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Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter

By: SusanJillParker



Warning: Even though there are some religious references throughout the beginning of this story, even though I pray to God a lot in this story, and even though I thank God for all the blessings bestowed upon me, this is not a religious story. God forbid, being that this is a porn site, sorry, I mean, an erotic literature site, of course, that I should reference the name of God Almighty in my story. My apologies in advance for those holier than thou readers of erotica, who are offended by me referencing God in my story. Yet, if God can forgive Mary Magdalene for being a whore, he can forgive me for writing this dirty story, I mean, this piece of erotic literature. As we all know, by all that happens in the world, between death, destruction, and devastation, God does have a fun, albeit a sometimes twisted sense of humor, an understatement.



"Shall we begin? Okay, here we go. Let's pray."

Did you ever pray to God for something, a certain toy, as a child, a new car, as a teenager, a quicker discharge, when in the military, a healthy baby, when married, a job that you hoped to get, when unemployed, a divorce, when stuck in a bad marriage, or a winning lottery ticket, when hoping for a large cash windfall? Well, maybe asking for too much, but throughout most of my life, apparently God wasn't listening to my prayers. No doubt, too busy doing other things and helping other people, who have real problems, woeful troubles, and serious issues than to get me all that I wanted, a toy, a car, a quicker discharge, that job, or a lottery ticket, God did give me the important things that I so wanted in my life, a healthy baby and, much later, a divorce.

Oddly enough though, it was when I stopped asking God for things and just prayed to him or her to give me guidance, peace, and strength to help me through my day, that he or she answered my prayers and fixed those things in my life that needed fixing.

"Wow! All this time I was going about it all wrong. Who knew?"

After praying to God for a while, I no longer had to ask for things to receive them. As if reading my mind in the way that only God can, I just had to subconsciously be mindful of what it was that I really wanted. Now, with God on my side, I developed a positive attitude and whether it was God given, or from my positive attitude, or from a combination of both, from out of the clear blue, as if a miracle, many things came my way.

"Thank you, Jesus!"

...And that was how and when I met my girlfriend's sexy, slutty daughter. Willing to accept her for who she was, a blessing or a curse, she turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Except there was a road hazard with flashing red eyes in our way, her scorned mother. Oh, boy, if you think a woman scorned is angry, try a mother scorned, when the other woman is her daughter. As if her mother was a big, old pothole that got in the way of us flying down our superhighway of love, after making a slight detour in our relationship to remove the obstacle, that was her mother, from our path, I couldn't have been happier.

"Thank you, God."

To be honest, I didn't even know that I wanted my girlfriend's daughter, until she was there standing before me. Thinking that I was somewhat happy in the relationship that I had with her mother, apparently God knew that I'd rather have the daughter over the mother, before I even knew. Certainly, I'm not trying to blame God for being a matchmaker but, strangely enough, as if struck from a Heavenly arrow of love from an Angel, it was love at first sight.

"Oh, my God!" Considering myself as the luckiest man on Earth, as if winning the Mega Millions jackpot, I hit the lottery, when I met her. "Wow! Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"

Sorry, my apologies for being so rude. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Drew and, if you don't know already by the subject of this story, Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter, I'm a dirty old man. Honestly, proud to be the degenerate that I am, a title that I revere, take very seriously, and work hard to keep, I couldn't be happier to call myself a pervert. Raised up in class of degenerates to that of the Grand Wizard of perverts, officially, my perversion started when I dumped my 48-year-old girlfriend, Anne, for her 24-year-old daughter, Ellen. I know, what's most men's dream is most women's nightmare. Suffice to say that I'm just glad that Anne didn't have a gun, when she caught me naked and in bed with her daughter. 

"Boy, that was awkward."

Even though I'm 6'2" tall and Ellen is only 5'4" in her stocking feet, accustomed to being with a much taller woman, for my benefit that she does, I'm okay with her wearing high heels and putting up her hair. Even though I'm 26-years-older than she is, more than twice her age, I have the advantage over her of having an extra generation of past experiences from which to draw upon, a good way for me to comfortably excuse and justify our difference in age. Yet, so far ahead of me in her sexual appetite, soon I'll be needing more than experience to sexually satisfy her. Thank God for testosterone supplements and Viagra. Whenever I'm out in public with her, accustomed to people looking, staring, and leering at me, as if I'm her incestuous father kissing and groping his daughter, height and age doesn't much matter, especially in the dark, when lying naked in bed and kissing, touching, fucking, and sucking.

"All that really matters, forgive me Lord, is that I am so fucking happy!" My apologies for jumping up and down like that.

With my testosterone dwindling in relationship to my libido decreasing and my age increasing, way past my twenty-something-year-old sexual peak, as a more mature, albeit fit, 50-year-old man, alas, I was nearing the end of my sexual life. Then, as if my energy was invigorated, feeling ten years younger, just by switching from a girlfriend my age to one more than half my age, I'm reenergized.

"Halleluiah! It's a miracle!"

To be honest, had someone asked me the question before I met Ellen, never would I have thought I'd be in this tricky situation, having sex with my girlfriend Anne's sexy daughter Ellen, but I am. Never did I ever think that a 24-year-old woman would want me but, obviously, by her being naked and in bed with me, while moaning in pleasure, from enjoying my experienced fingers, tongue, and cock, apparently, she wants me as much as I want her. A sexual fantasy come true and one that I didn't even realize I wanted, never would I have imagined how good sex can be with a woman so young, so willing, and so beautiful, but it is.

"Ah, never too old for love so you, thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus!"

Only, now that I licked Ellen's 24-year-old, sweet pussy and she sucked my 50-year-old experienced, albeit not as hard as it used to be cock, now that we made out and made love, before we fucked, holding one another in the afterglow, I should be happier, but I'm not. Instead, that is, during a time before she found out about us, I'm troubled thinking, what in the Hell do I tell my 48-year-old girlfriend, Anne? What does Ellen tell her mother about me? It's bad enough that I'll be breaking up with her mother, it's bad enough that I've already cheated on my girlfriend with another woman, but how do I tell Anne that the other woman is (gulp) her daughter?

"Uh-oh. Dear God in Heaven..." Only, this time, even though the Lord All Mighty provided for me in the way that I got what I had wished for, I was now on my own, but now what? Oh, my God, what do I do now? "Please God, don't let her slash my tires again."

A sex filled family scenario that made Jerry Springer rich and famous, I never thought this would be my life, but it is and do you know what? Too happy to be apologetic, I'm not sorry. Definitely, if my shoe was on your foot, you'd dump your girlfriend, too, if you had the opportunity to sleep with her hot daughter.

"Right? Am I right? You bet your ass, I'm right. You'd be all over a 24-year-old faster than you can say, married? I'm not married."

Finally, after all the shit I've been through in my life, after all my prayers that God didn't answer, I deserve to have a hot, young chick in my bed. I deserve to finally be so sexually satisfied in bed that I'll never look at another woman again for the rest of my miserable life.

"Ah, life is good. My life couldn't be any better than it is right now," I thought to myself while watching Ellen suck my cock.

Now knowing how OJ Simpson must have felt, when his young, beautiful, and shapely wife cheated on him, there's only thing that would make my life really suck, one day. What comes around goes around, if Ellen was to dump me for a much younger man, I'd be devastated. Yet, I'd kill the son of a bitch, I mean, of course, I'll cross that bridge later, if ever that was to happen.

"Oh, yeah."

"Pardon, Drew. Did you say something? I didn't hear you with your cock in my mouth."

"No nothing. I didn't say anything, Ellen. Just so happy to be with you, I was just talking to myself. Now, don't talk and just suck my cock, baby girl. Suck my cock," I said to her, while putting a gentle hand to her beautiful brunette head, while my other hand felt her shapely B cup breast and fingered her erect nipple. "Suck my cock, Ellen. Suck it."

Fortunately for me, as this is my house, Anne will be the one leaving. After this scandal, once we tell her, if Ellen and I are still together, fortunately or unfortunately, I don't think we'll be seeing much of Anne, even over the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. If we're still together and if we marry and have children, it would be uncomfortably weird visiting grandma, while knowing we used to be lovers.

Now that I've seen mother and daughter naked, now that I've experienced mother and daughter sexually, they are both so uniquely different in bed, an understatement. Definitely, without doubt, a willingly responsive, sexual partner, daughter is so much better than mother in being proactive in telling me what she wants, while giving me all that I need. Instead, making me feel, as if I'm doing something dirty to her, whenever I gave Anne an orgasm, she muffled her excitement with a pillow held over her face. Ellen, at the other end of the sexual spectrum, screams her pleasure in the way of an opera star to make me feel like such a sexual, superhero, when she experiences an orgasm. Where Ann just dabbles and spits, Ellen is a talented cocksucker and swallows.

"Who's the man? Who's the man?" With both of them so much alike in some regards and so different in other regards, Ellen makes me feel like the man that I am, while her mother is never satisfied with who I am.

Yet sharing so many other qualities, when standing upright and fully dressed, without doubt, I made the right decision to leave mother for daughter. Feeling too happy, that is, until I think about Anne, I'm dreading the reality of having to confront her with an explanation why I don't want her anymore. Even more terrifying than breaking up with my girlfriend is why I want her daughter, instead. If Anne was a man, she'd understand, but she's a woman scorned by her boyfriend and deceived by her daughter. I should feel terrible about breaking up with Anne, but too happy to feel anything but love, I don't feel bad leaving her mother, when I feel so happy being with her daughter.

Other than that bit of unpleasantness hanging over my head, a gross understatement, as if my neck is positioned beneath a guillotine with my head ready to be loped off, I'm sexually sated, and erotically excited, while sick to my stomach by Anne's reaction, when I tell her. The ramifications of what I've done, dumping my 48-year-old girlfriend for her 24-year-old daughter, any man's fantasy come true, hasn't hit me, yet. Too happy to question my decision, I should feel guilty, but I don't. Too busy thinking with my cock, still too shocked and surprised that I bagged the hot, young chick, nothing else now matters but my happiness, her beautiful body, and us living together in sexual bliss for however long she wants me.

*  *  *  *  *

It all started, when my girlfriend Anne, asked me to pickup her daughter, Ellen, at the airport. Other than experiencing tunnel vision, while driving at high speed, other than being drunk from having too much to drink, not driving or drinking, I never had a conscious moment, when everything around me suddenly morphed into an elongated black tunnel, that is, until my first time seeing my girlfriend's sexy, slutty daughter. As if she was the only female on Earth, as if looking at her through binoculars and looking at her, as if I had blinders on that obscured me from seeing anyone else, the vision of this stunningly beautiful woman walking towards me filled me with sexual excitement. Never have I seen anyone so stunningly beautiful. Not realizing she was Anne's daughter, when first seeing her and thinking she was someone else, some movie star or famous celebrity, I wished she was there waiting for me. Wishing she was my woman, as if I were a Paparazzi photographer waiting in ambush to capture a candid shot of her, I wished I had brought my camera with me to secretly photograph her. Wondering who she was, who knew I'd be seeing a famous movie star or a celebrity at nearly midnight at the airport?

Had I known she was Anne's daughter, Ellen, the one I was there to pick up at the airport, I wouldn't have felt the urge to pull out my cell phone to snap a sneaky picture of her, and nearly I did. Then, when she spotted me from the distance, opened her arms, and gave me a big smile, expecting her to be smiling at someone standing behind me, I turned to look but there was no one there. Then, recognizing her from her childhood pictures and realizing she was smiling at me, suddenly filled with a glow of sexual lust, I knew it was her.

"Oh, my God! Are you kidding me? Wow, Anne has a hottie for a daughter," I mumbled under my breath.

Better than winning the lottery, better than having a perfect checkup at the doctor's office, and better than no longer having to pay my ex-wife child support, I'm in love. Lust at first sight, she already had a hold on me. Lust at first sight, even though I knew it was a sexual fantasy that would never happen, I've already made an unconscious decision to sacrifice everything I have and all that I will have, just for the chance to have one wicked, outrageous night of wild sex with her.

Almost as if being swept away in a surreal sexual vision, with the flip of her pretty head and a toss of her long, dark, brown hair, as if I was already dirty dancing with her, the sexy sway of her hips mesmerized me. With her body moving in sections, hips and tits and hips and tits, as if watching a mirage of a belly dancer advancing towards me, she was my sexual fantasy come true. With me standing there in a dream like state, unable to move, even though I'm conscious, I'm incapable of uttering a single, intelligible word or thinking a clear, cohesive thought that isn't related to thinking of her in all manners of undress.

Without even having met her to gaze in her big, brown eyes, without hearing her speak a single word to hear the sound of her soft, feminine voice, I'm already doing the unspeakably forbidden. I'm already imagining my girlfriend's daughter naked and in bed with me. What's wrong with imagining that? Until I think, what's wrong with me? Have I suddenly lost my mind? Yet, after checking my sanity and realizing that there's nothing wrong with me, I'm ecstatic that I finally found her, the woman of my dreams. Only, immediately bursting my balloon, doubting that she would, does she feel the same way about me, as I instantly feel about her?

"Nah, how could she? Why would she? Just as I don't know her, she doesn't even know me," I thought to myself, when seeing her. "Two people from different generations, I'd need a miracle for a relationship with her to work and that's when I prayed. Dear God, I haven't asked you for anything in a while, but..."

Ignoring all others around me, with my focused stare exclusively on her, as if my brain was suddenly rewired by the mere sexy sight of her, I've already forgotten everything I know and everything I've learned. If asked my name, I'd have to think twice about it. If asked where I live or where I parked my car, I wouldn't know. Turned into a blithering idiot, as if the stunning image of her is a hallucination, albeit an erotic vision effecting my libido, how can a woman so young have such a powerful effect on a man, who's more than twice her age? How can a woman so young have such a hold on any man, especially on me? Why do I find her so irresistibly attractive and so erotically seductive?

"Good God, Drew, get a hold of yourself. She's your girlfriend's daughter, for Christ sakes. Anne will kill you, if you so much as inappropriately look at her, leer at her, and lust over her, never mind touch her and try to have sex with her. Please God, help me. Please God, make me blind. No! Wait! Just kidding. Please don't make me blind, God."

Is my physical attraction to her so intense because she's my girlfriend's daughter or because she's so young and beautiful? Maybe a little of both. In the way that I wish I could hit the lottery, maybe because I perceive her as so unattainable is the reason why I want her even more. I don't know why I want her and I don't care what the reason is that I want her, it just is and I just want her, have to have her, but how? As if she's a big Hollywood star walking the red carpet to greet me, an ordinary mature man, I'm already lost in her presence.

Whether it's lust, love, or I'm going through a period in my life that I must experience as a required rite of passage path that I must take to emerge on the other side sane, whole, and normal again, how can emotions that feel so good be so wrong? Why must love between a woman so young and a man so much older, be so wrong? In an instant I realize that everything that's wrong with my current relationship with Anne could be corrected by ending it and starting a new one with Ellen. Tired of the same old, same old, tired of playing the responsible adult, doing the right thing, taking care of everyone, and doing all that's expected of me, why can't I have happiness, too, especially with someone like her?

"Dear God in Heaven, thank you for giving me guidance, peace, and strength, but I have enough guidance, peace, and strength in my life now, thank you very much. Please give me Ellen. She's right over there, God. The unbelievably beautiful woman, that's her. Ellen is what I want, God. I want Ellen. Whatever it takes, I'm willing to pay the price to have Ellen in my life. I don't care how you do it, God, but please, just do it," I silently prayed. "Amen. Oh, and thank you, God, in advance."

If I thought it would help for me to fall to my knees in the middle of the airport, I would have but, not wanting to make a spectacle of myself, not wanting airport security to think that I was a terrorist about to blow myself up or light myself on fire, I didn't fall to my knees. If I thought that it would help to summon the Devil to get this hot, young chick, I would have but, picking the better of the two options first and leaving that second option open later, if denied my prayers, I thought I'd try God first.

If only I was someone famous, an aging rock star or movie star, I'd have a model under my arm. If only I was someone influential, a powerful politician or a smart, billionaire, techno nerd, I'd have more of a chance of getting the hot, young chick. If only I had money, a lot of money, in the way of Michael Douglas with Katherine Zeta Jones, Woody Allen with Soon-Yi Previn, and Donald Trump and Hugh Hefner with everyone, I fatalistically realized that I only have one life to live. Seeing her walking towards me, as if she approached me in slow motion, while wishing she was mine and knowing that I'd never so much as touch her, never mind kiss her, feel her, and make love to her, I was filled with a gut wrenching sadness for a life that could have been.


Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter



"Alas, woe is me."

Seeing my life so clearly now, going from high school, to college, to the military, to a job, to marriage, divorce, and living with a woman I really don't even know and, apparently, don't even love, I suddenly realized that I've never lived any of my life in the way that I wanted to live it. No doubt, much like most men my age reaching the height of their insanity with some semblance of insightfulness of all the mistakes they made in their lives, but too old, too tired, and too broke to do anything about it, how sad is that? When stopping to look back and see all that I don't have and all that I could have had, had I made better decisions, with the temptation of her too much for me to deny, perhaps I would have had a chance with her now had I made better choices then. Alas, just too frigging old, with her being so incredibly young, I knew I didn't have a modicum of a chance with her. I knew it was all just a sexual fantasy that I'll be realizing, once home alone with my hand around my cock, while thinking of Ellen naked and having sex with me.

"Alas, it was never meant to be. Poor me. Woe is Drew."

Always with a woman that I thought I loved, until it was blindingly clear to me that I didn't, especially after having cheated on her, my life has always been the unhappy same. Having been stuck in a rut for so long, I wouldn't know happiness if it bit me in the ass, but here it was walking towards me. With my eyes disbelieving what I was seeing eyes, with my penis having more sense than my brain, my growing cock already knew that Ellen was the key to my happiness. Just once I'd like to be blissfully happy and sexually sated, before I die. Just once I'd love to get the one that I really wanted and the one that I really wanted now was Ellen.

"Ellen. Ellen. Ellen." In the way of summoning the Devil, I mumbled her name to myself in hopes that somehow she'd want me. "Ellen. Ellen. Ellen."

My life has been like riding a rollercoaster, but a ride that I never finished. Always having to pay for the ride before getting aboard, with the price of the ride too expensive, the enjoyment of the experience was over too quickly. Climbing that first hill, before rocketing down the next, I always got stuck somewhere in the middle and always at the very top of a hump. Having to jump off that ride to start another, just once, I'd like to see something through to the end. Especially in the beginning, with broken promises of sex, she'd boss me around and make me obey with guilt to do things that I didn't want to do, especially in the end. Hoping to please her, just so she'd leave me the fuck alone and allow me to live my life in peace to watch a football, baseball, basketball, and/or a hockey game, I caved, I accepted, and I pretended that I was happy, just for the sake of not arguing.

"In a minute! Wait! I'll take out the trash, walk the dog, wash your car, and paint the house after this quarter, inning, period or whenever the fuck the game is over. Okay?"

Now that my life is more than halfway over, when do I stop conforming to someone else's will? When will I stop living my live by someone else's standards of what I should do and when I should do it? When will I stop trying to live up to someone else's expectations of how and what my life should and shouldn't be? When is it my turn to find true happiness? With all of this internal dialogue coming to me in a rush, upon seeing Ellen walking towards me, she gave me my life altering epiphany. Seeing her made me realize how miserable I've been with Anne, how unhappy I truly am now, and how happy I truly could be with Ellen.

Confused by a plethora of suppressed emotions that surfaced in me, all at once, as if blood welling to the surface, after having been shot before dying, I watched my life flash before my eyes. Seeing her was as if watching an advancing tsunami threatening to sweep me away in a wave of bliss or in a sea of turmoil. I didn't know which. How could I know? I didn't even know her. Yet, knowing that I'd surely die with her in my life in trying to keep up with her and in pleasing someone so much younger, unable to flee, I didn't care if she was the eventual death of me.

"What a way to go? If she'd be the death of me, then I'm ready to die. What an unbelievable way to go!"

Without her even speaking a word, without her even knowing it, just by her acknowledging me in a crowded airport terminal with her big smile and unbroken look, if nothing ever happened between us, she's already changed my life. Awash with as much suffering sadness and soulful sorrow, when thinking of her mother, what's her name, as I was excited with sexual happiness by the mere sexy sight of Ellen, was the woman walking towards me the person of my true happiness or the reason for my worst nightmare? I didn't know. How could I know? To be honest, I didn't care, so long as she never stopped smiling at me.

Willing to risk it all with a roll of the dice, a turn of the card, or the spin of the wheel, I just wanted to take one more rollercoaster ride, but with her, before my life was over. Hoping to climb over the top of the highest hill without getting stuck at the bottom, as I always did in the past, I sensed that Ellen was the miracle cure that I needed to get me out of my doldrums. Like everything else that's happened in my life, always having made bad choices and poor decisions, especially when it comes to women, only time will tell, if she's my queen of hearts or just another wicked witch. Yet, knowing I was only dreaming, with too much of an age difference to overcome, sadly, I knew nothing would ever come of my lustful desire for her. Still, if nothing else, it was fun just to imagine.

Nevertheless, after seeing my life so clearly now, tired of living my life so controlled by someone else, what kind of life is that? After seeing Ellen walking towards me with open arms, I no longer wanted to live anymore of my life without her or without someone else like her. As much as I was excited about starting a new life with her, as much as I was sick with dread how to end my current relationship, even if only imagined, just thinking about ending my old life to start my new life made me happy. Then, as soon as I thought that, I thought, what am I doing? I'm too old to start all over again with another woman, especially with a woman young enough to be my daughter. Besides, there's no way that someone like her would want someone like me. I'm old enough to be her father, I mean, or her wicked, older brother and the thought of that was as troubling to me, as it was exciting to me. 

"Wow. I can only imagine what it would be like to have sex with a woman more than half my age. Wait, before you start humping me again, Ellen, let me take another nitroglycerine pill. Okay. Go ahead. Hump away."

When assigned to pick her up at the airport, such an innocent, albeit inconvenient chore, especially at this late hour, when I'm usually already asleep in bed, forced to rearrange my day to include a nap, so that I wouldn't fall asleep during the drive to the airport or the drive home, I never expected so much as a hug from her. Yet now, after seeing her and already fantasizing about having her exclusively in my life, I'd be crushed, if she didn't hug me, touch my shoulder, and/or take my hand. In anticipation of her hug and/or her touch, I wondered if she'd kiss me on my cheek. If she did lean into me to kiss me on the cheek, maybe I'd turn my head quickly enough that she'd kiss me on the lips. Nah, that's something my Dad would do. That's dirty old man stuff. Without having even met her, I was already sexually fantasizing that she was my woman, while imagining all that I'd do to her, if only she was.

In anticipation of the ride home, already perversely effected by the mere sexy sight of her, I couldn't wait to engage her in some sexually charge conversation that was filled with double entendres, innuendos, and sexually explicit dialogue, something that would inspire an erotic dream about her later that night. Thinking of all the witty things I'd say to bridge such a large age gap, I wanted her to think me hip, cool, and sexy, instead of old, boring, and perverted. Immediately I realized that I'd only make a fool of myself, if I continued playing this role of a dirty, old man trying to act young and sexy. Deciding that, if nothing else, it was fun playing this pretend game, so long as I kept it to myself, I reveled in all the imagined possibilities of having her in my life. In the few seconds it took for her to walk to me across a crowded airport terminal, a multitude of sexy scenarios played through my head.

Nonetheless, no matter how much I wanted her, just as starting a sexual relationship with her was out of the question, starting a sexual relationship with her was out of my control. In the way that she'd perceived me, whether, hip, cool, or a perverted lecher, wouldn't matter. No doubt, she'd perceive me as old, wicked old, and too old for her. Nevertheless, in anticipation of getting her home, at the very least, hoping beyond hope to somehow see her naked, I couldn't wait to accidentally on purpose, walk in her bedroom unannounced on the pretense of giving her a blanket and an extra pillow, while she changed into what I imagined was her sexy nightgown. Even better, maybe she sleeps in the nude.

"Wow. How hot is that, especially if she sleeps naked above the covers? Maybe I could sneak in her room during the night on the pretense that I needed something...a tissue, perhaps."

Maybe, with her being in a new environment and possibly being afraid, she'd ask me to tuck her in bed and read her a bedtime story about the big, bad, sexually frustrated, horny, 50-year-old wolf. Suddenly naked images of her filled my brain with sexual lust for her, as I imagined myself opening her bedroom door just at the most opportune moment.

"Oops, sorry. So sorry, Ellen. I didn't see your tits, your ass, and your pussy," I imagined saying to her, as I opened her bedroom door, with my hand raised to my face and my eyes leering at her naked body through my splayed fingers.

While watching her walk closer, as if my eyes were the probing photographic lenses of a TSA X-ray machine, imagining the impressions her nipples made in her bra and the crevice her pussy slit made in her panty, I imagined her walking towards me in her sexy, sheer lingerie, low cut bra and bikini panty, my favorite outfit of choice, before imagining her stripping naked. Even from this distance, as if she walked towards me in slow motion, I could see that she had modest, albeit ample breasts, definitely a full B cup. I imagined touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing her beautiful breasts, before fingering, pulling, twisting, and sucking her nipples. 

Already turning our first meeting from normal to erotic and my thoughts from friendly to sexual, the sexy sight of her controlled my pornographic imagination. In anticipation of seeing her panties in an up skirt, and/or her bra and cleavage in a down blouse, or seeing any part of her sexy body, even just her bra strap, I couldn't wait to masturbate over the passion filled thought of her having sweaty sex with me. Of course, being the good, Christian, church attending man that I am, I'd never do any of those things, other than masturbate, while thinking of her naked. Yet, last I checked, so long as I didn't act upon my perverse impulses, there's no crime in thinking that I'd do any and all of those things to her oh, so young and shapely body.

Enlisted as a reluctant volunteer to pick her up at the airport in the dead of night, if I didn't know I was wide awake, after guzzling down two cups of hot, black coffee, especially upon seeing her, I'd think I was still ensconced in bed dreaming an erotic fantasy about her. Now, needing more than caffeine, needing a stronger drug to soothe my sexually frustrated soul, what I really needed was a double, single malted scotch, neat, with water on the side and a stripper's pole between her legs for her to entertain me, while giving me a sexy striptease show of her hot, naked body. Already lost in thinking dirty thoughts, that was the first time that I met my girlfriend, Anne's daughter, Ellen, when picking her up at the airport.

Already inscribed in my brain, with her image permanently etched there, as if her lovely face was a brain tattoo, the memory of that first moment, seeing her so happy to see me, will remain with me for the rest of my life. Having become so sedately accustomed to Anne's sad, tired face, no longer connecting in the way that we used to, when we were first together and especially now, after she started working the graveyard shift, 

we were done. Having run its course, a relationship that barely had two happy years, before everything turned sour and mundane, our relationship had been over for years. Then, when the epiphany of having someone like Ellen in my life hit me in the way of a lightning bolt, I knew then and there that ending my relationship with Anne to start one with Ellen or with someone like Ellen was inevitable.

When Anne wasn't working, she was sleeping and, as if I wasn't even there, when she wasn't sleeping, she was ignoring me reading her book or watching HDTV home designer and decorator shows. Sure, without doubt, everyone needs down time, but when her work, sleep, and relaxation time doesn't include me, she may as well live alone. Better off without me, I may as well not even be there for all she'd care. No longer wanting me in the way she once did, I can't remember the last time we had sex. I can't recall the last time we had fun. If asked to highlight our relationship, all I'd remember of it is her bitching at me to fix something or do something that I didn't want to do, such as picking up her daughter at the airport, which I'm now so glad I did.

Without her looking through me in the way that Anne does now, Ellen looked at me, in the way that her mother used to notice me a mere seven years ago, when we first met. Yeah, sure, Anne had shown me pictures of Ellen, but most of them were of her as a child. Acting interested in seeing her baby pictures, I had no idea that this gawky, little girl with braces and a teddy bear body would turn out to be such a raving beauty. I never expected her to look anything like this. If I did, I would have shaved, showered, worn clean clothes, and combed my hair, instead of just covering it with a baseball cap. 

As if she was a fleeing, graceful gazelle being chased by a pack of wild hyenas on the African plain, she walked briskly towards me. With her hair flying back, as if she was a supermodel walking a runway with a wind blowing fan on her, she looked so hot. Instead of being just another passenger at the airport, surrounded by a herd of doting men from Brazilian and Italian soccer teams visiting America to play, she was the centerpiece of a crowd of admiring young, fit men at the airport. As if she was their superstar, a real live celebrity, they were all excitedly speaking to her in broken English, while following her, hitting on her, and trying to get her attention enough for her to notice them. Obviously enjoying the attention she received, she looked at them, smiled, and laughed. Backing off when they saw her walking towards me, no doubt, with them thinking that I was her father, being old enough that I could have been her daddy, she shocked them and me, when she gave me a full pelvis to belly body hug. With my cock pressed against her belly and her tits pressed against my chest, she hugged me, as if I was her boyfriend back from a tour of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Oh, my God, the feel of her stomach against my cock was electric. Then, shocking the shit out of me and them, she reached behind me and grabbed my ass, while pulling me forward, and kissing me full on the lips. As if I suddenly had a fever, once she pressed her belly harder against my hard cock, we were already connected, as if we were naked in bed and making love. If only she was a bit taller and I was a bit shorter, my emerging erection would have found a familiar warm, wet place between her legs, but for her clothes. So tempted to reach down, cup her ass in both my hands, and lift her up, while hoping she'd wrap her legs around me, I didn't dare touch her for fear that there'd be someone at the airport who'd recognize me.

If I had died then and went to Heaven, I would have been blissfully happy with the thought that I was dreaming, while holding her and kissing her. Only, if I had died then and went to Hell, I would have missed her sticking her tongue in my mouth and French kissing me. Without doubt, unless I prematurely ejaculated now, I'll be masturbating, before dreaming about this tonight.

"Oh, my God! She kissed me. I can't believe she kissed me. Thank you, Jesus," I silently prayed.

Wondering if she's ever French kissed anyone so old, this was my first time French kissing anyone so young. Amid the whistling admiration of that horny bunch of young, foreign men, they watched her make a spectacle of me, as if I was Tom Cruise and she was Rene Zellweger in Jerry Maguire. Never having been kissed like that before, just as she melted me with her sexual hello, she mesmerize me with her lips, her tongue, her hand on my ass, and the feel of her warm body so close to mine. Then, what she said next shocked me more than her kiss.

"I love you, Daddy," she said pulling away without breaking eye contact with me and without a misdirection to acknowledge any of the staring and admiring men or a misstep to clue anyone watching that I wasn't her Dad. As if what she said was a bump of my turntable, with the needle scratching across my favorite love song, Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra, she excited me with her quick sense of humor and her fun sense of eroticism. Anne never would have done anything like this, that's for sure. Too embarrassed to be seen with me, sometimes, I think, Anne never would have made a spectacle of herself or of me by hugging me, kissing me in public, and calling me her Daddy.

By the shocked look on the faces of the soccer players and how quiet they all suddenly became, she said those four words, "I love you, Daddy," loudly clear enough for our audience of admiring and, no doubt, envious men to plainly hear. Then, in her continuation of the sexy game she played with them and with me, wishing she'd unzip me and pull out my cock and stroke me, before falling to her knees to suck me, almost just as good, she reached her hand down the front of my pants to slowly feel the growing length of my emerging erection. Oh, my God, feeling as if I was going to have a heart attack from the sexual excitement of her kissing me, a not even yet realized sexual fantasy already come true, I couldn't even wrap my brain around her feeling my cock through my pants, especially the shocking ramifications of her calling me Daddy.

"I missed you, Daddy," she said cupping my testicles through my pants. "Didn't you miss me?"

"Yes, oh, God, yes, I've missed you. You have no idea how much I've missed you. I've been dreaming of you and of this day for seven, long, miserable, and suffering years, ever since I turned 43-years-old and ever since I thought my sexual life, as I knew it, was over, when I got with your boringly, frigid mother," I wanted to say but, frozen in place by the sexual attention she rewarded me with for merely meeting her at the airport, I didn't.

Not having the power of speech, with my brain unable to match my thoughts with my voice, fortunately saving myself from embarrassment later, I didn't dare answer her loaded question. I didn't dare say what I was thinking. I didn't dare tell her that I already so wanted her over her mother. Not wanting to frighten her by having her think that I was a degenerate deviate, by coming on too strong, even though she blew my mind, I just smiled.




Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter



Then, even though I now knew who she was and, obviously, she knew who I was, without even so much as a formal introduction, a how do you do and a handshake, she lifted my right hand and placed it on her ample, left breast and squeezed. Then, stepping on my shoes and standing on her toes, as if she was my daughter and I was dancing with her at her wedding, she wrapped her arm around my neck, while pulling my lips down to her lips, closed her eyes, and French kissed me again. This time, her kiss was a much longer, deeper, and more probing kiss. Following her lead, having already lost my senses in her perfume, my mind to the feel of her soft, full, red lips against mine, and my dignity to the sensation of her breast that filled my hand, with a hand wrapped around her slim waist, I pulled her closer, closed my eyes, and returned her kiss. Immediately my mind blanked, as if I was floating on a cloud on my way to Heaven. With that second kiss, I was her sex slave forever. With that second kiss, she ruined me from thinking of any other woman but her, including and especially her mother, what's her name, my girlfriend.

With my left hand feeling her nipple emerging and pushing through the material of her blouse and bra, I felt the tip of her mammary gland hardening against the center of my sweaty palm. Unable to stop my fingers from moving, especially after she squeezed my hand in her encouragement for me to feel her tit, my fingertips felt her bra clad breast, as if I was testing for a ripe grapefruit in a supermarket. As if I was a horny teenager again sitting in the last row at the movies with slutty Gina, thirty years ago, never have I felt such sexual excitement, as I was experiencing now. Then, already having bet the farm, I went for broke, reached behind her, and grabbed a handful of her round, firm ass and squeezed. If I had the presence of mind and the balls enough to do it, I would have reached beneath her short skirt and grabbed a handful of her panty clad pussy, that is, knowing her as I do now, if she was even wearing panties.

Too sexually excited to be embarrassed, forsaking my honor, my dignity, and my modesty for a chance with her, I wanted to turn to everyone staring and tell them that I really wasn't her father, but her mother's boyfriend. Instead, with her second kiss raising me to new sexual heights that I haven't experienced, since I was a testosterone filled, always horny teenager, suddenly feeling like the lover that I wished I was, wanting to tell them all, indeed, that I was her boyfriend and her lover, I didn't say anything. It was then that I realized, instead of being her father or her boyfriend and lover, in a sudden sad sense of strained reality, I was merely her mother's boyfriend and lover. Other than that, wishing I did, I had no sexual connection or romantic claim to this woman. Obviously and sadly, she was just playing a sexy game that she must have played with other men before.

A mere mortal, albeit now an admitted dirty old man, who has just lost his mind over my girlfriend's sexy, slutty daughter, I was deranged with inappropriate thoughts of Ellen on her knees and sucking my cock or leaning forward, when taking her from behind and feeling her tits. Not wanting to ruin the moment, with my emotions heightened to that of a seething, smoking, and active volcano ready to erupt to show his lust for his girlfriend's daughter, I maintained my silence. As if I was an onion covered with complicated layers from having lived life for so long, she peeled them all away with just her kiss.

"How did she do that?" I thought to myself.

Only, when the kiss and the feel of her warm body against mine was over, when I was no longer a pawn in her sexy game that made her use me in her crave for everyone's shocked attention, especially mine, now alone with my bad self and feeling immediately abandoned, I was crushed. Oh, what a fool I've been to have played such a losing game with her. How could she use me and arouse me like that? Why me? Why her? Why now? Why the Hell not? So what? Who cares? The important fact remains is she French kissed me.

Coming home and living with us, after graduating from college, receiving her master's degree in physiology, and majoring in physical therapy, even after the prelude of that sexual episode at the airport, I couldn't even imagine what would have happened between her and me, if the first move was left up to me. Nothing probably. Never would I have kissed her or even touched her. With her being the daughter of my girlfriend, I never would have started something that I couldn't finish. I didn't dare. I wouldn't have had the balls to even kiss her, never mind French kiss her, in the way she French kissed me. Without doubt, I wouldn't have had the balls to grope her breast through her blouse and finger her nipple through her bra in the way she felt my cock through my pants.

Suddenly, feeling so sexually stressed, I needed some relief. Feeling a phantom pain in my neck that continued down my spine, before culminating in stiffening my cock, in desperate need of a bit of massage therapy, and with her coincidentally being a physical therapist, I wondered if she'd be willing to give me a naked massage, one that had a happy ending. Only, quickly returning to reality, how could I even think such inappropriate thoughts about my girlfriend's daughter, but I was. No longer thinking of how I'd hurt Anne, I was too preoccupied in thinking of how I'd please Ellen.

Because she was such a knockout, even had she not pressed her body against mine and kissed me, grabbed my ass, and felt my erection through my pants, no doubt, I still would have inappropriately been thinking of Ellen naked. Yet, the fact that she had already French kissed me, allowed me to feel her breast, and grabbed her ass, I so wanted to experience feeling her again. Heralding the introduction of her to my life, now whenever thinking of my girlfriend's, sexy, slutty daughter, the Eagles song, Witchy Woman, suddenly played a sad and sexually frustrating refrain through my head. 

"Raven hair and ruby lips, sparks fly from her fingertips. Echoed voices in the night, she's a restless spirit on an endless flight. Woo hoo witchy woman, see how high she flies. Woo hoo witchy woman, she got the moon in her eye."

Only hoping she's not evil, whether real or imagined, definitely, she's my witchy woman. As if the elevator doors suddenly parted and seeing Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, or Elizabeth Taylor emerge in their day, when seeing Ellen for the first time emerge from that airplane disembarking tunnel, beginning with how shockingly good-looking she is, I could go down the list describing all of the cliché attributes of her beauty. Suffice to say that she's beautiful, a real beauty and, whether on stage, screen, or in magazines, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.

Instantly, feeling my cock swell, as if playing the odds, when counting cards at a Blackjack table, taking a big gamble, she was worth the risk of getting caught cheating. Yet, with a bad storm brewing on the horizon, I was adrift in a turbulent ocean without a life vest or a paddle, while wondering what my chances were with her. Nonetheless, with my thoughts of abandoning my current ship to jump aboard her vessel and sail away with her from my safe harbor, forsaking mother for daughter, suddenly feeling as if I was a man overboard, instead of captain of my own lifeboat, I realized that I needed more than the strong, uncontrollable sexual attraction that I had for her. Other than how hot she looked, ready to sink or swim, I didn't even know the woman and she didn't know me, but she was worth jumping ship to find out more about her.

"Oh, boy," I thought to myself, while hoping my sexual attraction to my girlfriend's daughter wasn't my fatal undoing. Already in deep, way over my head and lost at sea, unable to think of anyone but her, I was in real trouble now. "Oh, boy," if this is my chance to live my life in the way that I want to live it, what do I do now?

Not even thinking about my 48-year-old girlfriend, Anne, in deference to her 24-year-old daughter, actually forgetting about Ellen's mother, as if finally meeting a movie star in person that I had lusted over for years, I was suddenly lost in the moment, a moment that never ended. Only, once seeing Ellen, even before she kissed me and allowed me to touch her, while feeling me, if a crime happened in front of my eyes at the airport, the criminal would have gone by me unnoticed and gotten away. Unless I was suddenly struck blind, I could not remove my stare from her beautiful face and sexy figure.

"Please God, I was just kidding before about wanting to be blind. Please don't strike me blind, especially not now," I thought to myself while staring at her beautiful face and shapely body.

Normally attracted to tall, blue eyed, busty, Texas blondes, women my age, a little younger or a bit older, in comparison, Ellen was just a little, young thing. Barely 5'4" tall without benefit of heels, she was a petite 115 pounds, but with the shapely body of 34-22-34, I found out later. A woman blessed with natural curves, she had a figure that kept me staring and maintained my sexual interest, whenever she paraded around me in her barely there bikini or in her short skirt and low cut blouse. I never tired of looking at her.

Knowing that I should have felt ashamed of myself for holding her, for French kissing her, for inappropriately touching her, and for wishing she were mine, I didn't care that she was only 24-years-old and I was 50-years-old. Somehow, at least to me, and hoping she'd feel the same way, too, our ages didn't matter. Quickly, I did the math in my head. Gees, just out of high school, she was only 18-years-old, when I was 44-years-old. Jesus. Yet, in fifteen years, she'd be 39-years-old, when I'm 65-years-old, not so bad, so long as I watched what I ate, stayed in shape, and took Viagra to remain sexually active. Moreover, in fifty years, she'll be 74-years-old and I'll be (gulp) 100-years-old. I should live so long, by then, no doubt, I'd be tired of her and will be looking for a younger chick, a nice 65-year-old.

Better looking than Faith Hill and Katherine Zeta Jones, my long time hot women standards that measured a woman's beauty and since, replaced by Jessica Alba and Natalie Portman, Ellen made them all pale in comparison. Hearing the song, The Girl From Ipanema play endlessly in my head, as she strutted her stuff, while walking towards me in the airport, she hit me in the way that Mia Farrow must have hit Frank Sinatra or Lauren Bacall hit Humphrey Bogart. Already dazed and disoriented, yet, realizing, of course, how easy it is for a younger woman to seduce an older man and make him fall in love with her, aside from money, power, and influence, I never understood why a younger woman would ever fall in love with an older man. Powerless to care about our ages or about her mother, love at first sight, I was already in lustful love with her, as I hoped she was with me, while knowing that she wasn't.

Perhaps, our huge differences in age would be an issue later but, at least for me, especially for me, it wasn't an issue now. Acting as if nothing happened during the drive home from the airport, sitting in shocked silence, while playing a looping video in my head of her touching me and kissing me, I listened to her endlessly talk about herself. Perhaps the nonstop drone of her voice would be annoying, one day, especially when she started talking about fashion, but it wasn't now. Sweetly feminine, she had the kind of voice that would make me hard, while she talked dirty to me in bed. 

"May I suck your cock, again, Drew?" I imagined her being cutely submissive enough to ask my permission to suck my cock, while we lazed around in bed.

"Of course you may suck my cock again, Ellen. Please do. It would be my pleasure for you to suck my cock."

"Oh, thank you, Drew. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Don't mention it, Ellen. Just suck."

As much as I was stunned by her extraordinary beauty, I was still stunned by her sexy, albeit aggressively slutty behavior at the airport, that is, until she said something else that caught my attention, other than calling me Daddy.  

"My mother is lucky to have a man like you," she said allowing me to catch her looking down at my crotch. "In one quick feel of you, I could tell that you have a big cock," she said still staring at the bulge my growing erection made in my pants, before looking up at me and smiling. "Having already been with a lot of men, I mean, a few men, I know enough that I prefer a man that has a big cock."

"Thank you," I said eager but nervous to broach the next subject for me to get a sense of her and hear her reaction to what happened. Catching me off guard by talking about my cock, it amazed me that she was the aggressive one and I was the shy one. Doing all that I imagined doing to her, she shocked me with her forwardness. "That was quite the show you put on for those poor men at the airport. Realizing that they understood more English than I understood Brazilian or Italian, I knew enough to know what they were all talking about, when they ended their sentences with Papa!"

"Isn't that every man's fantasy," she said putting her hand to my thigh and looking up at me to make eye contact, "to have sex with his daughter?"

Who's your Daddy? Oh, gees, I wanted to say, just take off all your clothes and call me Drew, Daddy, or whatever you need to call me to get you in bed. Glad that she wasn't my daughter, if she was, just by what I was thinking of doing to her, I'd be breaking the law in most of the United States and many other countries.

"No, that's not my fantasy," I said looking down at her hand, while wanting to grab it and move it to my cock.

Hoping she'd move her hand higher to touch my cock through my pants again, while thinking that it was my sexual fantasy to have sex with her, this young woman was way ahead of me on the sexual sophistication scale. Even if she was my daughter, she was beautiful and sexy enough that I'd, no doubt, want to have sex with her. Fortunately, she wasn't my daughter. Unfortunately, she was my girlfriend's daughter.

"Tell me, what's your fantasy, then?" She left her hand on my thigh, before finally removing it and when she did, suddenly experiencing separation anxiety, in the way of being spooned one minute, before my bedmate turned away from me the next, already I missed the warmth of her hand. 

"Oh, I don't know, like every other man, I'm a voyeur. It turns me on to see something that I'm not supposed to see," I said hoping she'd show me some part of her body, while wanting to tell her that what happened at the airport was really my sexual fantasy come true.

Only treading unfamiliar ground, I didn't know what to say to someone so young, albeit so sexually provocative, to make her want me. Maybe I should be talking about Twitter or Facebook to her, but I didn't have either of those. Willing to continue playing her game, if that's what she was doing and if that's what it would take to get in bed with her, I was hoping for more. Yet, not wanting to risk a hot night of sex by asking her to make a commitment to me, a man old enough to be her father, with all of this going too fast too soon, I decided to play it by ear and go with the flow, by allowing her to take the lead.

"So, understanding voyeurism, as I do, if I was to raise my skirt," she said with a devilish grin. She reached down to raise her short skirt high enough up her shapely thighs to show me that she was wearing panties and, nearly driving off the road, I stared down at her panty clad pussy mound. "And if I was to unbutton my blouse," she said with a sexy smile. She looked over at me watching her, as she unbuttoned enough buttons of her blouse and flayed it open wide enough for me to see her bra, cleavage, and the full roundness of the tops of her breasts. "While acting as if I didn't know that I was so exposed," she said turning her head away from me to mindlessly look out her passenger side window. "Would seeing me sitting like this so exposed arouse you? Would seeing my panty and bra make you want me?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes," I said staring down between her legs, before looking up at her breasts. Forgetting about trying to be Mr. Cool, I involuntarily blurted out my desire for her. Oh, my God, who is this woman?

Wishing I wasn't driving, wanting to stop the car and park along the side of the road and make out with her, I wanted to touch all that I was seeing of her. Unfortunately having to pay attention to the road, unfortunately trying to remain faithful to her mother, I excitedly looked over at her exposed panty and bra a half dozen times, before grinding my teeth in sexual frustration and tightly gripping the steering wheel, as if I was driving white knuckled in a road race.

"Men are so easy," she said laughing, while pulling down her short skirt and buttoning her blouse. "You guys are all alike no matter what your age."

Damn, she was such a slutty, sexy tease but, never having been sexually teased like that, especially by a woman so beautiful and one who didn't have to tease me to get my attention, I was loving every second of her attention. A gross understatement, even when I was a teenager, never have I been the focused sexual attention of a woman so young and so hot. Having been accustomed to women, who viewed sex as something they had to do, this young woman viewed sex as something fun and exciting. Already, she was years beyond her mother in understanding what men want and need. Already, willing to do whatever she wanted me to do, she had me as an active participant in her sexy game of tickle and tease.

"What's your sexual fantasy?" Hoping that I was acting hip, cool, and sexy, instead of old, boring, and perverted, I didn't want her to think that I was like all the other men she knew, just after one thing, which I was, of course, while hoping for more.

"Oh, that's easy," she said. "I'm such an exhibitionist. If I wasn't such a slut, I'd be embarrassed," she said with a sexy laugh. "Exposing myself turns me on, especially when showing my body to a man who appreciates all that I'm showing him. I love teasing a man," she said turning to look at me and waiting until I made eye contact with her, before turning away. "It turns me on to show a man something that he's hoping to see, but not expecting to see, while pretending that I don't know that I'm showing, as much as I'm he's seeing," she said with another sexy laugh.

"Wow," I said looking at her in disbelief that a woman as beautiful, as sexy, and as slutty as her really exists. "Is that what you just did to me? Were you experiencing your sexual fantasy, in showing me your panty and bra?"

"No, not at all," she smiled me her patience. "Flashing you my panty and bra was only for your benefit not for mine. For me to get aroused, a game that I enjoy playing, when exposing myself, it must appear accidental. It works better, if I think that the man is taking advantage of me by peeping. Preferring to play the innocent victim, instead of the beguiling vixen, I love driving men wild with desire for me. Then, if he plays the game correctly, I'll show him everything that he's hoping to see."

"Everything?" I looked at her, while imagining her naked and standing in the middle of a crowd of men.

"Everything," she said with a smile that made me smile.

Rule! Rules! Where do I find the damn rules to correctly play her game of exhibitionism and voyeurism? Or as women and men, are we born with an inherent knowledge how to correctly play such a sexy game? Only, absent that day, married, no doubt, to my ex-wife or living in sin with Ellen's mother, I didn't get the memo.

"Wow," I said again no longer trying to act hip, cool, and/or sexy but, instead prying her for more masturbation material. "Do you have any accidental on purpose flashes that you can share with me?" I looked over at her just as a sexy smile widened her lips.




Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter



"There are so many that I wouldn't know which ones to pick, Drew," she said laughing. 

Suddenly imagining her saying so much more, it made me hot to hear my name roll off her lips. Kiss me, Drew, I imagined her saying. Undress me, Drew. Touch me, Drew. Lick me, Drew. Fuck me, Drew.

"It doesn't much matter which ones you tell me, just tell me some, as a way to pass the time," I said shrugging my shoulders, while trying to act coolly disinterested enough to be hip in wanting to know more details about her flashing her sexy body. Even though my cock was ready to show her how sexually excited she was making me by discussing her sexual fantasy, I was hoping that she didn't notice.

"Well," she laughed, obviously already seeing through my ploy. "I've accidentally on purpose lost my bikini top at the beach more than a few times, purposely have worn a short, flared skirt on a windy day with and without wearing panties," she said with a sexy laugh, while cocking her head to look at me from for my reaction. 

Was she being honest or was she trying to shock me? Was this part of her game? Not knowing her well enough, but enjoying all of her that I was seeing and hearing, I didn't know. 

"Remind me to bring my video recorder, whenever I go out with you," I said with a laugh in trying to act coolly funny but being totally serious.

"I've given men sitting across from me on a subway up skirt peeks of my panty, and men standing over me on the bus down blouse views of my bra and cleavage. Yet, malls are my absolute favorite places to tease men. Shoe stores that have men helping to fit my feet and dressing rooms that still have curtains, instead of doors are always a good way to allow men to see all that they're hoping to see."

"Let me know the next time you go to the mall," I said with a chuckle and in my calmest voice, while wanting to scream, holy shit! Are you kidding me?

Voyeur man meet exhibitionist woman. I just found the woman of my dreams. Only, just as it's too bad that she's so much younger than me, it's too bad that she's my girlfriend's daughter. Wishing I was born ten years later and Ellen was born ten years earlier, there'd only be six years between us. Then, I wondered, had I married her, if I'd be lusting over her mother, Anne, my mother, in the way that I was lusting over Ellen now. Eww, that's a gross thought. I just threw up in my mouth.

If this sexy relationship was to go any further, the reality of what may happen is not only devastating to my current girlfriend but also life altering to me. Not really even knowing Ellen, I had no idea what she was thinking about me and about all of this. Only, seeing that she was having a good time sharing her sexual fantasies with me, I didn't see anything wrong with me using her by getting her to impart more of her flashes. If nothing more than for masturbation material later, when alone in my room with my hand firmly around my cock, what she told me now about her sexual fantasy would make me cum later. I only wish she'd be there to watch. I only wish she'd be there to take my cock in her hand and stroke me, while talking dirty to me and telling me more about her experiences of exhibitionism.

"Why wait for me to go to the mall?" She flashed me that sexy smile that made me want to stop the car and lean to her and kiss her, while feeling her breast. "If you behave, maybe I'll give you a sexy exhibitionist show later," she said giving me a wink with a sexy laugh and touching my shoulder.

Way ahead of me on the sexual teasing scale, a mere pawn in her endless game of eroticism, sensuality, and sexuality, I couldn't tell if she was kidding or serious. Then, once home with her and with her mother working the graveyard shift as a nurse at the hospital, the reason why I was enlisted to pick Ellen up at the airport in the first place and the reason why we were alone together now, I didn't know what to expect. As far as I was concerned, even if it ended right now, this day couldn't be any more perfect.

Already past midnight but wanting to get to know her better, we stayed up having a couple of drinks. A willing participant in her game of flashing, I made sure to offer her the soft, low comfort of the couch, while I sat in the higher seated wing chair across from her, should she want to accidentally on purpose flash me her panty again. Only, with our conversation going so well, surprisingly sex took a backseat to us getting better acquainted, that is, until she excused herself to get ready for bed. Even though I was as tired as I was horny, correction, hornier than I was tired, I could have stayed up all night talking to her. As intelligent, as she was witty and sexy, I couldn't think of anymore to ask of her in a woman, other than wishing she was more my age. If only we were closer in age, if only she was Anne's younger sister, instead of Anne's sexy daughter, perhaps, I'd have a better chance of bedding her, no doubt.

Nonetheless, as a grand finale nightcap to my day, I couldn't wait to masturbate over the thoughts of kissing her, touching her, and feeling, while she kissed and touched me. I couldn't wait to replay her raising her short skirt to show me her panty and unbuttoning her blouse to show me her cleavage and bra, while stroking my cock to the imagined thoughts of her sucking and fucking me. I couldn't wait to fall asleep kissing my pillow, while dreaming of her sleeping naked in bed with me. I couldn't wait to see her again tomorrow morning.

Anne had given her daughter the guest bedroom, which was the furthest room at the end of the hall. Unless I was standing at the end of the hall and peeping through her bedroom door keyhole, unless I had the balls enough to be as sexually aggressive, as she had been and open her bedroom door without knocking on the pretense of delivering her an extra blanket and pillow, my sexy show was over for the night and I was going to bed with my hairy hand. Maybe tomorrow, while her mother is still sleeping, she'll emerge from her room wearing a sexy, nearly transparent nightgown, without possessing the modesty to wear a bathrobe. Maybe tomorrow, she'll allow me a peep of her body in an up nightgown view of her pussy or a down nightgown view of her tits. Maybe tomorrow, while I'm out back cleaning the pool, she'll want to take a swim in her barely there bikini or ask me to grease her Heavenly body with sunscreen. Maybe tomorrow, purposely by accident, of course, she'll lose her bikini top, "Oops", and flash me her tits.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I can't wait for tomorrow, but tonight, my plan is to masturbate, while thinking about her."

While picking up our empty glasses in the living room, her bedroom light caught my attention and I saw a flash of her reflection in the glass of the picture that hung on the wall across from her room. With her bedroom light on, her door wide open, and the hall leading to her room dark, the voyeuristic setting was the perfect invitation that not only caught me by surprise but also took all the self-control that I possessed to resist me from looking, staring, and leering. Unable to walk down the hall without being noticed and deemed a dirty, peeping, old man, if I stood at an angle and stared at the picture, I could see her reflection in the glass.

"Oh, my God."

Not having the brazen nerve to walk to her room and stand in her doorway, figuring she'd spoil my sexy fun by stopping her disrobing and slamming shut her bedroom door in my face, if watching her through the glass was the next best thing, I was happy with just that. Only, I couldn't help but think that I was a pawn in her game of voyeurism and exhibitionism again. Just as I couldn't help but think that she was teasing me again, especially after she confessed her sexual fantasy to me of exposing herself, I couldn't help but think that she was purposely hoping to flash me, while making it appear accidental. Was she hoping I'd see her naked? Did she just forget to close her bedroom door? Did she think that I already went to bed and she was alone? Whatever floats her boat, I didn't really care what she was thinking, so long as I got to see her naked. Happy just to go along for the ride as a spectator in her sexy game of flashing, I only wish I had more to look forward to with her than just seeing her naked reflection.

As if watching a late night porn movie, standing in the dark, while fingering the head of my cock through my pants, I watched her slowly unbutton her blouse. With her blouse flayed wide open and her exposed bra and cleavage in plain, albeit reflective view, she took her sweet time unbuttoning the cuffs on her sleeves, before removing her blouse and walking across the room to hang it over a chair. Did she know I was there watching her? Did she know that I could see her reflection through the picture glass and see her undressing? Then, as if this was my sexual fantasy come true, instead of being a pawn in her sexual fantasy, I watched her reach behind her and unbutton and unzip her short skirt. In direct proportion to my sexual excitement going up, her short skirt went down to reveal her white, bikini panty.

"Oh, my God. Thank you, Jesus," I said under my breath. "I owe you one for this, Lord. I promise I'll go to church every Sunday if she removes her bra and panty, before dousing the light or closing her door."

Now, dressed in my favorite outfit, a low cut bra that barely covered her areolas and nipples, and a skin tight bikini panty that hugged and served up her sweet ass, she looked as hot in her lingerie, as I had already imagined. I only wished I could see her head on and closer up, instead of just watching her reflection in the glass. Much prettier than Gisele Bundchen, if only she was taller, with the body she possessed, she could make it as a Victoria's Secrets lingerie model. Not wanting her to rush her striptease show, hoping she'd take her sweet time stripping, watching her, as if she undressed in slow motion, I watched her reach around her back and unhook her bra.

"Thank you, Jesus. I promise to say one thousand Hail Marys."

Involuntarily, I held my breath, while watching her bra straps slowly fall, first one and then the other. Did she know I was there watching her? Did she know that I could see her? Then, she peeled the bra cups from her perfectly symmetrical breasts. Oh, my God, she has such beautiful breasts, so much better than her mother's breasts, that I wondered for a minute if they were real or even, if she was adopted. Just as I knew she wasn't adopted, when her breasts moved with her every movement, I knew her breasts were real and not silicone.

As if I was standing there watching her through her bedroom window, instead of peeping on her through the glass of the hall picture, I couldn't believe my eyes, when she wiggle out of her panty. Standing there as if thinking of her day, while I wondered if she was thinking of me, she was totally naked. Naked, naked, naked, as if a fire alarm sounded off in my head, my girlfriend's daughter was standing in her bedroom naked with the light on and her door wide open.

"There is a God!"

Now, parading around the room without a stitch of clothes, she started unpacking her bag. So, tempted to unzip myself and take out my cock to the naked sight of her, so tempted to strip naked and walk down the hallway to stand in the doorway of her room to join her, it was then that I realized that if I could see her in the glass, she could see me, too.

"Shit! Fuck!"

Content enough having seen her naked, albeit just her reflection, not wanting to make a fool of myself by standing there long enough to be caught peeping and deemed a dirty, old man, I quietly retired to my bedroom. Only, I knew, after all that happened with my girlfriend's sexy, slutty daughter, there was no way that I could make it through the night without giving myself some sexual relief. Wishing I had the audacious perversity to walk to her room, take her in my arms, and kiss her, before fucking her, only, too afraid of all the potential ramifications of dipping my cock in my girlfriend's daughter, it was enough that she French kissed me, felt my cock through my pants, and flashed me her bra and panties. Now, after seeing her naked reflection through the glass, so happy that I was chosen as the reluctant volunteer to meet her at the airport, her sexy striptease capped off a perfect evening.

With my stiffened cock in one hand and a handful of tissues in the other, I closed my eyes, while imagining Ellen stroking me. As if it was all a just sexual fantasy, too sexually excited to believe all that just happened, never have I met a woman so beautiful, so sexy, and so perfect for me. Wanting to take my time cumming, wanting to prolong my ejaculation by masturbating slow, while replaying all that happened in my head, my mind was filled with thoughts of Ellen. Knowing that it would excite me too much, I delayed the part of seeing her naked, until the very end. Instead, while standing in the dark hall, I replayed the reflection of her unbuttoning her blouse. Oh, my God, way beyond my years, how can someone so young be so hot and so sexually sophisticated?

I thought about her unzipping and unbuttoning her short skirt. Holding my breath, while watching her short skirt fall, seeing her bikini panty clad ass was like nothing I could have imagined ever seeing. What an ass? She has such an incredible, round, firm ass. Then, remembering her reflection, I watched her reach behind herself to unhook her bra to show me her amazing breasts to me. A perfect B cup, she may not have the biggest tits, but she has the best tits. So shapely and symmetrical round, I only wish I could have seen her nipples and areolas more clearly. I only wish I could have touch them, felt them, caressed them, and sucked them. Still trying to wrap my brain around all that I've seen of her, I saw the reflection of her tits.

Then, when she pulled down her panties and wiggled her ass out of them, she was there naked, naked, naked and I caught a glimpse of her trimmed, dark brown pussy. Watching her meander around her room naked, I was so tempted to stand in her doorway. I wonder what she would have done then had I stood there naked with my cock in hand. Would she have invited me in her bedroom or would she have slam shut her door and told her mother the next morning that I not only peeped on her but also exposed myself to her? Wishing I had taken the risk, kicking myself for not walking to her room, seeing a better view of her naked would have been worth her telling her mother that I peeped on her.

Having only just met her, she's already French kissed me, felt my cock through my pants, and grabbed my ass. Knowing her for not even 24 hours, she French kissed me again, allowed me to feel her ass, put my hand on her breast, and flashed me her panties and bra. Then, admittedly, even though it was just her reflection, I saw her naked, not clearly, but enough for me to be masturbating over her reflective image of her now.

"God, oh, my God. Thank you God for not making me blind. Thank you God for giving my girlfriend a sexy, albeit slutty daughter."

Still not wanting to cum, wanting to delay the finale, I continued thinking of Ellen, while stroking my cock just a little faster. If only I had the balls enough to go to her room. I still can, but I didn't dare. What if she's sleeping? What if I startle her? What if she sleeps in the nude? Oh, my God. What if she's waiting for me to make a move? Oh, God. What should I do? Instead, needing to cum, so that I could go to sleep, before doing something stupid that I'll regret and that will embarrass me, anger Anne, and frighten Ellen, my safest bet, I was relegated to pleasuring myself.

"Do you need a hand?"

As if her voice was in my head, as if her voice was far off in the distance, as if an Angel was calling to me from Heaven and offering to help masturbate me, still stroking myself, I answered the question, as if talking to myself. 

"Yes, oh, God yes. I need to cum."

Still unaware of her, unable to feel the pressure of her body, when she sat, she shocked me, when I realized she was there sitting on the edge of my bed. Even when she took my cock in her hand, I thought I was dreaming. It wasn't until she spoke again is when she startled me awake from my sexual fantasy of masturbating over her.

"With me having to learn massage, as part of my physiology program and as part of becoming a physical therapist, one of the side benefits of that is, I'm expert at giving hand jobs," she said with a sexy laugh.

"Ellen!"

Abruptly awakened from my sexual fantasy, she was sitting on my bed naked. Naked, as in having not a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body, she was naked, naked, naked. My girlfriend's daughter was in my bedroom and sitting on my bed naked. Just as I couldn't believe my luck, wondering if I was dreaming, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"I won't tell, if you don't tell," she said looking up at me in the dark, while fondling the head of my erect cock with her manicured fingers. "As soon as I felt you through your pants at the airport, I just knew you had a big prick and I couldn't wait to see it and to touch it. Just as I knew that your cock was wasted on my mom," she said with a sad smile, "I knew your cock wouldn't be wasted on me," she said with a sexy smile. "Having nursed too long, my Mom has become detached from her emotions and is too clinical, even with me and, I imagine, with you, too, Drew. My mom doesn't know how to sexually satisfy a man in the way that I can."

"Yes," was all that I could say in agreement with her. Wanting to confess how we haven't had sex in a long while, with her hand and fingers already around my cock stroking me and with one having nothing to do with the other, I didn't want to ruin a good thing by telling her about her mother's nonexistent sex drive. Instead, I watched her stare down at my cock, while I stared at her naked breasts in the dark.

"Touch me," she said. "Feel my tits. Finger my nipples. It excites me to have my tits felt and my nipples fingered," she said pausing to look up at my face, no doubt, to watch my reaction to what she was about to say next, "while sucking on a man's cock."

Not one to disappoint a woman, willing to give her whatever she wants, it's only fair that if she's willing to suck my cock that I should take one for the team and force myself to feel her tits, while fingering her nipples. As if her tit was the most precious thing in the world, I reached out my hand and took her naked breast in my hand, before fingering her nipples.

"Thank you, Jesus," I said in my silent prayer. "I swear I'll go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life."

"You got me all hot in bothered at the airport, when you surprised me by returning my kiss, before grabbing my ass, which is why I flashed you my panty and bra in the car," she said a bit breathlessly from the attention that I was paying her nipples and/or the attention she was paying my cock. "I was hoping you'd pull over somewhere dark. I was so hot for you that had you pulled over, I would have sucked and fucked you right there, Drew."

"I wanted to and I almost did, but I was afraid. I didn't want to frighten you," I said.

"You'd have to something really crazy to frighten me away from you," she said with a dirty laugh, before leaning down and kissing me again, while still holding and slowly stroking my cock. "Then, when you watched me strip naked through my reflection in the picture, waiting for you to make your move first, there was just no way that I wasn't going to have sex with you. After that exhibitionistic display, there was just no way that I wasn't going to stroke you, suck you, and fuck you. Then, even though I was waiting for you and expecting you to, I realized, because of my Mom, you'd never come to my room, so I came to your room, instead," she said with a giggle.




Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter



As soon as I touched her breasts and fingered her nipples, as if her nipples were her on button, she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. I watched her in shocked disbelief sucking me. My girlfriend's daughter, a woman I only met a mere few hours ago was giving me a blowjob and what a blowjob it was. Better than any blowjob I could have imagined, she was giving me the best blowjob I've ever had in my life. Only, not ready to cum in her pretty, little mouth, there was so much more that I wanted to do to her first.

I needed to kiss her again. I needed to finger her, lick her, and eat her. I needed to give her pleasure first. If I was to win her heart, if I was to maintain her sexual interest, and keep her in my bed, I needed to sexually satisfy her by showing her that I wasn't a selfish lover. Just as she was giving me the damn best blowjob of my life, I needed to give her the best damn orgasm of her life. Then, before I fucked her, really slammed my cock deep inside of her, I needed to make love to her. Better than licking her pussy, better than having her suck my cock, I couldn't wait to French kiss her again and again, while my cock was imbedded deep inside of her.

"Wait, don't. Stop."

"What's wrong, Drew?"

"I can't wait to lick your pussy, but I really need to kiss you first, before I eat you," I said.

We kissed and kissed. We kissed, until my lips were red raw. We kissed, until I was satisfied that I had explored every shapely curve and crevice of her beautiful body a dozen times with my horny hands. 

"Be my guest," she said lying back, spreading her legs, and lifting her pussy with her hand to show me some moist pink.

"Only, kiss me again first," I said realistically knowing this sexual fantasy would end as quickly as it started. In addition to seeing her naked, having her suck my cock, and with me about to lick her pussy, I needed something more to remember her by, after she disappeared from my life. "Even though you don't love me, kiss me as if you do. For a mere moment, just humor me and pretend that you love me," I said pausing to look at her. "With you so young and me so much older, I need to know what it feels like to be kissed, really kissed, by you, if you truly loved me."

"Even though I don't love you?" She looked at me with seriousness. "How do you know I don't love you?"

Wanting to believe that she did, but knowing better that she didn't, the look she gave me confessed that she did love me, but how could someone so young and so beautiful love someone so old and so average so quickly? Easy to understand how I could love her, but how could she love me? We just met.

"What do you mean? Are you telling me that you love me? Wait, is this another game you're playing with me?" I wanted to laugh away my awkwardness, but she wasn't laughing. "Are you teasing me?"

"My Mom told me all about you, Drew," she said taking my hand in hers, bringing it to her lips, and kissing it. "She used to talk to me every day, before she started working the graveyard shift. I know more about you than you can imagine. I know how she's mistreated you by rejecting you, after all the things you've done for her. After all the nice things she said to me about you in the beginning, I couldn't wait to meet you. Then, when I finally did meet you, something took hold of me at the airport and I couldn't keep my hands and lips off of you."

Then, we kissed and kissed. We kissed until my lips were sore but I didn't care. We kissed until I couldn't breathe, but now every breath of mine belong to her. Never have I kissed a woman who could excite me with just her lips. If I was to rate her kissing, she was, without doubt, the best kisser in my life. She made me feel as though I was twenty-something again. Quickly changing from lust to love, never have I felt such love for anyone. It's been a long time, since anyone has kissed me in the way she kissed me.

"Now that was a kiss that shows me you love me," I said.

"I love you, Drew."

"I love you, Ellen."

With both of us already naked, in the mood, and aroused, we didn't waste any more time talking. Just the touch of her body, so firm, yet, so soft, and so different from Anne's body, I forgot what it felt like to touch the skin of a woman so forbiddingly young. Where Anne was busting her nurse's uniform at the seams from inactivity and a bad diet, Ellen had the body of a champion figure skater or an Olympic swimmer. Where Anne refused to dye her grey hair, Ellen had gorgeous natural brown hair, the color of multicolored veneered mahogany, from dark blonde to cherry red to chestnut. Still, something that aroused my attraction to her, albeit a much younger version of her, I could see so much of Anne in Ellen. They had the same laugh, smile, and voice. I imagine that if they were both in a darkened room, I'd have difficulty picking one from the other, when just hearing them talk or laugh.

Touching and feeling her everywhere, she made me forget that I was twenty-six years older than she was. As old as her father, no doubt, if he was still on the scene, if he still cared what happened to his daughter, in the way that I once cared about Anne and now cared about Ellen, I'm sure he'd have plenty to say about me having sex with Ellen, after having had sex with Anne. As soon as I mounted Ellen and she took my cock in her hand to guide me in her already wet pussy, the sensation of easing my engorged prick inside of her with a gentle hump was a feeling that I've felt before with any woman. While she returned my thrust, making love to her was nothing I ever could have imagined, had I been relegated to just masturbating over the sexually fantasized thoughts of having sex with her, instead of actually making love to her.

We had hot sex and while holding one another in the afterglow, we made a fatal mistake, a blessing in disguise, really, of falling asleep. As if she was the evil Godmother, the Devil in a white nurses uniform, while standing in my bedroom doorway, she screamed us awake.

"What's going on here?"

Oh shit! Duh? You're a nurse, a medical professional. I'm naked, your daughter is naked, what do you think is going on here? This wasn't a joint medical exam. We just had sex, double duh. Wanting to answer her rhetorical question, I bit my tongue.

"Anne! Oh, my God."

"Did you fuck him?" She looked at Ellen and without even waiting for her to respond, she looked at me. "Did you have sex with my baby girl?" Not even waiting for us to answer, the guilt was all over our naked bodies. "How could you?"

"Listen, Anne, what happened was...I'm sorry--"

"I really don't want to hear your excuses or apologies. You make your choice right now, Drew," she said. "It's either her or me. Do you want me or do you want my daughter?"

What seemed like several hours of me contemplating my universe with boring Anne in it, instead of sexy, slutty Ellen, was only a few seconds. I suddenly thought of how much Ellen's mother, what's her name, meant to me. I took an inventory in my mind listing all of her positives and all of her negatives. For sure, Anne's positives far outweighed her negatives, I think. When she wasn't working or sleeping, she was a good cook, I think, if I remember back to the last meal she made. Close to the same age and always on the same page, I didn't have to explain book, movie references, and jokes to her. She made a good living as a nurse. A game that I could teach Ellen, no doubt, if she didn't already know how to play, she knew how to play Whist. For sure, without a doubt, I'd be foolish to rid my life of Anne for the sexy sake of her shapely daughter.

Then, I did the same with Ellen. I honestly tried to take an inventory of all of her positives and all of her negatives, but as soon as I thought of her first name, Ellen, I was incapable of having any normal, rational thoughts, but for the one. Damn, she looks wicked good naked.

As if her question, an ultimatum, actually with her question being the critical turning point in my life, I looked at Anne long and hard. Giving her the most apologetic and sincere smile that I could muster under such circumstances, I tried to let her know that I was sorry.

"I'm going to miss you, Anne."

THE END

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