Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Parts 8 and 9 [M44/F22/F21] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Flirty Waitress] [Confessing Attraction to Older Men] [Dirty Fantasy Talk] [Sexual Tension] [Big Cock] [Grinding/Outercourse] [Yandere Themes] [Loyalty Test] [No Sex]

Previous Parts Available Here: Part 1, Parts 2 and 3, Parts 4 and 5, Parts 6 and 7

Please note, other referenced adult characters: M40s/F42/FF20s

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Part 8

Sitting in the bar with my buddies, I’m surprised how much I’m missing Mia. 

At first it felt good to have some space – a chance to think straight without the distraction of her presence. That body... But the whole day’s felt flat without her - I must have checked my phone thirty times, hoping for a message or something cheeky to give me a little dopamine hit. But there's been nothing.

I guess it’s for the best though – I took a huge risk last night, giving in and fucking Mia with Heather in the house. Pounding my big cock into our babysitter while she demanded I breed her. Losing myself in that moment, obeying her desperate commands and flooding her pussy with another huge load - just hours after the first...

Yeah, it’s probably best I calm things down.

But coming to this downtown branch of Honkers tonight hasn’t helped calm my libido - quite the opposite. Ken picked this place as the next best thing to a titty bar, and it hasn’t disappointed so far. 

In fact, it’s turning out to be a pretty good night – better than I was expecting anyway. My worries about seeing the guys for reunion drinks melting away as we settle into our usual banter. Alan and Rick briefly asking how things have been since the separation with Heather - but thankfully not pressing for details. Meanwhile, Ken’s been too busy perving at our waitress to give a shit about my marital situation, all too happy to leave talk of wives and families at home while he throws back beers and mocks the rest of us for not keeping pace.

How's he this drunk already? Fuck’s sake, it’s only just gone eight. 

It’s probably got something to do with how quiet it is here tonight. There are a few big groups around but only about half the tables are occupied, so we’re getting plenty of our server’s time.

Which hasn’t helped Ken pace himself. My old friend seems unable to refuse the bubbly blonde charms of the lovely Erika. Our perky waitress with her folksy, faux-southern affect soon identifying my balding friend for the easy mark he is...

“Another pitcher, boys?” She asks cheerily as she sets down our ‘deluxe’ wings platter, taking care to give everyone a nice view of her modest cleavage as she leans over the table to pass out bowls of fries, Erika’s tight-fitting Honkers uniform helping to accentuate her assets. 

I’m sure Ken’s glad she pounced on us when we wandered in. The girls serving tonight all look great, but Erika looks especially good. Trademark Honkers white vest tucked into orange booty shorts hugging her in all the right places - saucy goose cartoon on her chest winking at anyone caught looking... They know their market too well.

“Another round? Of course! But only if you join us...” Ken flirts hard, slurring his reply. “Come on! Don’t leave me alone with these crusty old dudes – I need someone pretty to look at!”

Erika looks around at the four of us before she answers, clearly weighing up the risk. 

Trying to gauge if enduring fifteen minutes of Ken’s leering is worth the big tip she’s angling for at the end of the night. She pauses when she looks at me, flashing me a quick grin, making me blush.

“Sure! Why not – ya’ll seem fun. Let me go sort that pitcher and I’ll be right back...”

We all watch her cute little bum wiggle away in those orange shorts as she makes her way back to the bar, Ken sharing a dirty look with Rick before grabbing a sauce-drenched wing and tucking in.

“Careful, Ken,” Our softly-spoken friend warns, grinning and stroking his short beard. “This isn’t college, buddy - you’re old enough to be her father...”

I manage a spike of guilt, thinking on my own situation. Mia may have the confidence of a woman in her late thirties, but she’s no older than the bubbly college senior serving us drinks tonight.

“Oh, do fuck off, Riccardo,” Ken teases Rick while licking sauce off his fingers – “I’m sure your porn history’s full of girls exactly like that.”

Rick throws up his hands in surrender, guilty smile confirming Ken’s observation. “Alright, alright – you got me... But porn ain’t real life, just saying.” 

Alan shakes his head from across the table. “Don’t worry – I’m pretty sure these girls are safe from Ken. Mandy would castrate him if he made a move.” 

Ken gives him the finger, but stays quiet. Smart guy – I’ve met his wife. Mandy is not to be fucked with...

Alan laughs at Ken’s silent protest, the dark-haired, stocky guy sat next to me grabbing a wing and gesturing in my direction. “You know boys, I think it’s Liam we need to watch tonight – I saw the look she gave him just now... I’m not sure how, but the lovely Erika seems to have sniffed out the only single guy among us.”

Trying to laugh off Alan’s words, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket – Heather’s face showing when I check to see who’s calling.

“Looks like someone heard you, Al...” I answer with a grimace. “Duty calls, I’m afraid... Excuse me gents, I’ll be right back.”

*

“What’s up – everything OK with the kids?” I answer Heather’s call once I’ve found a quiet area away from the table.

“Did you forget to tell Mia about not sitting for us tonight?” Comes my nearly-ex-wife’s tetchy reply.

“What are you talking about? Of course, I...” I begin defensively, remembering last night’s conversation with Mia, suddenly wary why Heather would be asking. “Wait – why?”

“Because she came to the house earlier, Liam! I had to tell her my plans had changed and I was staying home. That it was just you who was out at Honkers for drinks tonight.” 

Heather sounds pissed off, flustered even. “Can you be clearer next time, please? It was embarrassing!  I was in right in the middle of..." She checks herself, pivoting from whatever is was Mia ended up interrupting. "Look, never mind, just be more careful, will you?”

“Yeah... Sure...” I sigh, hardly listening – remembering my discussion last night. Just how keen Mia had been to know where I was going...

She knew if she turned up at the house, Heather would let slip where I am.

“How is it?” Heather asks, breaking my train of thought.

“The reunion? Yeah, it’s good – better than I was expecting... Ken’s drunk already, though.”

“Already?” She laughs, a happy sound that takes me back to when things were better between us. “That’s got to be a record, right? Even for him...” She sighs. “Do you think you’ll be back late then?”

“Yeah, looks like – I’ll probably share an Uber with the guys. They’re all staying at the Marriott while they’re in town.” 

“OK, fine. I’ll probably be asleep, but can you keep it down if you end up watching porn in the den again tonight? Or at least wear headphones?” Heather’s judgemental tone makes me frown. I’m shocked too, face hot. The fuck? I don’t watch porn in the den...

“What are you on about?” I snap back, glancing around the bar as though people can hear what we’re discussing. Where’s this coming from?

“Look, Liam, I know we’re giving each other space,” She continues, using the slightly pained tone she adopts during our mediation sessions, “And I know I must have ‘interrupted’ you when I got home last night... But couldn’t you at least have waited until I’d gone up before you finished? I heard it all, Liam! All the moaning and the dirty talk. Oh, and since when have you been into all that ‘Daddy’ stuff? I didn’t know you liked that...”

My legs feel heavy, blood draining from my face. 

Heather heard what Mia and I did?

“Anyway, I just think it’s a bit disrespectful...” Heather finishes, taking my silence for guilt. “So, listen – I’ll leave a pair of headphones by your laptop for when you get in. Just in case you’re feeling 'frisky' after an evening ogling Honkers girls.” 

Mumbling my way through the rest of the conversation, I end the call. Making my way back over to the table in a daze, not sure whether to feel aggrieved or not. Pissed off to be made to feel like some naughty teenager caught jerking it, but aware I’m insanely lucky Heather attributed what she heard last night to loud porn... 

And not the sound of me railing our twenty-two-year-old babysitter while she begged me to flood her pussy with cum.

Erika’s back at our table by the time I return, sensibly positioning herself out of Ken’s reach while she tops off our glasses from a fresh pitcher. Setting it down before pulling up a stool to sit between me and Alan, fresh vanilla smell of her perfume making me acutely aware of how close she is. She flashes me a big smile as she gets comfy, eyes bright.

“Liam! There you are! Where’d you go?” Ken slurs loudly, not waiting for my answer. “Erika here was just telling us why she finds older men so irresistible...”

The pretty blonde sat next to me blushes hard and shakes her head, exasperated smile on her face.

“That’s not what I...” She starts, before realizing he’s teasing her. “You’re cheeky!” Erika laughs.

“Sorry about Ken,” I try to apologize for the red-faced, pudgy guy to my left, giggling into his beer glass. “He’s always been a flirt – believe it or not, he can actually be very charming... When he’s sober, that is.”

“That’s OK, I’m used to it.” Erika nods, taking a gulp of beer. “And besides - he’s not exactly wrong...”

“Oh?” Rick chimes in from where he’s been making a dent in our wing platter. “So, you do like older guys?”

She laughs, reaching over me to steal one of my fries, forearm brushing my bicep as she leans across. “I do! They’re always so generous...” She adds, winking at me.

There’s a collective groan around the table, each of us exchanging looks.

“No, no... that’s not what I meant!” She blushes again, “Though y’all do tip better, that’s for sure.” 

“Oh, so that’s it, is it?” Ken teases, “Got a thing for sugar daddies?”

“Or just regular daddies?” Alan mutters under his breath, shooting me a grin.

“Maybe...” The little blonde at my side teases, crossing her arms on the table and leaning onto her elbows, four pairs of eyes flicking down to her cleavage as she does so. “But there’s more to it than that... I’m not alone - a lot of the girls here enjoy the attention. They Iove it when an older guy gives them a compliment.”

“But what makes it different?” Ken presses his point. “You’re a beautiful girl, I bet you get plenty of attention from guys your own age.”

Ken’s words make me think about Mia - how she can’t be short of attention either. Football star Jake might be out of the picture now, but how many others have been circling, waiting for a chance? Not for the first time, I think about what future there is for the two of us. Worried I’m not set up to cope with this temporary stuff, unsure how I might fit in a ‘friends with benefits’ situation.

God, I’m so out of my depth.

Erika laughs, “OK, yeah - I do...  But there’s something that hits different when the guy’s older, y’know?  There’s this whole different energy they have.”

“So... It’s physical?” Rick offers, blushing when she turns to answer.

“Sort of...” She replies, eyes narrowed. “But, personally, I think it’s more about presence? It’s not just about looks - at least not for me.” Erika pauses, looking at the four of us as we hang on every word.

“Then, what?” Ken presses, “Experience? Authority?... Daddy issues?”

I have to take a drink, trying to hide my reaction at hearing that word...

Erika shifts her weight, bare thigh briefly brushing mine where we’re sat so close.

“Maybe for some girls, sure – but not for me. It’s hard to boil it down to one thing - but if I had to, I guess it’d be... ‘patience.’

“What do you mean?” I ask, suddenly invested – similarities between Erika and Mia seeming vital to understand my situation. Eager to know what’s drawn Mia to me when she could literally have anyone else.

I hope it’s not just about the size of my junk...

Erika turns in her seat to explain, looking at me intensely.

“It usually starts with something small... I’ll notice it in the way they look at me. Calmly, I guess. Not all ‘entitled’ like these college boys stare, more a ‘detached’ sorta look? Looking with a sense of appreciation... Like I’m some work of art in a fancy gallery, and they’re weighing what they’d offer to make me theirs...”

She keeps her voice low, making the others lean in to listen. Her eyes never leaving my face, as though her words are somehow meant just for me.

 “And then... There’s the way they fuck...” She murmurs, the others reacting with nervous laughter as she continues to stare into my eyes.  Erika ignores them, leaning closer to me, raising her chin as if she’s daring me to look away.

 “The way they’ll take their time.” She continues. “So different from college guys - from some frat boy who’ll home in on whatever makes you moan that first time. You like neck kisses? That horny fucker’ll be slobbering under your ear all night long, thinking he’s god’s gift to women...” 

She laughs softly, eyes on my mouth now. “An older man, though? Sure, he’ll make you moan when he kisses your neck, give you a little more even... But then? He’ll move on. Find some other place to tease. Somewhere that makes you moan longer, louder. Maybe somewhere you didn’t even know you liked being kissed.  And then he’ll find more, and more.” 

I feel Erika’s leg against me again, knee nudging my hand where it’s resting on my pants. Soft, bare skin brushing against my wrist, like she’s trying to get me to touch her.

The others can’t see, even Alan where he's on her other side – they’re entranced, too focused on what she’s saying, on my reaction. Erika’s hot stare making my face heat as I try to ignore what’s happening below the table.

“And as he's doing that, he’ll discover all the parts of your body that are secretly begging to be caressed, kissed, sucked or nibbled.” She continues, whispering. Barely audible now – four pairs of eyes locked on her lips.

“And before you know it?  You’re wetter than you can believe, crying out for him, pleading with him to let you cum, then fuck you senseless...” Her breath catches in her throat, and I can feel her leg rubbing against me as she gently squirms in her seat.

“And the good ones? They will...” Erika breathes, still focused on me, her hoarse whisper close to a moan now.

“But the best ones? The truly patient? They’ll make you wait for it. Slow. Calm. Unhurried. They’ll just watch while you pant and whimper and squirm. Make you wait until you can’t live another second without it...” Her words are strained now, little chair at my side creaking almost imperceptibly as Erika rolls her hips and stares into my eyes. “Then and only then will they fuck you... And it feels fucking amazing. 

Once you’ve had that?” She sighs, finally breaking eye contact with me and looking at where I’m gripping my beer glass, knuckles white... “Trust me, you’ll chase it anyway you can - desperate to have it again. So yeah, ‘patience’. That’s why I prefer older men, anyway...”

There’s silence, all of us trying to hold our shit together. Ken in particular looking like he’s about to expire. Red-faced, mouth hanging open, gazing at Erika with undisguised longing...

“Now, then,” She beams, looking around the table. “Who’s up for shots?” 

Four flushed, gasping guys raise their hands. 

*

Part 9

“Jesus... I haven’t been this drunk in a while.” Alan mutters, standing next to me at the bathroom urinals. Both of us swaying as we try to take a leak without making a mess.

He’s not wrong, Erika’s ‘make ‘em thirst’ sales technique has proved extremely effective, a second round of shots following the first – even Ken pleading with her for a short break and more food to help soak up the liquor.

“You’re one lucky fucker, you know that?” My wingman continues as he shakes and zips up. “She’s practically throwing herself at you, Liam. You gonna do anything about it? I think you’ve got to, right? Chances like this don’t come round very often...”

If only you knew, buddy. 

Truth is, I’m a bit overwhelmed by it. 

I mean, I’m a decent looking dude, but no movie star. The idea that first Mia, now Erika have decided I’m prime DILF material? It’s a little hard to believe. But then, that’s been my problem for years – never wanting to see what’s seemingly obvious to everyone else.

“I don’t know, Al – I think she’s just doing her job.” I answer, putting myself away. “The servers get a bit flirty, we buy more booze to keep them interested - it’s all part of the deal, right?”

My friend laughs at me from over at the hand basin. 

“I’ve been to plenty of places like this, Liam, and what I’ve seen tonight is far from ‘work appropriate’, even in this setting... I’m telling you, man – she wants you.” He sighs, shaking his head and smiling. “And her friend wants you too... She’s shy, I think – but no less interested.”

Stood washing my hands I look at Alan in the mirror, expecting to see him ready to laugh. Waiting for the punchline. Some joke I’m two steps behind on.

“What friend?” I ask, when he just stares at me.

“What do you mean, ‘what friend?’” He shoots back, grinning. “Rick and I can barely stop looking over to check her out. Granted, she seems a bit shy, but she’s been checking you out from the bar most of the evening. Don't tell me you haven’t noticed.”

A slow, creeping realization starts to settle on me. My sudden ‘luck’ at catching Erika’s eye now making more sense.

“Could you point her out, Al?”

*

Stood off to one side of the seating area, Alan points at a familiar brunette sat by the bar. 

“You see? In the denim shorts? Hot, right?... Curvy girls like that make me really, really miss college, man...” 

Positioned perfectly behind a pillar, hiding her from view of where I’ve been sitting, I spy Mia’s unmissable hourglass figure. Smooth cheeks of her wide ass nearly spilling out of the little jean shorts she’s wearing. Tight yellow vest doing little to divert attention from her eye-popping rack.

Sipping her drink, Mia leans back on her stool, neck craned to look around the pillar. Her gaze directed at our table and the seats Alan and I have vacated.

“See? She’s looking to see if you’re back – I’m telling you, Liam, she’s been checking you out all night...”

Alan gestures away from Mia now, pointing in Erika’s direction as our server wiggles her cute little behind back over to the bar. Briefly engaging Mia in some intense conversation while they look around the room, failing to notice the two of us where we’re off to one side.

Mia’s come here looking for me, I’m sure of it. 

But why hide? Why go to all this trouble just to watch me from over there? And what’s her connection with Erika – does she just happen to know the flirty little blonde who was rubbing up against me earlier?

This is no coincidence – they’re up to something.

I watch as Erika nods, smiling at whatever Mia’s saying. The two of them sharing a conspiratorial look before she sets off with a tray of drinks. I let my focus rest on Mia, enjoying this opportunity to watch her without being seen, studying the way she acts. 

She’s stunning. Alan’s assessment confirming my own feelings about the gorgeous coed I can’t get out of my head. She’s bigger than any of the waitresses running tables tonight, but that only makes me want her more. Thick thighs flattened against her barstool, little shorts barely able to contain her big, soft ass. Her brown hair worn loose, tumbling over her shoulders, wavy ends resting against the mountainous swell of her tits. That vest she’s wearing not slutty or low cut, but near-scandalous where it fits tight to her curves.

I notice her look down, phone in hand. Typing quickly, eyes flicking up to our table every few seconds. Then I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as she sets the handset back down on the bar.

“I’ll be over in a minute.” I mutter.

Alan nods and starts his way back over to the others, swaying slightly, but doing well not to look as drunk as he must feel right now. I know I’m struggling...

I check my phone, Mia’s message making my heart pound as I squint to read the text swimming onscreen.

“Missing you – are you having fun without me?” Her words captioning a selfie she must have taken earlier. Huge braless tits pushed together in that tight yellow vest, nipples hard. Mia’s full lips pouting as she stares at the camera lens with hot, dark eyes...

Hands trembling a little, I tap out a quick reply – how I wish she could be here, how I know she’d make it more fun... Testing her honesty, seeing if she’ll admit where she is. 

I watch her smile as she reads what I’ve written, scanning the room for me before she taps out an answer.

“Awww, and don’t you forget it! You’re mine, daddy – I don’t want anyone stealing you away...”

Mia signs off with kisses and emojis, message sent just as Erika returns. The little blonde shaking her head at Mia and gesturing in the direction of the bathrooms. I duck out of sight, sure now they’re both looking for me. 

When it’s safe to peek again, I watch Mia show Erika her phone, the two of them sharing a laugh. Mia saying something to the petite waitress that makes her frown before smiling anxiously. Blushing hard before she answers, clearly excited. Mia stroking the other woman’s arm as she nods reassuringly.

 What’s that about? I wonder, as I make my way back to the table where my friends are sat. A fresh tray of shots awaiting my return.

“Where were you, dickhead?” Ken barks at me, lolling head and bloodshot eyes confirming he’s in bad shape. “We’ve been waiting...” He burps loudly and swallows hard, waving his arm in the direction of Rick and Alan. “These fuckers want to go back to the hotel bar. They’re worried I’m about to make a scene...”

I open my mouth to agree, feeling Rick’s eyes on me, pleading for support. My buddies desperate to  transfer Ken somewhere more manageable.

“Buuuut... But., but, but...” Ken stops me, hand raised while he sways in his chair. “I said I’d only go if we do one more round of shots.” 

“Sounds good!” I grin, relieved the end is in sight, knowing my tolerance is being tested tonight. I reach for one of the shot glasses on the table, waiting for the others to follow suit.

Ken laughs, just as the lights start dimming in our section and a pounding calypso beat overwhelms the background music I’ve been tuning out.

“Oh, no you don’t!” My red-faced friend giggles, the others smiling sheepishly. “Not that one – yours is coming...”

That’s when I notice a trio of Honkers girls striding over, two in front holding pom-poms and whooping, Erika bringing up the rear, grinning mischievously.

In near darkness now, music deafening, the two I don’t recognize stand at my sides. Holding my arms while Erika emerges from the bright blizzard of rustling pom-poms held over my face. Presenting a bottle of tequila, pouring spout rammed into the top, she whips up the small crowd watching. Letting the whistles and cheers build before she closes in on where I’m sat.

“To Liam!” Ken roars over the din. “Whose cock is free at last! May he revel in many nights of debauched freedom before it’s caged once more!!” 

The crowd cheers and the others drink as Erika hops onto my lap, thighs spread wide, straddling me. Eyes bright as she wriggles to get comfortable, biting her lip when she grabs my chin and forces me to open wide. Grinning as she lifts the bottle high above her head and pours tequila into my mouth.

The burn of alcohol swamps my senses, but not entirely... Primed for the rough scorch against the back of my throat, I’m aware of another sensation – another burning heat. Lower down, hidden... Erika’s red-hot pussy grinding hard against my swelling cock as everyone's focus is drawn to the sparkling stream of liquor splashing over my lips. 

The noise is intense. Laughter, cheering, the heavy beat of the music. But over it all I hear the pretty blonde in my lap moan softly, her eyes locked on mine. Awe-filled expression telling me she's struggling to comprehend how large I am. The scale of my swelling bulge, pressed up against the crotch of her little booty shorts.

My heart’s racing. Knowing Mia must be watching. Knowing how this must look to her.

Unless she’s behind it...

That thought staying with me as I finally reach my limit, coughing and spluttering. Spilling booze down my shirt as I squirm to avoid swallowing more. Giggling, the girls at my sides melt away, freeing my arms - and as quickly as I can I lift Erika off my lap. The petite beauty stroking my face and beaming as she backs away.

The lights are coming up, music fading – back to usual. My friends around the table laughing, congratulating themselves as I wipe my chin and try to recover my composure. 

Erika sits at my side while they’re all distracted, reaching for a plastic wrapped bundle left on the table by one of the other servers.

“Sorry about springing that on you, Mr B! At least you get a free T-shirt though,”

She laughs, laying the bundle in my lap, fingers brushing the hard heat of my swollen shaft as she does. Leaving her hand on my thigh as she leans in close to whisper against to my ear. “And you can have much, much more if you like...”

I hear her breathing quicken as she flexes her wrist and palms my cock, Erika’s actions hidden from view by the freebie shirt laying over my thighs. “Check inside, I’ve left a note for you,” She sighs against my cheek. “Meet me in my car once the others have left... Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

Mr B... 

How does she know about that...?

I watch the pretty waitress wink as she leaves, realizing now what this is all about. Finally understanding what’s going on. 

Erika knowing Mia’s pet name for me is no coincidence... I’m being played.

No, not played...

Tested.

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Hope you enjoyed that one - thanks for reading! I hope you don't mind me slowing the pace a bit, ramping up the tension for what comes next. I think it's worth it! Next parts should be with you soon.