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My daughter Morgan had just graduated school and was moving in with me for awhile to figure out what was next. She didn’t She didn’t have a job offer but she was interviewing and we were sure she’d find something soon.
I actually loved having her home. Almost the moment she went to college her father told me he was unhappy, had met someone else, and was moving out. I was devastated. I knew we didn’t have the perfect marriage, but I didn’t think it was much different than others.
In retrospect I wish I could say the divorce was all his fault, but it wasn’t. I’d become complacent. We’d both let ourselves go a bit, but that wasn’t the issue. In fact the woman he ended up with was probably heavier than me. It was more about being connected emotionally. I’d got wrapped up in my career and kids. I kind of put them before my marriage. I think he tried, but then gave up.
We had a reasonable divorce. We both ended up with what we deserved. Neither was mad. We just moved on. It was interesting. I bought this house after the divorce, so neither of the kids had lived here. My son 22 had graduated college at the time, my daughter just leaving. They both spent some of their summers with me but they worked and were out. This was never their home.
About my daughter’s senior year I took stock of myself. I was 44. What did I want out of life?? Although I claimed I’d been devoted to my children. They were no longer home. Now my last one would be graduating. What did I want to be?? I’d become fat and kind of boring. I didn’t socialize much. Most of our friends had been couples. They kind of drifted away after the divorce.
I started working out and dieting. I took a few classes just to get me out of the house. I started to feel better about me. I still didn’t socialize much, I really didn’t have anyone to socialize with, but I looked and felt better. I was down to 135 on my 5’5″ frame. I’d let my hair grow out from the short, mom, ugly, but easy to care for cut to below my shoulders.
I must’ve looked good because when Morgan saw me the first thing she said was, “Gee mom you look great. Have you been working out”
Coming from Morgan that was a real compliment.. Morgan was beautiful. She was 5’3, 110, with long dark hair almost down to her ass. She looked amazing.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ve been going to the gym four times a week.”
“Well, it shows,” she said.
We got into our regular conversation. How was school, what her plans were, how was the job search. Was she dating anyone.
She usually said no to the last question but this time she surprised me.
“I’m kind of seeing a guy, this guy Ben. He lives about 10 minutes from here.”
“Kind of dating?” I asked.
“Well, I’m not dating anyone else, but I doubt he’s exclusive,” she explained.
“Do you want him to be exclusive,” I asked.
“I don’t think he’s the exclusive type, but we’ll see. Right now I love how he makes me feel,” she responded.
We settled into a routine. Morgan got a part time job while she continued to look for a job in her field. Every once in awhile she’d see Ben. He never visited. I asked her why and she told me he was busy. I didn’t get a lot of information about Ben.
Then one day I came home from work early. I had some errand to run so I took a half day. There was a strange car in front of the house. A nice car. I don’t know my cars but I knew this one was expensive. I didn’t think much of it till I opened the door.
There was Morgan. She was bent over the back of the couch and she had her jeans and panties pooled at her feet. She had a look of ecstasy on her face. Behind her was one of the best looking guys I’d ever seen. He had his shirt open showing an amazing six pack. His pants were undone. He had his hands on her ass and was obviously having sex, no, fucking her. I stood there for a moment in shock.
“Morgan,” I exclaimed.
“Shit,” Morgan breathed. Then, “Ben.”
Ben turned to look at me. “Hi, you must be Morgan’s mom,” he said.
No embarrassment, he didn’t stop. Morgan groaned. He just kept fucking her.
She moaned again. Then she said, “I’m sorry mom,” but she made no effort to stop him.
I didn’t know what to say. I was mesmerized. I just stood there and watched.
Morgan started to moan louder. Then she started. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, oh my god you feel so good, I’m sorry mom, oh god, yes, yes, yes.”
She screamed, “I’m so sorry mom, fuck me, fuck me, I’m cumming.”
Her whole body shuddered. I could tell she’d had an orgasm. He just kept fucking her.
“Cum for me,” she said. “Cum for me. Please cum in me. Cum on me. I don’t care, just cum for me.”
He looked at me and smiled. I saw his body stiffen. He pulled his cock out of her and he was already spurting as he pulled out. Semen dripped out of her pussy and after he pulled out rope after rope beşiktaş escort of cum shot out all over Morgan’s ass.
She moaned as it did, “Fuck yes. That feels so good.”
As I watched him cum on her ass I saw his cock. It was glistening with her juices and his semen. At the time I thought it was a foot long. I now know it’s only 9″, but still. I wondered how that thing fit in my little girl.
Finished cumming Ben stuck his semi hard monster back in his pants and started to zip up. Morgan turned around and kissed him, “Thank you,” she said.
“I have to go,” said Ben. “Nice to meet you.” He said to me and left.
I just looked at Morgan. There she was, naked from the waist down, with cum on her ass. I had no idea what to say.
“What the hell was that,” I finally said.
“That was Ben,” she said.
Now I was getting angry. “I fucking know that was Ben. What the hell were you doing in my living room?” she exclaimed.
“He came over to fuck me,” she said matter of factly. “That’s where he wanted me.”
“And you just let him come and have sex with you?” I demanded.
“Anytime he wants,” she replied.
“And you let him ejaculate on you like some slut?” I went on
“If that’s what he wants,” she said.
I didn’t know what else to say.
“I don’t even know what to say to you,” I said.
I looked at her standing there, half naked, cum dripping down her ass.
“Go get dressed,” I said. “I’m going to go change.”
As I headed to my room my mind was going a mile a minute. What the hell was Morgan thinking. I had a ton of emotions going through my head. How could my daughter be such a slut? Did she really just do what this guy asked? He was amazingly good looking. I tried to push that thought back. That big glistening cock came to mind. My god, how did she take all that? I wondered how it would feel. I pushed the thought back. Concentrate, concentrate I thought. This is about Morgan not about that good looking guy with that big thick cock.
As I was changing I was having trouble staying focused. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I could picture the hot cum squirting on Morgan’s ass. I could see the cum and Morgan’s juices on his cock as spurt after spurt hit her ass.
Dammit. Why couldn’t I focus. It had been years since I had sex and here was my daughter getting laid by a handsome man with a big cock.
I was in my panties and bra. It occurred to me that Morgan had her pussy shaved. I thought of my own bush, I kept it trimmed for my bathing suit at the pool.
Oh my god, why was I thinking these things. Seeing Morgan like that was disgusting. Cum shooting all over her from that magnificent cock. There I went again. I couldn’t focus. I had to lie down. I lay down naked on my bed.
I thought about watching Ben’s cock as he thrust it in and out of Morgan. His hand was in the way, I had to imagine it a bit. My hands dropped to my breasts. I caressed my nipples. I wondered how they would feel against Ben’s chiseled chest. One hand slid down to my pussy. A finger found my clit.
I couldn’t remember how long it’d been since I masturbated. It felt good. I pictured Ben’s six pack. His cock spurting rope after rope of cum. No one had ever cum on me. I wondered what the hot sticky cum would feel like on my body as I played with my clit. I pictured it splashing on Morgan’s ass. I had an orgasm. I lay there panting, mad at myself for getting caught up in the situation and being turned on. I wasn’t sure what to do next.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a top and went downstairs. Morgan was there in a pair of those little lace shorts that are popular today and a tank top. She looked the picture of innocence.
“We have to talk about what happened and set some rules,” I said. “You are certainly old enough to have sex but I’m not comfortable with you having it in my, I mean our house.”
“That’s just it,” she said. “It’s not really my house. It’s yours. I didn’t even grow up here.”
“Well, why can’t you have sex at his house?” I asked.
“Because I don’t know when he’ll want me,” she said.
“What? He just calls you when he wants sex?” I said incredulously.
“Mostly,” she replied.
“Why would you do that” I asked. I was shocked. “Where is your self respect?”
“Well. I like sex, and he’s the best I’ve ever had. I don’t really have or want a boyfriend, after all, I’m not sure where I’ll end up. So, when he wants me, I go. Otherwise he’ll replace me,” she said matter of factly.
I really didn’t know how to answer that. I pictured that gorgeous cock inside of her, how it would feel. My pussy tingled again.
Life went on, it was a month before the next incident. This time I was in bed. I heard her phone ring around 1:30 am and I heard her go downstairs and open the door. I went around the corner. He was standing by the door and she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Her face looked so tiny next to his cock.
I should have said something, or at least beşiktaş eve gelen escort stopped watching. I did neither. I stayed at the top of the stairs and watched. She couldn’t get more than the head in her mouth. She had her hands wrapped around the shaft and jacked him off as she sucked and licked him.
She must have been wearing just a sleep shirt as he had pulled it off her leaving her naked on her knees. After a few minutes he picked her up like a little doll. He flipped her over on her hands and knees. I couldn’t help but focus on the big cock as he knelt down behind her.
She moaned as he entered her. Just like that they started having sex. I don’t think they said a word to each other. I could see that big cock entering her and when the light hit it, it would glisten with her juices.
I moved back hoping they wouldn’t see me.
“God yes,” said Morgan as he fucked her. “Fuck me. You can use me any way you want, just fuck me. I love your cock.”
Her body shuddered.
“Unnghhhh…yes,” she hissed.
I’m sure she had an orgasm.
“Oh my god, that was so good. No cock has ever made me feel the way you do,” she moaned. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m cumming again.”
It was so hot watching them I just couldn’t stop.
He flipped her over and put her ankles on his shoulders. That big cock slid back into her.
He started pumping her with long quick strokes.
Then it happened. He looked up and saw me. I wasn’t sure what to do. He was obviously more confident.
“Hi,” he said looking straight at me.
“Hi?” Morgan repeated.
“Yeah, your mom is watching us,” he said like it was no big deal.
Morgan looked at me. I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights. I didn’t move.
“Hi mom,” she said, then started moaning again to Ben’s renewed thrusts.
I wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. I sat there watching the obscene scene in front of me.
“Fuck yes,” Morgan moaned. “Unnngh, unggh, unghh, god that’s so good.”
Then she shocked me. “Mom, I love his cock,” she said to me. “It feels amazing.” Then she panted, “He always gives me the most amazing orgasms.”
“Oh my god mom, that was so fucking hot,” moaned Morgan. “I’m going to fucking cum!”
With that she started wailing. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck yes, see mom, I’m cumming. Give me your cum. Come on, give it to me,” she came with a “God yes!”
A few more thrusts and Ben pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I was again fascinated watching that cock glisten with Morgan’s juices as he stroked it.
After a few strokes he started to cum. Again ropes of cum spurted out. This time all over her face, breasts, and belly
Ben looked at me and smiled. “”Hope you had fun,” he said to me. Then to Morgan, “See ya.”
I was incredulous. “He just comes and fucks you?” I asked in a meek voice.
“Whenever he wants,” she answered. “I better shower.”
She got up and walked past me, cum glistening on her skin, completely naked, to the shower. I sat there a minute longer then went to my room. I had a lot to think about.
I got to my room totally disgusted with myself. How could I have done such a thing. Why didn’t I stop it.
My mind went to Morgan’s naked body glistening with cum as she walked by me. I wondered how that felt. It seemed so dirty, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. My ex only came inside me. I mean, maybe a hand job or two when we were first getting to know each other but that was nothing like this. I used a washcloth to not get cum everywhere. Now here I was wondering how it felt on my skin.
Lying naked in my bed I pictured the entire scene. Once again my hand fell to my pussy. I was wet. I started playing with my clit. I hadn’t masturbated for a few months and now I’d done it twice imagining my daughter getting fucked. I came with a low moan.
I fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Morgan was obviously up. I kind of dreaded facing her. I had no idea what to say.
When I reached the kitchen she was there in a t shirt and little string bikini panties.
“Good morning,” she said like nothing happened.
I could not just ignore it. “I, I, I, don’t know what to say,” I stammered.
“What do you feel?” she asked.
“Feel?” I mumbled.
“Yes, feel, that’s the second time you watched us. How did it make you feel?” she continued. “Dirty? Sexy? Horny? Disgusted? Curious? We are grown ups. How did you feel?”
She asked me so matter of fact honestly, I thought about it.
“Well, I’m really uncomfortable with Ben just showing up to have sex with you.” I started.
“Well, then why don’t you break it up, say something, why do you stay and watch?” she asked.
“I guess, I’m fascinated. I haven’t had sex for years and even then it was pretty tame,” I said honestly.
“And…?” she pursued
“Ok, ok, his big cock turned me on. I’d never seen beşiktaş grup yapan escort anything like it. I’d never watched anyone have sex, that part was a turn on,” I admitted.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” she said.
“Yes it is. It’s disgusting. I watched my daughter have sex twice. What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
“Well, I kind of got off on you watching. It was so naughty. It made me feel so dirty. It was a turn on,” she said. “So there must be something wrong with me too.”
I thought about it. Obviously I felt the same way, I watched, I masturbated after. I liked the way it made me feel when it was happening.
I sighed. “I guess,” I said.
“Well,” she said. “I don’t mind. I like it. Ben likes it. Ben likes it a lot.
We didn’t talk about it again for a week when Morgan announced Ben was coming for dinner.
“I’m not really comfortable with that,” I said
“Oh? So it’s not my home?” She countered.
I thought about it. It was my home, I paid for it. When she was younger I never would have let this man in my house. But, at the time I kind of felt guilty about the fact it really wasn’t her home. Looking back I realize that I was justifying.
The truth was I wanted him to come over. I just didn’t want to admit it at that time. I used her reasoning to talk me into it.
“Ok,” I finally said.
It was the day Ben was coming for dinner. All week I had had butterflies in my stomach. It’s was part dread, part excitement.
What would I say to him? Twice he’d caught me watching them have sex, what did he think of me? What would I say if he decided to fuck Morgan again? How should I react? I had no idea what to say or do and now he was coming for dinner.
My first problem, what to wear. I don’t know why this was even on my mind. He was coming to my house for a casual dinner. I usually wear jeans and a t shirt around the house, why should today be different? Yet here I was staring at my closet.
I pulled out a pair of dress jeans I knew fit pretty snugly. I knew they showed off my ass. I rarely wore them. Then for a top I chose a short sleeve top that showed some cleavage and just barely missed the top of my pants leaving a little skin to show when I moved. Satisfied I jumped in the shower.
While in the shower I again thought about Ben’s handsome face and six pack abs. I pictured his big cock entering Morgan. Slowly my hand found my clit. As I rubbed it I felt the trim bush. I pictured Morgan’s shaved pussy. I reached for a razor.
When it was clean and bald I again started playing with my clit. My thoughts started racing. Why did I just shave my pussy? Did I want someone to see it? Did I want Ben to see it? Did I want that big cock?
In my head I pictured it fucking Morgan. I continued to play with my clit. I wondered what, if anything, Ben would say about my shaved pussy. I fingered myself to an orgasm.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I sat on my bed with the towel wrapped around me. What was wrong with me? This was my daughter’s boyfriend. Well boyfriend was too strong a term. Lover? No, even that implied too much. They were fuck buddies. I giggled a bit. Why was I so judgemental? Hell, there were times I thought I could use a fuck buddy. I can’t deny I’d thought about it before.
I looked at the clothes on my bed and went to get underwear out of my drawer. I am normally a cotton bikini and utilitarian bra person but today I opened the other drawer. I admit, sometimes when I want to feel strong, or better about myself I wear sexier underwear. There is a sense of power knowing you have pretty underwear on. I pulled out a lace purple string bikini bra and panty set and got dressed.
I headed downstairs. Morgan was already there. Pleated miniskirt, crop top, over the knee stockings, wedges. She looked like some guy’s sexual fantasy. I felt both uneasy and a little jealous.
“You look nice mom,” she said
“Thank you, you look nice too!” I said.
“Uh huh, I saw how you looked at me,” she laughed.
“Well, you do look like a Britney Spears video,” I countered.
“Perfect,” she said. “Ben will love it.”
The doorbell rang. It was Ben. Morgan answered it. Ben looked great. He was over 6′ tall and lean. Great shoulders and a small 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a t shirt that clung tight around his chest and arms and loose around his waist giving you an idea of the muscled physique under it. He had on jeans that fit perfectly and showed off his ass.
Morgan kissed him and invited him in.
“Hi,” she said. “You kind of know my mom, Monica.”
I realized I’d watched them have sex twice but we were never introduced.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, instantly regretting it as I’d ‘met’ him twice.
“Nice to put a name to my peeping Tom,” he teased.
I stood there blushing. Morgan rescued me.
“Come on in,” she invited Ben.
“Thanks,” he said. “You look good enough to eat.”
“I’d like that,” she replied. “Maybe after dinner.”
I pictured her with his head between her legs.
“Let’s go sit down,” I said.
Dinner was actually very nice. Ben flirted with both of us. I blushed more, he teased me. I learned that Ben owned a lot of real estate. He’d started investing in high school. He was now 28 and fairly successful. He was actually a pretty together guy.
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