Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Part 1 [M44/F22/F42] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Curvy College Babysitter] [Secret Crush] [Fingering] [Orgasm] [Big Cock] [Car Seat Handjob] [Cum on Tits] [Yandere Vibes]

Part 1

“And how’s college, Mia?” Heather slurs, struggling to fully focus on the pretty girl sat next to her on the couch. “You still with that guy from last semester, the guy from photo you showed me?”

My soon-to-be ex-wife’s unsubtle questioning makes me scowl from where I’m over in the kitchen. She’s so fucking obvious...

“Jake? Yeah, we’re still dating – he’s training hard now the off-season’s coming to an end..” Our amused babysitter answers. I can’t see her expression from where I’m busying myself making coffee, but it sounds like Mia’s smiling - she knows what Heather’s driving at. My co-parenting partner’s libido on overdrive since she started this latest course of HRT.

“Do you... wanna see his progress pics?” Mia teases, and I grind my teeth at Heather’s horny squeal of delight.

I thought I’d learned to deal with this frustration, but I’m out of practice. It’s been a few months since Mia’s been able to sit for us - staying at her folks’ place over the summer break.

Heather and I have been officially separated for the last five months, cohabiting and co-parenting while we work out what to do next. Picking our way through the rubble of our old lives to find what’s best for our two young boys. It’s late; Jayden and Matthew are sound asleep, thankfully. Mia has a rare gift when it comes to getting those two to go to bed on time. She’s been our sitter for a while. Watching the boys for extra cash since she started college here two years ago. 

Back then, she was babysitting so Heather and I could commit to ‘Hail Mary’ date nights – our counsellor keen to exhaust all opportunities for a reconciliation before giving up on us. Hoping that a romantic meal and a quiet house to return to might solve our dead bedroom situation... Something that almost worked, but not the way it was intended – it makes me cringe to remember my naïvity back then.

It’s just one of the reasons I find it so embarrassing that Heather acts this way around Mia. Cooing over pics of her college boyfriends, gossiping like a horny sorority sister. 

I can’t hold it against Mia though – she’s not to blame for Heather’s ‘feast or famine’ libido.

“Oh wow, yeah – look at him! He’s really filled out, hasn’t he... Those arms, hmmmm...” I hear Heather croon as I finish up with the coffee maker and pour out two mugs.

“He’s had to work hard for it - that’s for sure.” Mia reply sounds enthusiastic – but she turns to give me an awkward shrug when I walk over and hand her a mug of coffee, her expression pained. 

I’m sure this is all pretty awkward for her to navigate, torn between indulging Heather’s ‘cougar in training’ lust for younger guys, and my weary acceptance of the situation.

“I’ve barely seen him all summer though,” Mia continues, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’ in my direction. “He spends all his time in the gym, or out getting food with his buddies. They have to eat so much, you know -”

“Sure, sure - ” Heather interrupts, “But when you get him on his own, Mia... When it’s just you and him... Well - I bet he makes up for lost time then, right?” 

I watch the mother of my children bite her lip, staring with longing at the photo on screen. Holding Mia’s phone close to her face, trying to pinch and zoom without being obvious. Any attempt at subtlety failing... Likely down to the three glasses of wine she put away during our customary post-mediation ‘drink our sorrows’ session tonight. I elected to have just the one this time though. Booze doesn’t seem to do it for me at the moment...

“He certainly doesn’t waste time when we’re together, Mrs B...” Mia answers, rolling her eyes for my benefit – making me smile. “He’s very efficient - I’m a lucky girl if I get more than ninety seconds out of him when we finally get the chance to hook up..”  The fresh-faced brunette continues, flashing me a dirty grin, her eyes on me as I ease myself into the chair opposite.

I grin back – she’s fucking gorgeous. I can see how Jake’s stamina is coming up short. I'd wager Mia’s curves could drain the balls of most men in under two minutes... 

Ah, shit - I shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.

I really need to get laid. Work out the frustrations Heather’s stoked in me on someone else – someone safe. That'd take more than ninety seconds for sure though. A couple of days, more like...

“Mmmmm?” Heather responds absently, failing to look up from the Mia’s phone screen. “Well he sure can fill out a pair of sweatpants, sweetie.” She murmurs, “That’s for damn sure...”

Mia laughs; a deep, dirty chuckle that’s infectious. Heather’s head snaps up, like she’s only just realized she’s been speaking out loud.

“He’ll be happy to hear someone thinks that!” Mia teases my blushing wife. “I should warn you, Mrs B, that’s Jake at full fluff. He’s more ‘show-er’ than grow-er, sadly.” 

Blushing, Heather struggles for words - cheeks bright red. Self-awareness finally returning, along with a sense that perving over a college football star’s modest bulge in front of our babysitter isn’t a great look.

“I... Umm, well...” She mutters, clearing her throat and handing the phone back to Mia. “I should go check on the boys, I guess.” Exiting the room swiftly, with only a little wobble as she sets off towards the stairs.

*

“Thanks for the coffee, Mr B.” Mia says once Heather’s tottered out the living room. “My ride should be here in a bit.”

“Jake?” I enquire with eyebrows raised, watching her sip her drink. Enjoying the conspiratorial look she gives me in reply. 

She’s a beautiful girl. Dark brown eyes always bright and mischievous. I like her a lot. 

I’d always been aware Mia was pretty – but she’s has changed so much from the slim, shy first-year co-ed we invited into our home two years ago. Now she’s this irreverent, joyous force. She’s filled out too – the weight she’s gained over college has only making her hotter in my eyes, giving her a curvy confidence I find it hard to resist. 

I think she’s stunning. Leaving me wishing I was twenty years younger and able to do something about it... 

I enjoy our little moments alone, though. Happy we always seem to find time to chat in private whenever she’s over. She always seeks me out when there’s an opportunity for us to be alone, something I really appreciate.

Mia snorts a laugh, swallowing quickly before answering my question. 

“God, no! Jake’s been out of the picture for months. I’ve had my sights set on someone else for a while now...” She says, with a strange look in her eye. “I just pretend I’m still with Jake to entertain Mrs B. That, and I’m worried she’ll ask for his number if I admit we’ve broken up...”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I laugh anxiously. “She’s in ‘cougar mode’ at the moment. The doctor says she’s still adjusting to the new dosage, but it’s worse when she’s had a drink – I hope it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.” I fall silent, Mia watching me intently, tension in the air. 

The curvy brunette leans forward, giving me her full attention, low-cut white vest framing her deep cleavage in a way I find impossible to ignore. Pleated beige skirt hugging the wide swell of her ass where she’s sat opposite, hemline well north of her knees. Revealing enough of her soft, bare thighs that I’m struggling to know where to look... I glance down at the mug in my hands, trying not to stare. 

It’s been a long, long time since I last got some action, but that’s no excuse for me to ogle our twenty-two-year-old babysitter. I’m old enough to be her father, for God’s sake...

“You hope it doesn’t make me uncomfortable?” Mia replies quietly, keeping her voice low. “What about you, Mr B? It must be so hard on you to see her acting like this, after everything you’ve gone through...”

“It’s certainly ironic,” I sigh. Opening my mouth to say more before thinking better of it. 

I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to hear the details of how a dead bedroom situation quickly turned into Heather cheating with her personal trainer once doctors had diagnosed a hormone deficiency and started treatment. What had seemed like the answer to my prayers - my wife’s libido returning – proving to be the very thing that ended our marriage. I guess we’d had plenty of problems before that though. Certain physical incompatibilities that didn’t help the situation...

“You deserve better...” I hear from the gorgeous girl opposite. Those softly spoken words making me glance up quickly in surprise, pulse pounding in my throat as I try and process what she might mean.

We fall quiet, seconds ticking by. Mia searching my face as we look at each other, her expression shifting from concern to flushed embarrassment, interpreting my silence as discomfort.

“I’m sorry, Mr B...  That’s none of my business - I shouldn’t have said that.” She stammers, pressing on even as I hold up a hand to tell her it’s alright. “It’s just... I heard the fights. All through last year... When I was reading to the boys or getting them ready for bed. I heard all that stuff she said about you -”

A buzz from Mia’s phone interrupts her and she glances down, frowning. 

“Shit... Looks like it’s an Uber for me, then.”

“Your ride?” 

She nods. “Yeah...”

“Don’t worry, I can take you home.” I answer quickly. She looks up from her phone in surprise.

I shouldn’t have said that, forgetting how it must look, me offering to drive a half hour across town at midnight. Now it’s my turn to blush, feeling predatory – why didn’t I just offer to pay for her ride?  I brace for an awkward rejection, feeling like an idiot.

“You sure, Mr B?” Mia asks, the wide smile on her face reassuring me she doesn’t feel pressured to accept the offer. 

I reply before I can overthink it anymore, heart pounding in my chest. 

“Yeah, grab your things, I’ll just tell Heather we’re heading out.” 

* 

That skirt’s shorter than I thought.

I blink hard to dispel the image, keeping my eyes locked on the road ahead. Resisting the urge to glance to my right and check out Mia in the passenger seat again.

The tightness of her vest is a distraction too. Our height difference allowing me to see a lot more of her impressive rack than at the house, swell of her gravity-defying bust making things stir below my beltline as I steal another look. It’s gloomy in the car, so I can’t quite tell under the streetlights, but I’m sure I can make out the outline of her nipples too. Stiff points tenting the thin cotton straining over her chest.

“You cold over there? You want me to turn the heat up?” I ask, reaching for the dial pre-emptively.

“I’m good, Mr B – thanks though.” She answers absently.

I laugh, partly at my awkwardness, but also at her stubborn refusal to use my first name. 

“We’ve known each other for years, Mia – it’s OK for you to call me Liam, you know... You don’t have to be so formal.” I joke, hearing the click-shuck noise of her phone screen locking, backlight shutting off. The feel of her eyes on me from across the car.

“You don’t like it when I call you Mr B?” She asks quietly, with a tension in her voice I can’t quite place. She sounds excited for some reason...

“Well, I guess, I...” I stutter, feeling the power shift in our conversation, not sure why.

We pass the final intersection before we leave town. Darkness fully enveloping the car as the streetlights thin out. Blacktop snaking through the trees towards a hidden horizon.

“I hope you don’t mind... ‘Cause I like calling you Mr B.” Mia interrupts my awkwardness, voice soft and throaty. “And besides, you don’t feel like a ‘Liam’ to me.”

I glance at her, smiling, confused at the playfulness in her tone. That feeling I’m on shifting sands, growing more urgent with each second. She’s staring back at me, eyes bright, lips parted. I can feel my face heating, quickly looking back at the road – chuckling and shaking my head while I try to work out what’s going on.

“Go on then, what name do you think suits me?” 

“It’s not a name, exactly...” She answers coyly. “It’s more... a title, I guess? What I call you in my head when I’m thinking about you.”

“When you’re thinking about me?” I mutter, working it over in my mind, my heart pounding at the shrouded meaning in her words. Rapidly trying to work out where this is going. “OK, I’ll bite... So, what do you call me when you’re ‘thinking’ about me?”

“’Daddy*’,* mostly... Sometimes ‘Sir’ when it feels right*.*..” 

The car’s lane-assist wrenches at the wheel as I turn and stare at Mia in dumbfounded amazement. 

“Come on, Mr B – don’t act like you don’t know...” Mia teases, as I blink hard and try to focus on the road, thankful for the exit coming up for her college campus.

“Know what? Mia, I...” My mind is racing, trying to work out what’s happening.

“You’re so full of it – you know exactly what you do to me...” The curvy co-ed next to me purrs from the passenger seat.

“What I do to you?” I croak, pulse pounding in my throat. 

“Well, what I want you to do to me, I guess – I’ve tried to make do with the guys at college, but they’re not enough. They’re not like you...” 

Her voice is shaking with excitement. “I’ve been wanting this for months, for you to invent an excuse to get me on my own, make your move. So you can show me just what a hot, older guy can really do with a woman... I heard the fights you had with your wife – I know what she couldn’t handle... Just give me a chance to show you. I can take it, I promise... I can be your good girl...”

“Mia, I honestly don’t underst -”

“Pull over. Right there, where the streetlights are out.” She instructs, my stunned brain obeying before I know what I’m doing.

I pull off parallel to a vacant lot, in a dark row of parking spaces just off the highway - still a couple of miles away from any of the campus buildings. Following Mia’s instructions, I bring the car to a stop near an overgrown hedge, screening us from view of anyone on the road. It’s quiet, I’ve not seen another car for miles.

“Give me your hand.” She demands, confidence in her voice at odds with her eager breathlessness, making my heart pound in my chest as I comply and reach out across the cabin. 

“I’m gonna show you exactly what you do to me...” Mia murmurs, holding my hand and drawing it closer to the heat of her body. Darkness in the cabin shrouding the passenger side so I can barely see what she’s doing...  

I flinch in shock when my fingers brush her skirt.

“It’s OK, it’s OK – relax, just let me guide you.” She breathes, leather seat squeaking as she adjusts herself next to me. “Let me show you what a good girl I can be for you...”

This is so weird – what’s going on? I should put a stop to this – 

Every thought leaving my brain when I feel how wet she is.

Breath catching in my throat as I feel the soft heat of her thighs parting for me. Mia gently pressing my fingers against the soaked mess of her underwear, moaning when I flex slightly, stroking over the top of her drenched panties. 

I can’t fucking help myself – she feels amazing. Slickness of the thin cotton under my fingertips making me think the most filthy, depraved things... Before I know it, she’s pulling her sodden underwear to one side for me, pulling at my wrist to invite me to explore more of her shaved, plump pussy. Moaning as I slide a finger between her folds...

“Fuck... Daddy, don’t stop - that feels so good.” Mia groans when my touch finds her slick, fat clit. My fingers rolling in slow circles over the tip while she squirms and sighs with pleasure.

My brain feels like it’s short circuiting – shutting down. My cock is painfully hard, straining down the leg of my pants. It’s been so, so long since I had this feeling, throat tight, gasping with longing. I want to fuck her so, so badly. Make her take what Heather couldn’t – my wife’s tiny frame never able to handle me comfortably.

I know I shouldn’t be indulging this, but I just can’t help myself... I’m too fucking turned on.

It’s been so long.

Feeling her squirm, I rub her clit faster. My thick cock throbbing when I see Mia’s wide hips buck and her thick, soft thighs start to shake. I turn to kiss her, Mia’s hot cunt melting over my fingers when our lips meet and her tongue searches for mine. The curvy brunette moaning loudly as I bring her close to cumming. Growing quiet before she starts to tremble and tense – shuddering and whimpering desperately before surrendering to it, a series of soft grunts announcing the arrival of her orgasm.  

As Mia’s climax starts to claim her, I push two fingers inside her messy, molten hole, astonished how hard she’s squeezing around my knuckles while she rides out her climax.

“Oh God, that feels amazing...” She groans, still cumming over the thick fingers stretching her open. Panting with longing as she gazes over at me with a fevered look in her eyes. “Now, take your cock out. Let me see.”

As soon as I’ve freed my dick, her hands are on it. Both required to fully encompass my girth as she spreads her fingers and grasps my hot, hard cock eagerly. Mia leaning across, almost entirely over my side of the cabin now, heavy tits resting on my thigh. Her lips parted; eyes wide and shining in the low light. She looks like a vision from my past – an ex-girlfriend I had in senior year. We never went all the way, but she was the first to touch me like this – awe and disbelief on her features a match for what I can see in Mia’s expression right now. 

My adrenaline surges, so much of this situation feeling wrong – but I just don’t fucking care... 

For the first time in so long, someone’s reacting to my size as something to celebrate rather than endure. 

“Oh fuck... You’re huge...” She whispers, adjusting herself and twisting so that she’s kneeling in her seat, able to fully lean across me now. “Just relax, daddy – let me make you feel good...” 

Her eyes are fixed on mine, both of us able to see better now we’ve adjusted to the darkness. 

She’s beautiful – Mia’s dark, wanton stare pulling down my defences, stripping away my self control. The awe in her eyes everything I’ve wanted. That feeling of being truly desired.

I’m kissing her before I know what I’m doing, enjoying her happy moans as she kisses me back and strokes my shaft.  Keeping one hand on my cock but using the other to help me free her tits where they’re falling out of her vest. Soft weight of her breasts feeling incredible in my hands - crimped, stiff nipples surprisingly small for her size. She groans with pleasure when I roll my thumbs over them though, opening her mouth wide to kiss me deeper. 

I’m close already, Mia slowly stroking her little hand up and down my throbbing shaft, rubbing pre-cum around the swollen head of my cock. She’s got me gasping, hips rolling – my earlier smugness about Jake’s lack of stamina coming back to haunt me.

“It’s OK, it’s OK, Mr B, let it go - I know you need this...” She breaks our kiss to whisper against my cheek. “Just enjoy it – let me do this for you, daddy. Let me be your good girl...”

I know I shouldn’t, but I love all the freaky shit coming out of her mouth. I’d always thought all that ‘daddy’ talk was icky – but I just can’t get enough. 

She’s holding her big, soft tits together with one hand while she pumps me with the other. Jerking my huge dick against her cleavage, loose grip tightening ever so slightly – little hand working my cock faster and faster.

“Mia, fuck...” I groan, panting as the dull throb under my balls grows into a hot, swollen ache. A surging, sweet agony I can’t hold back any longer... “Fuck, I’m gonna...”

I erupt between her perfect tits – gasping as I shoot hot cum over her slutty rack. Cumming all over this curvy college girl while she pumps me dry and murmers utter fucking filth in my ear.

About how I deserve this...

How she’s my good girl; how only she can make me feel this good. That she’s mine now, and I’m hers. How she wants me to use her for my pleasure... Because that’s what she was made for...

And how she’ll never leave me wanting more.  

Huffing, groaning, I finally recover from the light-headedness of my orgasm. Failing to comprehend what I’m hearing, shocked at the mess I’ve made of the dirty little coed laying over my lap. Suddenly worried how we’re going to clean ourselves before someone notices a half-naked twenty-two year old with a forty-something dad-of-two’s cum dripping off her tits...

Thankfully, there’s a pack of wetwipes stashed in the center console cubby – one of the few pros of having a messy pair of young boys to cart around in the family car.

Mia giggles at my cack-handed attempts to wipe her down, my awkward embarrassment.

“Sorry – I’ve made such a mess - ”

“Here, look. Let me,” She interrupts kindly, taking the pack of wipes with a gentle smile. “You shouldn’t apologize. Honestly? I’m fucking impressed.” Grinning at my red-faced reaction, she laughs softly. “Not gonna lie, Mr B – I’ve been imagining this scenario for a while. Let’s just say you exceeded my expectations; I’ve never had a man cum so much for me! I take it as a huge compliment.”

“Hey, look Mia, this is awkward, but...” I start, watching her look up from where she’s wiping my sticky load off her tits. “You won’t tell Heather about this, will you? I know we’re separated and all, but I’m worried she’ll make it into a whole thing.”

“What do you mean?” Mia’s question sounds hurt, a reaction I don’t fully understand.

“Like, you know... The age gap?” I answer, wincing. Feeling more than a little predatory at the sight of this busty beauty half exposed in the seat next to me. “I’m supposed to be... you know, able to ‘redirect’ this kind of attention, I guess? I shouldn’t have let things escalate the way they did tonight...”

“You... didn’t want this?” That hurt tone again, laced with something else now though, a brittle-sounding anger.

“No, Mia, I... That’s not what I meant.” I struggle to answer, aware of her eyes on me now – how she’s staring so intently. “You, umm... You’re fucking incredible! I’d be insane not to want you. I just worry I’ve somehow... taken advantage of you, that’s all.”

There’s a moment’s pause. A couple of heartbeats, no more.

But in that fraction of a second, she fixes me with a look of pure, detached assessment. Like she’s weighing me up, coldly analyzing my words for any and all hidden meaning. Any whiff of ulterior motive... 

Testing me.

Then, those dark eyes light up again, pretty mouth split by a huge warm grin, radiating an adoration I find it hard to resist. I find myself smiling back at her in the dark cabin of my car, still confused but much more comfortable with this Mia than the cool, cold version I saw moments earlier.

“Oh, Mr B - you didn’t take advantage of me!” She exclaims with a laugh. “And now you know how I feel, you don’t need to worry about that kind of thing ever again.” She twists in her seat and strokes my face. “Now, I guess I should let you get back to the boys, shouldn’t I? I doubt Mrs B is gonna be much use tonight if one of them wakes up while you’re gone.”

*

I drop her off five minutes later, head spinning at the surreal feeling when she kisses me goodnight before getting out of the car and trotting over to the door of her apartment building.

“Thanks for the ride!” She calls out. “Check your phone when you get home – I’m gonna send you a little something to say thank you, OK?”

I nod and wave goodbye, barely able to focus on the road my head’s so full of conflicting thoughts and concerns... What just happened? What does it mean?

Am I really getting into something with our babysitter? A woman half my age?

Pulling up in the driveway, I cut the engine and sit in the dark for a second. My phone buzzes in my pocket.

I pull it out. Mia’s happy face in the thumbnail picture next to the notification. Three photos waiting for me in the messenger app.

My brain struggling to comprehend what I’m seeing at first, pulse spiking as soon as I start to work out the relative scale of what’s on screen. The sheer mass of girthy dildo buried deep in Mia’s creaming pussy...

“Wishing it was you, daddy. See you soon – Mia xx.” 

Oh shit. 

What have I got myself into?

***

Hope you liked this one - thanks for reading! This is the first in a new series, with slightly calmer pacing than some of my others - but there'll be plenty of good stuff to come, I assure you! Part 2 coming soon.