I knew the instant I matched with her that I would hate her. But I also knew my dick was lonely.
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Divorced at 47, I already knew I wasn’t the top commodity on the market. Being balding and chubby wasn’t doing me any favors, either. The handful of dates I’d managed to arrange through the app didn’t lead anywhere other than polite chit-chat over expensive steaks and pretentious red wines, with unreturned calls and messages after. The problem with girls that are my type is, quite simply, that I’m not theirs.
A year-plus of this had left me sour – and horny.
So I asked myself, what if I took a break from trying to find my next ex-wife, and maybe just tried to find an open and willing pussy for a night?
I broadened the search terms. Age and distance ranges got wider. Income range – way wider. Interests – narrower. Every hobby you have is one more thing a woman can read and say, “ewww, no.”
She was 33, allegedly, although from the look of the profile picture they appeared not to have been easy years. It had been taken with a cheap cameraphone and a smeared lens. In it, a plain, uneducated-looking chubby brunette looked over her shoulder at the camera while reaching into a slightly open refrigerator. She smiled with her moussed hair, a missing tooth, and a sweatshirt whose collar was worn and slightly dry-rotted and whose color was badly faded. The fridge itself sported the telltale stains along the door’s edges which betrayed both age and poor housekeeping standards. Her profile description simply had the name of the nearby state university’s football mascot, followed by six exclamation points!!!!!! I had an MBA from that university on my office wall. I strongly suspected she had never set foot there.
Our dinner date was at a cheap Mexican restaurant on a side of town I didn’t visit much, at the other end of a shopping center from a discount grocery store. A liquor store, check cashing outfit, and dental center occupied the storefronts in between. She showed up late, still wearing her uniform from the grocer, and her smile made it clear she had bypassed the dentist as per her usual habit. I was already a basket of chips and two margaritas deep.
It took very little time for me to confirm that we had nothing in common. She talked too much and too loud about nothing I cared about. The place served tacos and didn’t have a drive-through connected to it, making it one of the fanciest places she’d ever been to. The tacky decor and loud mariachi music over cheap speakers weren’t impressing me nearly as much, but it was fine for what it was. The margaritas were getting us both drunk, which of course was the goal. Even though I’d figured she’d see me as a meal-ticket, we were so far from experiencing a connection that I was genuinely surprised when she invited me back to her place afterward. I paid the check and followed her beat-up old compact sedan to her home, to what she called a “double-wide” but what most civilized people would call a trailer. I followed her not because I wanted to get to know her better, but because I wanted to get her clothes off, get my dick inside her, finish there, and then leave.
We went inside and tossed our leftovers on the kitchen counter next to some unwashed dishes and the fridge from the profile picture. A TV was on that nobody was watching. Her hands were all over my chest immediately, assaulting me with wet, sloppy kisses. I steered her toward the center of the room and we landed on a stained couch, removing clothing items as we went. Her uniform shirt was unbuttoned, bra unhooked, big floppy tits out for me to grab and hold and tweak her nipples. My pants were open and my cock was in her hand and she had a marvelously firm but gentle touch as she stroked me hard. Her pants and panties came down easily, exposing a nice round flabby ass and thick hairy cunt which was already nice and wet and loose when I got my fingers inside it, and I was ashamed at how much that made my dick swell even more.
With her pants tossed aside I pushed her onto her back on the couch, tits still flopping out of her uniform shirt, and she smiled like I was by far the sexiest man she had ever been with. She, on the other hand, was by far the most recent woman I had ever been with. I rubbed my cock up and down the slickness of her opening, and it was plenty of lubrication for me to push inside her easily – and within a few strokes, progressively deeper, I was fully inside.
That was when the hallway floor creaked.
From the hallway which led to the bedrooms appeared a stunning vision in firm, pert, tight, youthful beauty – blonde, gorgeous, barely covered by a plain white tank top and pale yellow cotton shorts. Beautiful long and smooth legs connected the rest of her to the hallway floor. One would say maybe that she looked like a cheerleader, but, she had just enough of an air of trashiness about her that maybe you’d substitute the word stripper instead.
I froze, mid-stroke, buried inside the dark curly pubic hair on the couch below me, with something like panic hitting me in the back of my throat, and I started to pull out. The woman grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back inside. “Don’t you dare, darlin’. That’s just my daughter,” she said, grinning at the girl. “Baby, c’mere. He got shy.”
“I should go,” I stammered, sounding like a liar because my cock was still twitching in her.
Mom laughed, filthy, delighted. “Nonsense, honey. Look at her. Pretty little thing. Tight. Not like her mama. You think you’re gonna walk out after you felt this –” as she flexed her sloppy pussy around my cock to punctuate the thought with a gentle squeeze – “and not get a taste of them pretty little titties? Uh-huh.”
The girl didn’t look shocked. She leaned in the doorframe in her thin tank-top, small tits and hard nipples perfectly outlined by it. Mom kept talking like she was selling me a car I was already sitting in.
“Show him, honey,” mom ordered. “Lift it up. See? Tight body on that little girl. In a couple years once she’s legal she’s gonna go down the Gold Club and do some dancin’ and earn us some real money.”
I was panicking. My brain was doing the math. Legal in a couple years. Based on what I was seeing, that tracked. My dick did none of that math. It stayed nice and fat inside her mother as the daughter walked around to the front of the couch. I disengaged from the mom again – this time she didn’t stop me – and sat myself upright, my cock wet with the mother’s juices and still hard and waving at the teen standing in front of it.
“You think he wants a lap dance, honey?,” said mom.
“Looks that way, mama,” said the girl, glancing at my dick as she removed the tank top, dropped her shorts, no panties underneath, and stepped forward out of them. I took her in, top to bottom. Tight, shaved, smooth everywhere. Everything her mom wasn’t. The girl straddled me with her knees and parked herself in my lap, facing me.
She ground into my hips with hers, her pretty cunt stroking up and down my shaft, her pert cute little tits and nipples inches from my mouth. She looked straight into my eyes and smiled sweetly. Off to the side, her mom squeezed my thigh and said, “Go on, darlin, get you a taste. You know you want to.”
I wanted to.
Reaching around the girl’s torso, I felt the young smooth skin of her bare back against my hands, and leaned her toward me, opening my mouth to take in a beautiful firm little tit and nipple. The panic in my mind was quickly replaced by thoughts of how heavenly it was – exactly as incredible as I had been dreaming it would be for those last few awkward minutes. She continued to grind up and down my shaft with her young shaved slit as I switched from one tit to the other. “I wanna fuck him, mama,” the girl said, looking toward the woman whose pussy juices were now well-mixed with hers, coating my cock. My eyes went wide, and the daughter giggled. “He’s freakin’,” the daughter said.
“He is,” mom agreed. “He’s also hard as hell. Put it in her. Little titties, tight hole, and you already wet down there with both her and me. You gonna get her pregnant if you stay in. That’s how this works. You know it.”
I pushed in because my body had already betrayed the speech I wanted to give. My new lover’s cunt stretched nicely around the dick which was still wearing the juices of the woman who was raising her. My mind was screaming as exuberantly as my hips were thrusting.
Mom was right next to my ear, obscene. “That’s it, honey. That’s my juices up in my girl. Fuck that pretty little thing. Look at them little titties bounce. You gonna fill her up. You gonna put a nice baby up in there. You want that. Don’t lie.”
“I don’t – ” I tried to say, as the girl clenched, and I groaned.
“You do,” Mom says. “You love mama’s fat sloppy cunt and you love her tight shaved one and you’re gonna cum in her ‘cause that’s the whole point. Knock her up. Go on.”
The shame within me built quickly, but not half as quickly as the fire in my cock – and between the amazing young body bouncing on it and her mama’s obscene chants of encouragement, I exploded in a full-body spasm that lifted my hips a foot off of the couch as I screamed in both ecstasy and panic at the same time. I kept pulsing. I couldn’t stop. The girl moaned and said she hoped it stayed. Mom leaned over and kissed her forehead like this was always the plan.
When I finally pulled out it leaked onto their couch, thick, obvious. I sat there with my wet dick cooling and my hands shaking, staring at two women – well, a woman and a girl, really – neither of which I liked, respected, nor planned to introduce to anyone I know.
Mom patted my thigh. “See? Foregone conclusion, honey. You was never gonna say no once you saw them little titties.”
She was right, and that was the part that followed me on the drive home. I enjoyed the sloppy hairy older cunt. I panicked when the daughter walked in. I still put a cock wet with her mother into her and tried to get her pregnant because they talked like it was already true.
When I swiped right on this match, I knew there was no chance it would never lead to a second divorce. But now I was praying it didn’t end in child support payments.
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