Son's girlfriend

[Hapa1981]

Name: Richard Wilson
Age: 55
Hair: Jet Black
Eyes: Blue

Sitting in his traditional chair, a leather recliner in the den of his three story house, Richard flipped through the channels. He was fortunate to get the house to himself, let alone not having to fight for the remote to his oversized, flat panel television. As hard as Richard worked, he was always one to compromise with his family to give them the best.

There was not much on the television and he found himself becoming bored. Yawning, he left the television on Transformers, knowing the scene with Megan Fox leaning over her car would be coming on soon. He rose from his chair and headed to the bar. He slipped a glass out from beneath the hidden cupboard out along with a bottle of Scotch. He decided to get out the "good stuff" and he blew on the ancient bottle and a small waft of dust lingered in the air. Just then the doorbell rang.

[AmyGirl20]

Claire suddenly wished she hadn't pressed the doorbell. This was crazy. What was she thinking? She briefly considered running away, but running was almost impossible in these heels. The boots, like most of her outfit tonight, was borrowed. Only the underwear was hers, but even that had been purchased especially for tonight, at the insistence of her best friend, Donna, who claimed that Claire's regular underwear was too dull and boring. The boots were Donna's, as was the short black skirt. The top, which was low-cut and yet short enough to show of Claire's belly button, belonged to another of her friends. She wore a coat over everything, but she still felt very exposed in the pub earlier, as she had a couple of glasses of wine with Donna to steady her nerves.

The plan was simple. Win Mike back.

Mike had been Claire's first and only boyfriend. He was the love of her life, even though
they'd only dated for four months. The stumbling block had been Claire's refusal to give up her virginity. Her parents were strict Catholics, and Claire had always believed that a girl should remain a virgin until her wedding night. Mike had been okay with it at first, but he was a healthy young man, and was becoming a laughing stock amongst his friends and work colleagues. Claire had reluctantly agreed to give Mike hand jobs, even though she was disgusted by them, but when Mike had asked her to take his cock in her mouth, she had refused point blank. That's when Mike had given her the ultimatum, and they'd split up soon after.

Now, almost three weeks later, here she was, dressed like a slut, on the verge of begging Mike to take her back, even if it meant giving up her most sacred prize. Donna and her other friends had convinced her that it was the only way to win Mike back. They'd even encouraged her to watch internet porn movies to prepare her for what was to come. At first, the images had horrified Claire, but gradually she had felt herself becoming more and more excited at the prospect of losing her virginity to Mike.

Her hand was shaking as she reached for the doorbell again.

[Hapa1981]

Ten to one

"Who could that be?" he muttered to himself when he heard the door bell. He wasn't expecting anyone and the house would be empty all night. He took his drink and threw back a large gulp before moving towards the door.*

He has installed a small peephole in the large oak door many years ago as a precaution for when his children were home alone. Fortunately he always left on the outside light so he wouldn't have to open the door if it was one of those religious door-to-door men. Squinting, he peered through the looking glass. The sight was shocking for a variety of reasons. First, it was his son's ex standing there looking very nervous but adorable. He knew they had broken up a while ago and that his son had made a few conquests since that night. Second, her outfit was even more shocking. Claire - or whatever her name was - had always been a modest, conservative girl. He had always assumed she must have been fairly religious, maybe even orthrodox, by her dress. He had never seen more than a few Inches of skin despite seeing her daily for most of the summer. Now here she was dressed like she was auditioning for one of those VH-1 reality shows he had seen a few times. Lastly and most shocking of all was how good she looked in the outfit. It reminde him of those teen movies where the plain girl is made over into a beauty. It was not like he had ever thought of Claire as anything less than pretty. Quite contrary, she was very easy on the eyes and put most girls to shame. It was more that she had much more of a presence. Instead of being a pretty girl, she now appeared like a sexy woman who demanded th attention of the men around her.*

He quickly gave himself the quick once over to make sure everything was in place. Then he opened the door just as she began reaching for the doorbell again.*

"Good evening!" he smiled widely as he opened the door all the way. "Come in, come in. I haven't seen you in ages."

[AmyGirl20]

"Uh, hello, Mr Wilson. I was, uh, looking for Mike."

Mr Wilson moved aside, letting Claire into the house. He showed her into the front room. It was weird being back in this house, but it brought back nice memories for Claire. All those evenings, sitting on the sofa with Mike, snuggling up together as they watched one of Mike's scary horror movies when his parents were out.

Claire allowed Mr Wilson to take her coat. She suddenly felt very exposed, standing in front of Mr Wilson in such a revealing outfit. All the bravado she'd built up seemed to have deserted her and she felt like a little child dressed up like a grown-up.

"Uh, is Mike here?"

[Hapa1981]

"I am sorry, Claire," he silently prayed that he had gotten her name right, "Mike is actually out right now." He was going to mention that he was out with his new girlfriend probably for the whole night, but he didn't want to crush her too early. "I actually think Mike had mentioned you left something here. I could try to look for it and you could have a seat."

He hung up her coat in the entryway closet, before proceeding toward the bar in the den. From behind him, he could feel the clicking of her boots on the tiled floor as she followed him. He gestured to a stool for her to sit down on, while he slid behind the bar flipping through some of the papers sitting on the top of the counter.

"While I look, do you want something to drink?"

[AmyGirl20]

"Uh, vodka and coke, if you have it."

Did she really want another drink? Her head was already spinning slightly. Claire usually only drank white wine, but had joined Donna in drinking vodka earlier, and it had given her a warm feeling inside. She glanced at her watch and wondered if it was worth hanging around for Mike.

Of course, she should have known Mike wasn't home when she didn't see his car out front. She should have called first, but Donna had convinced her that it would be better just turning up on his doorstep, looking hot. So much for that idea.

Claire was still torn between staying and going when Mr Wilson handed her the drink. She accepted it with a weak smile and sipped at it.

"Do you know when Mike will be back, Mr Wilson?"

[Hapa1981]

"I am not quite sure," he said as he began to mix drinks for both of them. He was not sure why he decided to fib at that point. Something about the situation was telling him to make sure Claire stayed as long as possible. *There was no chance of Mike coming home that night, so there would be no Jerry Springer episode paid out in front of him.*

He slid the drink over to Claire at the bar. He had made the drinks extra strong, but he figured it was what Claire was looking for.*

"So why did you come over now, Claire?" He put on a very concerned face. "You and Mike seemed to be on the outs last I heard." He watched her take a drink from her glass as he swirled his own glass to hear the ice jingle. Once she ha taken a gulp, he followed suit and took one of his own. The liquor burned his throat but felt good going down. He could feel the warmth spread through his body.

[AmyGirl20]

"I just... I just wanted to talk to him," Claire said, taking another quick sip of her drink.

It was a stupid lie and she knew it, but she could hardly admit to Mr Wilson that she'd come here with the intention of giving up her virginity to his son. She only hoped Mr Wilson ignored the fact that it was so late. At least he hadn't mentioned her revealing outfit, and wasn't perving over her like some of the men in the bar had earlier. Of course Donna had enjoyed Claire's obvious embarrassment, and had even suggested that it was a good sign that she was attracting so much attention.

Claire wondered how long she should wait for Mike. It was a Friday so he was probably out with some of his friends. He wasn't a heavy drinker, so at least he wouldn't be drunk when he got home. She decided she'd wait, whatever happened. She was scared she wouldn't be able to work up the courage to go through all this again.

"Is Mrs Wilson in bed?" she asked, feeling the need to fill the silence.

[Hapa1981]

"My wife is out of town." he didn't enjoy talking much about her especially because they had been fighting recently. He decided to change the subject.*

"Mike will be back momentarily. I know you must be anxious to talk to him." Mr Wilson refilled her glass before she even finished what was already in it. "What was it that you wanted to talk to him about?" he said with a questioning look on his face. "He will undoubtably be distracted by your outfit tonight. I don't think he has ever seen you in something so," he paused to think of the right word.

"Alluring"

Mr. Wilson must have been feeling the effects of the alcohol himself. It was uncharacteristic for him to make comments about the sexiest of his son's ex's outfit. He felt a little lecherous but what harm would it do. Mike wasn't interested anymore. Claire probably didn't even know better. He stared at her tight, young body and thought about how long it had been since he had seen such a perfect specimen. *

[AmyGirl20]

Claire felt herself turning red at Mr Wilson's comments about her outfit, but part of her liked it too. She'd always thought he was a nice man and had enjoyed his company when Mike wasn't around. Her own father was a strict, humourless man, and she'd always enjoyed the way Mike and his father had joked around together.

"I was, uh, kind of hoping Mike and I could get back together," she told him. "I've missed him so much."

She took another few sips of her drink, feeling more relaxed now. She'd been stressed out earlier, but the drink was definitely having an effect on her. She was also starting to feel a little horny again, as she had been earlier, watching porn on the internet, getting herself prepared for the night ahead. She hoped Mike got back soon.

[Hapa1981]

Mr. Wilson let his face get more serious. He was not sure how to handle this but it would be a delicate balance. Claire seemed very vulnerable and he didn't want to upset her too much. On the otherhand, she deserved to know what was going on. He decided he had to ease her to the truth. He convinced himself that he was doing it purely for her benefit. He would make sure that she would be let down easy. It was only an added benefit that his plan would allow him to spent more time with the innocent girl.

"Claire, I don't mean to pry. But you and Mike split a while ago. I want to make sure you don't get hurt." He paused again, staring into her eyes. She looked a little like a deer caught in his headlights. Maybe it was the alcohol giving her that glazed kind of look. Or maybe it was just the look of an innocent young lady who had fallen for the wrong guy. He took a quick shot of whatever was left in his glass as if to prepare for whatever her response would be. "What exactly did you want to see Mike for?"

[AmyGirl20]

Claire looked into her glass, too embarrassed to face Mr Wilson, who she knew was looking at her, awaiting her reply. She held the glass lightly between her fingers as she thought of the best way to put it. She took a deep breath and then she began. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Mike and I were... We were really happy together, but he wanted... sex, and I... I wasn't ready. I guess I was scared."

There. She'd said it. She still couldn't look Mr Wilson in the eye. There was a long silence in the room, broken only by the humming of the small refridgerator behind the bar.

After a moment, Claire took another sip of her drink and turned to face Mr Wilson.

"I... I think I'm ready now."

[Hapa1981]

Mr. Wilson couldn't help but smirk at her final comment. It was now plainly obvious what she was doing here in this out. He understood completely now and it felt almost voyeuristic to see her in the position now. There was something so human and alluring about it. But he had to tell her...

He reached across the bar and held Claire's trembling hand trying to calm her down and reassure her. This was going to be difficult. "Claire, I am sorry to tell you this, but Mike is out with that girl Stacey." He paused to let the information sink in. He didn't want to have to say more and he didn't think he would have to.

[AmyGirl20]

"Stacey?"

Claire suddenly felt very stupid. She'd come here, dressed like a slut, hoping to win Mike back, and he was out with another girl. He'd probably jumped into bed with her as soon as he and Claire had split up. It was ridiculous to assume that he would be sitting at home every night, as she had, when he could be out every night, doing to other girls what he had wanted to do to her.

Claire looked dumbly at Mr Wilson as she took a long sip of her drink. She felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she didn't want to cry, not in front of Mr Wilson. She'd been planning this night for a few days now, and it was all for nothing. The slutty clothes, the porn, the fantasies she'd played out in her head as she drifted off to sleep at night...

She stood up uneasily in her heels, her head spinning, holding onto the bar for support.

"I've been such an idiot," she said.

[Hapa1981]

He caressed her hand to comfort her. "Claire, it's ok. You're not an idiot at all." He took the bottle of vodka and poured her another glass. "Here this will make you feel better." He poured himself a glass too and used his free hand to hold his glass to take the shot together.

"I remember being in a similar situation when I was growing up. My ex-girlfriend had betrayed me like that. And to be honest, the only thing that made me feel better about myself was to get revenge on her. Somehow, that gave me the self-esteem and confidence to get over her."

[AmyGirl20]

Claire could see what Mr Wilson was saying, but she didn't want revenge on Mike. Despite everything, she still loved him and it hurt that he had gotten over her so quickly. It was all her own dumb stupid fault for being so prudish in the first place. She knew all her friends thought she was some sort of freak for wanting to hold onto her virginity for so long.

But...

Maybe it wasn't too late. She might still be able to win Mike back. All she had to do was offer him more of what he wanted than this Stacey could. She knew from watching porn on the internet that men liked slutty girls who did whatever the men wanted and, in her slightly inebriated state, Claire believed that she could be as slutty and as submissive as anyone. She'd come this far and she wasn't about to give up now. If her romance novels had taught her anything, it was that true love was worth fighting for.

Claire looked at Mr Wilson and caught the way his eyes were on her breasts. He looked up when he saw her looking at him, but Claire just smiled at him. She knew she was a naturally pretty girl, but it was good to know that men found her sexy as well.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Mr Wilson?" she asked in a little girl voice, unconsciously undoing another button on her blouse. She was unused to flirting with men, and it showed.

[Hapa1981]

"Of course, I think you are sexy." He was crossing over into unfamiliar territory. He had never really flirted with another woman besides his wife since his wedding. Now he found himself drinking and flirting with his son's ex. "Any man would think so. Mike doesn't know what he is missing out on."

His eyes carefully followed the slow movements of her hands as she undid a button on her blouse. She looked like the kind of women in late night cable softcore movies or high class escorts. She was a thing only of fantasies and that was why he couldn't help himself as playing along how things were rolling out.

[AmyGirl20]

Claire found herself smiling, hearing Mr Wilson say that. She suddenly caught sight of her refelction in the mirror and was a little surprised at just how slutty she looked. Instead of being horrified at the vision, it made her smile. She started to sway her hips as she continued to watch herself, trying to look sexy, like the girls she'd seen on the internet. She was aware of Mr Wilson watching her, but that only seemed to add to the way she was feeling.

Images of internet porn flashed through her mind. She'd especially liked scenes that involved girls who looked like her, so that she could imagine it was her that was being fucked by all those big cocks. It was purely coincidence that most of those scenes had involved the girl being fucked by older men and that the men had been forceful and dominant. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was getting damp and her nipples were becoming aroused as she ran her hands over her breasts. She wanted to touch herself, but she couldn't, not with Mr Wilson watching. She needed to go somewhere private and the bathroom seemed the obvious place.

"I, uh... I need to use your - "

She stopped mid-sentence, seeing the look on Mr Wilson's face, seeing the way he was looking at her.

[Hapa1981]

Mr. Wilson stood up and walked around to the other side of the bar. He could tell how aroused Claire was as she outlined her breasts with her fingers. She did not realize what a show she was putting on for him. She would soon though, he thought to himself.

"The bathroom is upstairs. First door on the left." He pointed down up the large staircase. He followed her over to the staircase, making sure to watch as she climbed up the stairs. From below, he could see up much of her short skirt at how long and perfect her legs were. He could feel his pants beginning to strain. Once she was finally out of his vision, he went over to the hallway dresser and began rummaging through the drawer for what he was looking for.

[AmyGirl20]

Claire closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning back against it, breathing hard. Without even thinking about it, her hand was on her pussy, rubbing hard through the thin cotton of her thong. She didn't know if it was the drink or because she'd been so worked up about tonight, but she'd never felt so horny in her life. And Mike wasn't even here to enjoy it. She was alone in the house with Mike's father, the man she had hoped would one day be her father-in-law. What was she thinking?

She knew why Mr Wilson had directed her upstairs to this bathroom, instead of the one downstairs, of course. He'd wanted to see up her short skirt as she climbed the stairs, and Claire knew he'd had a good view of her red lace thong. Hadn't she deliberately walked slowly, letting him have a longer look than was necessary?

Her fingers were in her wet pussy now, sliding in and out with increased speed, knowing she couldn't last much longer. She was moaning out loud, making more noise than she normally would, but she couldn't stop herself. She'd touched herself before, of course, in bed or in the shower, but it was nothing like this.

Claire cried out as she started to cum, her whole body sliding up and down against the bathroom door as she experienced the biggest orgasm of her young life. Even when it had subsided, her body wouldn't stop shaking. Her fingers, she saw, were wet with her own juices, and she tentatively put them to her mouth and sucked on them as though they were a man's cock.

What was happening to her?

She cleaned herself up as best she could, but her thong was damp with her cum. She couldn't take it off, not with such a short skirt, so she was forced to keep it on, even though the material now felt cold and clammy against her skin. She was still trembling as she checked herself out in the mirror, looking at the slut with her blouse practically undone, showing the red lace bra and more flesh than was decent. Claire left it as it was and headed for the door, only realising as she opened it that she'd neglected to lock it when she came in.

For some reason, it made her smile.

[Hapa1981]

Mr. Wilson thought he could hear moaning from upstairs. He wondered what she could be doing up there and smirked at the visual image of what he imagined she was doing. Just as he could hear the bathroom door click open, he found what he was looking for.

He picked up the digital camera. It was a birthday gift from his son. It had seemed frivolous when he had unwrapped the present the first day. He had only used it once in the past to video tape Christmas at home. But now it would be very useful. He switched it on and focused it up toward Claire at the top of the stairs.

[AmyGirl20]

Claire sniffed her fingers. Despite washing her hands, there was still the faint aroma of her cum. She'd also wiped her pussy clean but knew her stained thong panties still gave her away. She turned the corner and down the stairs, but stopped when she saw Mr Wilson standing at the bottom, pointing his camera at her.

"What's going on?" she asked him.

[Hapa1981]

"Claire, I just wanted you to see how beautiful you are. My son does not know what he is missing.".*

He pressed the record button as the red light flashed on. He slowly walked toward her at the top of the stairs. He panned the camera over her body. Through the camera's lens, he could truly appreciate how her outfit hugged her athletic body while revealling just the right amount of skin. He immediately thought how her looks were better than any porn star's video he had ever seen on the Internet.*

[AmyGirl20]

Claire was a little shocked to see Mr Wilson filming her, but as he slowly moved the camera up her body, she found herself posing for him, trying to look sexy. She smiled as she blew him kisses, and then she leaned on the post at the top of the stairs, bending over, sticking out her bottom, acting like a model in a dirty magazine. It was strange, because Claire was usually camera-shy, but she was starting to get into it, striking more poses as Mr Wilson stood halfway up the stairs, filming her. She was licking her lips, pouting, imagining she was one of the girls she'd seen on the internet.

[Hapa1981]

He watched carefully as Claire began posing for the camera. He made sure to focus and zoom in on every part of her body to document how sexy and perfect she looked. She had such exquisted curves that looked as if they were sculpted by a worldclass artist.*

Once he finally reached her, he reached out with his free hand and gently stroked her hair. "Claire, you are so beautiful. My son would kill to see you like this."

He had a very naughty idea and wondered if Claire would be game. "Claire, what do you say about going into Mike's bedroom and posing on his bed?"