Dad’s Mistress

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So here is something completely fucked up. Not fucked up enough that I didn’t do it or enjoy, it but still fucked up. My dad has a mistress, it isn’t even a secret, it is something everyone in the family knows. It was even my mother’s idea. Mom is not 100% well. It’s nothing life threatening, they say she will probably live a normal life except for a few things. The most important of which is being unable to have sex. She can, but apparently it wouldn’t be the most wonderful thing for her, it would injure her somehow, taking many days to recover. So dad has a mistress, a friend of my mother in fact. She has a few of her own problems, but they make this sort of an ideal situation for her. Anita is divorced and has no interest in marriage again. She had cancer causing her to have the plumbing for getting pregnant removed. Those are probably the most important things. Though it is worth mentioning that Anita is in her mid thirties, some mix of korean, latin, and black which made her skin a very sexy cinnamon color. She was flat out gorgeous. She had a small athletic build, but still curvy in the right places, really not much bigger than I was at 15. Her hair was long, a little wavy, shiny and jet black.

All in all it works out for the three of them. Mom and Dad are as in love as ever which is quite a bit. Anita and Dad take care of each other’s carnal needs. They all claim it’s a big win, win.

So where do I come into this? Well, I lost my virginity with Anita. How did that happen?

I was at home in the afternoon during the summer, mom and dad on a day trip, and not expected home until late at night. The doorbell rang and I answered it, finding Anita at the door.
She said she knew mom and dad were out for the day, but she had left something behind and wanted to pick it up. I let her go find it and went back to my room where I had been hanging out. It was about 20 minutes later that Anita came by my room. Apparently what she needed to pick up was a dress, a tight form fitting light blue halter type spandex dress. It was so tight I could clearly see the lines of the string bikini panties she was wearing. I could also plainly see she had no bra on from the lack of lines, as well as her nipples poking through the fabric of the dress. She was also wearing light blue stockings, I knew they were stockings from the garter clips visible through the dress.

I asked Anita if she had found what she needed. It was sort of flippant as I could obviously see that she had likely accomplished her mission since she had changed. I was really just making conversation to try to keep her there in the door of my room an extra minute or two to drink in a view of her every sexy curve.

We talked for a few minutes. She was going to meet some friends at a club a little later. Didn’t want to go home first as it was a bit of a drive. Why was I home and not out with friends, or my girlfriend Annette. We had a rather loud and awful breakup a couple days ago when I found out she’d cheated on me losing her virginity with a guy she’d met at work. She swore it was a one time random thing, but I wasn’t having any of that. It was all sort of random and lite after that and went on for a while. I didn’t mind Anita was easy to talk to, and again I didn’t mind looking at her either.

During our conversation she came into my room. Anita sat on the edge of my bed as we talked. I was laying on the bed on my stomach reading originally. I didn’t really quite notice at first, but she had rested a hand on my back starting to stroke it. I didn’t even recall it until her touch changed to massaging my shoulders and neck. I overlooked any possible strangeness putting my head down relaxing into it as we talked. It also didn’t seem overly strange to me when she pulled my t-shirt up to my shoulders and started massaging my back. At some point she pulled the shirt up and over my head and neck. I left it that way sort of bunched up over the top of my head with my arms in front of me for a little bit.

The first sign, well really two at once, that this whole situation wasn’t completely innocent came when Anita leaned over my back starting to nuzzle the back of my neck. If that action wasn’t enough it could feel that it was not the fabric of her dress touching my back where she lay over me. As I felt the sensation of the pressure of her upper body on my back I could very well tell it was naked skin there touching my back. I could feel her small firm breasts and nipples in between my shoulder blades. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy this, I lay there and enjoyed it for several minutes. However I was eventually forced by the reaction of my lower parts to rollover as it was becoming an uncomfortable situation.

As I rolled over I threw my shirt to the side of the bed. I turned my eyes to Anita looking at her naked upper body for the first time. I enjoyed the sight of her small round, flatish breasts, with prominent dark brown nipples. The best analogy I can give is like a couple of english muffins were hung there on her chest. This only lasted a couple of seconds before she leaned back on me beginning to kiss me on the mouth softly. Her naked chest was now pressing against my own as we kissed. As the kissing progressed her hands began stroking my sides, occasionally one of them stroking down to my groin and squeezing me lightly there for a moment.

Anita pulled away from our kissing, giving my tongue a last tickle with hers. Anita stood up and reached for her dress bunched around her waist. I wanted it to come off entirely, but figured the thrill of the moment was probably over now and she would pull it back up. I was happily wrong. She took the bunched up fabric in her hands pushing it down past her hips until it fell down her legs to the floor. This left her in her red satin string bikini panties, and a black and silver garter belt clipped to the stockings. She turned slightly to bend down picking up the dress to toss it onto my desk chair. This allowed me to notice that the panties were in fact a g-string gathered and tied together in the back, giving me a very nice view of her smooth cinnamon color bottom.

I continued to enjoy the sight of Anita, taking things as they happened. I didn’t want to break the spell of the moment. I didn’t know where this would end, I didn’t want to cause it to end. Anita’s next action was to turn to me then hook her fingers in the waist of shorts pulling them down and finally off my legs. She commented that my mens satin bikini underwear was a bold and interesting choice that she found kinda sexy. I commented I wasn’t a tighty whitey fan and I had been playing basketball earlier so I needed a little more support than boxers.

Anita stoked and squeezed my package a bit through the satin briefs, It felt wonderful, and was making me quite hard quite rapidly. The view of her semi-naked body with the lingerie covered lower half was a great inspiration to my hard-on as well. She leaned in kissing me again as she stroked my covered package. I took a risk raising a hand to place it on her breast kneading it gently as we kissed. We continued like this until she eventually slipped her hand into my briefs, running her hand up and down my shaft a few times. She finally held onto my shaft and pulled it free of the briefs allowing it to stand up straight. She took a moment to pull the satin briefs off of me leaving me naked.

Anita next got on the end of the bed on her knees. She then lowered her head until her mouth was at the base of my cock. She proceeded to take each of my balls into her mouth for a quick suck and tug. Her next step was to slowly lick my shaft up one side, down the underside, and then up the remaining side. When Anita reached the top of my cock she opened her mouth and pulled me into her mouth slowly. Then came back up slowly letting my cock rest on her tongue as she did so. She repeated the up and down inside her mouth four more times, until as she came down on me my cock twitched and exploded into her mouth as she bottomed out. She slowly came back up again as I twitched, my cock pumped cum into her mouth and throat. I momentarily thought this was a mistake and tried to say I was sorry since I knew some girls didn’t like to eat cum. Anita made a throaty giggle as my cock released from her mouth, and said it was ok, I tasted good and she didn’t mind. She did quickly take a drink of water from the cup by my bed, then another sip that she swished around and spit back in the cup.

Anita then lay next to me on her side on the bed. We started kissing again while she played with my now soft cock. I explored her body with my hands running them along her back, her bottom, her legs, and playing with her breasts as we made out for the next several minutes. Slowly as we made out my cock started getting hard again.

When I was standing tall again Anita broke our kiss. She pushed up moving one knee to each side of me to straddle over me.

She then reached behind her back pulling the tie that held the 3 strings together letting the g-string fall away onto the bed between my legs. She left the garter belt and stockings on as she straddled over me on the bed. She repositioned herself a bit as she took my cock in her hand. Slowly she lowered until my head was just touching her spread open lips. She rubbed my head in the warm slick wetness there. I felt the head of my cock settle the smallest bit into the waiting opening behind those lips. I twitched and ached with the promise.

After the slightest pause Anita pushed forward and down on to me. My clock slid into the soft hot wetness of her until our bodies pressed together. She paused again for a moment before pulling back up. I reached up with a hand placing it on her left breast. She slid slowly down on to me again arching her back, throwing her head back and sighing loudly as she came down on me. She continued doing this slowly, up and down in and out for several minutes. The sighs each time she came down turned “oh” and “ah” getting louder as well as time went by. Because I had so recently cum I was not feeling any need to release as this was happening. I was free to enjoy the feeling of fucking for the first time.

After what seemed like a long time Anita made a particularly loud deep throaty groan panting hard as bottomed out on me. She pulled back up quickly then thrust down quickly panting and issuing little “ah, ah,ah” sounds as she did. I could feel her pulsing and contracting, squeezing my cock inside her. After a couple more quick strokes, she rested on the bottom panting hard and fast for a couple moments.

When her breathing slowed, she pulled back up and then started thrusting down on me again. This time quickly after perhaps only another minute she issued another deep throaty groan this time as an oh “fuck yes”. She didn’t stop afterward this time and kept pushing and pulling on top of me, there were three more of these load yells. Then Anita went for a several minutes straight going quickly on top of me. I was starting to make my own pants and groans. Her own groans were getting louder and more intense, shifting to high sharp “ahs” with each thrust. She yelled “uh yeah, uh fuck me” then my cock exploded inside her. She arched her back screaming a long high “ahhhh”.

Anita fell to the bed panting beside me. She threw an arm over me as we panted side by side like we had just sprinted a mile together. We eventually snoozed and cuddled together. Eventually we woke up and repeated the deed four more times.

I thought there might be a fifth when we went into the shower together. I was really turned on by the sight of my cum dripping out of her as we showered. It didn’t happen, my cock was spent and wouldn’t come to attention as we touched and kissed in the shower.

After the shower Anita collected her things saying she had to go. She bundled up the dress, and instead put back on the more plain clothes, panties and bra she had been wearing when she showed up. I grabbed the g-string from the bed holding up to her. She told me to keep those as a souvenir. I asked her about the club she was supposed to go to, she said there was no point now. She had been going to hook up and get laid. I had more than taken care of that, and that the next time I was alone we should hook up again.

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