Pining
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Pining For MamaChapter 7 free porn video
“Share and share alike” the old adage goes, so it was only fitting that after enjoying a peek at Dad’s homemade samples of erotic photography with Mom as his featured pinup back in the early days of their marriage, I should share my own recently homemade “skin flick” featuring my own lovely wife. At least that was the reasoning I used as I drove out to the farm a week after filming our little “home invader” escapade.
The previous week’s visit to Dad’s place had certainly been monumental in terms of us deepening our relationship on levels we had never fathomed before, and I thought I would expand on that level of trust by letting him be privy to the intimacies enjoyed by Elisa and me the morning that I left him at the farmhouse ... at least that was the plan.
I wanted the whole thing to be a surprise, so even though he and I had emailed back and forth during the course of the week, I never let on that my visit out to the farm would be anything more than a casual one. So when I rolled down his dusty driveway an hour before sunset, he was just sitting in his favorite rocker on the porch, as usual, waiting for my arrival.
“Hey, don’t you look nice and relaxed enjoying that afternoon sun!” I called out, exiting the Jetta. “Looks like you don’t have a care in the world!”
“Yep, it’s great porch-sitting weather!” he called back, not stirring an iota from his seat. “Care to join me?”
“Only if there’s a beer involved ... Or let me guess ... you’re plumb out,” I joked, making my way up the steps.
“Oh, you might find a few in the fridge ... probably not the brands your discerning palate is use to, of course. But since you’re up ... be a sport and get one for your old man, too.”
“Why do I make things harder on myself?” I laughed, shaking my head heading into the house to get us a couple of cold ones.
“So how’s the week been?” he inquired, yelling through the screen door. “From your email on Monday, it sounded like your little adventure with the Mrs. paid off real nice for you.”
My mind immediately raced back to my memorable morning session with Elisa in which we played out a VERY light version of a rape fantasy ... If you could even call it that ... More like a “stranger danger” fantasy.
“Yeah, it sure did!” I assured him, walking out and handing him an open beer while grabbing my own rocker next to his. “Left us both QUITE exhausted,” I divulged with a smile. “Stayed in bed basically the whole day after.”
“Must be nice...” he replied, his voice smirking as much as his face right before taking his first sip.
Knocking back my own first taste of his cheap domestic, I had to remind myself that he had been going without for three years after Mom’s passing, so even a joking boast like that might be taken the wrong way ... I had to be careful navigating this newfound openness in our relationship.
“Yeah, it wasn’t bad,” I replied toning down my initial response. “I’m sure all married couples play out that fantasy, huh?” Then I gave him an opening to share his own experience in that department, even if, unfortunately, it wasn’t a recent one. “I mean, from the risqué nature of that little photo collection I got a peek at last weekend, I bet you and Mom indulged on at least one occasion, right?”
The corner of Dad’s lips curled into a sly smile as he brought the beer to his mouth, instantly reminding me of the old animated Grinch getting a “wonderful awful idea”.
“Oh ... you’d be right about that...” he said dark and mischievously.
“Well don’t keep me hanging ... Spill the beans, old man!” I snapped jabbing his arm.
Clearing his throat while adjusting the source of growing discomfort in the front of his Levi’s, he began telling me about a particularly memorable session he and Mom had exploring an abduction fantasy of hers.
“Yeah, like I explained the last time you were out here, your Mother and I weren’t shrinking lilies when it came to sharing our fantasies with each other, my boy,” he said, taking a swig of beer.
“I think you mean ‘shrinking violets’,” I interrupted.
Giving me a dry look, he just continued. “Well, I already told you about our sexy little night club escapades and showed you where some of our best outdoor adventures took place. It was always simple between us ... I told her what turned me on ... like documenting our intimate moments on film ... and she always reciprocated by telling me what got her hot under the skirt. As simple and plain as could be without any hangups.”
“Man, you guys sure were more liberated than I ever gave you credit for! Here I thought you two were as pure as June and Ward sleeping in separate beds,” I chuckled, enjoying a sip.
Dad smiled at my underestimation. “Well, we kept it as discreet as possible from your prying eyes and ears.”
“Except for that night at the motel,” I reminded him, raising my beer in toast.
“Yeah, I guess except for that,” he acknowledged, laughing and clinking my bottle with his. “But one morning while you were at school ... must have been high school ... I decided to act on your Mom’s abduction fantasy.”
“Damn ... I knew I should have played hooky that day!” I smiled.
“Oh, you definitely would have gotten an eye-opening education had you been home THAT day, I can assure you!” he smirked knowingly, adjusting his crotch. “You see, while your Mom was busy dropping you off at school and running errands, I was preparing for the fantasy. Everything was ready for when she returned home and stepped through the door.”
My face flushed and my heart was already racing listening to his lead up. Taking another sip of beer to calm my excitement, I waited for him to resume.
“Hiding behind that front door,” he said, pointing behind me, “with a ski mask on, I wrapped her up tightly in my arms as soon as she walked into the house, and she automatically began screaming like crazy! As quick as I could, I brought my hand up to her mouth and whispered in her ear, ‘Stop screaming, you stupid bitch or you’ll end up in the river!’ Recognizing it was me, her fight or flight instincts settled down ... only slightly ... when she realized what was going on.”
“Man, you must have scared the beJESUS out of her!” I chimed in, putting myself in her shoes.
“Weelll ... we HAD been talking about it like the whole week before, so I thought she’d be prepared for it ... Guess I had miscalculated a WEE bit,” he explained bashfully. “Anyway, she stopped screaming, but she was still breathing hard and shaking and couldn’t talk because I had my hand over her mouth. I whispered in her ear that I had been watching her all week and that she’d gotten me too hot to control myself. So while her husband was at work and her kid was at school, I was gonna have her ALL for myself.” Dad’s set up was brilliant, and I was riveted! I adjusted my own crotch and took another sip waiting to hear his next move.
“I took a black velvet hood from my back pocket and quickly put it over her head, making sure that the drawstring was pretty snug around her neck. With that on, I knew she couldn’t see a thing, and all of her other senses would be amplified.”
“Then one by one, I began unbuttoning her blouse while talking dirty ... hinting about what I was planning to do to her ... Assuring her they were things her husband had never dreamed of. Once her blouse was on the floor, I slipped that bra off and her sweet titties popped out and were hanging free there in the kitchen ... I made sure to give them some rough love taps, telling her how I wasn’t gonna be as gentle with them as her hubby.”
“I worked on the rest of her clothes until she was completely stripped, and I could feel the goosebumps across every inch of her. I let my hand roam across her skin, reading it like Braille ... Even though her mind knew it was me, her body was reacting as if I was a stranger ... Man, talk about sexy as HELL!”
My heart thumped in my throat imagining the scene, and the bulge in my pants was straining against my jeans. “Whew! That’s definitely another level than what Elisa and I did last week,” I assured him and waited for more.
He took a sip of his beer and shifted his hardening shaft to the side, slowly rocking back and forth as the light began to fade. “Well, we didn’t do things half-ass back then,” he chuckled. “So there’s your mother standing in the kitchen naked with a hood on her head, and then I take out a pair of handcuffs and secure her arms behind her back so she was completely at my mercy.”
“So hot!” I whispered, hitting my beer.
“Damn straight!” Dad growled. “So I let my hands enjoy all of her sweet bits and quickly learned just how excited she was from the slickness between her legs ... And let me assure you, my boy, she was feeling it!”
“I think she thought I would just take her down the hall and have my way with her, but my plan was more devious than that,” Dad continued, “Instead, I turned her around, opened up the door, and marched her fine, naked ass out onto the porch in all her glory, getting her riled up with all kinds of dirty talk as I did. I made sure to walk her down the steps and out into the yard ... wanting her to feel the grass under her feet and the warm sun on her beautiful tits. I wanted the situation to be as sensual and unpredictable as possible.”
“Well, it sounds like it was mission accomplished,” I chimed in, enjoying another sip.
“Yeah, later, she told me how free she felt, being that I was forcing her to do it ... if that makes any sense.”
“Yeah, it does,” I nodded, “By you forcing her to do it, she didn’t have to feel guilty about it ... she was just doing what she was told, right?”
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