Free My Boyfriend's Daddy (Humiliation Cuckolding Erotica) by Kyra Keeley

My boyfrie nd of three years Dean, his step dad Mr. Warren, and myself were all looking forward to spending the summer together before we all parted ways.
    Dean and I just graduated from high school and were going to different parts of the country to embark on our adult lives at college.
    It’s weird that I want to spend just as much time with Mr. Warren, Dean’s dad, but he has been such a big part of our lives. He was always there to help us out. He was also the laid back parent, the one you could actually could go to with your problems.
    Another thing about Dean’s dad , is that he looks really good for his age. Ever since I laid eyes on him, I’ve had kind of a secret crush on him. He is pretty much like Dean, but just more wise, mature, and even a little funnier. Embarrassing to admit, but his wide manly physique was also more attractive. Also, from what I have been able to tell, um, I don’t know how to say this—he is very hung. On many occasions, I’ve had to pull my eyes away from his midsection before getting caught.
    To kick off the summer, and fully embrace our freedom, Dean and I decided to go to a big music festival eight hours away in Chicago. We bought the tickets months ago in anticipation of seeing our favorite bands, having a few nights away from our boring old hometown, and visiting a big city we had never been too.
    Then it turns out that some old school band that Dean’s Dad loved when he was a kid was headlining the festival. So, it was only natural to let him come along. Like I said, he is so chill that you don’t have to worry about him judging you. Hell, he was the first person to buy us alcohol and the first pot we smoked came from his dresser.
    While waiting , with graduation and all, the time flew by and it was finally the night before. We all enthusiastically packed our bags.  Dean and I furiously texted each other back and forth about how excited we were.
    We set out on a Friday morning.  We were going to spend three nights listening to music, getting high, sleeping in a tent, and basically just unabashedly taking in life. And do this we did.
    It was so hot , I was wearing a bikini top the whole weekend surrounded by thousands of people. I danced half naked for hours in a sea of people enjoying every second. The music was good, and so loud, that I probably won’t be able to hear until fall. Dean and I slept in the same sleeping bag every night, slowly and quietly fucking ourselves to sleep next to his dad. Luckily, Mr. Warren did not seem to notice, or if he did, he did not really mind it.
    All good things come to an end, and after the headliner of the last night we had to say so long to the good times.
    Or did we?
    Mr. Warren had to work the Monday after the festival, absolutely no way around it, so we had to come home that night despite how tired we all were. Dean and I were okay with that, because, we both really wanted him to go and this was the exception we had to make. So, Dean and I made the pledge to drive the eight hours home while he slept for work.
    We all had a great time and we’re kind of delirious from the all the heat and dancing earlier that day. However, we stuck to our plan and piled into the car with our game plan for staying awake in mind. Dean had his “driving music,” and several cans of an energy drink called Electrocute ready to go, and I had a book light and my crossword puzzles. Unfortunately, I promised to keep Dean awake, so I have to stay alert and make sure we all get home safe and sound.
    Even after the first can of Electrocute, about a half hour away from the festival grounds, Dean was looking very sleepy while Dean’s Dad and I were still running on post festival adrenaline. I was yelling out my cross word questions over Dean’s blaring music and Mr. Warren racked his brain to help.
    I was getting so into figuring them out, that while sitting in the center of the back seat, I pulled my legs up to my chest, so I could better scribble in the