Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Parts 4 and 5 [M44/F22/F42/M22] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Curvy College Babysitter] [Big Dick] [Wet Pussy] in [Leggings] [Aggressive FSub] [FaceTime JOI] [Dirty Talk] [Sneaking Around] [F Orgasm] [First Real Blowjob] [Throatpie] [Yandere] [Cumslut]

Previous Parts Available Here: Part 1, Parts 2 and 3

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Part 4

“Mia, sweetheart, I should go... I need to get back to the office.”

The topless brunette snuggled against my chest throws her leg over me in protest, little plaid skirt riding up to give me a perfect view of her gorgeous plump ass. Swell of those smooth, full cheeks instantly making me reconsider my desire to return to work... Then I notice the slivery, glistening trail painting the softness of her inner thigh – all my guilt and panic at finishing inside her quickly roaring back.

“Nooo! Already?” The cute co-ed huffs dramatically, squeezing me tightly, turning her head to look up from under my chin. “Come on, Mr B... Just a little longer? You didn’t get to eat – let’s order some food at least? They can get by without you for another hour, can’t they?”

But I’m already trying to sit up, extricate myself from the siren clutches of this incredible girl. Already cursing my lack of self-control earlier – not about to risk repeating that mistake by staying longer...

Reluctantly, she allows me up, weight of her warm, curvy body lifting from where she’s been cuddled against me for the last twenty minutes. Laying together, breathless and sated, smell of sex thick in the air, letting our labored panting slow to something deeper and more measured.

From the bedside, I risk a look back at Mia as I pull on my pants. Both thrilled and scared to catch the intense look on her face as she watches me dress. 

She’s got the sheets pulled up around her now, denying me one last perv at her thick, beautiful body... But the twenty-two year old student I’ve been crushing on for nearly a year still looks utterly stunning. 

Gazing up at me with those warm, dark-brown eyes. Glossy, dark hair all messy from where she’s ridden me to the best orgasm of my life, Mia’s brown waves tumbling over one shoulder where she’s lying on her side. Even where she’s modestly covered, I feel myself getting hard for her again, thin sheet pulled up over her chest doing little to hide her mouth-watering curves.

“Do you really have to go?” She asks with a dirty grin, eyeing up my swelling bulge. “Looks like you’re having second thoughts, Mr B... Say the word and I’ll tie you up, daddy.” She teases. “Take you hostage - so it wouldn’t be your fault. You’ll have the perfect excuse...” Mia smiles at my laughter 

She’s joking, of course... 

I hope.

But would I rather spend my afternoon here, as Mia’s captive?

Part of me wants that, for sure.

But another part of me is worried. Like I’m tip-toing around the edge of some deep, dark rabbit hole. My earlier loss of self-control has me shaken up. I’m scared what might happen if I stay.

Plus, as fucking hot as it was at the time, Mia’s little party trick of stuffing her panties into my mouth has left be a bit rattled. I’d always seen myself as the dominant one in my physical relationships, always seeing it as the guy’s role to ‘take charge’. 

So why did it feel so good when she took control? 

I was lost to the pleasure of it. Moaning helplessly into that sweet, musky gag while Mia rode me, breathing in her scent, my throbbing dick stiff and aching. Cumming harder than I thought possible inside her incredible pussy. My cries of pleasure muffled by her juice-soaked underwear, but my mind screaming loudly for more...

“I... I’ve got to go. Sorry, Mia – I wish I could stay.”

“Then can I see you later?” She asks, rolling onto her front. Dark eyes looking mischievous from where her head’s just inches from my crotch. The question sounding so innocent, but her charged look anything but.

I try to avoid her eyes. “Tonight’s not great... I’m alone with the boys until Heather’s back from her spin class.”

“I could come over and help?” 

I sigh, hesitating. “I don’t know, Mia. That might confuse them... Seeing their sitter while I’m there too? And what if they said something to Heather?” 

Seeing the disappointment on her face is hard. I feel like an asshole. Opening my mouth to try and explain before she silences me with a hurt look.

“Yeah, no – of course. I get it.” 

I can’t leave it like this.

“Unless...” Drawing out the word to give me more time, speaking before I’ve really thought things through - “I don’t know, maybe we could Facetime once I’ve put them to bed?” I smile, emboldened as Mia’s face brightens. “Yeah? OK, great - I think we should have at least an hour before Heather gets home.”

“I can’t wait...” She purrs. Deep, sexy voice giving me chills. That, and the look in her eye. 

Filthy. Devious. 

Like she knows something I don’t...

*

The drive back to the office gives me time to think, already starting to second guess myself. Worried my desire to please is about to back me into a corner, biting off more than I can chew. Creating another mess of my own making.

What am I doing? 

I’ve been married for so long to Heather, I’ve no idea how to start a new relationship – much less one with a girl half my age. 

If Mia even wants that...

I’m still not sure this isn’t just some game for her. Some exercise in self-validation, maybe? Dealing with daddy issues, stuff like that? The thought makes me wince; memories of Mia’s filthy pillow talk fresh in my mind. Face flushed, I try to distract myself – still surprised how much all that ‘daddy’ stuff turns me on.

But at least my moment of weakness this afternoon has proven one thing. Mia’s not doing anything she doesn’t want to be doing - that’s for sure. 

I was powerless to resist earlier. Barely able to stop her from what she was about to do in the café. Between that and how forceful she was at the apartment; there’s no doubt in my mind this situationship is developing entirely on her terms.

But that’s good, right? 

This way, I’m not the pursuer. Not the dirty old lech preying on the hapless babysitter. I mean, I guess I should be the one attempting to redirect her attentions, but it’s OK for us both to have a little fun for now, right? I mean, she’s a bit intense, but I’m sure it’s all just roleplay – kinky bedroom stuff, nothing more... 

Sure, it feels a bit weird, but only because it’s new to me - that’s all.

I’m feeling better by the time I get to the office. Both about my hastily arranged plans to Facetime with Mia tonight and about having finished in her unprotected pussy earlier. 

She’s a smart girl, after all. I’m sure she wouldn’t have put herself at risk by hooking up with me. 

Yeah... I’m sure she’s on the pill. I’m probably worrying about nothing, right?

*

“How was your day?” Heather asks when I walk in the house. Barely glancing up where she’s throwing activewear in her bag to listen to my answer.

“Umm, yeah – nothing special...” I lie, trying to manage my breathing. Doing my best to appear nonchalant. 

I go through my hallway routine - emptying my pockets into the key bowl by the door. Keys and phone already out, my fingers reaching into my jacket for my wallet when Heather looks up.

“What about the thing you were freaking out about earlier?” 

“Wha - Freaking out? Come on, I wasn’t ‘freaking out’...” I protest, making my ‘nothing to see here’ face. 

Heather’s not buying it, shrugging and sighing as she bends over to tie her sneakers. 

I watch her fingers work the laces, not paying attention to what I’m doing. Almost failing to notice the tangle of white cotton wrapped around my wallet before I go to throw it in the bowl... 

My heart nearly stopping when my brain catches up to what’s in front of my eyes, Mia’s sweet scent drifting up from the fragrant panties caught around my fingers.

Heather’s head snaps up as I yelp in surprise, quickly jamming my fist into my pants pocket to hide what’s in my hand.

“You good?” 

“Mmm-hmm, yep.” I try to cover my outburst with dignity, feeling sweat start to prickle across my scalp. “Hangnail. Pocket... hurt my... ummm -”

“Whatever, look -” She continues, cutting me off, “There are meals for the boys in the refrigerator. Jayden’s is the one without cheese. Don’t forget, alright? He’s being really picky about that at the moment.” Heather straightens up with her gym bag on her shoulder. “And they’ve had a bunch of screen time already, so don’t feel bad dragging them away from the TV, OK?” 

I nod, willing her out the door... 

“Boys!” She shouts in the direction of the den. “Mommy’s got to go, come say goodnight!” Turning to me as our two little rascals skid in to give her a hug and a kiss. “I’ll be back fairly late, I think  – don’t wait up...”

*

Dozing in the den after my shower, I’m confused by a mechanical whine interrupting my snooze. Accompanying metallic rattle stopping abruptly before I can open my eyes, my consciousness drifting again before I can work out what’s happening. 

I’m out again by the time I hear my ringtone, phone blaring from the hallway.

OK, now I’m awake... 

Blinking and squinting awkwardly in the harsh overhead lights, wishing I’d at least given the dimmer a turn before sitting down after putting the boys to bed. 

Wincing, I realize I’ve been lying on a bunch of crayons - Jayden’s coloring book too... Leaning to one side in order to extract the bright little book from under my soft shorts. Opening the pages to see he’s been working on. I smile when I see his stick-figure drawing of our family out at the park – a brown-haired character next to us, ‘Mia’ scrawled crudely above her over-sized head...

Shit – Mia!

Fully awake, I bolt off the couch, jogging to where my phone is still next to the key bowl in the hallway. Returning her missed Facetime call with fumbling fingers, running my hand through my hair where I can feel it sticking up after my unplanned nap.

“There you are, Mr B!” She answers brightly, “You didn’t forget, did you?” Mia’s deep voice drifts from my phone’s speakers, much clearer than the grainy image of her onscreen. 

“No, no... I...” I answer, trying to think of a good excuse for not calling. “Sorry, I was snoozing... Matt was a handful tonight. What time is it?”

“Nearly eight?” 

“Good – OK, not too late then...”  I reply, pausing in confusion at what I can see onscreen. It’s so dark I can barely make out Mia’s face. Ghostly glow of her phone’s backlight the only thing providing any light.  “Why’s it so dark, Mia? Where are you?”

“Oh, sorry – hang on,” She replies, before reaching above the view of the camera. Switching something on before a weak, yellowy light illuminates her better, car seats and door window glass suddenly visible in shot. “Is that better? I’m sat in the car, just finished up at the gym.”

“Yeah, that’s better – I can see you now.” I answer, walking to the kitchen to pour myself a drink.

We chat for a while about the boys, Mia asking how they’re doing, how much she misses them. Sympathizing with my tales of bedtime battles.

It’s so easy to talk to her, she makes everything so simple. Conversation flowing easily, telling me about her afternoon lectures before encouraging me to share all the dumb little details of my day. Part of me shocked when she lets out a long groan after shaking her head at one of my bad ‘dad- jokes’ – the sound instantly taking me right back to this afternoon. Face hot as I remember all the filthy, desperate noises Mia made riding me, groaning while she slammed her big ass down on my dick.

“You OK, Mr B?” She notices my distraction.

Yeah, yeah, just...” I laugh, “You know. Remembering...” 

Mia chuckles – wide, sunny smile making me grin in response.

“That was a pretty good workout this afternoon!” She jokes. “I almost skipped the gym to be honest. I am pretty sore...” Mia’s dirty laugh is music to my ears. “Yeah, I had to take it easy tonight... Just some light cardio – nothing too strenuous, so at least I didn’t get all sweaty. It was good though, gave me a chance to chat to some friends. Sort some stuff out.”

She gives me a loaded look. “Oh, by the way - do you like my outfit? I skipped the showers so I could show it off to you...”

Mia holds her phone at arm’s length, shuffling in her seat to show off what she’s wearing. A dark, figure-hugging zip-up top and baby-blue leggings. Her hair tied up in a ponytail, swishing this way and that as she poses and pouts for me.

She looks fucking gorgeous.

“Very nice!” I reply on my way back through to the den from the kitchen, remembering to dim the light this time before pulling the door shut. Setting my glass of wine down before getting comfy on the couch.

“Glad you like it, Mr B. Wait ‘til you see this though,” Mia holds her phone with one hand while she teases the zip on her top lower.

“Careful, Mia...” I laugh nervously. “Don’t get caught...”

She fixes me with a playful look. “Oh, don’t worry – I’m somewhere very private, no one’s looking... Only you, daddy.” 

I watch the zipper make its journey south, stunned already at what’s before my eyes. Smooth swell of Mia’s tits emerging from her tight top. Huge breasts checked only by the baby-blue sports bra supporting them, padded panels working like a cute, spandex breastplate with loads of sections cut out. Functional and sexy - lashing down Mia’s formidable rack while creating an eye-popping amount of cleavage in the process.

“It matches the leggings, but I can’t really show it off at the gym without getting dirty looks from some of the girls. What do you think? Do you... Like it?”

She laughs at my dumbfounded nodding.

“I thought you might...” Mia murmurs softly, biting her lip and running her hand over her chest,  playful tone returning. “Why don’t you show me how much you like it?”

“Mia, I’m not sure...” I glance at the door nervously, sure the boys won’t come down but not sure about when Heather might return.

“It’s OK, Mr B – it’s just us... We deserve this. This is our time.” She pouts at the camera, “Please, daddy – for your good girl?”

“OK, OK,” I relent, lost in the dark eyes of the gorgeous girl onscreen. “How’s this?” 

I put my phone on its side, propped against the couch cushions. Angle of the camera cutting off my torso now, but giving a perfect view of my cock where it’s swelling down the leg of my soft, grey shorts. I try not to wear underwear to bed, hating any restriction while I sleep, choosing a loose pair of shorts when it’s too chilly to sleep naked.

The effect is somewhat striking though, nothing left to the imagination when I get aroused in this light-grey pair. The pale colour helping to accentuate what’s going on, my swollen dickprint filling the camera’s view.

“Yeah, that’s it...” Mia groans, softly.  “That’s what I want. Now, stroke it for me.” She instructs, biting her fat bottom lip when I grip my thick cock through the shorts, surprised how hard it makes me when Mia tells me what to do...

“Fuck, daddy... you look so good...” She gasps, angling her own camera lower, spreading her legs for me to see. “Keep going – keep stroking that huge, perfect dick for me... Watch me, daddy. Watch me...”

I grasp my cock through the soft material, rubbing my palm along my hot, hard length. Feeling it twitch as I angle the swelling head of my cock towards my hip. Moaning quietly as I watch Mia onscreen.

The curvy brunette lying back in the driver’s seat now, spreading her legs wide. Knees lifted, feet braced on the dash. Mia’s free hand stroking over her leggings, fingers lightly teasing the baby-blue material stretched over her mound. Outline of her puffy cunt growing more and more visible as she slides her fingers up and down her swollen sex...

“Do you see it, daddy?” Mia asks, face out of shot – holding the phone close to show me every single detail, her middle finger playing with a dark ellipse at the apex of her thighs. “You see how wet you make me?” Gasping when she starts to rub near her clit, “I got so fucking turned on at the gym, thinking about you, Mr B. Thinking about what we did... How good it felt to have you filling me up, feeling you cum so deep inside me.”

I can feel the heat in my cheeks, my breathing changing. Eyes fixed on Mia and the hand playing between her thick thighs...

“Fuck, Mia – I wish you were here...” I groan. “I’m so hard for you.”

“Show me. Please? Show your good girl that huge daddy dick - the one that makes her cum so fucking hard...”

Mia moans her encouragement as I comply, sliding my shorts down. Freeing my girthy cock for her, grabbing the base to trap the blood and show off every veined, granite-hard inch. Stroking myself slowly as I watch the dirty girl onscreen rock her finger faster and faster over the tip of her fat clit, peak of Mia’s little hood clearly visible where her leggings are pulled tight against her leaking cunt.

“Ohhh, Oh, fuck...” She whimpers while I stroke for her. “That's it... Keep stroking, don’t stop, daddy – just keep watching me...”

Mia keeps talking as I jerk my cock for her. Rubbing her pussy through her leggings while she gives me instructions; faster, slower, grip it tighter... Her low, husky voice giving me goosebumps, my stiff dick just aching to be between her tits, or buried in her tight little hole. 

“God, I’d do anything to be with you right now.” I confess, breathing hard, feeling the dull ache of my orgasm starting to build...

“Anything?” Mia pants, voice strained - oddly intense...

“Yes, fuck it! Anything - I want you so fucking badly, Mia...” 

The screen on my phone goes dark, call ending abruptly. 

All that’s visible reflected in my phone now my thick, leaking cock. My fingers wrapped tight around the shaft, pre cum dripping over my knuckles... What the fuck happened? Did she lose signal? 

My mind’s racing, hoping Mia hasn’t been seen, hoping she’s OK. Worried there’s some weirdo trying the door handle of her car while she scarmbles to escape the situation... 

Then I hear a car door slam. The sound so close it makes me jump. Shit! Is it Heather? Is she home already?

My eyes flick over to the door the leads out to the garage, off a short corridor right next to the den. My heart thundering in my chest, cold dread smothering my thoughts. 

I hear the squeak of the door handle as I scramble for a couch cushion, knowing I don’t have time to get my shorts back on over my raging boner before I’m seen. Panic making my mouth go dry as I start to think up workable excuses as to why my shorts are around my ankles and my face is so red....

The door from the garage starts to open, and I brace myself. Ready for Heather’s ridicule, ready for the fight...

Letting out a huge sigh when it’s not Heather, but Mia who peeks around the open door.

“Surprised?” She laughs, that fevered, slightly manic look back in her dark eyes. 

*

Part 5

“Mia! This is crazy! What are you doing here?” I hiss, struggling to keep my voice low. “We talked about this, remember?”

“I couldn’t resist – knowing you were here on your own, Mr B... Don’t worry, I parked in the garage so the neighbors won’t see.” 

At least she has the sense to look at least a little guilty.

The pretty babysitter walks over quickly to where I’m sat on the couch, her eyes never leaving mine, that manic expression still there. Shrugging out of her zip up top and eagerly reaching for the cushion between my legs. Her amazing tits in that baby-blue sports bra even more incredible seen up close.

“You said it would freak the boys out – but they’re asleep, aren’t they?” She continues, “Come on, Mr B! Don’t act like you’re not pleased to see me...”

“But what about Heather?” I reply through gritted teeth, holding Mia’s wrist before she can pull away the cushion shielding my junk. “She could be back at any moment! What if she finds us like this?”

“What about her?” Mia hits back. “Respectfully, Mr B, you and her have been separated a while and besides, we’re all adults here... Plus, not to be rude, but she fucking cheated on you! You should be able to do what you want.” Mia starts to pull the cushion away from my cock, her other hand stroking my forearm as she leans in close.

Her eyes are on me, that dark focus negating all my unvoiced objections, stripping every shred of resistance.

Mia’s right. About everything. 

Why shouldn’t I have what I want?

I relax my grip on her slim wrist, letting her slide the cushion from my thighs, enjoying the moment she reveals my stiff, thick cock, Mia’s breath catching in her throat.

I’m kissing her before she can speak. Turning so I can cradle her face in my hands, giving a shuddering sigh as her fingers close around the throbbing heat of my hard cock and she starts to stroke me. Her hand feels amazing, just like our first time in the car, her grip just right, pressure perfect. Pumping slowly, thumb occasionally rubbing near the tip to encourage a bead of welling pre-cum over the taught skin.

Moaning against my lips, she leans back and spreads her thighs, using her free hand to lift my palm from her cheek and guide it to her pussy.

She helps me push my hand under the tight waistband of her leggings, moaning against my lips as my fingers brush the mess of her underwear. What feels like a tiny g-string wedged between the hot, fat lips of her engorged pussy – completely soaked. Mia breaks our kiss to give a little cry when I pull it to one side and slide my fingers over her clit.

“Yes, oh fuck... Just like that. Keep going, please don’t stop...” 

Her breathing ragged, juicy thighs starting to shake as I rock my finger against that sensitive little point. Mia’s eyes rolling back and her mouth falling open as the hand on my cock freezes, gripping hard.

“Oh fuck - daddy, I’m gonna cum for you... I’m gonna cum so fucking hard...”

Mia’s orgasm takes her, thighs clamping either side of my hand, hips bucking. The beautiful girl next to me riding out her climax with a series of hushed, grunting sobs. Hot little cunt melting under my touch. 

She kisses me as she comes down from the peak, gasping. The hand on my shaft starting to stroke me again, fingers trembling. 

“I can’t wait. I can’t, daddy... I need it...” She mutters, suddenly leaning over my hips. Ponytail brushing the bare skin of my thighs as she lowers her head into my lap. Before I know what’s happening, I feel her hot breath on the head of my cock, Mia’s full lips kissing the fat head of my dick before she opens wide and sinks her mouth down over my meat.

Fuck! That feels incredible...

I can barely breathe. Watching in disbelief as she bobs her head, taking me deeper, the dull ache of my orgasm returning quickly. Building swiftly, intensifying...

“Mia, wait...” I whisper. Trying to tell her it’s too much – how close I am to losing it already.

Heather never blew me... Well, once – for my thirtieth. For about two minutes before her jaw cramped. Either way, I’m not used to this – it’s too good. I can’t cope...

The curvy beauty with her head in my lap doesn’t slow. Eyes closed in ecstasy, huge tits pushed up against my thigh, big butt pushed back where she’s lying to my side. Arching until she feels my hand on her ass, encouraging me to play.

“Slow down, Mia – I’m too close, I can’t hold it...” My voice sounding strained, desperate.

Her dark eyes snap open, intensity in her stare both alluring and terrifying. I swallow hard, breathing deep, trying to keep from blowing my load. Expecting her to lift her amazing mouth off my throbbing cock, let me cum over her face or tits.

I put a hand on her face, gently trying to lift her head away.

In a heartbeat, she’s grabbed my wrist. Pulling my hand from her cheek to move it to the back of her head instead. Instinctively, I close my fingers around her ponytail. Mia’s eyes roll back in pleasure – her low groan muffled by the mass of dick in her throat.

“You want it?” I moan, voice strained, watching her dark look of longing. Mia’s slow, controlled nod leaving me in no doubt what she wants, as she slobbers over my dick and takes me deep once more.

I grab her hair again, pushing her down. Mia’s long moan of joy cut short as she gags, quickly recovering before lifting her head and gasping for air. Jerking my spit-soaked dick while she catches her breath, murmuring dark filth as she looks into my eyes.

“Yes, daddy, give it to me – give your good little cumslut what she needs... Let me have it, please? Cum down my fucking throat, daddy... Fill me up.” 

She’s back on my cock before I can think, working with me to find a rhythm where I’m holding her hair. Mia’s hand between her thighs now, playing with her pussy as I start to feel myself lose control. The surging ache of my swelling orgasm agonizingly intense now. I try to hold it just a second longer, huffing and groaning as my hips start to jerk. My big dick throbbing hard between Mia’s lips.

The sound she makes when I cum is amazing.

A low, animal roar of pleasure, cut short as she swallows hard. Over and over, each rushing surge from my cumming cock shooting against the back of her throat.

I’m in heaven, scared to indulge anything more than grunting, smothered moans for fear of shouting so loud the whole neghborhood will hear. My hand clamped over my mouth, hips bucking while I try to ride out this immense pleasure.

Snuffling, gasping, sloppy as all hell, Mia finally lifts her head from my lap. Grinning when she sees the look on my face.

Our happy moment short lived when her phone rattles against the hardwood floor. Mia quickly diving for the handset where it’s in her bundled jacket near the leg of the couch.

“Shit, that’s the signal – I’d better run.” She mutters, wiping her face on her arm and tapping out an answer to whoever’s messaged her.

“Wait, what signal?” I slur, light-headed. Is this what they mean by cum-drunk?

Mia turns to give me a wide, knowing smile.

“Mrs B’s on her way back.” She laughs at my look of drowsy confusion. “Jake’s been chatting her up at the gym after her spin class – I called in a favor. The reason I was so confident we wouldn’t be interrupted tonight was because I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist getting some attention from my ex.”

“But doesn’t she think you two are still together?”

Mia raises her eyebrows at my question, reacting both to me and whatever reply she’s just had back from Jake. “Didn’t stop her making a pass at him, it seems... Huh,” She shakes her head, “Sounds like she got a little handsy too.”

I fall silent, struggling to know how to react. Heather cheating on me last year was bad, but I’d thought that was something which happened in the heat of the moment. Even though we’re no longer together, the fact that my nearly-ex wife is acting out like this still feels weird.

“Hey, Mr B – it’s OK...” Mia turns to stroke my cheek. “You don’t need her. Not anymore.” A weird look passing over her face as she fixes me with an intense stare. “Mia’s here now, OK? And I’m going to take care of everything – I’ll look after every need you have, daddy. I’ll give you all you could ever want – you don’t need anyone else...”

The sound of a key in the front door makes us both freeze.

Shit, Heather!

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Hope you enjoyed these two parts - Part 6 on its way soon!