. That feels so good, John."
"I'm a man of many skills. What can I say?" He slurred, rubbing intently. She was sitting with her long, elegant legs stretching out before her. She had to keep her knees together otherwise John would get a perfect look down her short skirt. And the idea that he would definitely take that opportunity if provided made Eloise flustered and a little tempted.
"Mike was being such a selfish asshole. I'm so pissed off and frustrated." She continued, her anger still bristling. John rubbed up her tender and toned calves, feeling her soft skin gleefully.
It was around this time Mike was getting back. The rest of the party had been a shit show. He was humiliated. Carmen had gladfully informed him about the details of getting drilled by his dad and slipped in the fact that earlier, Eloise, who was nowhere near as clandestine as she'd hoped, was watching the video of his dad masturbating with a look of enthrallment. Mike called bullshit but more than a few of the girls corroborated and added she seemed to be the one enjoying it the most.
He left, similarly to Eloise, in a flurry of anger. He did opt for the taxi back though. The journey was sour, but there was something deep, deep down in his subconscious itching away. The same itch that called to be scratched the one time he accidentally stumbled onto a cuckold video, the same itch that urged him everytime he saw John openly flirting or eye-fucking his young girlfriend.
Walking up the path though, he was just filled with what he felt was righteous anger at her actions and how they'd made him feel so small, in many ways. But approaching the door, he noticed the living room light on and soft conversation floating out from the window. Stowing his rage, he crept closer to hear and see. Fortunately, it was pitch black outside, so there'd be no chance of the two of them inside to see out to him.
Mike peered in through the window, not sure what to expect. What he saw was not within the realms of possibilities though. There was his dad, hands all over Eloise's feet and carves, his massaging motions looking a lot like justified groping. And she was leaning back, clearly loving it. He was furious, this had gone way too far. He was about to turn and kick his own door down, but the conversation continued and rooted him to his spying spot.
"I dunno, John. I'm not sure if I should talk to you about this...I'm not sure if it's appropriate." Eloise said, blushing.
"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." John urged her to spill it all.
"OK...well," she took another swig from the bottle, already feeling the powerful liquid loosening her tongue. "It's about sex. I'm just going to say it. Sex with Mike is terrible." She covered her face with her hands. Outside, Mike felt like he'd been punched in the stomach, hard. This night was a resounding failure so far and he felt it could only get worse.
"Woah, OK." John blinked a few times in surprise. "That sounds frustrating. Like how awful?" He asked. Mike couldn't believe he was about to stand and listen to his girlfriend critique their sex life to his own father. Nor could he believe his semi-hard on, so he ignored it.
"It's not fulfilling at all. I think I've only had one orgasm with him...he's very, uh. He's very small. And he doesn't last more than a few minutes at most, today it was about thirty seconds. I can barely feel him." She swigged again. "He's awful with his fingers and he refuses to go down on me because he thinks it's disgusting." She was on the verge of frustrated tears explaining it. "I just don't know what to do."
John was a bit stunned but he rolled with the punches. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry to hear that...shit, that does sound terrible. He takes more after his mother than me then haha!" John explained to Eloise that his previous marriage had a lot of similarities. "My sex drive was just way higher, still is, and she never wanted it. Tried to talk about it, she was just a bitch though." They both laughed.
"My back hurts too, can you try your magic hands on that too?" She asked innocently, enjoying the physical attention from the older man. He nodded and spread his legs, nearly exposing himself as the dressing gown moved with him. Eloise stood up, unsteady as the drink took control, and placed her tiny frame between his two big thighs. She shuffled back into him.
She could feel it. It was hard and huge, pressed up against her back and his stomach, extending upwards, separate only by his dressing gown and her dress. She could feel the two large lumps of his balls against her ass too. He quickly placed his hands on her shoulder and began to work her muscles with honed skill and she melted into him.
Mike watched in disbelief. His anger had dissipated now, the berating of his sexual prowess had really taken the fangs from him. He was left instead with a deep sense of humiliation and this burgeoning arousal. Watching his tiny girlfriend being surrounded by his huge, masculine dad, had an effect. He was rock hard. And now he couldn't ignore it as his small but solid penis stretched against his underwear. What was wrong with him? He needed to go in now and stop this before it escalated any further...but all he could do was watch.
"What do I do, John? I do love him but...I need so much more sexually." She said, aroused, feeling the mass of him up against her.
"Yeah, you do..." John was getting into the massage, really rubbing her deep and basking in her soft moans. She was so delicate and small, apart from in her chest and as he loomed above her he had the perfect view of her cleavage. "It's a tricky one."
"What did you do?" She asked, placing a hand on his thigh.
"I cheated. A lot." John was massaging her neck and collar now, his heart racing.
"Oh. Did that work?" She squeezed his thigh.
"Yeah. It really did."
She was breathing so heavily now, her massive tits rising and falling. John was so drunk and all over her, desperate to slide his hands down and grope her chest. She had no idea that just outside the window her boyfriend was watching, hand down his trousers, gripped around his cock, stroking.
"Maybe you need a real man." He whispered softly, his lips practically grazing her ear. Her mind was swimming. They were both drunk, John considerably more. She was carrying hours and hours of sexual frustration and lust. She could feel his hard, huge manhood up against her ass and back. His hands were rubbing her collarbones now, moving down her and inching ever closer to her breasts.
"I do, daddy." She said breathlessly. Outside, Mike had to cover his mouth. The words were too much and he blew his load in his underwear, watching as his father's big, strong hands descended upon his young girlfriend's beautiful breasts. He'd nearly moaned out in pleasure. John groped and kneaded her tits, letting out a shuddering groan as he finally got what he wanted. She was truly intoxicating.
"God I've wanted to do this for so long." He said, licking her ear. Mike was still furiously pounding his tiny dick whilst watching. He'd never been able to stay hard after cumming but this time he was still like steel. This was so sick and wrong but the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
"I've wanted this too, I love the way you stare at me." She admitted. He roughly pulled the front of her dress down, freeing her perky DDs and giving him proper access. She moaned as the rough skin of his hands met her flesh, fingers circling and squeezing her swollen pink nipples expertly.
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"You're always wearing so little, I can't help myself. I bet you do it on purpose don't you, slut?" He teased.
"Mhm." She nodded, panting. "Just for you, daddy." And she wasn't lying. She realised it had been a subconscious decision this whole time. She wanted him to see her.
"Good girl." He slurred, removing one hand from her breasts. He snaked it around her front, resting a hand on her soft thigh and squeezing it before sliding up her leg, creeping towards her pussy.
Mike watched intently, silently urging his dad on. "Please do it, go on, touch her." He thought. Eloise was in concordance, spreading her legs for her daddy's ease of access. John finally felt her and she was soaked. A small pool of her cum was settling on the sofa, she was thoroughly wet. She lost volume control when his fingers pressed against her warm, wet slit, moaning so louldly.
"You're so wet for me, baby girl." He said softly, kissing and biting her neck. Two fingers slid up and down her panties, rubbing along her desperately deprived cunt, infrequently sliding up to very lightly play with her clit. Eloise was uninhibited, groaning and grinding. Mike had never seen her like this, not even remotely close to this level of arousal. He had his trousers around his ankles now, going for it hard. This second time he managed to hold on for much longer, toes curling whilst he watched this lewd act.
"D-D...Daddy." She whimpered helplessly. John's hand moved up and under her sodden panties and she finally got to tell John's hand against her unprotected, hairless pussy. John pushed a finger against her tight little hole and felt her delicious innie pussy suck him up and cling hard to him. His one finger gave her more pleasure than Mike's cock ever had. His thumb was circling her swollen clit. She was somewhere else entirely, on a different plain of existence.
Mike watched as his father played with her and listened to her primal moans. He could hear the loud squelching noise as he entered her with a second finger and started pumping in and out of her. He let go off her massive breast and hooked an arm under her knees, holding her legs up while his other hand continued to fuck her pussy. Mike's view was sublime as John rammed his tiny girlfriend right in front of him.
"Oh daddy, oh daddy, ughhh, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck." She chanted deliriously, mind broken by pleasure. John picked up the pace, driving her past the point of no return. They both turned their heads and engaged in a kiss so passionate it made Mike cum agonisingly hard, his small load spurting against the wall below the window. Their tongues and lips rubbed together, moaning into each other's mouths as they made love. This angelic young beauty pressed up against this ugly, old man. It was too erotic.
And Eloise finished. An orgasm, more powerful than any before, exploded like lightning through her. It coursed through her nerve endings that lit up one by one. Every inch of her body felt the warm, pulsuating glow of her little death. She was bliss incarnate. Her pussy gushed forth as she squirted all over the sofa and John's hand. The noises she made weren't human. And finally her spasming and shaking stopped and she collapsed back to bask in her momentary completion.
It was only momentary, however. As the veil of physical sensation lifted, guilt and shame filtered back into view. What had she done? She sat in a puddle of cum, a cheater and a slut.
"We shouldn't have done that." She burst out crying, the magnitude of the sin now looming before her.
"El, wai--" John tried to console her but she was already up and running, heading for the stairs. He heard her hurried retreat and the slamming of the bedroom door. He put his head in his hands. He was too drunk to try and process this whole thing properly. Mike, still watching, expected his dad to cry and feel ashamed...but John simply leaned back, opened his robe, lubed his huge cock up with Eloise's juices, and stroked himself.
"Jesus fucking Christ he's huge." Mike wasn't even aware that he was still jerking at this point. But that huge cock, glistening with Eloise's cum, was too impressive to ignore. Fully engorged, it must have been 12" long and incredibly thick. It was perfect, everything Mike wanted and better in every single way. This had been an awakening.
Father and son stroked themselves. It didn't take either of them long. John could've lasted but after that interaction, he wanted release. He imagined the day when he'd finally get to cum all over Eloise's pretty face and that pushed him over. Mike watched his dad's monster cock spurted thick ropes of cum onto his chest and robe. Meanwhile, Mike finished. This time, it was merely a pitiful dribble of cum. His knees were weak and wobbling, his head pounding.
Inside, John took a final swig of whiskey and unceremoniously passed out on the sofa.
Upstairs, Eloise curled up in a ball and cried herself to sleep. Tonight had simultaneously been the best and worst night of her life. She felt so torn and conflicted. Finally, her deserved and necessary sexual satisfaction, but at what cost?
Outside, Mike sat down on the doorstep. He too was conflicted. He had just witnessed his greatest betrayal by the two people closest to him...and yet as Mike sat and thought, with his cock still rock solid, he couldn't deny the one resounding fact in his head: he wanted his dad to fuck his girlfriend.