You were just past thirty when you lost your wife. Sebastien has told me about it many times, the loss of his mother when he was just 11 years old. It took a toll on the both of you, but you rallied and made it work. For his sake, you doubled down and spent almost every waking hour making money and tending to the chores around the house. All so that your son could live as much of a charmed, normal life as he would have if your wife hadn't died. Long hours with barely a day off, and every cent poured into this boy's future, in loving memory of the mother he had lost.

And it worked. By 18, he was a popular guy with a rich social life. By 20 he had graduated top of his class, and earned a scholarship to one of the more prestigious colleges on the east coast. That same year you moved out to live closer to him. His success was your success, and as he got older, he doted on you as much as you doted on him. A happy little family of two.

So what changed? I guess it's my fault, although I don't know if I should feel ashamed or not. When I started dating Sebastien, he told me all of these things, about the hardships you'd both gone through, about the loss of your wife to a freak accident, and how much you had sacrificed to give him the best chance at a normal life as possible. My heart ached for him and the loss of his mother, and it ached for you, as well. The feelings got no less when you welcomed me into the family with open arms, as warm and loving as any parent had any right to be.

And as time passed, we got closer. I spent Spring Break with you and Seb in your apartment, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas. More than just Sebastien's girlfriend, I felt like your own daughter, and soon enough it had gotten to the point where you and I would spend time together even when Sebastien was busy. You treated me like the perfect gentleman, never questioning or commenting on my choices, never second-guessing my beliefs, and never once letting it show how much you were hurting.

Not until that night, at least. That night, late in July, when we kissed for the first time.

Things get blurry for me. Sebastien had already passed out, weary from a long day of studying and a late night of drinking. But rather than join him in bed, I stayed up. I stayed up, and we talked, and we drank, and we talked some more. And eventually we stopped talking and started kissing instead. And it felt good. More than good, it felt right.

How long ago is that now? A few months? We still haven't told him. I don't know what it would do to him, and truth be told, I do love him. I love your son with all my heart. But I love you, too. And when I feel your body move against mine, it gives me pleasure unlike anything Sebastien has ever given me. It makes me forget just what an awful thing it is we are doing, and it fills me with joy instead. Joy, because I am finally giving you what you have been missing for so many years. I could never be your wife, or give you what she gave you. But I can give you something else instead. I can give you relief.

Which is how we arrived here. You, flat on your back, with your thick, hard cock jutting up into the air, and me, slender and naked, straddling your chest and arching my back while my lips work slowly up and down your shaft. Your hands are groping and kneading my ass, and I can feel your warm breath on my skin as you peck kiss after kiss across my wet pussy and up to my tender asshole. The taste of your precum is strong and sweet on my tongue, and it mixes with the scent of your cock, that musky, salty, masculine fragrance. Every time I blow you, I feel like I am getting a little bit better at it; better at taking you deep, better at wrapping my gums over my teeth to protect your sensitive length. You are experienced in a way that I am not, and that, too, turns me on. You know how to make love to a woman. And you know how to fuck. Two distinct disciplines, as you've taught me.

I moan as your tongue begins to circle around my asshole, and then again as it presses against the tender little muscle in a bid to press inside. You love my ass, just like I love your cock, and you never miss an opportunity to show it. Kneading, groping fingers squeeze my cheeks and pull them apart, allowing you even deeper access to my ass, and I shiver and give another muffled moan around your cock as you press the tip of your tongue inside of me. Powerful. Possessive, almost. As if to remind me who this ass belongs to.

And it is yours. It's the one rule I've set, aside from the one where we won't tell your son. I will suck your cock and swallow your cum, but I will not let you fuck my pussy, with or without a condom. The fear of getting pregnant with my boyfriend's father, no matter how minuscule, is too harrowing to imagine. So you get my ass instead. To lick and to tease, to fuck and to breed with every pent-up drop of your cum. Sebastien has never had my ass, and I doubt he ever will. He has never asked to, at any rate. But you? You have lubed me up and spread me open more times than I can count, until I was shaking and screaming out one orgasm after the other. Until your cum rested deep inside of me, and your firm, gorgeous body collapsed on top of me with an orgasmic sigh of pleasure.

That's what's coming tonight. I can feel it in the way your fingers are gripping me, and in the way you are neglecting my clit in favor of grinding your tongue into my ass. Your cock is throbbing hard, and so thick that I can barely fit it in my mouth, and already my legs are quivering from the thought of having you inside of me. Of feeling your hands pulling my ass down onto your lap, until that thick, rock-hard cock is buried to the hilt inside my tight, quivering body.

What would he think, your son, if he saw you now? With half your cock buried in his girlfriend's mouth, and your hand laying smack after hard, teasing smack across her ass? How much would it break him, I wonder? How much ruin could our senseless tryst really cause?

But he won't know. He is twenty miles away, sleeping in his dorm room. He has a big test tomorrow. He needed his peace and quiet to prepare.

Your cock pops out of my mouth, and smacks against your belly with a wet slap. I'm panting, gasping for air. Pleasure courses through me.

"I want it," I whisper. You just hum in response. You know. You know.

A college boy named Sebastien lives his life, blissfully unaware that his dad and his girlfriend are having raw, ball-slapping anal sex on the regular behind his back. Will he find out? Will the emotional bond between girlfriend and Dad blossom into something more? Will all come to ruin as a consequence of these two and their reckless affair? Let's write to find out. :3

For this RP, I am interested primarily in these kinks:

• Anal (duh)
• Oral (blowjobs and ass-eating)
• Female chastity (possibly orgasm denial)
• Emotionally invested infidelity
• Spanking
• Oral and anal creampies (yum!)

On the contrary, I am not really looking for a "daddy dom" or similar BDSM-themed D/s dynamic. The bond between these two characters is one of mutual attraction despite the taboo of it, but I'd really just like a guy who can be the 'top' without having to resort to outright dominance. You know, like most people fuck, without an overt power dynamic.

If you are interested, please write me a PM with your thoughts on the RP and where we should start. Please do not simply jump into a reply, and do not send me a chat message; I ignore those. It's always nice if you'll introduce yourself, but there's no need for a lengthy paragraph describing yourself; this is fiction, so your real-life stats are of very little interest to me. Just focus on the roleplay, and what you think could be interesting to explore together. :3