Like Daughter, Like Mother

“How could he?” Olivia mused to no one in particular.

“He’s a fool, that’s for sure,” Gavin said, rubbing her shoulder. “You two seemed to have the perfect marriage.”

“I thought so too, but I can’t deny what’s right in front of my eyes. I always knew that she was after him, but I never thought he…” She shoved the picture across the table as she turned the blame inwards. “I drove him to this. I spent too much time at work. Any parties we went to, I was always networking. I-”

“Nonsense, you don’t have to apologize for being successful. The only one to blame here is the idiot who overlooked you for someone younger and hotter. That girl has no respect for herself. I can only imagine the kinds of things she’s letting him do to her,” he said, thinking of all the sordid things he planned to make Olivia do for him. “But only an idiot would choose that over your maturity, your self-respect, your…beauty.”

She turned to stare at him with wide eyes. Alarm bells should have been ringing in her head, but the **** had set them all to silent. Instead, she felt her cheeks warm, blushing. He was being kind, she told herself, there was no way a boy of his age would consider her beautiful. Richard had a distinguished look of someone who had aged gracefully, but Olivia had crow’s feet and stretch marks, nice looking but no match for the girl’s Gavin’s age, as her husband had proven. And yet, despite her cynicism, the words still made her feel better about herself.

“I…I’m sorry, that was out of line, I just…” He stepped back from her, taking his arm away and creating some distance. “I know it’s inappropriate, but I enjoyed spending time with you tonight. I started to think that you deserved better. You deserved someone who could be here for you. Someone who wants to be here.”

“And…and that’s you?” she breathed, barely recognizing her own voice. “You want to be with me?”

“Not that I’m asking you to leave your husband or to marry me, but these last few hours, just talking to you, I’ve just realized what an amazing woman you are.” He bowed his head and glanced up at her, ashamed. “And sooo sexy.”

Before she knew what she was doing, she was on her feet and kissing him. Some part of her knew that it was wrong, that it was incredibly shallow to be kissing another man just because he said a few words to make her feel good about herself, but right now that was exactly what she needed. She wanted to feel close to somebody, to feel desirable, acknowledged. If Richard could look outside their marriage for what he wanted, then so could she, and if he could try out a younger model, then the same applied for her.

Gavin’s passion surprised her. His timid, bashfulness evaporated when she kissed him, no doubt encouraged by her willingness, as he reached up with both hands and ripped her blouse apart, buttons flying everywhere. Pulling his lips from hers, he viciously attacked her chest, slobbering and sucking just above her breast while his arms reached behind her and deftly unclipped her bra. He’d definitely done that before, she was sure, shocked by how much more sexually domineering Gavin was than he first appeared.

Rather than let her think too much, he kissed her again, tongue first. Reaching up, he pulled what was left of her blouse and her bra from her upper body, then moved his hands down to grope her ass through her tight pencil skirt. She moaned into his mouth, having never felt such animalistic pawing upon her body in her entire life. Not even Richard at his most lustful had been this lascivious. Was this just what young men were like nowadays, or was this her effect on the twenty-something year old? A smile crossed her lips imagining it was the latter as Gavin broke the kiss again to suck at her chest.

Below, he yanked her skirt upwards, gathering it around her waist, baring her nylon pantyhose beneath. Much like the blouse, he took the material in both hands and pulled, ripping a hole right around her ass. The sudden coolness of the air on her bare cheeks shocked her, but the ripping sound and the action it belied sent an aroused shiver up her spine. It made her feel so damn hot, that he couldn’t simply wait to take her clothes off, she had to tear and rip to get to her body.

With a strong grip on her waist, he lifted her onto the conference table. Olivia wasn’t fat, no where close, but she wasn’t as light as some of the twenty-something year olds running about, yet Gavin hoisted her onto the table with ease. Another shiver ran through her body when her bared ass came into contact with the cold wood. But he didn’t stop for a second, already reaching down to rip open the front of her pantyhose as well, until the circle was widened to her thighs and her steaming, swollen mound encased in a thin layer of panty was unveiled to his eyes.

“G-Gavin, what are you…” She looked down her body to where he was lowering his head, noticing for the first time the love bites he’d left along her chest. She didn’t even know why she was calling out to him, not even sure if she really wanted him to stop, but it was all just moving much faster than she was expecting.

“Oooooh, Gavin,” she called again, this time closing her eyes, throwing back her head and melting into the pleasure of his tongue against her slit. He simply tugged her panties to the side and pushed his tongue between her labia, lapping at the juices that freely flowed from her inner core. There was no denying how wet she was, even if there was something off that her **** addled mind couldn’t quite connect the dots to.

She was cheating on her husband, of course it should feel wrong, she told herself, but it also felt sooo good to have this young man licking at her pussy lips like a thirsty dog. She tried to remember the last time Richard ate her out, but all she could picture was Alexa, on her back, legs spread, her husband drinking her in. It wasn’t as though their sex life had been bad; they certainly had it more now than when Victoria was younger. The main obstacle was work, and the late nights that journalism demanded, yet, never had her husband made a move on her. Never had he simply thrown her onto the conference table and taken what he wanted, like Gavin had.

A fresh supply of her liquid leaked onto his tongue, making him smile against her lower lips. Women always seemed to think that cunnlingus put them in control, but Shawn enjoyed it because there was no way for a woman to lie with a tongue in their cunt. They could protest and cry as much as they wanted, but a wet pussy always told the truth, and right now it was telling him that Olivia was a slut, just like her daughter, just like all women. She enjoyed being eaten out on the table where she worked every day, enjoyed taking a tongue that wasn’t her husband’s, and soon would enjoy the experience of his young, hard cock filling her up.

But first he wanted her to orgasm, so he redoubled his efforts. Her pleasure was not the actual goal though, but her further corruption, to make her cum despite how wrong the situation was, despite her husband, to lose herself in her own selfish desires of feeling ‘good’. Moving his face upwards to press his tongue against her clit, he looked over her mound and saw the blonde MILF, head still thrown back, her own hands kneading her bare tits, watching her back arch as he flicked his tongue against that sensitive nub.

This was crazy, she thought. Her entire body pulsed and spasmed as pleasure coursed through her like 1000 volts. She felt hot, burning up as if she had a fever. When was the last time she had even orgasmed, she started to wonder, even by her own hand. Richard usually gave her one when they fucked, but it never felt like this. Was the **** lowering her inhibitions really making it feel that much better? Or was she really getting off on the fact that a man who wasn’t her husband was willingly and enthusiastically tonguing her clit? She never got her answer, pleasure swarming her brain and making her thoughts fade to static like an old TV.

Another bolt shot through her, this one more powerful than the last. She reached down and grabbed the edge of the conference table, **** to grab onto something and holding so tightly that he thought she might actually break it off. She was close. Swirling his tongue around her clit then pausing, he pressed his whole mouth to the nub and sucked, tugging at the entirety of the sensitive nerve endings. A loud moan rose from her throat. He pulled back, licked around her again, teasing her before suckling on her clit once more. Another groan, swearing as she felt herself on the brink of the best orgasm of her life. With the smuggest, shit eating smirk his face had ever adorned, he licked and sucked on her one more time, successfully driving her to climax. With a loud cry of ‘I’m cumming’, her pussy flooded his tongue with a torrent of her feminine cum.

While she was still shaking from her orgasm, Gavin rose from the floor and positioned himself between her legs. Leaning over her, he brought his lips to hers, forcing a kiss upon her mouth, making her taste how juicy and wet her cunt had left his face. She was so shocked by the kiss, too busy thinking about the slick feeling of his soaked chin rubbing against her face that she didn’t hear him unbuckle his trousers, slide down his underwear and pull out his large, thick young cock. And without warning or subtlety, he lined his member up to her hole and shoved it inside, in a single, hard thrust.

Thankfully she was wet enough that she could take almost all of his cock without too much pain or discomfort. But the suddenness of the action made her eyes go wide and she gasped into his mouth. He broke the kiss, grinning as he looked down between their bodies. Following his eyeline, she saw the reality of her feelings, their bodies joined, his dick half way buried inside her pussy, a cock that didn’t belong to her husband was inside her, stretching her out. Still riding the high of her climax, her walls continued to twitch and flex, now pressing tightly around the ridges of his cock and sending her into yet another orgasm.

He ravaged her. With a grip on her hips, he fucked her, slamming his cock into her with brutally hard and fast strokes. Was this what all young men were like nowadays, so **** and rough? Or was this her doing? Another bolt of pleasure zapped through her body at the mere idea that she was so hot that she’d driven this boy to such animalistic behavior, fucking her, not making love or anything so quint, but fucking her, fucking her so good, his cock hitting every sweet spot between her labia to her cervix.

And that cock. She wasn’t sure if it was the speed by which he entered her, but he felt big. Even as the thought entered her head, the words “sooo big” unconsciously rolled off her tongue. Richard was no slouch in that area, but she could tell by the quickness that he’d filled her up that this young man had at least a couple inches on her husband. And that girth. There was no comparison. With every thrust, he was reshaping her insides to accommodate his thick cock. The thought that she would be forever, irrevocably changed from being fucked both terrified and aroused her.

Over and over, he drove himself into her. The conference table shook along with their rutting, the sound of the legs scraping against the floor was the only other sound in the room besides her loud, relentless moaning. She howled like a woman possessed as Gavin sent her into orgasm after orgasm, like a dam had been burst and she was now drowning in pleasure. She expected him to have cum already, but the stamina of this young man amazed her. He just kept going and going, fucking her to newer highs of bliss.

That was part of the plan, to make herself enjoy it so much, she’d question everything she knew about sex and her marriage, corrupting her with her own, undeniable pleasure. But, he was also building towards something else, a grand finale, and he wasn’t gong to cum until he had her right where he wanted her.

“Have you ever wanted to do that?”

“D-do what?” she moaned, barely aware he’d even asked a question through the haze of lust.

“From the photos,” he said cryptically, pulling her hips against him as he slammed into her again.

It was an odd question, since there were many photos, and she wasn’t in any position to think straight. But they all depicted seemingly innocent events, such as laughing or hugging, things she’d obviously done with her husband. There was only one picture that he could be talking about, though maybe it was just because she was being fucked that her mind instantly went there.

“N-no, Ri-Richard never fucked me on that desk,” she stammered through her pleasure, slightly hating Gavin for reminding her of the ways her husband had betrayed her.

“Not those photos. The other ones, the ones your paper published,” he walked her down the thought process, still shoving his cock inside of her, and watching her body pulse in response. “The photos of your daughter.”

Olivia sucked in a breath. She wanted to push him off, but her body wouldn’t move. Pleasure had sapped her of all energy, her muscles too weak to do anything but lie there and take his cock, her delight dulling her outrage. How could he ask her a question like that at a time like this? How could he bring up her own daughter while fucking her? And those photos, her baby girl made to look like nothing but a common whore.

“N-no, no…” she whimpered, unsure if she was answering him or protesting.

“Would you like to try it? Aren’t you curious how it feels?” he pressed her, as he continued pressing his cock into her. “Doesn’t she look happy? She’s smiling in the pictures, right? You’re her mother, you know her better than anymore, would you say it’s a genuine smile of happiness?”

“Noooo, nooooo” she moaned unable to stop the pleasure his cock was flooding into her body, and trying, but failing, to resist the images now filling her mind.

She could see the photos in her head, remembering them against her will. Victoria had indeed been smiling. It was rare for her daughter to ever **** a smile, but Olivia had seen it, and though she hated to admit it, Gavin was right. The smile in those pictures was of a happy, content young girl with cum on her face. But that didn’t make it right, or good. Case in point, Gavin was fucking her to yet another orgasm, but it was wrong for her to cheat on her husband. Not that the wrongness of the situation was stopping her…

“Victoria wanted it. No, I posit that she loved it. I bet Alexa loves it too. She looks like the kind of girl who enjoys being on her knees, doesn’t she?” he played on her paranoia. “What do you think Richard is doing right now?”

Instantly, the vision of Alexa on her knees in front of Richard played in her mind, her husband jacking off until he came all over that pretty, young face, her bright, ruby lips stained white with his seed, smiling just like Victoria had smiled. God, she hated the very idea that there was anything that little slut could do that she couldn’t. Perhaps that was why Richard strayed, she just wasn't dirty enough for his lustful perversions.

“I…I…” she moaned, her resistance crumbling as lust took over.

But Shawn was done asking. He pulled out of her, denying her a final orgasm, and demanded, “get on your knees.”

Sliding off the tabletop, Olivia slumped to her knees in front of the young man. With his cock right in front of her face now, she could appreciate how truly thick and large it was, the thought that it was able to fit inside her taking her breath away. Stroking himself with one hand, he reached down and tilted her chin up with the other, making her look him square in the eyes as he prepared to cum on her face.

What am I doing?

The thought struck through the light-headedness and lust, but too late. Before her, Shawn’s slit expanded, and his seed spewed from his cockhead. As the warm, viscous liquid struck her face, she flinched but couldn’t find the will or power to move. She sat motionless, staring up into dark eyes as he marked her with his cum. The feeling itself wasn’t unpleasant, like applying a hot, rather sticky face mask. But the way that he had ordered her to her knees, how he now looked at her with a rather sadistic glee as he continued to paint her face, made her feel worthless again.

“Phew,” he breathed, shaking the last of his seed from his dick, adding them to her cum streaked face. “That was good. Tell the truth, you enjoyed taking it right on your face, didn’t you? Just like your daughter?”

“I…I…” she stammered, bowing her head, her mind swimming with thoughts of how degrading this was, and yet how the feeling of cum on her face didn’t feel too bad, though this man’s seed smelt strong, making her feel dizzy. She could even feel it dripping from her chin, splashing against her bared tits below. How slutty she must have looked.

CLICK

Her eyes snapped upwards again to see him with his phone out, the camera lens pointed directly at her. She thought of her daughter, her pictures all over the internet, her reputation in ruins, and she thought of her marriage. No one could ever see that photo. Richard could never see that photo.

“Gavin! Delete that now,” she ordered, but on her knees, face dripping with cum, she lacked any authority to stop him.

“It’s just a souvenir of our time together. So, I’ll never forget just how you look in this moment. After all, this might be our last,” He said, pocketing his phone before zipping himself up. “If this company can’t give me any work, I’m going to have to look for a new job.”

“Wait, no, you can’t-” she tried to clamber to her feet, but disheveled and dizzy, she found herself unable to rise quick enough to stop him from moving towards the door.

“I’ll call if I need anything else. Say goodbye to Richard for me.”

By the time she made it to the doorway, he was already at the end of the hall, boarding the elevator. She dropped to her knees again, spent. He’d fucked her, marked her and discarded her like a cheap whore. Worse than a whore in fact, because she didn’t even get paid. Richard had betrayed her, Gavin had used her, and now she was alone with only guilt and shame to comfort her. Broken, she wept.

That's it for another day. Since this story has been going on for a while, people probably, rightly, assume that the story must be nearing its end. For those curious how deep we are into the two week Spring Break and how much is still left to go, I've compiled this guide.

Day 1: 1-17

Day 2: 18-32

Day 3: 33-65 <My thread starts here>

Day 4: 66-98

Day 5: 99-133

Day 6: 134-168

Day 7: 169-203

Day 8: 204-244

Day 9: 245-271

Day 10:272-309

Day 11:

Day 12: <Heather's party is on this day>

Day 13:

Day 14:

Chapter lengths reflect the most direct path and do not take into the consideration side paths which may be longer. If you think you see any inaccuracies in this, be sure to let me know.

Additionally, I'll be busy with work until Thursday, so the next chapter, the first of Day 11, probably won't be posted until Friday.

Until then, thanks for reading.