Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  Becca felt horrible.

  Tracey was making her way up the stairs and Becca bit her lip desperately, thinking about how she could get out of the house.

  Her bedroom door opened suddenly and Becca froze.

  “Mom,” she uttered, as Tracey glared at her. She threw the panties she had accidentally left in Trevor’s car early that day at her.

  “My own fucking daughter,” Tracey growled, turning to Trevor as she said it.

  She closed the bedroom door again and Becca instantly felt trapped. She knew she could leave if she wanted but she felt compelled to stay with her mother.

  But she couldn’t imagine what she could say to make the situation any better.

  She went to the door, listening to the exchange that happened beyond it. The voices were muffled but her mother’s was the clearer of the two.

  “…twenty fucking years old…” was clear and repeated more than a few times.

  “…too young…ruined her…” Her mother was clearly pacing. The words grew louder and quieter as she spoke. Becca wondered what Trevor was doing. What could he do?

  “…never cared about me?” Becca pressed her ear to the door.

  “Is this what love is to you?” Tracey said, tears were audible in her voice.

  Becca’s heart squeezed in her chest. She felt terrible for being a part of something that hurt her mother so much, but what happened with Trevor was inevitable. They were drawn to each other in a way she couldn’t explain.

  “I do love you…” She heard Trevor’s voice say and her heart tightened even more. She strained her ears, listening as carefully as she could but his voice was too quiet, too calm to hear.

  “Inexplicable? Maybe the fact that she’s twenty and beautiful…”

  Becca heard her ringtone and went to her bed to pick up her cellphone. Tanya was calling her back.

  “Please, God, come and pick me up,” Becca blurted out as she put the phone to her ear.

  “…uh. Okay?” Tanya replied.

  “I’ll explain when you get here. Everything got very… complicated.”

  Tanya snorted and said she’d be there right away.

  Becca hung up the phone, grabbing her bag and heading toward the door. Her mother was still yelling but the voices faded a little. She hoped they had gone into the bedroom.

  She opened the door, peeking through. She saw Tracey pacing in her room while Trevor sat on the bed.

  She slipped through the door, going out into the hallway slowly. She caught Trevor’s eye for a second before he looked back at Tracey. Becca went down the stairs quickly, reaching for the door.

  She glanced up the stairs, tears filling her eyes. She would call them both a little later, once they had gone their separate ways. She wondered where Trevor would go, knowing he had moved from the next city about a hundred miles away to be with Tracey.

  She wondered if her mother would ever forgive her.

  She heard Tracey pace out of her room and left the house quickly, afraid to talk to her mother.

  Chapter Four

  Five weeks later, Becca was back in her dorm at her art college.

  The night her mother found out about Trevor’s affair, she stayed at her friend, Tanya’s, apartment. She felt a little inconsiderate to her friend as she consistently checked her cellphone for messages from Trevor. Eventually, Tanya burst out, “Would you just call him already?”

  So Becca did.

  It was getting close to midnight and she couldn’t imagine that they were still fighting. Her mother would have gotten tired of him and kicked him out, which is exactly what Trevor confirmed when he answered.

  He told her that he was going to stay with his brother, close to where he lived before he married Tracey. He said that he wanted her to come with him but she needed to stay and talk to her mother in person. Becca agreed. The conversation was a little awkward and she didn’t know how to end it. They hung up, not knowing what would happen next with them.

  The next day had been tense. Becca had gone home reluctantly, not knowing what to expect. Even though it was a Saturday, she didn’t think her mom would be home. Especially when things got rough, Tracey’s career as a lawyer had always taken priority.

  But she was home.

  They had rigid conversation at the table in the kitchen and Becca breathed a sigh of relief when it was over.

  “What did he do to you?” was the first pointed question out of Tracey’s mouth, leading Becca’s mouth to gape open.

  “What!?”

  “How the hell did this happen, Rebecca?”

  Becca shook her head and shrugged, she didn’t know how it happened, it just did.

  “I can’t explain it…” Becca started but her mother interrupted her.

  “You sound just like Trevor,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

  Becca smiled inside at the thought of her and Trevor’s connection but didn’t dare let it spread across her face. She had been a terrible daughter and wanted to make everything okay with her mom.

  “I’m so sorry.” She kept her hands in her lap, looking anxiously at Tracey.

  That was the end of the conversation. When Becca had gone to leave, Tracey told her to stay, she had weeks until the summer was over.

  Eventually, Tracey had asked Becca to promise her that she wouldn’t see Trevor again. She owed her that, Tracey had said.

  Becca promised.

  Now, back at college, she was glad to away from Tracey. The last five weeks had been more than tense. Despite the awkward situation, she had actually continued to spend more time at home with Becca. She didn’t love it at first, but after the tension faded a bit, Becca enjoyed spending time with her.

  Becca sat in her bed with her phone up to her ear. The new relationship she had with her mother apparently involved weekly phone calls. She rolled her eyes at what her mother said but she was happy to hear from her.

  There was a knock at the door of her dorm and she sat up in her bed.

  “Sorry, Mom. I have to go, Tanya is here,” she said, hanging up after Tracey said goodbye.

  The door swung open and Trevor came in the room, locking the door behind him. The college was small enough that Becca could have her own private room without having to share with a dorm mate.

  He crawled onto the bed, taking his shirt off immediately.

  “I missed you,” he said to her, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close.

  She kissed him, opening her mouth to let her his tongue wrap around hers hungrily. His body pressed against hers, his cock hard beneath his jeans. She pushed her hips against him, starting to grind on him.

  He ran a hand down to her waist, pulling her pants to her ankles. She kicked them off playfully, spreading her legs apart. He pushed his cock against her as she ran her hands down his chest, feeling his muscles.

  Her nipples were hard from the arousal. She sat up to take her shirt off, revealing her bare boobs. He put his face to her chest, kissing her tits and sucking on her nipples, slowly, moving from one to the other.

  She threw her head back, moaning softly. She knew she had to be quiet or the other people on her floor would complain. Her hands were in her hair, raking it back as her pussy tingled at the feel of his hands on her.

  Putting his lips back on her, he caressed her, smoothing his hands all over her nearly naked body. When he got to her waist, he slipped her thong off, throwing it off of the bed.

  He lowered himself between her legs and she smiled in anticipation, biting her lip gently. Her body filled with a delicious sensation as his tongue touched the tip of her clit. He started to lap at her pussy with his tongue, his movements becoming more intense quickly.

  His cock perked up, growing even harder from watching her in ecstasy. He missed the way she tasted. He hadn’t been with her in a few days and could barely control himself from sliding his dick into her right then.

  She tried not to push her pussy into his face but as he licked her clit, her hips wound around, begging for more. H
e put his hands on her, holding her down, circling his tongue faster.

  Her hands went to her tits, feeling her nipples in her fingers. He brought a hand to her pussy, sliding a finger into her as his tongue worked at her clit. He pulsed into her, glancing up to see her writhing with pleasure.

  Chapter Five

  His mouth was wet with her come and he wiped it with his hand as he got up. He slipped the head of his cock into her tight, wet pussy as he got on top of her. He teased her with the tip of his dick, slipping in slowly and thrusting into her shallowly.

  Her legs wrapped around his back, begging him for more, she lifted her hips and he slipped in her tight pussy another inch. Her soft, wet flesh felt amazing around him.

  She kissed him hard, trying to control her moaning as he slid half his cock into her. Her legs pushed his ass down, forcing him deeper into her cunt. Her mouth gaped open at the sensation and her hands ran up to his hair.

  Her hands moved back down and gripped his back as he started thrusting into her slowly. He watched her expression, feeling his cock throb as her eyes squeezed together with the intensity. Her lips parted as she took in a deep breath, her hard nipples pressing into his chest as her tits rose.

  He fucked her faster and harder, closing his eyes with their building orgasm. He could feel her pleasure growing as her pussy swelled around his cock.

  His eyes opened, feeling Becca’s hand on his cock. She pulled him out of her, dripping with her wetness and got onto all fours. She bent over a little, watching his face as his hands grabbed her ass eagerly.

  He spread her apart, slipping his dick into her pussy, a hand sliding down her back. The view of her cunt from behind drove him wild and he thrust into her faster.

  She spread her legs a little further and bent down a little farther, sticking her hips higher in the air. He raised a hand to spank her, bringing it down on her ass firmly, receiving a loud moan from Becca.

  She forgot about being quiet and let her moans grow louder and louder as he fucked her. Hearing her voice made his cock quiver and he struggled to control himself. She pushed her hips back hard, slamming her body back on his dick. He plowed into her harder and faster, feeling her pussy start to quiver, too.

  Her moaning quieted as he pulled half way out of her. Come squirted from her pussy and he thrust back into her, pulling out again slowly. She squirted again, making Trevor moan himself as he watched his cock drip with her pleasure.

  He plunged back into her, thrusting into her a steady pace. Her moaning started again loudly and there was a thumping on the walls.

  He reached a hand around to rub her clit as he fucked her, and she tried to muffle her moans with a pillow. He slowed his movements, closing his eyes as he felt his orgasm explode through his body.

  He gave a few more thrusts before he stopped altogether. He took his hand away from her clit slowly, sliding it around a little more as she sighed with the satisfaction.

  He spanked her again, more gently this time, and she giggled. They fell to the bed together and he pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms.

  “I really did miss you,” he whispered into her ear, kissing it softly. He ran his tongue from the top of her ear to the lobe, feeling her shiver with the sensation.

  She relaxed against him, leaning her head against his chin. He kissed her hair, moving down to her lips.

  “I know you did,” she said, smiling at him.

  They rolled around on the bed together, kissing and touching. She giggled at him as he wrestled with her, giving her pecks on the lips. He felt like he was twenty again when he was with her, careless and free to whimsy, but so content.

  “I love you, Becca,” he said to her softly.

  She grinned, looking at him through her eyelashes.

  “I know,” she returned, kissing him again, deeply and slowly. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his. She had never felt so much like herself before. She felt more like a woman than she ever had and it was liberating.

  “I love you, too,” she said with a smile, knowing how much they both meant it.

  The End of the Story

  Thank you so much for reading…

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  Book 26: Naughty Stepdaughter

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  Johnathan wiped down the long mahogany bar while Melissa sipped on a long island iced tea.

  “Are you ready to give all this up?” She asked.

  Johnathan looked around the empty bar, laughed, and then rested his eyes on his fiancé.

  “Yes,” He said.

  She was a beautiful woman, not a girl like he was used to. He knew that at 36, it was time to settle down. Dating those 20’something girls was fun, but after a few nights in the sack, there was little to talk about.

  Melissa was different. She was 38, a grown woman. A nurse at the local hospital, and recently divorced, the only downside to marrying her was an 18-year-old daughter who lived at home…and hated him.

  Their relationship was amazing. They went to concerts, and she actually knew who the band was and could sing along with the crowd. They never ran out of things to talk about, and she was beautiful. There was nothing about her personality, her face or her body that said she was pushing 40.

  “My dad’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” She said.

  “I’m looking forward to it.” Johnathan said.

  He smiled, reached across the bar and held her hand. A part of his was looking forward to working with her father at the construction company he owed, the money was going to be great, and no more working weekends or nights. But, that other part of him, the part that loved the attention from the young girls, that part hated to leave the bar scene.

  Johnathan was a good looking man. His blue eyes were said to be his best feature, but his muscular build and charm was what got him laid most nights. The young girls couldn’t resist touching his arms, rubbing his muscles, and in exchange for their flirts, he always bought them drinks. It was a game, one where he wasn’t really sure who was playing who, but the end result was always a young girl giving up some part of her innocence to him. So, in his eyes, he won.

  “I’m taking off.” Melissa said.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” She asked.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He said.

  His smile was sincere and warm. As he walked around the bar, he took her jacket from the back of her seat and helped her put it on. Melissa loved how attentive he was, and even with his reputation, she loved him.

  Johnathan walked her out of the bar. At the car, he opened her door, waited for her to get tucked inside, and then leaned in for a kiss.

  He watched as she drove off, feeling nothing but love and admiration for her. But, telling the daughter who had made it clear she wasn’t a fan of his that they were going through with the marriage, that made him feel sick.

  “I can’t believe you’re really doing it…” Jasper said.

  Jasper was an older bartender. He was balding, so he shaved his head, and for whatever reason, the women seemed to love it. The more they drank, the more they wanted to rub his smooth scalp, and he ate up every second of the attention.

  “Yeah, it’s really happening.” Johnathan said.

  “So, does that mean I get all your little girls?” Jasper asked.

  “Quit calling them little girls, they are over 21…” Johnathon protested.

  Jasper smiled, showing his yellow-stained teeth
. The front one was missing from a fight that happened over a month ago. Johnathan never understood why he didn’t fix that.

  The other bartenders loved to tease Johnathon about his fetish for young girls. Even the younger bartenders they recently hired noticed his appetite for the girls under 26. They were all in shock when he announced his engagement to Melissa, until she came in one day with her daughter Jessica to drop off cake samples.

  Jessica was hot, Johnathan couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t looking at her in that way. He knew the guys at the bar didn’t believe him, but he swore she had nothing to do with his attraction for Melissa; he hadn’t even met the girl before he popped the question.

  The younger bartenders tried talking to her when she came in, and Johnathan found a respect for her in how she handled them. Her long brown hair slid to her ass cheeks, her big green eyes were wide and bright, she looked sweet, but she was anything but.

  She shot each of the bartenders down, one by one. Her delivery method was brutal, honest and somewhat offensive, but Johnathan loved it, mainly because he wasn’t her target.

  Melissa had confided in Johnathan about her strained relationship with her daughter. She called her ‘impossible’, ‘stubborn’, and ‘wild.’

  He had not gotten the chance to witness too much interaction between the young girl and her mother, but from what he was told by Melissa, he expected their announcement was going to cause some backlash, for both of them.

  “Eight o’clock.” Jasper said as he passed by me.

  I turned my head to look over my shoulders in that direction. Shay was sitting at the end of the bar. Her short blonde hair was teased up into a Mohawk, and her tattooed arms displayed through her tight tank top.

  When she seen Johnathan she winked, and then gave him a warm smile.

  This was a girl with serious daddy issues, and she was an easy target for Johnathan. When she came in alone that first night, she drank way too much, and he ended up taking her home. He was a perfect gentleman, putting her in her bed, and then locking the door behind him without even touching her. The girl had begged for him to stay, and he really wanted to, but she was so drunk it took her an hour to tell him where she lived.