Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Parts 6 and 7 [M44/F22] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Curvy College Babysitter] [Shhh! She'll Hear!] [Big Dick] [Aggressive FSub] [Topping From The Bottom] [Dirty Talk] [Hold the Moan] [Choking] [Gushing F Orgasm] [Breeding/Breedslut] [Forced Creampie] [Yandere]

Previous Parts Available Here: Part 1, Parts 2 and 3, Parts 4 and 5

Please note, other referenced adult characters: F42/M22

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Part 6

I’m on my feet in seconds, shorts hurriedly yanked up. Desperately trying to persuade my still-swollen, spit soaked cock to sit flat without tenting the thin grey material. 

“Mia - Quick, hide!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice quiet. 

I can hear Heather hanging her jacket in the hallway. The sound of keys clattering into the bowl on the little console table against the wall. My heart pounding as I imagine her finding us like this.

I look back, expecting to see the gorgeous babysitter whose mouth just made me rethink the concept of heaven getting ready to leave. Expecting to see her putting her top back on, covering up those show-stopping tits in that eye-popping sports bra...

But when I look back, Mia’s still lying on the couch, staring at me with that intense look on her face. A small, knowing smile spreading over her lips as she slowly shakes her head.

“Liam!” Heather calls out from behind the closed door to the den. “You still up?”

Stood by the door, I mouth a panicked ‘what the fuck?’ at the busty brunette grinning at me from the couch. Mia’s reaction leaving me exasperated – a flat stare with eyebrows raised. Still grinning.

“But we’re not done, daddy...” She murmurs, sitting up slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “I know you still want more...”

Holy shit, this girl’s crazy.

Mia doesn’t get it. Heather and I might be separated, but that doesn’t mean my soon-to-be ex-wife won’t eviscerate me for fooling about with our babysitter, especially with the kids in the house. She’ll tell everyone - all our friends, the people she knows from my work... Heather will make it her business to tell every living soul what I’ve done.

 “Get dressed, quick!” 

My frantic whisper earning me nothing more than another slow smile, Mia biting her lip as she spreads her legs to tempt me with the wet spot still darkening her baby-blue leggings.

“Liam?” Heather’s voice behind the door forces me to act, shoving my foot in the way as it starts to swing open... 

“Oh, hey...” I answer blearily, trying to make it sound like I’ve just woken up, blinking as the harsh light from the hallway spills through. Clinging to the door to stop her opening it fully, I put my big frame between Heather and where Mia’s spread out on the couch. “I was just snoozing. Spin class OK?”

The dark-haired little woman behind the door frowns at me, eyes flicking over my face, lingering where my hair is sticking up at all angles. Hopefully buying my ‘just sleeping’ ruse.

“Are the boys with you? I thought I heard voices...” She tries to peer around me, frown deepening when I twist my body to stop her.

“No, no – they went to bed hours ago – I had the TV on though, maybe that’s it?” I cover quickly, hoping Heather didn’t recognize Mia’s voice. 

“Whatever... Listen, Liam - the garage remote’s missing off my keychain. I think one of the kids must have it. I know they love playing with yours. Can you get me another one?” 

“Sure, yep... I’ll order one tomorrow.” I reply slowly, my mind catching up.

Realizing that to gain access to our garage, Mia must have somehow taken Heather’s remote while she was at the gym. Feeling a slow, creeping dread build in me at the lengths Mia might go to in order to get her way. The boundaries she’s willing to cross...

As I’m speaking, I can feel her presence behind me in the darkened den. I swear I can hear rustling too, some kind of movement... My heart pounding in fear of what might happen if Heather hears it too. 

“Thanks – I’ll check their room tomorrow to see if I can find where they’ve hidden it.” Heather says, frown finally softening, “OK, I’m starving – I’m going to make some food. You want anything?” 

“Nah, I’m good.” I answer quickly, eager for her to leave, rustling from behind me sounding painfully loud to me now. What’s Mia doing back there?  “I’ll just finish watching this show and then I’ll head up to my room, I think.”

“OK, sure. I still need to shower but I’ll try not to wake you.” 

Heather finally steps away, turning to walk down the hall and into the kitchen. 

I wait for a slow count of five before shutting the door behind her. It’s not until I hear the refrigerator open and close that I let myself relax, letting out a huge sigh of relief. Goofy grin on my face as I turn to Mia on the couch, ready to laugh off our lucky escape...

That smile slipping instantly as my eyes readjust to the gloom, my grin turning to stunned, gawking amazement as I realize what I’m seeing.

 Mia looking back at me from where she’s kneeling on the cushions, bent over, hugging the back of the couch. Topless now, smooth skin between her shoulder blades looking especially kissable... My eyes drawn to the spread of her huge tits, spilling out either side where her chest is pressed up against the back cushions. Normally, I’d let my stare linger, but I can barely focus, heart thundering as I take in the rest of her.

Biting my lip at the sight of Mia’s huge, bare ass pushed back towards me. Bulging out from where she’s pulled her leggings down just below her fat cheeks. Dark little g-string panties caught in the light blue material. Waistband bound tight around her thick thighs, making her soft, round peach look fucking enormous. Hips pushed back, swollen pussy perfectly presented for me. Dripping wet; plump, kissable lips squeezed between the meat of her thick thighs...

I want her so fucking badly.

“Are you out of your mind?” I whisper, adjusting myself in these soft shorts, my dick already rock hard again. “This is crazy – you’ve got to get dressed!”

“I told you we weren’t done...” She answers with a sultry look, eyeing the mass of stiff cock straining against the leg of my shorts. “I was hoping Jake might stall Mrs B for longer... Guess ‘minute man Jake’ still hasn’t learned how to last.”

Mia giggles. “I got greedy too, I suppose. I just couldn’t resist tasting you, daddy...”

“Mia, we can’t do this – not now...” I plead with her, trying not to stare at her incredible body. “Heather’s right down the hall, there’s no way she won’t hear us!”

“For fuck’s sake - will you stop thinking about her! Stop ignoring what you want!” Mia hisses back, shocking me with her intensity.  “You said you’d do anything, yeah? – Well, don’t give up now...” 

Sighing deeply, she softens her tone. “Look at me – really look... It’s all for you. I’m yours. Take me, daddy. Use me... Let me give you what you deserve.” 

I can’t look away, my whole body aching for her. Fists balled at my sides as I fight my desire. She can feel me weakening, that deep, soft voice lulling me to the edge – willing me to take the plunge.

“Come on, Mr B... let your good girl take care of you.” Mia purrs, “Plus,” She adds, biting her lip and wiggling her juicy ass, scent of her driving me wild. 

“I’m not leaving until I get that dick, daddy...”

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Part 7

Scalp tingling, I fight to think clearly. 

I know this is insane. I know I can’t give into this. 

I can’t fuck Mia with Heather reheating last night’s leftovers just forty feet away... 

I can’t give into all the depraved pleasures I want to indulge with Mia’s curvy body - one thin door all that’s between us and the permanent consequences that’ll come with discovery.

But why not? Why shouldn’t I enjoy this?

She’s crazy, sure, but isn’t Mia right? Isn’t it about time I stopped ignoring what I want? Learn to put myself first? 

Besides, I think she’s serious about not leaving until she’s had my dick... 

Finger over my lips, I meet Mia’s eyes, satisfied when she grins at me. Fevered look of need back on her features – a sort of yearning, pleading expression, blended with dark, manic energy.

Quietly, I stand behind her, running my hands over the wide swell of her bare ass, trying to manage my excitement. Enjoying the feel of her soft cheeks before sliding my fingers into the hot, grooling mess between her thighs. Getting her ready for me, letting her stretch out a little before I give her my cock.

Mia gives a little gasp, but stays quiet, breathing out slowly and nodding her encouragement. Backing onto my fingers as I work them into her hot little hole. 

After a few moments, she whispers that she’s ready. Asking me to go slow - that she’s still a little sore from this afternoon, but she can take it.

I push my shorts off my hips, freeing my cock. Enjoying Mia gazing with longing at my granite-hard length, plenty of her spit still glistening near the base... Holding her stare I press the wide, weeping tip against her puffy pussy. Teasing the fat head of my cock along the length of her slit before holding it at her entrance.

“Do it, daddy...”  Mia whispers. “Fuck your good girl. I need you so badly...” 

The sound of Heather moving in the hallway makes me freeze. Pulse pounding in my neck, cock throbbing painfully - adrenaline spiking with the possibility of getting caught. 

“Hold on...” I murmur, hearing those footsteps getting closer, ready to call this off, ready to bundle Mia onto her side to try and shield her from view.

The curvy coed ignores my words. Biting her lip as she pushes her big ass back onto my thick dick. Soft, wet heat of her amazing cunt enveloping the tip of my cock as she takes me inside...

“Wait... Just wait...” I try again, my whispered warning once again going unheeded. Yet more of my straining shaft easing into Mia’s tight, molten pussy.

She feels fucking amazing. Gripping me tightly, clenching over each new inch that stretches her open. It’s every bit as incredible as earlier. I’d wondered if I’d imagined it this afternoon – overcome by the intensity of what was happening, the overstimulation... But no, Mia’s pussy is every bit as good as I remember.

And she knows it...

The look on her face speaking volumes. Her intense stare burning hot as she locks eyes with me and pushes her hips back to take more. Inch after inch of my rock-hard, veiny length disappearing into this gorgeous girl’s creaming hole.

I can still hear Heather shuffling about out in the hallway. The mother of my children unpacking her gym bag. My cheating wife so unsuspecting – stood just feet from where my huge dick is stretching open our babysitter’s soaking wet cunt. I should stop this, but I can’t – Mia feels too fucking good.

Fuck it – I deserve this...

I lean forward slowly. Feeling Mia’s pussy yield for me, feeling her melt. Watching her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open as I gradually drive my dick deep. Bottoming out, feeling the meat of her fat ass spread against my hips.

“Fuuucck, that’s deep...”  Mia groans quietly, clenching around my thickness. Panting as I withdraw before sliding into her again.

I fuck her slow. 

Long, deep strokes that stretch her out and make her whimper. Each time I find her limits, I think she’ll reach back to push me away. But instead, Mia arches, cheeks spreading slightly, welcoming me even deeper... Rolling her hips when I’m buried to the hilt, massaging my throbbing dick within her gripping walls, driving me against all her deepest, tender spots.

It doesn’t take long before she’s pushing back on me again, getting me to pick up the pace. Groaning with every thrust, panting over the sound of my hips slapping against her fat ass. I know we’re being too loud, but I almost don’t care anymore. 

All I want is this. For this feeling to never end. Unable to think of anything better than fucking this beautiful girl while her tight young pussy creams all over my dick.

“Oh God, right there, daddy... That feels fucking amazing.” Mia moans as I pound my cock against her deepest places. Grabbing her hips and leaning over to get a better angle.

Quick as a flash, she grabs my hand off her hip and pulls it to her throat. Clamping her fingers over mine as she holds it to her neck.

“Choke me while I cum, daddy.” She groans, face already turning red. Thighs twitching as her pussy tightens around my dick.

I obey. Scared at first though, not wanting to squeeze too hard.  Heather wasn’t into any of this.

But Mia’s hand is locked over mine, pushing my fingers up under her jaw as she sags in my grip – effectively choking herself... Face flushed, lips dark, bloodshot eyes rolling back in her head. Arching her back as her breaths come in shallow, desperate snatches. Her thick thighs shaking more and more violently as slam my cock into her soaked, gripping cunt...

I’m so fucking close. Watching this gorgeous girl lose her mind on my dick. Feeling Mia’s pussy start to spasm around me.

“Ff-ffuuucck...” She gurgles, cumming uncontrollably. Gushing hard around my length, muscles shuddering as pleasure rips through her core. My fingers lifting from her neck as soon as I feel her orgasm start. Quickly clamping my hand over her mouth instead, trying desperately to smother her hoarse cries of ecstasy.

“Sshhh...” I try to silence the curvy coed climaxing in my arms, leaning over, ready to whisper in her ear... But before I can, she’s reaching back, grabbing a fistful of my hair to pull my head close. 

I topple forward, my throbbing cock spearing deep, stretching her out, way more than I’ve dared give her so far. Mia groaning as I fill her completely, all my weight on her now. Every inch of my big dick slammed hard against her limits... I try to brace myself - to avoid crushing her. Taking my hand off her mouth to try and right myself.

“You want me quiet, daddy? Is that it? You expect me to stay silent while you split me open and pound that huge cock into me?” She asks darkly, still gasping through the aftershocks of her orgasm before swallowing hard. 

“OK, how’s this?... Cum in me or I’ll fucking scream.” Mia snarls against my ear, pulling on my hair so my face is pressed against hers. “Do it - give me that fucking load, daddy. Breed my needy cunt and I’ll be a quiet little bitch for you...” 

I’m reeling - shocked. Astonished how quickly she’s seized control, but also how intensely my body reacts to her dominance.  How much I fucking love it. My rock-hard dick aching and twitching in response to her tone, throbbing hard where I’m buried inside her. Adrenaline and lust making me gasp and groan as my climax builds quickly. 

Mia’s moving against me as she speaks, bucking her hips. Backing onto me, fucking my cock into her soaked, swollen sex. Holding tight to my hair, keeping my head next by hers while she tells me exactly what she wants.

“That’s it, daddy – that’s it... Give in, give it to me. Give me that hot, thick load... Let it go. Do it - fill me up...”

I can’t speak. Teeth gritted, trying to breathe evenly. Fighting the inevitable, my brain howling a warning I can’t comprehend, even as I lose myself to pleasure and the incredible hold Mia has over me.

“Don’t hold back!  Flood my fucking pussy, daddy...” She pants against my ear. “Give me everything. Breed your good girl.” Mia’s snarling commands shifting to something more needy as my aching cock throbs and swells in her soaked cunt. She can feel it – she knows what’s coming... 

“Do it, please...”  Mia whimpering now, voice strained. “Give your needy little breedslut what she’s been craving.... Cum in me, daddy - and don’t ever stop - please, please please...”

I can’t hold back, hips thrusting before I can stop myself. Pulling my hands from where they’re braced against the cushions so I can take big handfuls of her soft thighs. Letting my weight fall forward again as I grab her haunches and fuck Mia for all I’m worth. Pounding into her pussy as the surging ache under my balls intensifies...

I cum so hard I nearly black out.

Holding my breath to avoid crying out, allowing myself a low, tortured groan as I throb and spurt over and over inside her. Emptying myself into Mia’s hot little hole as I continue to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. 

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” She whispers, nearly sobbing with joy. “That’s it, yes – fuck it deeper, daddy. Give me every drop. Fuck your cum into me, daddy – don’t stop... Breed my little pussy, I need it so much...” 

I love all this dirty shit. All the daddy talk, all the breedslut stuff. 

I just can’t help myself, it makes me feel so fucking good.  Moaning as soon as Mia relaxes her grip on my hair and I can turn my head to look at her. 

Watching her eyes roll back as my big cock pumps surge after surge of hot cum right against her cervix.

Jesus Christ, that’s a lot... I really need to be more careful.

I can’t help myself though... 

Damn, I’ve got it bad for this girl.

*

“Wow.” Mia’s surprise matches my own as I turn up the lights.

Thankfully, I’ve been able to run upstairs for towels. Heather’s shower giving me cover.

But even with two towels to help clean up, the mess we’ve made is significant...

“I’ve never cum like that before, Mr B.” She confesses quietly, grinning at me.

“Yeah, me neither...” My face burning while I watch this fresh-faced beauty wipe at the huge load dripping down her thighs. 

So help me, God, she better be on the pill... Even then, can you really keep doing this?

“I’d better get going before Mrs B gets out the shower, I guess.” Mia winces as she pulls up her leggings – biting her lip and giving her hips a wiggle, clearly a bit tender after all our fun.

“Good idea, I’ll need to move her car so you can get out – don’t want her wondering what’s going on.”

I recover Mia’s zip up top and sports bra from near the leg of the couch, watching with barely disguised regret when the stacked beauty in front of me covers herself. Shaking out her ponytail once she’s eased the zip over her stunning chest. 

I reach out to hug her, enjoying the feel of her against me.

“Oh, before I forget,” I start, feeling my heart skip as she looks up from under my chin and her eyes find mine. “I’m going out tomorrow, but Heather’s staying home now. So, good news! You can have your Saturday back! No need to sit for us.”

“You’re not out with Mrs B?” Mia’s question seems loaded. Warmth in her eyes shifting to something more intense.

“No – it’s a college reunion thing. We do it every year, bunch of us meet for drinks.”

“Can I come?”  Those eyes looking manic now.

“Mia, it’s not that kind of...” I start, taken aback by the tension in her body and how she’s looking at me. “We don’t usually bring ‘significant others’, OK? No wives or girlfriends, plus... Well – I’ve only just told them about Heather and I separating, so...”

“So - they’re all guys? No women?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, they’re all guys.” I answer, frowning. Confused why that would matter. “Why? Is that an issue?”

The smile she gives me is chilling. Teeth bared in warning, no humor in her gesture at all...

“I just want to make sure, that’s all!” Mia answers, tone sickly sweet. “I had to work hard to get you, Mr B - I don’t want some common little slut taking you away from me...”

 She smiles, genuinely this time, helping my nerves settle. 

“So, where are you guys headed?”

“Not sure...” I look away as I answer, hoping she won’t notice my white lie. “Ken usually decides on the location – I’ll send him a message tomorrow to see if he’s made his mind up.”

There’ll be no need to message Ken... It’ll be Honkers. 

It’s always fucking Honkers. Ken’s wife won’t let him go to a real titty bar, so he always picks the next best thing. As long as the wings are good, I don’t mind.

“Well, I hope you guys have fun!” Mia’s cheery response is cut short by a sound from upstairs.

“Shit, was that Mrs B? We should get going...”

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Thanks for your patience waiting for this one - hope it was worth the wait! The next parts should be with you soon - who's up for wings at 'Honkers'? ;)