When Your GF Meets Your Dad

There are only a few times in a boy's life where he feels both unmitigated pride and terrifying anxiety at the same time. Introducing your girlfriend to your parents, and a serious girlfriend at that, is one such time, and Roger Mason was sweating as he thought of his parents' reaction. He'd told them they were coming, but nothing else, preferring to keep the identity of his mystery girlfriend a secret.

"Roger, are you alright? Your leg is twitching like you're about to go running," Seo-Yeong said.

Roger smiled gently at her and reached for her hand to wrap their fingers together. They were walking through the neighborhood, and the sunshine was beating down on them. It was a quiet part of the city, well-known for being where the comfortably high middle-classes tended to have their homes. It was the kind of neighborhood where the trees were well-manicured, and where you could still ride a bike on the street without worrying about being run down by a careless driver.

"I'm alright, just a little nervous. You know, they're going to be meeting you for the first time."

"I know. It's why I dressed up," she said. Roger looked his girlfriend up and down. It had taken her a few hours, but it had all been absolutely worth it. She wore a flattering red blouse and flower-patterned skirt which, while modest, still accentuated the curves of her chest, waist, and hips.

She was particularly proud of her butt and legs, both the product of years in the gym, and her long black hair, which hung all the way down to the small of her back. Beyond just her body, she was cute as a button, and today wore a glossy pink lipstick that made her eminently kissable.

"I'm looking forward to meeting them. If they're anything like you, I'm sure I'll like them. Honestly, I'm a little nervous about how much they're going to like me. Never met a boyfriend's parents before," she said, blushing. "But I do kind of need to pee as soon as we get there."

He snickered. Seeing her like this made him feel foolish. He'd kept her hidden from his parents for months out of some deep, unspoken insecurity. He'd never been good with girls, he was either too awkward or too serious or too something-or-other, but not with Seo-Yeong. She'd always made him feel so comfortable, so safe, and being with her just felt right. It was beyond just the physical attraction, having her in his life was like a long-missing piece had been found. He still looked fondly back at their first weeks of dating, and how nervous he'd been around her.

"Yeah, I don't know why I felt worried. They're going to like you. They liked all the girlfriends my brothers brought over in the past, and one of them turned out to be a felon."

"At the time?"

"Yeah, but my brother said since it was white collar crime it barely counted because, in his words, it wasn't like she'd kidnapped anyone."

"Ah," Seo-Yeong nodded. "That's... an interesting logic."

They were in front of Roger's parents' house, a modernist home that had a garden path leading to the front door. Despite Seo-Yeong's assurance, Roger still found himself sweating, and not just from the heat. They walked together hand in hand to the heavy front door, and Roger pushed the ringer. He could hear its timbre echoing behind the door. He could imagine his father in his private office, or his mother napping on the couch. In the future, he could imagine Seo-Yeong lounging by the backyard pool, sharing a drink with him. God, he thought, she'd probably look fantastic in a bikini.

"Seo-Yeong, I," he started, before being cut off by a sudden sound.

The lock on the door unlatched and the the door itself swung open.

A tall man with greying hair stepped out. Despite the color, and a few wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, he carried himself with youthful vigor, and the definition of his chest and shoulders was easily visible under his yellow fitness shirt. He seemed a man from a completely different family than any Roger might have come from, all muscles and sharp angles, with a high, superior face.

"Roger," the man said, with a surprisingly tender voice, stepping forward to take him in a hug. "Big guy, it's good to see you again. It's been too long, you're been driving your mom crazy."

"Hi, Dad," Roger said. His father had a broad smile and kind, blue eyes, and despite his nervousness, he was mostly glad to see him. His father had always been a powerful force in his childhood, moving from one activity to another with relentless energy. Roger had heard him say more than once that his favorite American president was Theodore Roosevelt, and he embodied a part of his spirit in his activity and appetites.

"Oh, yeah," his father said, backing a step away. "Sorry, Rog', I was working out in the garage and I guess I'm a little musky,"he said. His father's eyes quickly jumped over to Seo-Yeong.

"Oh, Dad, sorry, this-"

"I'm Reynard. Roger's father. How do you do, miss?" he said. His voice took on a noticeably deeper tone, and there were almost imperceptible changes in his body language. His back straightened, his chest puffed out, and his eyes narrowed. He was taller than Roger by a good few inches, and he absolutely towered over Seo-Yeong. "What's your name, girl?"

Seo-Yeong was silent, her whole body frozen as she looked up at Reynard. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only let out a scratchy sound, as though the words refused to come. Roger waited a moment, then nudged her as her trance remained unbroken.

"Babe, are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, yes. Oh, God, I don't know what happened to me just now, I guess I spaced out there for a moment," she said, breaking out into giggles as her face turned red. Roger shifted on the balls of his feet, saw how her eyes seemed to flit from his father and then back to the ground, embarrassed, but for what reason he couldn't say. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Mason."

"It's no problem at all. It's a pleasure to meet you. And you can just call me Reynard" he said, offering a hand to Seo-Yeong. His hand enveloped hers and, without letting go, brought her over the threshold. "You look like a little flushed. Do you need water?"

"No, but a bathroom would be nice."

"Say no more. Rog', I'll show her the guest bathroom, you go say 'hi' to Mom," his father said, and he quickly dashed up the nearest stairs with Seo-Yeong in hand. "Sonia, Roger's back!" his father yelled in his deep, echoing voice.

Roger followed in behind them. The house, despite its restrained front, was quite large, and extended out in every direction from an open foyer.

Despite living relatively nearby, he'd made a point of only returning home once or twice a year. He felt it made him more independent, like it made college his entry into adulthood rather than an extension of high school. One of his older brothers had spent all of college living at home, and when he graduated, he lost his mind and ran away to live in a commune in Thailand, about as far away as he could physically get.

The house was just as it was the last time he'd visited, warm and cozy, and covered in pictures of him and his brothers, his father proudly standing next to him at an old Christmas, his smiling mother in the hospital with Roger's eldest brother as a baby in her arms, all laid out so that the house was like a history of the family.

It was a safe place, and it made Roger smile. All the old, silly fears were banished, and he was suddenly giddily excited to introduce Seo-Yeong to his family, and maybe even make her a part of it one day. He saw a picture on the wall of his brother's wedding to his own wife, and he briefly imagined himself in the same scene, him in his tux, and Seo-Yeong in a flowing white wedding dress. Just the thought of it made his stomach flutter.

"Is that my boy?" Roger heard a voice from the other room call out. A moment later, his mother, Sonia, rushed in. She was a gorgeous woman, an obvious fit for a man like Reynard, shapely and bouncy in ways that drew stares from other married men, her tan skin mostly unmarred by wrinkles, mitigated only by her look of being always busy, with her hair tied in a bun and an apron for either her pottery studio or her garden or any of the other hobbies she indulged in. Her hands were covered in white chalk today, and she gingerly hugged him while avoiding touching him with her palms.

"So, where's this young lady?" She asked after the first wave of motherly hugs was finished. "I'll need to apologize for being such a mess, we weren't expecting you 'til later."

"Dad brought her in, she needed to pee and he said he'd show her the guest bathroom, and I guess he was going to freshen up. He was absolutely rank."

"Oh, God, well I've told him to use the outdoor shower by the pool after working out, but you know he never listens. Instead he has to drag his sweaty stink all around the house, making it smell like a boys' locker room."

"That sounds like Dad."

"Well," his mother said. She smiled and hugged him again. "I'll go freshen up, too, then. I need to seal all the plaster first in the studio, though. There are some muffins in the kitchen for you if you're hungry. Oh, Roger, I'm so excited to meet her."

Roger smiled back, giddiness spreading throughout his body. "I'm excited for her to meet you, too."

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"So, my son's the guy you've been seeing all this time, huh? Small world," Reynard said. He was sitting on the toilet in the furthest guest bathroom, kept near the back of the house with a view of the pool from above. It was also separated from the rest of the house by a small corridor, and the combination of a thick door and ventilation fan made it all but soundproofed.

Seo-Yeong was kneeling in front of him, her head bobbing up and down, her face obscured by her long hair. Her hands gripped Reynard's thighs, spreading them apart. Her skirt was off, and her sky blue panties were exposed to the world.

She looked up at him, her mascara already starting to run slightly from the exertion of taking him down her throat. Reynard put a hand on her cheek and gave her a gentle slap, running his thumb along her cheekbone.

"Does he know you're this much of a slut for his old man's cock?"

Seo-Yeong's knees buckled as his touch sent a surge of heat down to her clit, and her response was muffled as she pushed herself down, to take him as deep in her throat as possible.

"What was that? I can't hear you with my cock in your mouth," Reynard said, his voice a whisper. Seo-Yeong finally pulled her head back, a strand of drool still linking the head of Reynard's cock to her still-glistening, pink lips. She could see where she'd left bright pink kiss marks on Reynard's abs and inner thighs, and a ring of smeared pink lipstick left marking how deep she'd taken his cock. She still couldn't quite take him all the way to the hilt, but she was getting closer, she noted.

"I didn't know. All the time we've been together he never mentioned you, and I never asked you for your last name." she said, and pressed her nose against the base of Reynard's cock, breathing in the musky scent of his heavy balls. The scent filled her nostrils and she moaned slightly, reaching down to touch her aching wet cunt. "God, you smell fucking amazing. You're a real bad guy, you know? The moment I saw in that door, do you know how hard it was to not lift your shirt off and lick the sweat off your chest? Fuck, just catching a whiff of you made me need a change of panties."

She opened her mouth and took one of his balls in her mouth, gently sucking him and eliciting a groan from Reynard. She could feel him twitching in her mouth, and she giggled as she let his ball slip out to dangle in the air.

"Aw, did that get to you just now? When was the last time you came? Don't tell it was the last time we saw each other," she smiled up at him. Reynard looked down at her and smirked.

"Don't get cocky just cause you made a ball move. It's been a while, but it's not like you're going to get me off that easy," he said. He bent over to pick her up by the waist, and lifted her up so that she was straddling him on the toilet seat.

"Hold on," Seo-Yeong mumbled. "I still need to piss," she said. Reynard chuckled. His meaty hand slithered around her thigh to hook a finger around the elastic of her panty. He pulled it aside, and Seo-Yeong moaned at the feeling of her wetness sticking to the panty fabric, like thin glue. Reynard nodded at her and she relaxed, pissing into the same toilet bowl he sat on, her exposed pussy less than an inch from his stiff and spittle-covered cock. They locked eyes, and she broke contact first.

"Stop, it makes me too horny when you look at me like that and I can't finish."

"I'll look away then," Reynard said. To his own credit, his hands didn't wander across her body until the last of her stream was done, and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"My wife'll be getting cleaned up after her time in the studio, but even Roger will start to think something's up if you're in here for too long. We've got maybe six minutes with the right excuse."

"That's enough time for me," Seo-Yeong said. She angled herself forward, rising slightly on the balls of her feet. The head of Reynard's cock was red and throbbing, and she rubbed herself back to wetness in a matter of seconds. She wanted him in her mouth again, but her pussy was aching to be filled too much to not indulge. "Don't know about you, though, maybe you'll have to go a little longer without cumming."

"Now who's being mean?" Reynard said. He slid his hands around to grip her ass and squeeze her flesh in his hand. Seo-Yeong's breathing was ragged as she teased the head of his cock, giving it a gooey kiss with her labia and dragging it across her sensitive clit. When the feeling of teasing became unbearable for her, she slowly lowered herself, Reynard's hard prick parting her lips and gently forcing apart her inner walls.

A shiver ran across her whole body and she threw her hair back.

"Damn, I really needed that stretched-out feeling," she said, slowly raising her hips and letting them sink again, meeting Reynard's close gaze.

"My son isn't good enough for you?" he said, smirking at her reddening face. "You never blush like that for me."

"Oh, stop."

"You don't like him?"

"Oh, no, I like him. More than like him. He's very... sweet," she said, looking for the correct word. "I've never met anyone like him. He's sweet, and caring, and he listens to me. He's considerate, and he didn't just try to fuck after the first date."

"So nothing like me?" Reynard chuckled. Seo-Yeong kissed him, her tongue sliding past his lips to explore his mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each other, and she let herself drool into Reynard's mouth, which he lapped up. She began to move her hips more quickly, the feeling of being on a timer keeping her fire hot and blazing.

"You're different. I knew I needed you to fuck me the moment I saw you in that bar," she said.

"You flatter me," Reynard said. He moved his hands back to Seo-Yeong's waist to support her as she intensified the speed of her hips. She could hear his breathing becoming more labored, and her own moans, low and fast, started to fill the bathroom. It wasn't just Reynard's length or even his girth. Everything about it was perfect for her. Every single thrust seemed to hit the exact spot she needed to bring herself to climax.

"You're getting close. I can tell," Reynard said. "You always think you have a one up on me, but don't forget, I was the one who saw you first. I was the one who thought I needed to see you come on my cock if it was the last thing I did."

"You dirty old man," she mumbled word by word in between gasps for air. The slapping sound of Reynard's thighs against hers was drowning out every other sense, and the fullness in her cunt seemed to spread to the rest of her body. Reynard took one hand and moved it to her cunt, his thumb rubbing at her clit in quick circles. Every touch made her want to scream, and she could feel the orgasm inside her building up, preparing to burst out in every direction.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Both Reynard and Seo-Yeong froze. Time seemed agonizingly slow as they waited to see if the knock was real or simply imagined. She looked at him with wide eyes, and he nodded his head to the door.

"Y-Yes?" Seo-Yeong said, then cleared her throat. "Sorry, who is it?"

"It's Roger, uh, just checking in on you. I was going to go out to the pool for a moment. Is everything alright in there?"

"Yep, everything's great, Babe," she said. She looked at Reynard, who rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I thought I needed to pee, but then my stomach started to hurt, so I think I'm going to be in here for a while."

"Oh, well, you have your cell phone. I'm going to be downstairs by the pool, so just wave at me if you need anything. Do you want a Tums or something?"

"No, no, that's alright.. Hopefully I won't be here too much longer."

"Alright," Roger said. Then, in a more halting voice, as if gathering courage, "Love you, Babe." Seo-Yeong froze again. Her mouth hung open and she grimaced, but then gritted her teeth before speaking.

"Love you, too," she said. She and Reynard stopped breathing, and did not release the tension in their bodies until they heard the footsteps beyond the door disappear.

"Shit, that was close," Reynard said. He touched Seo-Yeong's chin and brought her mouth close to his. "'Love you, too?' Think you could say the same thing to me?"

She kissed him savagely, pulling back with his lower lip between her teeth.

"That was the first time I ever said the L-word to a boy. I made a promise to myself that I would only say it when I mean it. So, no, I won't say it to you, I don't love you," she said, standing up. "I love your cock."

She stood in front of the window looking over the backyard and pool. The pool was modestly sized, but a luxury given the tight confines of the neighborhood, with high hedges to afford privacy from potential nosey neighbors and a small gazebo to offer some protection from the sun. She arched her back and wiggled her butt, making each cheek bounce up. Years of working out had made it one of her defining features, and her individual muscle control was excellent.

"Fine by me." Reynard stood up and approached her from behind, slapping his cock on either cheek, splashing her back with a spurt of pre-cum.

"You were close, weren't you?" he said, he ran his hand down to feel her pussy, pulling back a finger coated in her slickness.

"I was getting there," Seo-Yeong said. "Nobody can see you from down there, right?"

"No one. The angle is too sharp, and we have blinds, just in case."

"Mm," she moaned. Her hands moved back to spread her cheeks, her pussy quivering as she felt her lips open once more. Reynard put a hand on top of hers as the head of his cock pressed against her entrance again. Her legs trembled at his first thrust. Reynard immediately pressed deep into her now that she'd been warmed up, filling her up to the breaking point.

"Is he down there?" Reynard asked. He was setting the pace now, slamming his hips into her ass, bucking like a wild animal.

"I see him," Seo-Yeong said. "He's by one of the chairs. Oh, he's waving at me," she said, waving back at him while a rasping moan escaped her throat. She could see Roger, smiling, a muffin in his hand, looking up at her for another moment before turning to face the pool. She looked around for blinds and pulled them shut, bending over further as Reynard rutted her like an animal.

"Fuck, your pussy feels tight from this angle," he said. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the top of her luscious ass and keeping her back arched. "Dirty fucking girl."

Every thrust brought out Seo-Yeong's coquettish voice, and her hands reached up to the wall to give herself support.

"What's wrong? Can't a girl want to fuck a guy twice her age and not give a damn what anyone thinks about it? Can't a girl just say that she wants to find a cock that fits her, and that'll fill her up whenever she needs it?"

Reynard groaned again, his thrusts becoming more intense as she felt him stiffen even further. He smacked her ass once, making her whole body shiver. His orgasm was coming, she could feel it. She was close, too, she could tell she was already starting to convulse in preparation to milk him dry. Her orgasms rarely came all at once, but rather there were signs, like a volcano's rumblings before the eruption.

"You're on birth control, right?" Reynard whispered in a husky voice.

Seo-Yeong looked behind her and cast him a sly, devilish smirk. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You know I'll never tell."

Reynard's whole body clenched, Seo-Yeong's words acting like a code phrase to bring him immediately over the edge. His hands scrambled to find something to grab onto, one reaching for her belly, the other roughly pinching at her breast through her bra. The feeling of hot cum spurting inside of her made her orgasm follow close behind, and she could feel her every muscle tightening around him, locking each other together as Reynard emptied himself inside of her. He often came hard, but this time was different, and the stream of cum felt unending as Reynard groaned into her ear.

Coming with Reynard always turned her into a whimpering, gooey mess, and this time was no different. As much as she tried to be the dominant one, to be the one holding the leash on their affair, it was hard to feel that way when he was pumping her so full of seed that she could feel him leaking out and running down her leg. Her whole body seemed to be twisting under the throes of pleasure, and she covered her mouth with both hands to stifle the moan of climax from reaching anyone outside the bathroom window.

When Reynard finally pulled out of her, the last of Seo-Yeong's leg strength failed, and her knees buckled under her, bringing her down to the floor. She could feel him dripping out of her, and the high of orgasm lingered, dreamlike. They regarded each other, Reynard standing over her, cock still dripping with their mixed fluids, her own pussy still gushing the same. They had recreated this scene countless times, in dozens of locations, and it had always ended with the both of them utterly spent.

Then, mechanically, the two set about cleaning up. Reynard helped her to her feet and set about cleaning up the cum that had now been spread on her legs and the floor, while she looked at her makeup in the mirror. Her mascara needed adjustment, as did her lipstick.

"I'll take a quick shower in the master bath," Reynard said. Seo-Yeong nodded as she re-applied her makeup, smacking her glossy lips together.

"Does anything look off?" She asked, putting her skirt back on and straightening out the wrinkles.

"Perfect. No one would be able to tell you just had your brains fucked out," he said. She looked at him and rolled her eyes. He was buttoning his shirt back, and she caught another whiff of his sweaty scent.

"You should bottle that smell," she said, then blushed slightly. She gave him a gentle kiss on the neck, leaving a faint mark. His hand went to where she kissed him, and he ran his other hand through his hair. A part of her already wanted to fuck him again, to feel him stretching her out.

Reynard smiled again, this time a little more bittersweetly.

"I think you should go down first," he said, looking away from her as her as he adjusted his pants. She nodded, suddenly downcast for reasons she couldn't explain.

She opened the door slowly, looking out for any sign of either Roger or his mother. Seeing and hearing no one, she moved quickly, half-running down the hall to put as much distance between her and the guest bathroom as possible.

Once she'd emerged from the house into the sunshine of the backyard pool, she snuck up on Roger as he lounged on a chair, and gave him a peck on the cheek. He reached up to take her hand in his.

"You were up there a long time. Was everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah, you know how my stomach gets sometimes when we eat greasy food, it was probably that pizza from last night" she said. "Your dad showed me where it was, though, so that was helpful."

"Where is he now?"

"He said he was going to shower and change," she said, and breathed a small sigh of relief as Roger nodded and rose to pull another chair close to his. She took the chair with a smile and watched the sunlight dance on the surface of the pool. She felt remarkably calm and relaxed, though she felt a nagging sense of what she thought must have been guilt. She reached out to take Roger's hand, and he obliged. Roger was a nice boy. And she did love him, she knew that in her heart. But he just lacked...

"Is this the girl?! How did my son pull a beauty like this?" Seo-Yeong heard a voice say, and she slipped the mask of the nervous girlfriend back on. She rose to greet Sonia and go through the motions of a first encounter with a boy's mother.

When Reynard finally returned, freshly showered, he hung on the outskirts of the group of Seo-Yeong, Roger, and Sonia, mixing himself a drink and occasionally calling over to offer his opinion on the topic of discussion. Talk went on until dinner time, when Reynard offered steaks and fired up the grill. Roger was sitting with Sonia when Seo-Yeong approached him.

"How do you like your steak?"

"Medium rare."

"Good girl."

They watched the fire in silence. She nudged closer to him. She had a beer in one hand, and her other hand was hanging loose at her side. She swayed slightly until her finger brushed up against his. Reynard moved subtly, his pinkie finger hooking onto hers, out of sight of Roger and Sonia.

They stood there, watching the meat bleed as it cooked over the fire, and didn't let go until Reynard called that dinner was served.

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The cab ride back to Roger's apartment was pleasant. The late evening wind was cool, and he asked the driver if he could lower the window to let the wind blow through his hair. It had a relaxing effect on him, dispelling the lingering headiness of the alcohol from dinner. Seo-Yeong was leaning against him, breathing softly, already fast asleep. He brushed aside a long strand of her hair that had fallen across her face and simply admired her. Even slightly flushed from the alcohol, she was still strikingly beautiful. That she had gotten along so well with his parents only made her more so.

When they arrived at the apartment, he picked her up in a bridal carry and brought her inside. The campus apartment was spacious enough for a ratty couch, and he laid her down on it gingerly. The slight movement woke her up, and she looked up at him with bleary, red eyes.

"Sorry, Seo-Yeong. It's alright, sleep," Roger said. Seo-Yeong extended her arms, beckoning him down. She kissed him, and brought him closer to give him a light nibble on the ear.

"Thank you for inviting me today," she said.

"No worries. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and that you got along so well with my parents," he said, suddenly blushing. She had a frighteningly alluring look with her eyes half-closed, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment at how hard he was suddenly getting. "And actually, I was thinking of going up to my parents' house more often. They said you could drop in any time, too, if you wanted to use the pool."

Seo-Yeong's face blanked for a moment, but it was soon replaced by a smile as she hooked her hand behind Roger's neck.

"I think I'd like that very much. Love you, Roger..." she said, her eyes drooping shut as she fell back to sleep. Roger chuckled, and removed her hand from the back of his neck, resting it gently on her chest. He made a note to shower in the morning.

"Love you, too, Babe."

As he lied in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted to the events of the day, but kept revolving around the moment when his father had opened the door. There had been something strange, but he couldn't place it. His father was a gregarious man, and somewhat intimidating, but there was something else there, something he couldn't quite place his finger on. He pushed those thoughts away. It was just lingering anxiety, like bad indigestion, he convinced himself.

That was all it was, all it could be, probably a part of his own character flaws that had driven away every other woman who'd entered his life. He swore, then, that he would not let them drive away Seo-Yeong. She loved him, and he loved her, and by God, he wasn't going to let his own fears destroy what he had found.

When sleep finally did take him, his dreams were restless.

End of Part 1

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