Sunday Funday With The Man of the House by Patience Lee Page A

around, one hand on my throat holding me
while the other worked my shoulder blades, my face in his lap
facing his taunt belly. The more he rubbed, the more I started to
drift. It was then I felt what seemed like a twitch under my
cheek.
     
    Did step-dad's cock just
twitch on my face?, I wondered. Nah,
couldn't be. I was clearly more asleep than I thought.
     
    "I'm going to go ahead and
turn in, I'm sorry I'm so tired and won't be able to finish the
shows with you", I told him, raising up off him.
     
    "It's fine, little one, go
ahead. We'll go for ice cream tomorrow or something."
     
    As I made my way down the
hall, I could hear him on the phone texting away again. I had to
get hold of that phone and see just who he was talking to, and what
he was saying.
     

 
    The next day I awoke feeling
fabulous. Made some toast. Threw on some sweatpants and tee, and
proceeded to lounge about. I was just fixing to settle in to play
some Call of Duty when I spotted it there on the side table.
Michael's phone. I was two swipes away from seeing what he's been
doing. While it felt wrong to do so, I had to know what was going
on with him lately.
     
    Swipe.
    Swipe.
     
    It was messages back and
forth to someone named David. I had no clue who David was but read
the exchange with wonder:
     
    David : So, what's going on over there now?
    Michael : You're not going to believe it. She's damn near naked making
me dinner. I shit you not.
    David : Hot Damn Mike, you've hit the pussy jackpot over there. Cold
frigid wife ditches you with a kid that's hot as hell!
    Michael : I know, I know. It just still feels wrong, you
know?
    David : I know, but she's not related. You need to nail that fine
untouched ass before some snot-nosed punk does.
     
    Then
     
    David : Well? What's going on over there? Boning her yet?
    Michael : She couldn't finish the show. She's napping in my lap while
I rub her neck.
    David : Oh so close, eh?
    Michael : Makes my dick twitch just seeing her mouth that close,
David. I don't think I can take much more of this.
     
    And that was it. I didn't
know what to think for a few moments. Here was the man that
virtually had been my father for the past few years talking about
me being hot. Discussing the "pussy jackpot" and how his dick
twitches thinking of my mouth next to his cock. I wanted to be
upset. I wanted to be shocked and disgusted.
     
    I was more turned on than I
had ever been in my life.
     
     
    I heard him get out of the
shower so I put the phone back in the same spot I found it and went
to the opposite couch and pretended to read.
     
    "Honey have you seen my...oh
nevermind there it is" as he picked it up and went on throughout
the house doing his morning routine texting away as I was left to
wonder what he was telling David now.
     

 
    That afternoon after lunch
was cleared, he wanted to let me know he hadn't forgot about the
ice cream.
     
    "Go put on some clothes and
we'll hit the Sundae Factory and split one of those monster 20
scoop sundaes", he said.
     
    "Will do, give me a sec", I
said with a grin. I loved knowing things he didn't think I knew. I
could tease and torment him a little, and he'd never even realize
it.
     
    I came out of my room in
knee high boots, thigh high socks, short plaid mini skirt, and a
white tee. Let the games begin.
     
    "Ready!" I yelled, grabbing
my purse and heading out the door. I could already see Michael
adjusting himself as he grabbed his keys.
     
    I bent over and threw my
stuff in the back seat of the car, making sure Michael saw that I
was wearing a thong. My asscheeks proudly on display until he got
to the driver's side, then I sat down. The uncomfortable look on
his face was priceless, daring me to keep pushing the
envelope.
     
    We arrived outside the
Sundae Factory and had to wait briefly outside while they got us a
table, Michael texting away again. Finally after about ten minutes,
we were shown to our booth and he put away his cell phone. It was
time to put the plan into