My name is Stella and I’m 46 years old. Two months ago my daughter had an accident while on her way back from work. Brody her husband called me in tears to deliver the news.
At first I thought she didn’t make it with the way he kept crying and saying only a few words. I had her as a teenager so we grew up together basically. She was my world.
The thought of losing her alone had my BP in the clouds for days especially since we were states apart. I live in L.A where I own and manage a spa while Cleo (my daughter), Brody and my two beautiful grandbabies live in Wisconsin. Luckily she got to the hospital on time so they were able to save her, though they had to amputate her left leg the minute she got there.
Brody was having a hard time coping. Between trips to the hospital and looking after the kids he was struggling physically and mentally even with the help of a nanny. Which is why I had to put my best friend and assistant in charge of the spa and come stay with the kids, pending when Cleo would be discharged from the hospital.
Two weeks later we’d developed a pattern that worked for us. The girls were also really helpful and cooperative so things were getting bearable. Brody took time off work so he could take care of her at the hospital while I mostly stayed home with the kids; Tiffany (six) and Carissa (four)..
I’d always been an early riser so waking up to fix breakfast and get the girls ready for school was not a problem. I would get them to school then spend the time before lunch either cleaning or grocery shopping or doing some other chore.
Then I’d prepare lunch and pack it up for Brody. He used to tell me not to bother at first but we all know horrible hospital food is. So every afternoon I’d take him lunch, then pick the girls up and head home.
Another week passed and Cleo was making steady progress, things were stable. So Saturday night after putting the girls to sleep I took out my vibrator; wait before you say anything I always get stressed out easily and playing with it helps me calm down so it makes sense that I packed it while rushing to get to my daughter👀 and the girls always slept heavily so it was really alright.
Anyways I’d just got out of the shower, was laying on the bed in my night robe begging for sleep to come take me away. But, no matter how many times I prayed I still couldn’t sleep. So I got up searched through my bag for the dildo/vibrator (cause I didn’t unpack it). It was eight inches long and thick (just how I like it). I turned it on low vibration and sucked on it to get it wet then I pulled open my robe, spread my legs and put it in my pussy slowly.
It’d been almost a month since I last used it so I really felt it going in.
“Fuck” I bit my li as I felt it light up my channel. It felt so good I could already feel myself relaxing. I increased the level of vibration, pulled it out slowly and rammed it back inside my hole with all the force I could muster..
“Fuck!!!” I shut my legs and grabbed the bedsheet. At this point I was shaking in time with the dildo. I slowly got on all fours, took off the night robe and reached behind me for dildo. I pulled it out and started fucking myself in earnest. It felt so good, really good, probably because it had been a while since my last rodeo.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck” I started chanting, I could
feel my orgasm building up and it was making me mad. My knees were quivering, my hands were shaking but I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop at that moment. Just then I heard the door open and turned my head towards it. Brody was there, standing in the doorway eyes wide with surprise. I knew I should have stopped then but I couldn’t, I was at the point of no return so I just kept going faster and faster and faster
“fuck me yes! Just like that, like that like that oh god I’m gonna cum.” The dildo kept flying in and out of my now very wet pussy making lewd noises.
“I’m cumming, fuck fuck fuck fuck fucckkkkk!!”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came like it was the end of world, squirting all over the bed. It took about three minutes for me to catch my breath. I looked up and he
was gone. I quickly got up on unsteady legs, put my robe back on and ran out in time to see him speed off.
Suffice to say lunch the next day was beyond awkward. He started ignoring me like a plague, wouldn’t look me in the eye or talk to me. It got so bad even Cleo noticed that something was up and the last thing I wanted was my baby girl worrying about us getting along.
Few days later he came to get a few of his stuff. He came after I’d dropped the girls off at school so it was just us. He said hello and went about his business. I sat in the living room with a book I’d ordered online about pressure points and a cup of coffee.
About fifteen minutes later he walked into the living room with a bottle of beer in his hands. I looked up from my book.
“Isn’t it a little too early for that?” I tried breaking
the ice, again.
“uh I’ll just have this one bottle only so it’s ok” well colour me surprised, he actually responded.
“Rough night?” the second that came out of my mouth I wished I hadn’t said anything cause the silence that followed was deafening. I knew we were both thinking about the same thing.
“Look about the other night…..”
“I’m sorry” he cut me off.
His face was red so I thought he felt uncomfortable about the subject and probably just wanted to get it over with.
“No I should be the one apologising Brody that was very irresponsible of me, one of the girls could have had a nightmare and come to see me it would’ve……..” I shuddered .
We were both silent for a while.
“I’m sorry Stella, I know how stressful the past few weeks have been. I understand that you needed a bit of time for yourself I’ve just been….’ he sighed and looked at me.
I sat quietly waiting for him to finish.
“I just felt really ashamed ok? I invaded your privacy and what’s worse is I didn’t even shut it back immediately I just stood there like a fucking pervert” he was holding onto the bottleneck tightly. I could see that he’d been tormenting himself.
“Brody it’s ok. You didn’t intend for that to happen
you were probably too shocked to moved….” I stopped when he laughed. The kind of laughter that’s self-deprecating.
“Apparently not too shocked to get a boner”
I was too stunned to even blink. Did he mean…. what he got turned on?
“Look Stella that night was messed up and I’m really sorry about it, it was my fault and I know it was very embarrassing for you so let’s just forget about it okay? Please”
He looked at me hopefully like my answer held the key to everything….. and I guess it did. So I nodded.
“Yeah sure, let’s do that”
He exhaled loudly thanked me and left me there.
Brody was a fine man. 5”11 feet of pure muscle (he worked in construction so that was not really a surprise). I remember teasing Cleo for having good eyes the first time she brought him home.
Up until before that conversation I’d only ever thought of him as ‘my daughter’s fine man’ but after that I started noticing a lot of things I didn’t before. It was distracting and frustrating to say the least. To make matters even worse my libido was acting up. Like I was constantly getting horny so I found myself using my dildo frequently.
Every night after taking a shower I’d lie down in bed and fuck myself crazy. I never locked the door, my excuse was that Brody had stopped showing up at night but in reality I wished for a repeat of that night. In my fantasies he doesn’t just stand there, he walks in and does unthinkable things to me….things that have me cumming hard and feeling guilty as shit afterwards.
One weekend Brody’s sister Penny took the girls to her place so it was just me in the house. I had just finished dumping a load in the washing machine and the vibrations of the machine had me thinking of my vibrator which made me extremely horny so I went into my room for a ‘quickie’
I was really into it and was furiously chasing an orgasm when the door opened. I was lying on my side with knees pressed to my chest, my left hand squeezing my pillow. I slowed down when I saw him. Slowly pushing the dildo in and out.
He stood in the doorway, eyes fixed on the vibrator going in and out and in again. I don’t know what got into me but I turned to face him. Then I spread my legs wide open showing him the dildo buried deep in my snatch. Slowly I raised my legs and folded them behind my head. Now both my holes were staring back at him .
I bit my lip and reached for the dildo again, as soon as I grabbed the base he slapped my hand away. I didn’t even hear him move. He dragged me to edge of the bed, ripped out the dildo and replaced it with his tongue.
“Mmmm” he groaned and held my legs in place.
“fuck ohhhhn” I could feel his tongue everywhere. My clit, my ass, deep inside my pussy,every-fucking-where and it was driving me insane.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum Brody, I’m gonna cum fuckk I’m cumming!!!!”.
He drank every single drop of it.I shook violently for about a minute before I calmed down. I unwrapped my legs let them fall on both sides of him. He had his head buried on the edge of the bed. Then I thought fuck what did I just do?
So I tried to get up and go anywhere, I didn’t want to see the guilt in eyes mine was enough for me. I tried pulling myself back up the bed so I’d use the other side to avoid touching him. The minute I moved a little he raised his head.
“is that what you wanted?” his eyes were bloodshot
“Is that what you wanted you fucking bitch?!” I was shocked. I’d never heard him curse much less seen him angry.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I said with tears in my eyes.
“Sorry? Ha you’re not sorry yet…..but you will be”
He grabbed both my legs and flipped me over. Then tore off the top I was wearing and used it to tie my hands behind my head in such a way that my eyes were tied too.
Then he made me get on my knees. I only heard the sound of a zipper being undone. Next thing I know he’s plunging into me with so much force it rattled my teeth.
“Oh my god!!” I screamed. He was huge maybe a 8 and a half and fuck…. the girth. Definitely bigger than my dildo and buried to the hilt in my pussy hole.
He withdrew and slammed back inside me. We both groaned. He kept doing that…. slowly pulling out and ramming his fat dick back into my pussy. Once I got accustomed to him I wanted more. Faster, harder …..just more. But he had other plans in mind.
The frustration was killing me.
“please….please Brody please”. Just then he slammed into me again.
“Please what?” Slam again.
“huh Stella… please what?” another slam.
“Fuck!!! Just fuck me please fuck me” I tried using
my waist to speed him up but he wasn’t having it. I got a slap for my trouble.
“Oh but I’m already fucking you Stella” Slam.
“Please faster, faster you need to go faster please” at that point I could’ve done anything he wanted. I just need to get fucked fast and hard. Boy did I get my wish.
He grabbed a pillow and put it under me then he took my waist with both hands and started driving in and out of me like a fucking machine.
My mind was all over the place I couldn’t focus on anything else just the hot rod drilling my pussy hole. And when he hit that spot I lost it.
“Fuckkkk Brody that’s it right there…… right there right there yesss!”
He kept going at like an enraged bull, wet slapping sounds filled the room and it made me wild.
“Fuck yes!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna…” the orgasm hit me like a freight train. I came on his dick, hard.
“Fucckkkkk!!!!”
Brody didn’t stop. He flipped me over and continued pounding me with his massive cock.
“Fuck!!” he groaned and squeezed my hips tighter.
I hadn’t stopped coming so when the first shot of his hot seed entered me it reinforced my orgasm. I lost it completely. I was screaming wildly and cumming like I’d die.
It was so intense I think I passed out for a while
cause when I woke up it was just me in the room
still on my knees with his cum dripping down onto the bed from my engorged pussy.
“Fuck” I sighed.
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