[M]aking my girl[F]riend’s eyes roll and having coffee with her Mother the next Morning.

My ex had a pretty odd family. Over the couple of years we dated they provided me some odd, funny, and uncomfortable memories. But they also provided some interesting ones as well.

We had been dating a while at this point and she decided to ask me to meet her mother one weekend. She had already met some of my family when they threw me a belated, surprise 21st birthday and that was wild. How bad could it be? I agreed and we drove up the two and a half hours to spend the weekend with her mom and step-father.

By this point we weren’t living together but we had started spending night’s at each other’s house pretty regularly. She warned me that they could be a bit more conservative and didn’t believe in unmarried people sharing a room. They also ran their house as a BnB but they didn’t have any guests this weekend. I pondered briefly how they managed those views and a BnB but kept it to myself.

We got there and things were pretty normal. They were polite and friendly. Her step-dad didn’t talk a lot other than conversing with me a bit about our jobs in EMS and her mother was a hospitable chatter-box. Right after dinner her step-father was called in to cover a shift after someone got hurt at work so he left for the night.

When it came time for bed we went to our separate rooms. She took the master bed and bathroom combo. Now, we were both night-owls. So we were texting back and forth for a while. Then she started sending me nudes and getting dirty with the flirting. Before I knew it she asked me if I could be slow and quiet.

Now this house was an old two story with wooden floors that told the whole house where you walked. It had been renovated and upgraded several times but there wasn’t an ounce of sound deadening. And her room was directly over her mother’s. I was torn three ways. One, wasn’t that rude to our hosts? Two, quiet how when breathing heavy while standing still creaked the floors? And three, fuck yes. Guess which side won?

I found her in the bathroom as per her last pic. She was naked and leaned against the wall, watching herself in the mirror as she tugged on her nipples and fingered herself.

I took control. Taking her hands and pinning them behind her back. Telling her softly in her ear that she was being naughty and this was my job. My free hand petting her and teasing her. Then fingering her as I talked dirty in her ear and told her not to cum until I told her to while she bit her lip and fought back moans.

Then I sunk my teeth into her neck and she let out a loud moan, clenching on the verge of release. I stopped, stepped back, and told her she was supposed to be quiet. She whimpered for a brief second. Then I took her by the throat and choked her, fingering her hard. She arched up onto her toes trying to hold back her release with eyes closed. I shook her firmly by the next and growled for her to look me in the eyes. Her eyes snapped open and locked on mine, wide. Her face bright red from being choked.

“Cum for me.” I growled. And several things happened at once.

Her body started shaking. She came hard, gushing down my fingers and soaking my shirt, pants, and the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head. And I found myself supporting her weight with the hand between her thighs and the hand around her throat as her body went slack. Well. Fuck. This had never happened to me or her before.

I quickly shifted her weight and took her out of the small bathroom that didn’t have room for her to lay down in and laid her on the floor of the bedroom. Before I could even start doing a rapid assessment, her eyes opened and looked dazed. She moaned and reached between her thighs, running her fingers over the still dripping mess.

“Where….” She began. Then her eyes focused on me with the most primal look I have ever seen in a partner.

“You better not fucking stop after that, bastard” she hissed. Well. Yes, Ma’am.

I flipped her over and roughly lifted her hips into the air. Freeing myself from my sweats I wasn’t gentle. I thrust into her and her legs gave out. So I took her prone, hard. Losing myself and forgetting to be quiet. Taking her by the hair. I pounded into her until she was clawing at the rug. She bit into her own arm to keep from screaming, leaving a nice set of teeth marks.

I came inside her as per our usual. We lay there for a moment, hoping her mother was as deep a sleeper as she had said she was. She went to clean up and I went back to my room.

Now, I am a night owl, but I also tend to wake up early naturally. So the next morning I found myself up well before she woke up normally so I went downstairs thinking I might read and make some coffee since her mother had told me the night before I was welcome to and had the coffee pot set-up for guests to have easy access to everything.

I found the coffee already brewed and her mother sitting at the table reading. There was a bottle of irish creamer out by the coffee maker. Me and my ex had talked before about her mother liking to drink a lot and it wouldn’t be my first time starting the morning with Baileys.

I decided to help myself thinking it would help me calm down and not feel guilty about the night before. Have I mentioned I’m not always the sharpest crayon in the box?

We ended up having coffee together and talking for a while. We had quite a few common interests, especially in music and books. I found out her husband’s EMS station did 24 hour shifts so he wouldn’t be home until dinner.

Then she shifted the conversation. She directly addressed last night. Commenting on how we had been up quite late. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. But before my mind could go very far she continued on.

If I felt the need to behave that way in her house, it should be her moaning and filled with cum. By this point her foot was pressed to my crotch under the table, massaging as I quickly bulged in my jeans while her eyes held mine with a stern look on her face.

Now, I was speechless for a second. On an intellectual level I knew this was probably supposed to be an uncomfortable, creepy situation. On the other hand, I found her mother attractive and have always enjoyed having older women as partners.

So the compromise my dumb brain came to was to try to take the upper-hand and throw her off-balance. I asked her how her husband and daughter would react to me making her moan all night like my personal fuck toy. She looked shocked like she hadn’t expected that.

I didn’t let her gather herself. I told her she was being a bad mommy. Being rude to her husband and daughter like that. But if she wanted to be a slut with a man half her age, I would teach her how to behave. And if her daughter caught us, I would make sure my hand prints on her ass would be bruises for a week.

Her foot slid off my crotch as she stared at me. Her face was turning red but I could not read her expression. Well. Wouldn’t be the first or worst hole I had dug myself. I would deal with the shame later. Possibly with Jack Daniels help.

I continued. I asked her if she was done trying to intimidate me and was ready to be my little fuck toy when I visited or if we were going to pretend like this conversation never happened.

To her credit, she looked conflicted. To my discredit, I no long was. I stood up from the table and slowly walked around it. Standing directly behind her. Her back was ram-rod straight, her hands clenched on the table in front of her.

“Well?” I growled next to her ear. Not touching her.

“I..” She started. Stopped.

“I’ll let my husband know I found a new boyfriend. We won’t tell him who. Are you free this week?” She asked, not looking back.

I had already become aware of cuckold and hotwife couples. I was shocked to learn they were one. But I pressed on.

“I am. We’ll work out a date. Now stand up and bend over this table. I want to taste you before your Daughter wakes up.” Her hands were white knuckled on the table in front of her. But she stood and bent over. Her summer dress was easy access and her thong was soaked.

But she was delicious. And we had not long finished cleaning up the mess she made and sat back down to have coffee and make small talk when my ex came down still in her pajamas.

Months later me and my ex talked about it along with her own affairs, including my cousin when I passed out at the party my family threw me. I am not proud of how I handled things, but I did learn a lot about being open with discussions and not keeping secrets in relationships.

Sorry for the long story but thank you for reading. Let me know what you think.

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