After Midnight Surprise Pt. 01

After Midnight Surprise - Part 1

My son, Aaron, is 20 years old and attends the local college studying to be an electrical engineer. In his junior year of high school he started dating one of the cheerleaders, a girl named Emmanuelle. She seemed to be a wholesome, good-looking girl and they looked really good together. They both started at the same college together, even, just to be with each other. As most kids that age do, they thought they'd get married some day.

But, as fate would have it, Emmanuelle changed. At least that was Aaron's side of the story. As she became more free from her parents' control, and she became more sexually aware, she became much more of a slut. She became a huge flirt and dressed the part, dressing to enhance her body. Even between high school and college, she started to even flirt with me. It was as if any man would do. She became hungry for sex. Aaron even described it as her being addicted to it.

He never complained of their sexual exploits, per se... but... he said she was far more aggressive than he ever thought she would be. He said that he almost felt used at times... like he was just there for her pleasure.

I could even see her sexual aggression when she flirted with me. One day in the summer between high school and college, Aaron invited her and a couple other friends over to the house to swim in the pool. At the time I was just sitting on the deck, catching some rays and just watching them. I couldn't help but watch her. She filled out that bikini so well... it could have been painted on for all I knew. She far outshined the other two young women there. And my imagination certainly got the better of me. How could it not? I'd been divorced for almost 10 years now and still hadn't started dating anyone. And my body constantly reminded me that I was truly in need of some serious female company.

At one point Emmanuelle got out of the water and walked by me to get her towel and her comment surprised me. "Mr. Becket!" she said, playfully sounding shocked. She was looking down at my crotch, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. When I looked down, I could see why... my swim trunks were tented by my erection. "I think you have a hardon... you like what you see?" She smiled at me as if she wanted me to like it... as if she wanted to show me even more. She intentionally dressed and walked and talked the way she did just so that men would notice her... would like what they saw. "You know," she said softly, almost conspiratorially, "I'm DTF... any time."

I was absolutely stunned and my mouth was dry. "DTF?" I asked. I didn't understand half of what the youth said today in their little code language.

"Down... to... FUCK," she said slowly as she grabbed her towel and started drying off. "Any time... any way you want."

I stared at her for a moment and then looked away. I had no idea what to say or do. This was far beyond anything I'd ever experienced before with a woman. She just giggled and sat down closing her eyes for a moment. She loved being the one in control.

"Can I ask you a question, Mr. Becket?" she asked with her eyes still closed.

"Yeah, sure," I said, unsure that I really wanted to hear her question.

"What kind of guy are you?" she asked.

"Uh... what do you mean?"

"Well," she said, sitting up on her elbows to look at me. "I've met two kinds of guys... alphas and betas. Your son is... well... a beta boi. On our date last night he asked to hold my hand... asked to kiss me... asked where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do. I had to decide everything. God! I get so tired of little beta-bois... always asking for permission... always making me take the lead. I can't tell you how tiring it is to fuck your son... to just take him, you know... fuck him... sit on his face. It just gets so... boring... sometimes." She paused a moment and I looked at her. I couldn't help but imagine her dominating me like that... and, I had to admit, thinking about her pussy on my face made me even more excited.

"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "I like being in charge most of the time. I usually like making him my bitch. But... every now and then, every woman just wants an alpha man to take her... and fuck the shit out of her. A man who knows what he wants and just goes for it, no matter what she might think about it. A man who fucks my mouth... my pussy... and my ass so much that I ache for days afterwards. A man that I can't stop thinking about... who makes my pussy drip for him."

She paused a moment and my mind was reeling. She certainly had the gold medal in flirting.

"I've never been with a man your age before. Are you an alpha man Mr. Becket?" she asked.

I don't even remember how I answered her question, but I didn't have sex with her. I was proud of myself. I was able to withstand her flirting. I imagined what my son was going through, though, being with a woman like that. A woman who treated you like dirt but kept you so sexually satisfied that you put up with it.

Then there was the last time she flirted with me... just a month ago... when she spent the night on a Sunday night because they both had an early class on Monday. I had gotten up at 6:00am to get ready for work and was in the bathroom still getting ready. I was out of the shower now and had just finished shaving when the door opened and in walked Emmanuelle in a simple long t-shirt... obviously with no bra on underneath.

"Hello?" I said, shocked that someone had just walked in to this little, occupied bathroom. "Oh... Emmanuelle."

"Hello, Mr. Becket", she said, entering the small room and closing the door behind her.

"Oh... hi... I'm... I'm almost done, just a few more minutes. Ok?" I asked, expecting that she'd exit and wait for me to finish up. But, she just stood there.

"Yeah, that's ok. I'll just wait," she said and sat on the edge of the bathtub, pushing the shower curtain aside.

"Um... Ok." I felt the slow rise of my cock from underneath the towel I had luckily wrapped around my waist.

"Aaron is still asleep," she explained. "He wants up in an hour or something. I got bored just laying there, waiting."

I nodded. "I can understand that."

"Yeah." She looked around the small room as if noticing it for the first time. I guess it never really hit her how small our single, full bathroom was in this house. "Hmmm... I guess you kind of get used to having one bathroom like this, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Two guys, though, aren't a problem at all."

She nodded in understanding. "I... uh... I wanted to tell you something."

"What's up?" I asked, taking the bait. I never learned how to really talk to this young woman.

"I wanted to tell you about a dream that I had... about you," she said, sounding almost innocent.

"A... dream?" I asked, turning towards her as I dried my face, and leaning back against the sink.

"Yeah. You want to hear it?"

"Ok... sure," I said, again, falling for the bait.

"Well... it was my wedding day, and you were walking me down the aisle and you told me that you were so, so proud of me. And... as we were walking down the aisle I noticed that there was no groom waiting at the front. And when we got to the alter, the priest asks if we're ready to give our vows and he's talking to you and me."

"Uh... ok," I said, a little surprised by all this.

"Yeah... kinda weird right?" she asked, adjusting her shirt a little on her chest.

"Yeah, that's kinda weird." Her nipples were so hard, poking at the thin shirt. I could imagine that moving the material over them was making them even harder.

"Well... I guess it was you and me getting married."

"Emmanuelle," I said, swallowing hard. "Come on."

"And, so he said you may kiss the bride." She looked up at me with such innocent doe eyes. "Do you want to know what happened next?"

"I dunno... Emmanuelle..." I started to say in protest. It felt like this was getting out of hand... rapidly.

But she interrupted me. "Well you leaned in... grabbed my hair and pulled my head back... I gasped a little... loving it... then you put your mouth against mine... and you stuck your tongue right in my mouth." She mimicked the behavior, grabbed her own head, and pulled it back. She looked so... seductive.

"Yeah... I don't think this story is very appropriate and... uh..." I could tell my cock was getting so hard. I hoped it wasn't showing too much through the towel, but I had to imagine it was. I knew I was blushing in embarrassment.

"Inappropriate? It's just a dream that I had," she said innocently. "It's no big deal."

"Just a young woman's imagination?" I asked, providing her an out.

"Uh huh. After we kissed, all the sudden we're back in my bedroom and it looks like it did when I was a little girl," she said, one hand now teasing her nipple through her shirt. It was so hard, almost threatening to tear a hole through her shirt as she lightly pinched it and circled it with her fingertips. "There were all my stuffed animals... and all my toys and everything. And then you were there... and you were laying on top of me..."

I could sense that this was again going too far. "Ok... Emmanuelle... you can stop."

She started sliding one hand on her thigh as she spread her legs apart. "And... I can feel your cock and it's hard against me." I could just see her panties underneath her shirt... the thin material having a hard time hiding the pussy behind it. I watched helplessly as her hand stroked over her panties, obviously sliding over her clit, making her let out a little moan. "Do you want me to keep telling you about my dream daddy?" she asked, licking her lips, looking so lascivious but sounding so innocent.

"I... I don't know... this is... wrong, Emmanuelle," I said. I tried to end it there. How could I do this to my son? He'd be devastated if I fucked her.

"You slid down my panties and you whipped out your dick and it's so hard, daddy... And you just slid it right inside of me," she said as she slid two fingers inside herself and slowly fingered herself. "And you say 'Daddy loves his little girl' as you do it." She giggled... still sounding so innocent. Yet the way she was acting was far, far from innocent. She was brazenly masturbating right there in front of me. "I just like the dream so much daddy. It just felt so, so nice, you know? You on top of me... your cock in my tight, little pussy. So.... I think we should do something about it."

With her free hand she reached out towards my erection. "Daddy, your cock is hard."

I grabbed her wrist and forced it away so she couldn't touch me. "Emmanuelle... no... you can't."

"I've seen the way you look at me," she protested, still masturbating. "You want me." She grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, over her head, and now sat on the edge of the bathtub only wearing her panties. She put one leg up on the bathtub with the other on the ground, opening her legs wide. "Admit it, you want to fuck me."

"Enough! It's not about me looking at you," I said, trying to talk some sense into her while I tried desperately not to fall into her trap. She looked so... so gorgeous... and so incredibly sexy. She was throwing herself at me... and I was turning her down??? "It's not about what I want or not. You're my son's girlfriend and it's just not... whatever," I finally mumbled.

"Loss for words, huh?" she smiled and licked her lips again. "Why don't we go to your bedroom, daddy?" She grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them down and off her legs. Her hand was free on her pussy now, sliding over and around it, pulling her lips wide so I got a very good look at it.

Her labia were large and her pussy was so pink on the inside. I could tell how wet she was and it was so very inviting.

"No!" I said, shaking my head. "You're not going to get into my head like I'm sure you do with all the other guys. Just keep your... your pussy... covered." I averted my eyes, but still had to keep an eye on her. There was no telling what she'd do if I wasn't watching.

"I'm just showing you what you want to see," she giggled.

"That is just... wrong," I tried to explain. She had to understand that, didn't she? She had to know that you don't just sleep around.

"It's wrong?" she asked, almost innocently. "Oh, daddy, tell me you don't want it."

"I'm not your daddy," I said forcefully, "and I won't lay a hand on... my son's girlfriend."

"You won't lay a hand on my little wet pussy? Mmm, it's so wet," she said, lewdly showing me her pussy as her hand stroked it and teased her clit.

"You love this, don't you?" I asked, shaking my head. She was so... manipulative. "You love getting into guys' heads and driving them crazy."

"Don't act like you don't want to play with me, daddy," she said. "I've seen how you look at me. And I see how you're looking at me now. I can see your cock throbbing for me. I know you want to bend me over the sink and fuck me."

"No. You're not going to make me fall for that," I said, holding my hand out as a barrier between us, trying to stay firm, even if I felt myself faltering rapidly. I wasn't sure I could resist her much longer.

"Just for a minute?" she asked, standing up. She moved a step towards me, and put my outstretched hand right on her breast, holding it there. I could feel her hard nipple jabbing into my palm, begging me to squeeze it. "Just a little feel. My pussy is so tight and so wet and really needs your tongue." She licked her lips and slid the wet fingers of her other hand up to my lips... touching them... sliding her wetness along them. She smiled. "Do you like the taste of that?"

I have to say that that was so difficult to get out of... but I did. I know that some alpha men would have folded, would have bent her over and fucked her good and proper as she deserved and wanted. Some beta men may have folded and dropped to their knees to worship her pussy.

But I prided myself on being neither one of them. I promptly ushered her out the bathroom door as she giggled and closed it behind her, leaving her in the hallway all naked and alone. I don't know what happened after that, specifically, but I know that within just a few weeks my son came home partly angry and partly broken-hearted. When I asked what was up, he admitted that he had broken up with Emmanuelle. He caught her cheating on him, again, and just couldn't take any more.

I was pretty proud that he finally did it. Especially knowing that she would have worked her charms on him to stay with him. She had a very powerful way of keeping men under her heel. I knew that she wasn't good for him.

So, that brings me to last night. Aaron and his friends decided to go on a fishing trip up to Michigan for an extended weekend. They saw that he needed to get away from Emmanuelle, too. So, with the house empty, I sat in my bed at 11:30pm with my laptop in hand. With just a few clicks, I was able to bring up one of my favorite porn sites and started watching a movie.

I don't know what it was, but there was something now in my psyche that made me enjoy watching porn with older men and younger women... porn specifically with a male domination theme. I guess I was playing into my pent-up desire to dominate Emmanuelle that way.

I was simply wearing shorts that I slept in with no underwear and they were down around my knees as the movie started. The scene had a common horror-story theme where the housesitter was alone in the big house, late at night, and got a strange phone call that scared her.

The brunette was on the phone, having answered it a couple times already to heavy breathing, and was now getting angry.

"Listen you fucking asshole," she yelled into the house phone as she walked back from turning the deadbolt, locking the front door. "Leave me the fuck alone. There's no way that you can fucking get in. Ok? I locked all the fucking windows. I locked all the fucking doors."

"And it won't stop me at all," the man said, slow and deep. He sounded very serious and very scary. "Nothing will get between us."

She shook her head in disbelief. He had to be stupid or something to think he could get in. "You know what? I fucking dare you to try to get in. In fact, I'll GIVE you my fucking pussy if you can get in. Ok? Leave me alone you fucking loser."

The camera angle changed to show a man looking at her from the hallway, a stocking over his head. He was watching her disconnect the call and set the phone down. He was watching her pace around in anxious anger. I knew it was gonna happen soon.

The camera angle changed again and showed the man rushing at her from behind, one arm wrapped around her upper body, the other around her neck, his hand covering her mouth. She struggled, helplessly, as he dragged her over to the couch. My cock was getting hard as I squirted a little lube on it and began stroking it. Things were heating up nicely both on and off the screen.

The woman wasn't wearing much, a crop-top that showed her tight abs and barely encased her bulging breasts. The arm around her upper body was just underneath her tits, pushing them upwards. Below she wore thin, tight shorts that almost looked painted on.

"What was it that you were saying, huh?" the man asked threateningly, his mouth by her ear. "You said if I could get in you were going to fuck me, right?"

"Mmhmm," she said through the hand covering her mouth. Her acting was wonderful. She looked so scared.

"Huh? Huh?" he asked. He took his hand off her mouth and grabbed her throat, choking her.

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Say it!" he said.

"Yes, yes!" she begged, obviously scared.

"Come on baby, what are you gonna do?" the man asked again. My hand was stroking at the tip, feeling the tingling pleasure surge through me as I watched that once powerful-acting woman now bowing to his wants and needs.

"Anything... just... I'll do whatever you want... just," she said, begging. The hand around her upper body was now grabbing and squeezing her breasts and she was helpless to stop him.

"Whatever I want... I like the sound of that," he said, pulling her shirt up to expose her breast and squeezed her bare flesh.

"Just don't hurt me... please..." she begged.

He turned her around and pushed her down to her knees, holding her head tightly, his hands fisting her hair. "You know what to do with this, right? Right?" he asked, holding her face in front of his crotch.

"Yeah," she whispered.

He pulled her face in and rubbed it all over his jean-covered crotch. "Put your face all over it... yeah." Then he pushed her away and slapped her face. "Take it out. You know what the fuck to do with it?"

"Yeah," she whispered and started unfastening his pants, pulling them down, exposing his cock.

He stepped out of his pants, and grabbed her head forcefully again. "Good girl," he said more softly.

The girl grabbed his shaft with one hand and stroked it a few times before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth, at first just taking the head inside, and with a few seconds, sliding it deep into her mouth.

"Put your fucking mouth on it... yeah," he said, holding her head tightly. There was no way she could do anything but get her mouth fucked.

I squeezed my cock a little as I stroked it, pretending that Emmanuelle's mouth was sliding down my dick like that. God it would feel so awesome to have her down like that, sucking me off. And not because she wanted it... but because I did.

"Oh... shit.... oh... fuck," the man moaned, loving the heat and wetness of her mouth as his cock slid in and out. She pulled off, gasping for air, as her hands stroked him. She looked up at him, pleading for mercy, but he didn't have any. He pulled her into him, driving his cock deep inside. "You can't talk shit now, can you, with a mouth full of my dick."

My hand was sliding up and down my shaft faster now. I was really getting close. "Oh God, yes. This is just what I... needed. It's been so long. Oh my God, fuck her mouth... yeah... yeah... just like that... right there... right there..."