My name is Nathan Phillips, and I am approaching 50, starting to gray a little, fit, vital, virile, and still able to attract and fuck any woman I might want.
I am now single; my wife left me a few years ago, claiming I preferred working more than being with her.. . oh, and that I was a pervert. She said I didn’t give her the time or kind of sex she needed, and when I did, I treated her horribly, to say nothing of the humiliating, degrading things I demanded she do. I frankly didn’t understand her problem.. . she liked everything well enough in the beginning and enjoyed it during the first fifteen years of our twenty-year marriage.
I’ve started a new phase of my life. Thanks to the profitable sale of my company, I am financially stable, which allows me to indulge myself in all manner of activities and women. I’ve recently retired and live alone, but my adult son Jeremy lives across town and makes it a point of staying in touch with his ol’ Dad.
My son is the most important person in my life, and everything was going quite well for us until he met and fell in love with a gold-digging slut named Margaret “Maggie” Josephson. Jeremy is ten years this little bitch’s senior, and despite his privilege and background, he worships the proverbial ground she walks on.
From what Jeremy told me about her, she, on the surface, seemed like a nice girl, a little young for him, but a nice girl. Maggie was more than familiar with financial struggles. Growing up, her early years were filled with the “paycheck to paycheck” existence that marred many working class families. She had a good education, a happy childhood, and a loving, caring family. She was just a slut. Why? I don’t know.. . I just had this feeling about her. From the moment I met her, there was an unspoken sexual tension between us that grew stronger the longer she and Jeremy dated. Regardless of her being a “good girl, ” something about her told me I’d get with her, that she’d spread her legs for me whether she married my son or not.
I had to admit, she was a nice-looking little piece, young, beautiful, barely nineteen years old. Petite athletic frame, nice sized breast with long nipples and dark areolas, slim-waisted, firm, untouched tight ass. She was a natural blonde, with thick, wavy hair that fell below her shoulders, large bright brown eyes, long, thick doe-like lashes, and full pouty lips that made me wonder how they would feel sucking my cock.
Despite my balls literally aching when I thought about her, from my perspective, she didn’t really love my son; she wanted what he could give her. Maggie was impressed with his job, money, and influence and had convinced herself that she was in love with him. From the beginning, I disliked her, and though Jeremy was my son, I knew she was not the right person for him. He’d never be able to keep her satisfied and happy. After a short engagement and despite her friends and family cautioning her to wait and take her time with such a life changing decision, she made up her mind to marry my son.
I may not have been able to stop their marriage, but sooner or later, I was convinced Jeremy would see her for the slut and gold-digger she was. In the meantime, her marrying my son would not stop me from fucking her.
*****
I was physically attracted to her since the first time my son Jeremy had brought her home to meet me, and now Maggie was about to be my daughter-in-law. I remembered what she had looked like at the wedding dinner the night before; young, fresh, innocent, and happily expectant about the future. Everyone loved her. Seeing her, being close to her never failed to excite me sexually, never failed to make my cock stiffen.
The wedding ceremony was due to start in another thirty minutes, and the hallway outside the Bride’s dressing room was empty. Someone had sent the attendants, helpers, and stray wedding guests to the chapel downstairs for the start of the ceremony.
I tapped on the door several times, and while waiting for her to open the door, I took my cock out and stood stroking it, my face gleaming with sexual intent.
The dressing room door opened, and the happy glow on her face disappeared as Maggie’s eyes drifted lower and widened in shocked surprise. Maggie stepped back with a frightened, questioning look on her face.
“Dad.. . Dad, what are you doing?” she stuttered.
She was beautiful in her wedding gown.
I stepped inside, closing and locking the door. I grabbed Maggie’s arm when she attempted to skirt around me to the door and pushed her back against the closed door. She gasped when I took her face between my hands, kissed her hard, and then possessively forced my tongue between her parted red lips. Breaking the kiss, she pulled her sweet, pouty red mouth from mine, saying, “What are you doing? Why? Jeremy is going to be my husband.”
Ignoring her protest, with one hand at her throat, pressing her against the door, I lifted the skirt of her wedding gown and bunched it above her hips. Maggie whimpered and squirmed but was unable to break free.
“P-Please, Dad, stop! She begged. This is wrong.”
My head rested against hers, and I whispered in her ear, “From now on, I’ll tell you what’s wrong and what’s not, Maggie.”
I pulled the thin straps of her gown off her slim shoulders, exposing two of the most beautiful, firm white breasts I had ever seen, and began to suck on her extended pinkish/brown nipples. My dick twitched when I heard her involuntarily moan as I sucked harder. Maggie started to struggle more, trying to free herself. It wasn’t until I bit down on her nipple that she stopped struggling and let me suck without further resistance.
I pushed her legs apart and held them there as I pulled the crotch of her white silk panties aside and thrust my now hard, leaking cock between her soft pussy lips. She tried to close her legs as I began to push my cock deeper into her very tight pussy.
“Dad, Daddy, pleaseeee, ” she began.
“Shhhh, shhhh.. . it’s okay, don’t fight it, sweetheart. Just enjoy it, ” I said.
“Too bigggg.. . you’re hurting me, ” Maggie whimpered. If I believed what Jeremy said, he had been Maggie’s first man. Well.. . now she was experiencing my dick, his father’s dick in her pussy. My cock was bigger than my son’s, and little Maggie moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate my size.
“You little bitch! You’ve been wanting this as much as me, I teased. My son, that fool will have a slut for a wife and doesn’t even know it!”
“No, no.. . that’s not true, ” Maggie cried as she began struggling again, not realizing that the more she tried to escape, the harder I got and the better my dick felt when I slammed it into her pussy.
*****
I leaned in and thrust my cock harder up into her pussy and began to kiss her again.
“You feel good, Maggie, ” I said as my thrusts got harder and went deeper into her pussy. I could feel her pussy grasping, holding my cock, and then her body shuddered as I continued fucking her.
Tired of struggling and resigned to the inevitable, she looked up at me and said, “P-Please, Dad, please pull out before you cum! Please, Dad, don’t cum inside me.”
Totally caught up in pounding her pussy, I said nothing; I had already decided that I was going to have a hard, wet nut inside her tight, young pussy. Placing my hands on each hip, I pulled her pussy closer, giving her my full, rigid length. I could feel my body stiffen and hear myself begin to groan as I worked my way to the point of cumming.
Maggie’s lips began to tremble, and I could feel her small hips and tight pussy swaying and grinding against me as she involuntarily fell into synch with my rhythm. The little slut closed her eyes when I loudly grunted like a rutting bull and orgasmed. I came with a hard, deep thrust that spewed my cum load high up inside her pussy, drenching the walls and covering the mouth of her cervix.
“Oh, Daddy, ” she breathlessly said as I held her up on shaky legs, supporting her when she began to orgasm on my rock-hard cock.
“Daddy? Oh my god, Dad.. . what have we done?” She said and began to cry.
I slumped against her and groaned with pleasure when I reluctantly pulled my cock out of Maggie’s tight, still grasping pussy.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that felt good!” I said as I adjusted my clothes. As my breathing returned to normal, I could feel myself getting hard again, thinking about what I had just done to my son’s nineteen-year-old fiancé. Hell, she was barely a woman. Strangely, I didn’t regret what had happened. She had wanted me to fuck her, in fact, if I had had more time, I’d fuck her again.
“Fix your clothes and face, I told her. You need to get downstairs.”
With one last look at her, I positioned my semi-hard cock more comfortably in my pants before leaving the room.
With a wide grin, I said hello as I passed the Maid of Honor in the hallway as she hurried to the Bride’s dressing room to help Maggie downstairs.
*****
Six weeks after their wedding, Maggie’s pregnancy was confirmed. Everyone congratulated her and Jeremy.. . but she knew the child was not his.