Fate

I met a guy in college that dated my friend. He asked me out after she broke up with him. I said no, but ended up on a few friendly dates. I explained that I couldn't date a guy I had seen having sex with my friend. We eventually began talking about sex and he shared that his first time was with an older woman, the mother of a girl he dated. Parts of this are his story and parts of it are from a story a lady I know on a social site shared. I blended them together.

My daughter liked an amazing boy, but he was a few years younger, and he came from a lower-income family. I pushed her to date boys her age from wealthier families and boys more like her father. I didn't want her to struggle like my husband and I did when we started off. It took time, but my husband became a wealthy attorney and businessman. I wanted better for her!

The boy she liked was heartbroken when, after my insistence, she broke off their relationship when she left for college.

The boy, Nick, worked at our country club golf shop and often caddied for my husband. My husband said Nick was a smart boy with a good head on his shoulders. He referred to Nick as a good chap and requested Nick to be his caddie on every round. Nick graduated from high school a year early after receiving academic and golf scholarships to a prestigious private university.

I realized that I had underestimated Nick, but it was too late. Nick was so upset with my meddling that he wouldn't return my daughter's calls. For other reasons, but similar, my husband was upset with me. My husband said I lived in my delusional country club world of tennis, golf, bridge, cards, and afternoon drinks.

I returned home from playing tennis early one summer afternoon. I thought that it was odd that my husband's car was in the driveway and my daughter was home early from her summer internship. I heard noises as I walked into the house and followed the sounds to my bedroom. Shocked, I walked in on my husband and daughter together in bed. I took a step back. I was dumbfounded.

My husband and daughter were having sex.

I was shocked. I began to shake.

My tall, handsome, dark-haired, slightly overweight husband was between the legs of his tall, blonde, model-looking daughter. Her perfect C-cups were jiggling, and her sexy, high-pitched moans filled the air as my husband fed her his short, thin cock with wild abandon.

"Oh, God, daddy. Yes."

He kissed her on the lips as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Sweetie, your pussy is so tight. I am not going to last much longer."

"Daddy, faster."

My daughter gasped as my husband lowered his hips and their bodies smacked together. I saw her shake as she gasped. Her body continued to shake, and she began gasping as his dick drilled her young pussy.

The bed was shaking, and the headboard started hitting the wall.

"Oh, fuck me. Yes, Daddy, yes. Now. There, I am cumming."

My husband's body went still. He gasped and began to tremble. His ass flexed, and he moaned.

He grunted. "Sweetheart. I am cumming."

My daughter reached for his ass and held it as he began to fill her pussy with his thick, white, daddy-juice. "Daddy. Don't stop. I feel you cumming this time. It's warm and it tingles."

I slowly backed out of the door and stumbled through the house. My heart was pounding as I got in the car and drove away. I could hear their cries of passion ringing in my head.

Without knowing, I had pushed them together. I had painted a picture of her father as the perfect man, and at some point, she went after the perfect man and scored. Her perfect body and beautiful smile had been on the cover of local magazines, but seeing my husband's dick slide into her perfectly manicured blonde pussy was not something I thought I would ever witness. I loved my daughter, but I had never intended to hear her cries of passion as she was sexually pleasured.

I pulled into the back parking lot of the country club. I was numb. My mind was lost in what I had seen. Erotic and yet disturbing.

The sight, sounds, and her comment about "this time" echoed in my head. OMG, how many times had they had sex? How long had they been having sex? How many times had my father fucked our daughter in my bed? How many times had my husband unloaded his seed in his daughter's pussy?

I am not sure how long I had been sitting there when I looked up. I was startled when I saw Nick looking at me. He looked like he had seen a ghost. He jumped when I looked up. He was shaking.

I heard him through the window and over the engine. "Are you ok?"

He casually looked down, back into my eyes, and down again.

I followed his eyes and saw that they were focused between my thighs and on my hand.

It was the first time I realized that I was masturbating.

My heart was pounding. I realized that my hand was on my hairy crotch, and my panties were at my knees. My shirt was unbuttoned, and my skirt was bunched at my waist. My middle finger was buried in my wet 41-year-old pussy.

I quickly pulled my hand up and slid my skirt down. I thought it would be quicker, so I kicked my panties to the floor and looked up at Nick as I began to button my shirt. "Get in."

He took a step back. "I can't, I am at work."

He looked scared as I lowered my window. He gasped. "I promise I will never tell anyone." He looked terrified. "I swear. I will never tell anyone."

He lowered his right hand and adjusted what was an obvious erection before squeezing his cock through his pants and pulling his hand away.

"Nick, how long have you been standing there. Have you been watching me?"

Honestly, I had no idea how long I had been parked and had my hand and fingers in my panties.

He gasped. "I am sorry, I thought you needed help. That is why I walked over to your car."

I tried to get composure. I knew he lived a few blocks from the club and walked to his summer job. "Meet me here when you get off work. We need to talk. Text me when you get off."

I casually grabbed my panties from the floor of the car and walked into the clubhouse. It was getting close to dinner, and the club was filling with patrons. I was fortunate that it was Nick, and not someone else, who had walked up on me. I was shaking.

Anger filled my veins as I thought about my husband and daughter fucking. How long had they been lovers? Were they lovers or just sexual partners?

I tossed my panties in my golf locker, washed my face, straightened my hair, washed my hands, got a drink, and then a second drink from the bar.

I texted my husband that I was at the club and got an immediate response. "Ok. Lisa and I assumed you would be late and found some things to do. I will take Lisa to dinner at the club once she is dressed and ready. Do you want to meet us there?"

Again, I was pissed. I texted back and refrained from letting him know I had seen them fucking. "Ok, enjoy. I hope you enjoyed your time together. I might see you at the club. Don't wait for me. I am sure the two of you can navigate things."

I was pissed that he had navigated his cock into our daughter's pussy. I got a lump in my throat. I assumed she was still on birth control. She hadn't spoken about sex or dating to me since she had gone to college, and I had stepped between her and Nick.

Around 8 PM, 90 minutes after I had seen him in the parking lot, Nick texted me. "I am locking up the pro shop. Do you still want to meet with me?"

I quickly thought that it was not smart to meet him in a parking lot. The parking lot was full of cars and many people I knew. "Wait, I will meet you at the golf shop. Don't be obvious that you are waiting for someone."

A quick response. "Ok."

I had rehearsed what I was going to say. I had planned to scare him into silence.

I saw Nick standing inside the shop, folding shirts. He turned as I walked in. He looked like a scared puppy.

My heart dropped. Nice was as handsome as my daughter had said he was. His tall, athletic frame, dark hair, and hazel eyes were captivating. It was the first time I had allowed myself to see how handsome he was.

I walked into the shop and closed the door. I swallowed. My brain went to a place it shouldn't have. Instantly, my intentions shifted.

He locked the door, and I had him guide me to the back room and away from the windows.

I stood looking at him in silence.

My hands were shaking, and I suddenly had to pee.

"Nick, do you think I am a bitch?"

Nick swallowed and took a deep breath.

Stepped toward him and reached for his crotch. My brain was foggy. Between seeing my husband fucking my daughter and the 4 strong Long Island iced teas, my brain and actions were distorted. I felt his cock growing under his golf shorts.

He studdard. "No, Mrs Kieff."

I smiled. "Bull shit. Tell me the truth."

He swallowed. "Sometimes you haven't been nice to me."

"Sorry."

"It's ok, I guess." He looked down at my hand holding his swelling cock through his shorts.

"Did seeing me and what I was doing earlier turn you on?" I squeezed his growing dick firmer in my hand.

I smiled at his silence.

"I saw you had a lump in your shorts. Did you like what you saw?"

He shook his head. "Yes, Mrs Kieff."

I removed my hand from his crotch and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. "Nick, is the door locked?"

He nodded his head. "I locked it after you shut it."

I reached back and unclasped my bra while watching Nick's eyes zero in on my tits as they were exposed.

My voice cracked. "They are larger than Lisa's."

Nick nodded his head.

" You can touch them."

He didn't move. "I promise that it is ok. I want you to touch them."

I shivered as his eighteen-year-old hand gently caressed my right tit and nipple.

I reached down and slowly unfastened Nick's belt and the enclosure of his shorts. Once unclasped, his shorts fell to the floor. I giggled. "Oops."

I pulled my bra up to fully expose my full D-cup tittied and thick, deep pink nipples. I guided Nick's head down toward my breasts and took one of my nipples into his mouth as he caressed the underside of my breast. My body shuddered.

I reached into Nick's briefs. I moaned after I found that Nick's firm cock was thicker than my wrist and at least 8 inches long. I wondered if he had fucked my daughter, but feared asking.

Nick moaned and pulled his mouth away from my tit. I looked down and saw that the head of his dick was already leaking.

I swallowed. I knew it was dangerous to go further. I had a deep desire to go further and wondered if Nick was open to the idea. I knew it was more dangerous, and the chance of getting caught increased the longer we were there.

I thought it through as I squeezed the thickest cock I had ever held. If someone walked in on us and I was holding Nick's cock with my tits exposed, shit would hit the fan.

My voice was hoarse. "Nick, do you want to fuck me?"

Nick, already shocked that I was holding his cock, didn't say anything.

I shoved Nick's cotton briefs partially down his thighs. I looked at his massive cock before looking up into his beautiful hazel eyes. "Take your undies off."

I kicked off my loafers and led him into the stock room.

I pulled up mt skirt and exposed my hairy blonde pussy to him. "Look familiar."

He smiled. "Beautiful."

"But, I am a bitch."

Nick remained quiet.

"Thanks for not agreeing, but I know you think I am. Maybe I am."

I sat on the edge of a desk and raised my knees. I felt Nick's cock twitch as he looked between my legs

"Nick. We don't have much time. I am sorry I have been a bitch."

I took his cock into my hand and pulled him towards me. "Maybe you can forgive me?"

I pulled Nick towards me. I took his long, thick, curved cock and aimed it at the pink in the mist of my thick, dark-blonde jungle.

Nick paused. "Mrs Kief, I don't have a condom."

I hadn't thought about that, but I didn't care. "Put it in me, Nick. Go easy." I swallowed. "Be gentle."

He didn't hesitate.

I gasped as the overly thick head of Nick's swollen cock stretched my pussy lips. "Oh, fuck, Nick. You are thick."

I groaned, thankful for the alcohol to calm my nerves.

Nick pushed his hips forward, and I gasped as his oversized, hard cock began its journey while stretching my vagina. I was shocked by how it squeezed into my pussy.

I needed to know. I guess I trusted he was free of VD, but I needed to know. I wanted to ask without specifically knowing if he had fucked my daughter or another girl before me.

I exhaled and tried to relax as Nick's fat cock stretched my pussy and went deeper with every stroke.

"Nick, have you ever?" We made eye contact. "Have you ever been with a woman before now?"

He looked nervous but so handsome. He seemed shy, yet his large cock was hard and between my legs.

He shook his head and muttered. "No."

I looked into his eyes. "Don't look now, but you and I are having sex."

I saw him look down between us.

I pulled his chin even with mine. "I can assure you that your penis is inside of me." I swallowed.

I looked into his eyes. "Nick, kiss me."

I had always wondered if he and my daughter had sex. I was glad they hadn't and hoped I wouldn't regret fucking him myself.

The first kiss was weak, but he quickly kissed me again. I moaned, "Much better that time". I forced my tongue into his mouth.

I realized that either he lied or fucking must come naturally to some boys. My husband wasn't nearly as passionate a lover as I could already detect in Nick. God, I was so turned on. I raised his shirt and looked at his abs and hips as he flexed them in order to move his hips forward and back. I could see his amazing ass flexing in a mirror that was behind him. My pussy felt stretched, and he seemed one hundred percent focused on pleasing me.

Nick began to work his giant pecker in and out of my tight pussy with greater urgency. I saw him look down at my tits and stomach. I realized that he wasn't watching his dick go in and out of my pussy as I had earlier thought.

He smiled. "Mrs Kieff, I always thought you were beautiful. You are even more beautiful than I thought."

I guided his finger over the scar of my scerian section.

"Thank you, Nick. That was sweet of you to say."

Nick leaned forward and kissed me. I bussied my tongue in his mouth as he traced the scar on my lower abdomen and ran his fingers through my pubes.

I thought of the scar on my abdomen as Nick traced his finger over it. The doctors had told me that my vagina was small and my hips were narrow while recommending a sacerrian. I envisioned the child I had given birth to, and then envisioned her as a beautiful adult woman. My body tensed, and I felt an orgasm approach as I reflected back on what I had seen earlier that day. I had seen my beautiful daughter fucking her dad. I had seen her body shake as she orgasmed on his cock and knew that her father had sent streams of cum into her. I heard her gasps and purrs in my head while envisioning her fucking her daddy. My body shook and, for the first time in ten years, I orgasmed during intercourse.

My pussy spasmed on Nick's unsuspecting cock.

I gasped, arched my back, and pushed my fingers into the flesh of his hips.

My muscles went stiff and spasmed. My toes curled, and my ass clenched.

I groaned. "Oh, fuck, Nick. I am cumming. Don't stop."

Nick began fucking me deeper, but quickly stopped. It all happened so quickly.

He humped his hips forward and started to pull back. I pushed my heels into his ass and pulled him towards me as I felt him start to pull away. OMG, I subconsciously wanted Nick to cum in my pussy like my daughter had wanted her father to cum in hers. I held Nick firmly as my body shook and my pussy spasmed.

His hips fell forward. I groaned as his cock went deeper into my pussy.

I gasped, and my body spasmed with increased energy.

I looked up at Nick's face. His eyes were closed as he pulled my hips towards him. I felt his balls against my ass. OMG, I was surprised that most of his long, fat cock was inside of me. Nick gasped. "Mrs Kieff." He began to shake. A fraction of a second later, it happened.

Nick's mouth opened, but only a gasp escaped as his long, thick, curved cock started pulsing in my pussy.

With 6 or 7 of his 8-inch cock inside of me, I felt a dull pressure; I assumed the thick, bloated head of his cock was against my cervix.

Nick groaned. "Mrs Kieff, I am cumming."

Nick's body shook as his cock began flooding my pussy with rope after rope of thick, potent, sperm-laced cum. OMG, he was flooding my pussy like never before.

I looked up at his face as he unloaded cum into my pussy. My thoughts were off the charts erotic as I thought about my pussy stretched around his cock and his cum gushing into me.

I kissed Nick after his cock stopped twitching in my pussy and he had stopped breathing hard. We were both shaking, the result of nerves and post-passionate tremors. "Don't pull out. Not yet"

I looked up and smiled when I saw that he was looking down at his dick between my pussy lips.

"Nick, sweetie. I hope that this means you forgive me for being such a bitch to you."

Nick kissed me. "You didn't have to have sex with me. I would have never told anyone what I saw."

"Do you regret what we just did?"

Nick smiled. "No, Mrs Kieff. You are a beautiful woman I have always thought about."

I playfully smacked his chest. "Naughty boy. Did you think about me when you dated my daughter?"

"I thought you were beautiful, but I guess I had upset you. Sorry if I did something that upset you. I liked her, but she always seemed focused on someone else."

I kissed him. "Nick. It was me, not you. I was." I stopped. Nick sensed my emotional change and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and was thankful his dock was still inside of me as I wrapped my legs around him. "It's ok, Mrs Kieff."

I kissed his cheek and aligned my face to his. "I hope you forgive me."

"Nothing to forgive. If I ever have a daughter, I will be protective too."

"Nick. I feel odd with you calling me Mrs Kieff, considering where you are and what we did. When we are alone, call me Sherry." I winked at him. "I hope you might want to be alone again."

Nick nodded his head.

"Good, but not here. Maybe someplace more private and comfortable." I groaned. "This desk is hard on my ass.

Nick chuckled. "And you have a fine ass, Mre Kieff."

I kissed him, and his dick started getting firmer in my pussy. He began moving his cock when I jumped after hearing a noise.

"Honey, we need to stop, get dressed, and leave before someone walks in and finds us like this. Not sure how we would explain this." I stuck my tongue down his throat. "Not that I want to stop, but we must."

Cum gushed out of my pussy, ran down my ass, and made a puddle on the desk as he withdrew his cock.

Nick was sweet and helped me dress and straighten myself, including giving me tissues to clean his cum off my pussy, before we left the golf shop. I made sure he knew I was open to spending more time alone with him, but I wanted to be a lot more cautious the next time he went headfirst between my legs.

I walked into the club's dining room and greeted my husband and daughter after cleaning up. My mind was off in erotic thoughts as I ate my meal. Nick's cum had already made my panties wet by the time dessert came.

I showered and joined my husband on our bed.

"Honey, will you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"Give me a warning the next time you plan to have sex with our daughter on our bed."

My husband turned ghostly white.

I kissed his cheek. "As long as only we are on the same page, go sleep with her. She deserves to be held after getting fucked and her pussy filled with her daddy's cum."

I heard my husband and daughter talking. I wished I knew what was said.

Nick's bed was a one-hundred-year-old double bed that once belonged to his grandparents. His parents were on a trip to Dolly Wood, and I was getting Nick's thick, hard wood. It was strange to be naked in an 18-year-old boy's bed and having sex at his parents' house. The old bed squeaked and thumped as Nick buried his young cock in my pussy. I am sure that his father, a Baptist preacher, would not have approved of his son fucking, much less fucking a married woman.