Monday Morning Quickie - My Daughter Dumped Him, So I Had Him Instead
He lay there, all sleepy. I know I shouldn’t have. I know he was my daughter’s ex. But hot damn, she dumped him last year.
He was only staying over because he missed the last train home. I couldn’t drive him. I’d been drinking.
We all had.
Then he ended up walking in on me in the bathroom.
I’d gone to shower before bed. Two wines might stop me driving, it wouldn’t stop me washing the smell of smokey barbecue off me, ready to hit the sheets smelling lush.
I had my head under the shower, my tits being hammered pink and wobbly by the water jets. The door opened. I didn’t hear it, back turned. I grabbed the soap, it skidded from my hand, I spun around and fuck me... he’s standing there.
Relieving himself with the casual arrogance only a young man could possess. One hand on the wall over the cistern, massive cock in the other. Fuck me twice. He was huge.
How did I not know that?
How did you keep that beast under wraps whilst wearing shorts or trackies?
I only realised I was staring when he spoke.
‘Like what you see? I do!’
He looked me up and down, so flipping slowly, even licked his lips, my clit felt like a swollen mess.
I almost covered myself with my hand just so I could get some contact down there. Thought better of it and stood, legs wide, to keep my balance. Brazen, but in my defence, it was my bathroom.
He zipped himself back up, rinsed his hands under my damn shower, blew me a kiss, and left again.
I instantly shoved my hand between my legs and rubbed for England. I came with a scream. Legs shaking, pussy demanding more.
It was 2am now. I’d got up knowing the house would be quiet. Everyone had left except him.
My daughter had called home, left again when she saw him. He asked if he could stay over. I know. My bad. But fucking hell, he’s gorgeous!
I slid into bed next to him, my hand instantly wrapped around his heavy cock, wanking it hard for him.
He turned, slid down under the covers, and started licking my clit.
Holy shit, he was good!
Why the fuck had my daughter dumped him?
Well, yes, I know. He’s got no ambition and is not the brightest button in the box. But with a cock like that and a tongue that can do what he was doing right then, I didn’t give a fuck!
I threw back the covers, gripped his head, and made him earn his cooked breakfast.
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