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IAN(18) SHOWS HIS DAD’S GIRLFRIEND WHY HE ALWAYS SITS WITH A CUSHION ON HIS LAP
© 2016 Kirstie Taylor
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“Winnie?” he said, the throb in his dick getting stronger.
Ian gave a big sigh.
“What is it?” asked his dad’s girlfriend.
“I…I don’t really know how to say this.”
“I…I need to talk to somebody about it and…”
Ian took a deep breath.
“I…I can’t bear it no more,” he said.
“You can’t bear what no more?”
“Surely you must have noticed.”
“Noticed what? You’re not making much sense, Ian.”
“That I always sit with a cushion on my lap.”
Winnie looked at the cushion on the boy’s lap.
“Oh…er…No, I haven’t,” she said. “Well, yes I suppose I have but I’ve never taken any notice of it.”
Ian’s dick was throbbing more than ever now that he’d brought Winnie’s attention to the cushion. This was just making the situation worse. His cock was feeling sexier than ever but the sexy tingles were now driving him insane.
Needless to say, the boy had gone quite red.
“Are you ok?” asked Winnie, noticing how flushed the boy was.
She touched his forehead.
The physical contact only made the boy’s dick twitch even more under the cushion.
“Do you want to go and lie down?” Winnie asked, concerned.
“No, I’ll be all right.”
Winnie took her fingers away from the boy’s forehead. She picked up the TV magazine and started fanning him with it.
“You do know why I always sit with a cushion on my lap, don’t you?”
Winnie put the TV magazine down.
“I’m sorry,” Ian said. “I can’t cope with it no more.”
“What? The cushion? Well take it off then.”
Ian did just that. He took the cushion off his lap and pointed to his tented jeans.
“This is why I always keep it on my lap,” he said, hot sexy tingles rushing through his body as he showed his tented jeans to dad’s girlfriend.
Winnie’s eyes were bigger than dinner plates.
Ian felt incredibly sexy showing his dad’s girlfriend that he had a boner in his jeans. He wasn’t showing her because he was being a pervert or anything like that. He was showing her simply because he had to show somebody. But now that he was showing her he couldn’t deny that he was feeling incredibly sexy and naughty. His face was now as red as a beetroot, or indeed as red as the bell end that was throbbing inside the stretched denim.
The right thing to do at this very moment would be to put the cushion back on to his lap. He’d done what he’d wanted to do, show his dad’s girlfriend his ‘problem’, so there was no need for him to just sit there showing it to her. But no, he didn’t put the cushion back; he just sat there with his legs apart and his hot dick pounding against the clinging denim.