Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Parts 2 and 3 [M44/F22/F42] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Curvy College Babysitter] [Sexual Tension/Teasing] [Big Dick] [Riding] [Aggressive FSub] [Panties Shoved in Mouth] [Dirty Talk] [Intense F Orgasm] [Huge Unplanned Creampie] [Yandere Vibes]

Previous Parts Available Here: Part 1

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Part 2

“Did Mia say anything last night about sitting for us on Saturday?” Heather asks from across the breakfast bar, rubbing her temples with a pained look on her face.

A hot surge of panic makes my mouth go dry and my scalp prickle. Thoughts of last night prompting a cascade of guilty worry. Suddenly, I'm feeling anxious about having jerked off into the early hours to Mia’s filthy text. Cumming to that astonishing pic of her playing with her toy, pussy stuffed full... Does Heather know? Does she suspect?

“No, nothing - why?” My answer comes too quickly, sounding defensive, earning me a raised eyebrow from the mother of my children. 

Thankfully Heather’s hangover hasn't been one of her debilitating ones – she’s been up and about, helping get the boys ready while I take care of breakfast. But I’d been half hoping she’d sleep in – confined safely in her room, giving me time to process the tornado of conflicting feelings I’ve woken up with this morning.

“You’ve got your reunion drinks, remember?” She answers with a slight frown. “Unless I’ve got the date wrong...”

“Shit, no – you’re right. I forgot that was coming up.” I mutter, grimacing at the thought of organized socializing...

My annual meet-up with a small cadre of college friends had slipped my mind. Truth be told, I’d been avoiding contact with the guys since telling them about Heather and I separating. An awkward flurry of ‘here for you, buddy’ responses to my message in the group chat followed by deafening silence. Any attempt at outreach soon smothered when the regular meme-posting and gameday banter had resumed.

I guess I’d been glad at their lack of questions. Having to wade into the details was something I’d been dreading. Admitting Heather had cheated on me, and with a younger guy - that rather than kick her out, I’d agreed we continue living together to provide some stability for the kids...

It was hard to imagine trying to explain all that in a way they'd understand. I could already picture the pained expressions; pursed lips and supportive nodding - my old group of five college buddies suppressing their schadenfreude reactions at the downfall of the guy who’d been ‘king of the hill’ when we were all studying together.

“I’ll give Mia a call,” Heather interrupts my train of thought. “Let her know abo -”

“No, don’t worry – I’ll do it, it’s my thing, I’ll sort it out.” I bark defensively, cutting her off. Feeling my face heat at Heather’s reaction.

She fixes me with an exasperated look. “Calm down, OK?... I was going to say that she can have her Saturday back – I’ve cancelled my plans, so I’ll be here with the boys. Nothing to worry about, see?” My nearly-ex-wife pauses, concern on her face. “Are you alright, Liam? You’re over the place this morning – did something happ -” 

“Yeah... Yeah – I’m fine, just... Head full of work stuff, you know?” I answer quickly, not looking at her. Fearful how well she can read me. “I’ll see you tonight, OK?” I turn before she can answer, making my way into the hall. “Jayden! Matt!” I shout up the stairs, “Grab your things – it’s time to go!”

*

My hasty exit from the house means I get to work way too early, sat sipping coffee in a quiet corner of the car park after dropping the boys at Kindergarten.

Heather wasn’t wrong earlier – my head is all over the place. 

On the one hand, I can’t believe my luck. Getting jerked off by our buxom babysitter last night, reliving that intoxicating feeling of being desired by someone as gorgeous as Mia. Going back over what she’d said, scarcely able to connect the words of worship she’d had for my cock with the reality of last years’ dead bedroom situation and my failed marriage with Heather...

On the other hand, feeling the weight of it start to settle. Consequences, ramifications. Expectations... My head full of questions – some I’m too scared to ask, fearing what the answers might mean...

Was it just a one off? Does she regret it? Does she want more?

I know I want her. That’s not in question. 

It’s more about whether I should be entertaining this at all. Worried about the optics, the power-dynamic...

I can feel my dick swelling as I recall the events of last night. Sat in this very seat, reaching over to make Mia cum, her soaked pussy clenching around my fingers... Watching her eagerly grasp at my fat cock, the dirty delight on her face. Pumping my dick until I shot my thick load over her perfect tits. All while whispering that naughty ‘daddy’ stuff in my ear.

She’s fucking incredible.

The buzz of my phone startles me, sight of Mia’s face next to the notification proving even more anxiety-inducing...

“Hey Mr B, how are you? Any chance we could talk later? I’m worried I might have made it weird last night... I’m in lectures all morning but could meet you for lunch?”

My heart sinks. Nice while it lasted, I guess.

I respond sympathetically, trying to reassure her, but all too aware of what this is. A dignified and compassionate de-escalation. A chance for her to let me down gently. 

I send her the location of a café near campus, saying I can be there at one. Mia’s kiss-face emoji confirming receipt of my message...

Checking quickly to make sure no one’s close, I scroll up to her message from last night, gazing at the sight of her plump pussy straining around the toy plunged deep inside... With a heavy heart, I delete the pic, along with her message, not trusting myself to do it later. It’s better this way, rip the band-aid off quickly... I’ll just have to find a reason to tell Heather we need a new babysitter.

Sighing, I put my phone back in my jacket pocket and shake my head. Feeling relieved, despite my disappointment. 

This is simpler, cleaner – as much as I’d like to think I could keep up with a woman half my age, I know it would’ve been a struggle... No point believing in fairy tales, after all.

*

Mia looks worried when she enters the café. Pretty face frowning slightly as she scans the tables, looking for me. Her relief clear when she spots me on a couch in the corner.

She’s late, but not by much – trotting over swiftly after giving her order to the barista. Poor dude can’t take his eyes off her... Mia’s not making it easy on me either, looking like that today. The little plaid skirt she’s wearing would be enough to make my heart race, even without the triple-shot americano I’ve had while waiting for her to arrive. The black vest she’s got on too, spindly straps under tension, struggling to check the bounce of her heavy tits as she makes her way over to my table. 

Her hair’s down today, glossy brown waves resting on her shoulders. Hiding her neck, but framing her round face beautifully, drawing attention to her full, plump lips and the smile she flashes over at me.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr B – Professor Harris was being an ass. Held me back to tell me a whole bunch of shit I already knew about the mid-terms...”

I can sympathize. If I was Prof. Harris, I’m not sure I’d make it through a single lecture without finding some excuse to keep Mia behind.

“You came straight from lectures?” I ask, mind struggling to process how any straight male in the class could possibly concentrate with Mia’s curves in their eyeline.

“Yeah, of course – I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” She answers breathlessly, sitting opposite me, lowering herself into a wide ‘love-seat’ style armchair. One with a wide, high back. 

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with me,” She sighs, blushing nervously. “I thought I... Umm, I thought I should try and explain my feelings about... Y’know, last night...”

“Mia?... Latte for Mia?” The barista calls out from the counter, scanning the few patrons scattered across the seating area. Frowning when he can’t spot the chubby beauty sat in front of me.I realize he can’t see Mia where she’s hidden by the wide seatback, so I get up, standing to wave him over. 

Waiting for him to acknowledge me before looking down at Mia to let her know he's coming over. Surprised to see her leaning out of her seat in my direction, chin raised, pillow-soft lips parted... The brown-eyed brunette gazing longingly at my crotch before glancing up at me guiltily – her flushed face just inches from the bulge in my suit pants.

“Thank you,” She murmurs hoarsely when I take the steaming mug from the barista and hand it to her. Mia’s eyes lingering over my bulge as she sets the drink down on the table to our side and watches me take my seat. 

I’m confused. Wondering what this is... So primed for a gentle ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ conversation, but now unsure how to interpret her signals.

She’s flesh and blood, Liam – even if she’s decided to reject you, it doesn’t mean she wasn’t interested in the first place...

“Yeah, so umm,” Mia tries again, clearing her throat. “Last night was...”

“A lot?” I answer, smiling kindly to let her know I’m OK with it. 

She laughs, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking up at me through long lashes. Dark eyes warm and mischievous again. 

“I was going to say amazing, actually...” Mia says softly, leaning forward, giving me a great view of her stunning cleavage. Glancing quickly around her to make sure no one’s nearby before continuing in a low voice. “I’ve never had anyone cum for me like that, Mr B – I can’t stop thinking about it.”  

Now it’s my turn to laugh quietly, looking down and chuckling nervously. Feeling my body react to her words, memories of Mia’s perfect tits glazed with my warm jizz making my cock start to swell.

“But...?” I breathe quietly, smiling, holding her gaze, encouraging her to say more.

Cut to the chase, get to the bit I’m braced for. It’s fun to remember, but there’s no point drawing this out.

“But... I know how intense it must have been, Mr B. How sudden...” She replies with a sigh. “It was a lot, I get that - everything I said, everything I told you. What I messaged you last night...” 

Mia reaches out to take my hand where it’s resting by my knee, giving it a little squeeze as her eyes search my face. “I just hope I didn’t come over too strong, Mr B. I don’t want to scare you off...”

I look up at her face, searching for cues, struggling to process her meaning. Pulse spiking at the look I see in her eyes when she stares back. The same look I saw from her in the breathless, hot dark of my car last night.

“What do you mean, ‘scare me off’?” I ask shakily. “You mean, you want... More?”

Mia’s stare burns hot, dark eyes blazing as she nods slowly, holding my hand tightly.

“I’m too much for the men I’ve dated... They can’t handle me – but I think you’re different, aren’t you Mr B? A hot, older man who can finally give me what I’ve been craving, what I need... The others, they don’t have what you do.” Mia looks pointedly at my swelling bulge, letting out a soft sigh. 

“I’m so tired of men who overpromise and underdeliver.” She whispers, shuffling her wide hips  towards the edge of her seat, parting her knees. Mia’s tiny plaid skirt riding up to reveal her soft, thick thighs. “But now I’ve found you, Mr B. Someone who’s even more than I dared to hope for. I just want to wrap myself around you, and never let you go...” 

I’m almost hypnotized, breathing hard as I listen to her low, sexy voice. Barely aware of the gentle pressure on my wrist, Mia pulling my hand closer. It’s only when my fingers brush the soft heat of her skin that I realize.

“What’s going on – what are you doing?” I whisper urgently - eyes darting around the room to see if anyone is watching us. Mercifully, no one else is paying us any interest, tall back to Mia’s chair ensuring she’s entirely hidden from view... 

“Shhh, daddy – it’s OK...” She whispers, slowly parting her legs. “I know you need this. Look at me – just look how much I want you...”

Mia glances down, guiding my eyes to where her thighs are spread, thin white cotton of her panties almost completely translucent, giving me a perfect view of the puffy mess between her legs. Pretty underwear melting over the plump folds of her soaked cunt. 

She pulls at my hand again. My eyes widening. Cheeks burning when I realize what she’s about to do.

“We can’t, not here!” I mutter frantically, feeling my hand pulled ever closer to the furnace-like heat of her pussy.

“Then stop me.”

“Mia, wait – let’s go to the car, yeah? Find somewhere private.”

“But I want it...” That low, husky voice intoxicating, making the pulse in my cock pound where it’s rock hard and straining down the leg of my suit pants.

“So do I, Mia - but we can’t get caught like this!” I breathe, nearly dizzy. My dick painfully hard as I watch my fingers being pulled ever closer to Mia’s molten little slit...

“Then stop me, daddy – put your little brat in her place. Make me behave.” She whispers, just as I feel the very tips of my fingers graze slick, hot cotton.

“Stop. It.” I hiss through gritted teeth, glaring at her. Grabbing Mia’s hand and forcing it onto the fabric of the chair, my fingers clamped over hers, arm braced between her legs. Still close enough to feel the heat of her soft thighs but halting the sweet journey towards their apex... Something deep within me groaning in pleasure at the little moan and wide-eyed submission I see on her face, just inches from mine now.

I’m so fucking turned on. 

There’s nothing I want more than for all the people in this building to disappear. Just leave Mia to me and my towering, feral lust. Give me the privacy I need to spread her wide and fuck her senseless... Pound her right here and now into that chair, fuck her until she’s gushing over my cock and cumming her brains out...

The tension is vast, the two of us shaking as we stare at each other. Mia’s mouth open, chin trembling slightly as her eyes flick over my face. 

“Take me home and fuck me...” She breathes, gazing into my eyes. The fevered need in her stare matching the tortuous, pulsing lust controlling me. 

“Please... I need your cock inside me, daddy – I need it so fucking badly...”

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Part 3

It’s been years since I’ve felt like this.

Wanted. Desired. Powerful.

Mia is so different to Heather - in almost every way imaginable. Active, not passive. Grabbing my hands to guide them to where she wants my touch. Letting me know what feels good, her beautiful body reacting to every single thing I do. Gasping in delight as my big hands grope and knead her soft flesh, rewarding my roughness with long, low moans of pleasure.

She’s all over me on the short drive to hers, practically dragging me up the stairs once we’re in her building. Hands shaking as she fumbles with the keys for her door, struggling with the lock. Sighing where I’m pressed up against her backside, Mia’s knees buckling when I start kissing behind her ear and down her neck. Panting with need, eagerly reaching for me as soon as we stumble through the door to her tiny apartment.

This beautiful, curvy coed kissing me like she can’t live without it. Groping at my butt to pull me onto her where she’s got her back against the wall. Running her palm over my cock where it’s threatening to tear through my pants... 

She keeps telling me how much she’s been aching for my dick, a real dick – how her college hookups just don’t measure up... I grab handfuls of her big ass while she strokes me and grinds against my thigh. My fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh of her fat peach. Pulling her open, grabbing as much as I can, fingertips grazing the slickness of her drenched panties where they’re clinging to the contours of her hot, puffy cunt.

Mia drags me through the little kitchen area into the bedroom. Pushing me down to sit at the edge of her bed, pulling my knees apart.

Stood between my thighs, she strips slowly, smiling at my reaction to her beautiful body. The vest top comes off first, thin bra she’s wearing beneath barely able to contain her tits. She shuffles close before reaching back to unclasp it, biting her lip at the expression of pure lust on my face as she teases the cups from her huge, soft breasts. 

My mouth is on them in seconds, hands grabbing and squeezing at their fullness as I suck hard at her nipples - making her gasp and groan.

“God, yes... That gets me so fucking wet...”  

I push a hand between her thighs to check, enjoying her happy giggle of shock... She’s not joking.

“Come on - don’t tease me, daddy, you know what I want....” Mia mews as she looks down where my hand’s between her legs. Dark eyes lighting up when I pull her soaked panties to the side, mouth falling open to release a shuddering moan as I ease my fingers inside her soaked little hole. “No, daddy – no more teasing...  Give it to me... Please?... Let me have your cock...”

Shirt off, Mia helps me with my pants and boxers. Getting me naked before sliding her panties down her thighs. This beautiful, curvy girl looking up at me with a filthy grin as she steps out of the tangle of damp underwear around her ankles and lifts them up for me to see.

The scent of her is fucking incredible. Drifting up from the soaked scrap of white cotton hanging from her fingers. A sweet, deep musk that makes my thick cock throb and leak, precum dripping from the fat veiny head of my dick. 

Mia watches my reaction intently, smiling with that dark, fevered look in her eyes. Wearing nothing but her plaid skirt now – sight of her juicy cunt denied me as she steps closer, big hips swaying so the pleats move with her body. Giving me tantalizing little flashes of her engorged pussy with every swish of the skirt against her thick thighs. 

She reaches for my hand when she’s just inches from me. Hot, dark stare flicking between my face and rock-hard dick. Pulse in my taught cock making it bounce, veins proud. Hemline of her slutty skirt just brushing the fat, weeping tip where it’s so close to her thick, soft thighs...

“I should warn you, Mr B, I can get a bit wild...” She whispers with a smile, teasing her damp panties over my lips, giving a little laugh at my deep sigh of longing. “That OK?”

I nod. Beyond turned on, every neurone in my skull lighting up with the wash of sensory pleasure flooding my endorphin-bathed brain.

“You smell so fucking good...” I groan, barely conscious of what I’m saying as she holds my shoulders to steady herself before straddling my hips. My lap welcoming the weight of her curvy body as she climbs on top of me, huge breasts briefly smothering me as she manouvers. Short skirt brushing my hips. Silken, wet heat of her shaved pussy kissing my shaft.

“Just wait until you taste me...” Mia murmurs with a wicked grin, hand stroking my face.

Gently prying open my jaw before forcing her musky, balled-up panties in between my lips. Holding the back of my head to stop me pulling away when my eyes go wide in surprise. Grabbing me tight - then cramming her cunt-steeped cotton underwear deep into my mouth.

“-iaa... Whaaa thaa?...” My muffled shock incomprehensible.

“Sssshh, daddy... It’s OK, let me take care of you.” Mia quiets me, one hand clamped over my mouth as she reaches between her legs with the other. “Just enjoy this – let your good girl give you what you deserve...”

My eyes roll back as I feel her fingers close around my cock. Feeling her angle the tip until I’m pressed up against the slick, searing-hot folds of her incredible pussy.

I know this is fucked up. I know I’m not in control... 

But I don’t care about anything other than being balls deep in Mia’s hot little cunt now. It’s all I want – all I care about in this moment, the rest can wait.

I deserve this...

“Oh fuccckk.... God, I want to live on this dick...” Mia grunts as she starts to sit back, holding  my thick cock firm to force it into her vice-like little hole. Hips rolling as her pussy starts to surrender to my girth, soaked sex yielding, slowing accepting the wide tip. 

I help her to take more. Reaching around her wide hips to pull her heavy cheeks apart, spreading her fully. Enjoying the deep, guttural moan she makes when my efforts help her sink lower. Hot walls of her needy pussy slowly stretched-out around my thick dick as she takes me deeper. Gradually impaling herself on my eight-plus inches of wrist-thick cock.

She’s so tight around me, it’s insane. So fucking wet too... 

Groaning, she sits back to take it deeper, testing her limits. Mouth open wide as she stares at me in shock – the look on her face part horror, part fascination. When I’m in enough that she can take her hand off my cock, she pulls her skirt up to her belly, looking down, roughly grabbing my hair to force my head down and make me look at the creaming mess below.

“Fuck, daddy*,* look... You’re stretching me so fucking much...” Mia moans, eyes rolling back in her head, “You’re gonna break me, aren’t you? You’re gonna break your slutty girl, aren’t you, daddy? Ruin me so I’m no good for anyone else?”

I’m breathing hard, nearly hyperventilating now. Muffled moans the only sounds I can make through the panties stuffed in my mouth. Too turned on to stop Mia bouncing on my cock, but out of my comfort zone for sure. This dirty talk waay more than I’m used to – Heather would barely say a word in bed when we were at it, even when things got intense. She’d be nothing like this - Mia’s filthy words are on a whole new level.

Mia’s really riding me now. Bucking her hips to drive the tip of my dick in against her deepest spots, as she slams her big ass down onto my thighs. Head of my thick cock pushing at her limits each time she drives her weight down onto my lap. She feels incredible – her hot walls clamped around my cock, Mia’s tight cunt clinging and creaming over every inch of me.

“You want me to cum for you?” She whimpers breathlessly. “You want your little bitch broken, begging to cum on your big daddy dick?” “Yanking my head back to get me to look at her, letting me see her big, perfect tits, their soft weight crushed against my chest.

I don’t answer, groaning incoherently as I realize how close I am to orgasm already. Suddenly fearful I’m going to lose it, knowing I mustn’t cum inside this beautiful, crazy girl – however much I want to empty my balls into her tight twat.

“Watch me,” She whimpers, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing my eyeline to where she’s rubbing her clit above the squelching mess of her stuffed cunt. “Watch me, Mr B... Watch your good girl squirt all over this huge fucking cock...”

Gasping, trying not to bust my load in her, I watch as Mia reaches down to play with her firm, fat clit. Curvy beauty shuddering with pleasure as soon as her fingers graze the tip. Moaning as she picks up the pace, rocking over that little point faster and faster. Holding her breath and turning beet red as her hand thrashes across her mound.

“Oh... Oh fuck!...” She starts to wail, dark stare locked onto me, a fearful awe in her eyes as her climax starts to claim her. Mia’s pretty face wracked in beautiful agony as she gives in and lets it consume her...

When I feel her pussy squeezing, I know I’m fucked. It’s too much – she feels too fucking good. 

I can feel the deep, aching pressure under my balls start to build past a point I can control. My big cock throbbing hard inside Mia’s tightening cunt as she starts to clench and gush around my length.

Shouting into the panty gag, I try to warn her what’s coming. Grabbing at her waist in an attempt to lift her off me. Panicking, knowing what’s about to happen - what I can’t hold back. Fearing the size of the load I can feel building, the ocean of hot cum about to rush into Mia’s hot little hole... 

But instead of assisting, she snatches my hands away, grabbing and holding them against her hips. Her fingers over mine, clamped tight so I’m forced to grab at the meat of her ass. 

She feels amazing. Soft flesh of her fat peach yielding, spreading... Pussy even wetter now she’s cum, like she’s melting over my dick. Forcing her whole weight down into my lap, Mia drives every inch of me deep inside her pussy, thick head of my cock pressed up tight against the entrance to her womb. My load rushing up my shaft as I groan with guilty pleasure and give into the primal lust that’s overcome my better judgement.

With a delighted scream of surprise, she feels me erupt in her. Mia’s face split wide in a joyous grin, laughing manically as I lose control - shuddering as I pump cum deep, deep inside her tight pussy.

“Yes, that’s it, cum for me, daddy... Cum in my slutty hole ...God, there’s so much!” She giggles. “That’s it, Mr B, fill me up – flood me with your hot load, give me everything. Breed your good girl – I want every fucking drop in my fertile little cunt...”

I can’t stop, however much I want to. Grabbing her ass and thrusting up into her from below. Legs shaking as I ride it out. Struggling with the mental horror of such a lapse in control, how I’m nothing but her puppet - all while I groan and shake through the best orgasm of my life. Mia’s hand clamped over my lips, forcing me to breath her incredible scent through the panties stuffed in my mouth as I lose myself completely. Her body just too perfect to resist. 

I’m terrified though. Fucking Mia raw and failing to pull out, flooding this buxom babysitter with what feels like a tidal wave of hot cum... Quickly, I pull her underwear from between my lips as soon as Mia’s hand is off my mouth.

“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, panting. A frown creasing Mia’s pretty features when she sees my anguish. “Please, Mia - tell me you didn’t mean that last bit, about breeding you... You’re on the pill, aren’t you, Mia? Please tell me you are...”

She smiles and holds my head, rolling her hips where I’m still inside. Massaging my still-hard cock within her cum-soaked pussy. Stroking my cheek while she smiles at me darkly.

“Shhh, don’t worry...” She starts, before I grab her wrist and glare at her.

“No games, Mia – tell me! Were you being serious, or was that just dirty talk?”

“Calm down, Mr B... It’s like I said – I get a little wild, that’s all.” Mia’s face softening, that fevered look fading from her features, helping me relax and breathe evenly. 

She smiles and shakes her head. 

“Relax, it’s OK, I wasn’t being serious...” She whispers, before kissing me softly. 

Can I believe her?

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Hope you don't mind the double post - I couldn't bear to leave you all waiting for them to get things going! Hope you enjoyed that one, thanks for all the support you showed for part 1, it means a lot! Part 4 will take me a little while, but I'm hoping to have it out next week :)