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My life with a young mother and her daughter began one rainy day.
After my divorce, I found myself on my own in my mid 40s, self employed, living with a cat in an inner city neighborhood just ready for but not quite at the point where the young middle class move in with bistros and coffee bars and the properties triple in value. My house was a modest bungalow built after WW II on a short block with four others and a few empty lots where time had taken its toll on the structures. To the west of my house was one of these lots then three small houses occupied by a large Hispanic family in one, an elderly black widow in the next and a couple with loud motorcycles in the last. To the east was a bungalow identical to mine with a young single mom and her daughter and a vacant corner lot.
I had gotten to know most of the neighbors only casually as much of my days was spent over a computer remotely managing my business which on its website seemed like a corporation but was in reality just me taking orders and sending them off to another company who shipped out the goods and sent me a percentage of each sale. This particular afternoon, I had finished a long session on the computer and the set off to the liquor store for some exotic beer and the discount store for a few other items needed around the house. While shopping, I heard the sound of the sky opening up and dropping a heavy spring shower. I wished I had parked closer to the doors. As I left the store to stand in the small shelter of the doorway, I saw my neighbors to the east, Gina and her daughter Annie, both loaded down with bags of this and that from inside.
“Bracing for the dash for your car, Gina?” I asked as she looked over and noticed me.
“Worse, “she said, a frown across her face, “The car isn’t running. We took the bus. ”
“Make a run for that red Audi. ” I barked, taking off in the deluge for my car across the lot. We all laughed as we jumped in and slammed the doors.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I found myself staring at Gina, her soaked clothes outlining every curve of her body.
“Get out of those wet clothes before you catch cold. ” Gina said, “You can leave them by the washer. ”
Annie stepped across to the laundry nook and to my amazement, stripped off her top and shorts and stood totally naked not 8 feet from me, definitely seeing how this had gotten my attention. Gina broke the moment’s silence. “Now go get dry clothes on, young lady. ” I turned to Gina, a bit flushed. “Not at all shy, is she?”“Don’t know where she gets it. ” As Gina spoke, she stripped off her shirt and shorts and bra, standing, wet clothes in hand in just a thong. She set the clothes on the washer and slid off the thong, turning to me now completely naked. Her uncovered body showed how well the few extra pounds were placed. She was short and her round breasts stood high on her chest, her wide hips begged to be handles to pull her closer.
“Are you gonna stand there admiring me or can I dry your wet clothes too?” she finally said. “I guess you’re breathtaking. ” I said as I began to unbutton my shirt. She stepped up to me and undid my belt and shorts before I had finished. She slid the shorts and my boxers off as I dropped my shirt, leaving my cock at attention in the small space between us. “This looks happy to see me. ” She said, reaching out and taking my shaft in her hand. I could feel it throbbing in her gentle grip. I leaned in and cupped her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, my tongue pushing her lips apart and seeking her tongue.
“I haven’t felt a man in so long. I need you in me. ”
Without hesitation, I pushed my cock where she guided it and in one thrust my 7 ½ inches was buried inside her. I stroked slowly back and forth and her hips rocked to meet each stroke. Her pussy was much tighter than I ever remembered my ex’s being and gripped my meat tightly as it moved inside her. My thrusts became faster and harder and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She threw her head back, eyes shut tightly, as I felt her hot pussy contracting around my cock and tremors radiating through her body.
“Oh Daddy … fuck me daddy. ”
Hearing a girl half my age call me daddy was too much. My cock was harder than ever before as I rammed deep inside her like a pile driver. When I felt her reach another orgasm, I reached my peak and my cock flooded her with blast after blast of my hot semen. “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Daddy… yes, yes, fill your little princess!”
She hugged me tightly to her as our bodies came slowly down from the peak and my still semi-hard cock slipped from her oozing hole.
“I was always a daddy’s girl. He had my cherry when I was 12. I had Annie when I was 18 I said it was a boy from school but Daddy and I knew better. Even after I moved out and had this boyfriend or that, we always found ways to get together. ”
“Where is he now? And what about your mom?”
“They were in a wreck a few years ago. It has taken a long time for Annie and I to accept it.
This revelation surprised me a bit but my mind went to the vision of Annie standing naked by the washer and my cock stirred again.
“It looks like daddy’s friend is still happy. ” Gina said, pushing off the table and dropping to her knees in front of me. Before I knew it, her tongue was exploring the length of my hardening cock and circling the swollen head. Her full lips engulfed it as she took its length in her mouth and her head began to bob up and down, filling my senses with electric sensations. I was overwhelmed and could only stand while her expert tongue and lips brought me a million electric feelings racing through my member. My eyes closed tightly as Gina coaxed a sudden explosion of cum from my cock to fill her throat. I almost fell over as the blood drained from my head and into my throbbing, spurting manhood. Through half closed eyes, I just saw Annie in the next room, a big smile on her face as she watched.
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