Connor was in that once in a lifetime sweet spot. He was 32 years old, which meant he was both old enough to date cougars, and young enough to date 20-somethings without being creepy. He wasn’t much interested in fellow 30-something year olds — they were on the marriage and baby track, something he wanted nothing of.
That’s when he met Marissa, a 51 year old woman who looked like she was closer to her 30s. Marissa was insatiable after a recent divorce. All she wanted to do was fuck. Connor and Marissa spent tons of time together. They went on road trips. They went on hikes. She wanted to fuck in every position, and in every location possible. Changing room. Starbucks bathroom. On the side of the road. In the woods behind a boulder while other hikers passed by.
She craved cum. She swallowed it as often as possible. And since she was a little older, the risk of pregnancy was no longer an issue. So condoms became a thing of the past. Connor fucked her as often as possible, relishing in the beauty of the creampie. He loved cumming in her. He loved watching his load drip out of her cunt in the woods while they giggled as others walked past, having no idea what was happening on the other side of that boulder.
Sometimes, Marissa would dig her finger into her cunt and scoop the cum out, slurping it down. And then, they’d continue on with their hike. She often carried a pocket sized vibrator with her so she could masturbate as they went on long road trips. After she would squirt all over his dashboard, she would lean over and suck his cock, gagging and fucking her mouth until he exploded down her throat.
And then … something awful happened. Summer approached and Marissa’s 21 year old daughter was coming home from college. He’d never met her, but he had seen photos and she was stunning. She was a tall woman with long brown hair, nice tits, a great ass, and that bullnose septum piercing that made Connor weak in the knees. Her name was Bridgette, but people called her Bridge for short. And based on everything Marissa told Connor about her, she sounded absolutely perfect.
“I want you to meet Bridgette,” Marissa said, inviting Connor over for dinner one evening after she had returned from college.
The connection was instant. Marissa would have had to been blind AND deaf not to notice. They started sharing songs and memes, laughing hysterically. Marissa watched as Bridgette touched Connor’s arm in one particular giggle-fit over some stupid meme.
Connor didn’t realize, until later that evening on his ride home, how obvious the flirting was.
“Shit,” he said to himself. This was a conversation that he knew would happen and he braced for discomfort. Marissa was going to be hurt. How could she not? No matter how attractive she was, ego comes into play. She was older. Bridgette was younger. Was Connor losing interest in Marissa? Was he looking to “trade in for a younger model”? And how shitty if the younger model was her own daughter. Of course, Connor wouldn’t act on his desires to bend Bridgette over and fuck her senseless … but he’d be lying if he didn’t fantasize about it.
A few days later, Marissa texted. She said things had been super busy since Bridgette was home and she had a few hours of free time. But since Bridgette was at the house, she invited herself over to Connor’s.
“Here we go,” Connor thought to himself. She was coming over to either end things or to tell him to stay away from her precious little girl.
Instead, Marissa came over, pushed Connor onto the sofa, undressed and straddled him, riding him as quickly and as hard as she could, slamming her cock deep into her pussy.
“I need this cock,” she grunted as she scratched up his chest and pounded her pussy. “I need it so bad!”
Marissa fucked the shit out of Connor until he was shaking.
“I’m gonna cum!” He grunted.
Marissa slid off and dropped to her knee and leaned in, closing her eyes. He ejaculated all over his face, a thick puddle of sperm splattered onto her forehead and ran down her nose, dripping onto her tits as another rope shot over her eye and into her hair. A third and fourth rope landed on her tongue. She collapsed onto the floor and inched backwards into the chair in the living room, spreading her legs and masturbating until she came. She scooped the sperm from her face and licked it from her fingers.
“Fuck,” she said, giggling. “I needed that.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes. He shifted around uncomfortably until Marissa, ever aware of her surroundings, asked what was up.
“Nothing,” Connor said, his eyes shifting about rapidly. “Does Bridgette know that we’re … like, sleeping together?”
“I assume she does. I said you were mommy’s new fuck toy.”
“Jesus,” Connor said.
“I’m kidding. But I assume she knows. Why? Did she say something?”
“What? No, no,” Connor said. “It’s just … it feels a little … weird? I mean, I’m 32, you know? I’m in that sweet spot. I could be dating 20 year olds or 50 year olds.”
“What are you saying?” Marissa asked. “Are you asking if you can date my daughter?”
“NO!” Connor said, sort of lying. “No, no. Not at all. It just … I just mean … is it weird for Bridgette? I mean. I’m closer in age with her and yet I’m dating you, you know? Does it make her uncomfortable?”
“Ohhh,” Marissa said, buying his line. “That’s very sweet of you, but I don’t think she cares. She’s very progressive.”
“Ok,” he said. His phone lit up. It was a text from Bridgette. He decided to keep that information to himself. The truth was, Connor was falling for Bridgette. And she was falling for him, too. How would this play out? Would he date the mother and fuck the daughter? Would he dump the mother for the daughter? Would he lie to both of them? Would he hope they didn’t have a progressive relationship like they said—and neither one would admit they were sleeping with him? All scenarios seemed awful.
After Marissa washed up and left, he opened the message. It was from Bridgette.
“Did my mom to go your place to fuck you?”
“Yeah?” He wrote, unsure what to say.
“Oh. That sucks.”
“Why?” Connor asked.
“Cuz I like you.”
“I like you, too. But I donno how to do this, you know? If I told your mom that I was splitting up with her to date you, she would die. And how weird would that be? This is so awkward.”
“Well,” Bridgette said. “It’s not like you and I are going to get MARRIED. I’m only here for two months. A little less, even, cuz I’m going to do some traveling. We … could have some fun? No one has to find out.”
Connor got a knot in his stomach. A knot in his stomach, and a massive erection.
“I don’t know,” Connor said. “I obviously want to. You’re beautiful. But …”
“I get it. Well, if you change your mind, we’re having a BBQ tomorrow.”
It was strange that Marissa hadn’t invited him. Maybe this was some sort of test, to see if Bridgette would invite him. Either way, he wasn’t sure if it was a wise idea to go.
“I’ll suck your cock,” Bridgette offered.
“I’ll be there,” Connor wrote back.
Already, his guilt and anxiety were surging, but turning down a blowjob from Bridgette seemed insane. He barely slept that night. He tossed and turned. His conscience was saying, “Text her and cancel. Tell her it isn’t right.” But his cock was saying, “I bet her 21 year old mouth would feel so good.”
In the morning, Marissa texted to invite him. She said it was apparently a very spur of the moment idea that Bridgette had last night. He thanked her for the invite and said he’d be there.
This seemed SO dicey. Someone was bound to find something out. Was this worth the risk? Was this the stupidest thing he was ever walking into? He felt like … yes. Yes it was. And even though he liked Marissa, he had a real crush on Bridgette. Why did they have to be related? Why couldn’t they be strangers? At least then he would feel a little less guilty while he experimented and figured things out.
When he got to the BBQ, he handed Marissa a six pack and hugged and kissed her. Some friends had already gathered. Bridgette casually came over and gave him a hug and peck on the cheek. He smiled. He was a hot mess, full of anxiety. He kept pacing about, exhaling nervously as he made his way around saying hello to everyone.
“Sweetie,” Marissa said to Bridgette. “Go into the basement and grab the cooler and the bags of ice!”
“Sure,” Bridgette said.
“Need a hand?” Connor said.
“Sure,” Bridgette said.
They headed into the basement together. As Bridgette closed the basement door behind her, she leaned in and whispered, “I’m gonna suck your cock.”
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Bridgette pushed Connor against the wall and dropped to her knees. She yanked his cock out of his pants and immediately deep throated him, shoving his entire cock down her throat, gagging, coughing, slurping.
“UGH UGH UGH!” She slurped, sucking on him as he groaned and leaned against the wall.
“Jesus,” he whispered as she slammed her face into his pelvis. Saliva gushed out of her mouth and onto the basement floor. She gagged and slurped, coughing and choking on him as he moaned with pleasure.
“Cum in my mouth,” she said between slurps.
She jerked him, his cock soaking wet with saliva.
“Please baby. Please cum in my mouth!”
“I’m cumming,” he whispered.
Bridgette took him down her throat as he exploded, emptying himself into her mouth. His load was massive and thick, coating her throat with cum. He trembled as he leaned against the wall. She slurped the saliva off his cock and down her throat, along with his massive load.
“That was good,” she said, giggling. “C’mon, let’s get the ice.”
Connor and Bridgette emptied a few bag of ice into the cooler, filling it with beer and soda from the basement fridge. They carried it up the stairs and back outside onto the deck.
“Drinks!” Bridgette shouted.
People cheered.
Connor was still shaking from the blowjob. He tried to play it cool, but he was beside himself. Was this the worst thing he’d ever done?
Marissa was grilling hot dogs and burgers.
Connor excused himself and went to the bathroom to wash off his cock. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. He was disappointed in himself.
“Idiot,” he said to himself.
There was a knock on the door.
“Yeah?” Connor said, opening the door. It was Marissa.
“Meet me upstairs in a few minutes.”
Connor closed the door and cursed. This was such a stupid idea. He was such an idiot. What had he done? Marissa was bound to find out. She was going to kill him. But on the other hand … she was probably in bed, her legs spread, waiting for his cock.
He shook his head as he exited the bathroom and went upstairs. Opening her door, he found Marissa in bed, bent over, a butt plug up her ass.
“Jesus,” he said, laughing.
“Pull it out slowly, lube up your cock and fuck my asshole.”
This was a first! He smirked and said fuck it. He grabbed the lube, slathered his cock up and then slowly pulled the butt plug from Marissa’s pink, tight anus.
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Good story
Woah. Im in shock at this one. 10/10
Best so far ???
Shes just gorgeous.