lacejosie: lacejosie:pennylittlekitten:BambinaWhen my father married his new wife, I never imagine
lacejosie: lacejosie:pennylittlekitten:Bambina When my father married his new wife, I never imagined this was my near future… A year ago, my father told me he was getting married again. He had found this marvelous woman, he had fallen in love and he had decided to marry her… The following day, I met her. She was absolutely gorgeous, trully attractive and magnetic… She held my hand and said: «Hmmm, as pretty as your father… and as sweet… I guess we’ll get along quite well, sweety…» And, with that, she held me against her and kissed me in the lips. I was so ecstatic my thingy got a little stiff and she felt it against her belly and smiled: «Hmmm, what’s this? a pretty little cockette, like your father’s?» I was looking at her, deep in her eyes, and could find nothing to say. «Well, we’ll have time to check on that… Off we go, sweety!». And she motioned me and my father to enter her car. As she drove, she would keep her right hand on my father’s thighs and kept making small talk with him. «Tell me, sweety, have you been good, like I told you to?» I heard my father mumble: «Yes, dear…». «Show me», she said. I was in the backseat, behind him, so I couldn’t exactly see him, but again I heard him mumbling: «But dear… now? With Joe in the backseat?» Gently and smiling, she answered: «Don’t be stubborn, sweety… You know it’s not good for you… Now, show me!». He kept silent, but I could hear him undoing his belt and, then, he motioned like he was lowering his trousers. i was quite intrigued with this, but did not dare move… «Hmmm… so pretty!», she said «it frames your little thing so well… didn’t I tell you? and pink is definitely your colour!…». «Thank you, dear», I heard him saying… And, almost whispering: «May I put them back now, please?». «Yes, you may, sweety!…», she answered. I hadn’t understood very well what had happened… But it was clear she had a clear influence on my father… Strangely, that reassured me. My father was a lonely person and had never recovered form my mother’s death. It was nice to see he was being taken care of… And, secretely, I guess I, myself had that need to be taken care of… [to be continued] -- source link