Melissa was just setting the dining room table when she heard the front door open. Tonight was the night that her daughter Bridget was bringing home her new college boyfriend Chris for dinner. Bridget had just turned eighteen and was starting her first year at college; she was going to the school nearby, so she decided to stay living with her mom. Melissa went to the door to greet them.
They looked odd standing next to each other. There was just such a size difference. Bridget stood maybe 5'1" and weighed less than 100 lbs, with long thin blonde hair. She's a tiny little thing; her boobs were a B-cup on a good day. She must've gotten that trait from her father. Melissa's husband Jim was a thin man of average height. They could both eat whatever they wanted and not gain a pound.
Melissa herself was definitely more curvy than her daughter. She was 5'5" and had D-cups, and raven-black hair. Even though she was pushing forty years old, she prided her self on staying in shape and looking good.
Chris towered over both of them, but especially Bridget. He must've been at least 6'2" and 200 lbs., and his tight shirt showed off his bulging arms and defined chest. He had short dark hair and a strong jaw, and smiled easily.
"Mom, this is Chris," Bridget said.
Chris stuck out his hand, and Melissa couldn't help but notice how big it was as it enveloped her own during the handshake.
"Nice to meet you Chris."
"Nice to meet you-"
"Please, call me Melissa."
"Melissa" he said with a smile.
"Well, let's eat." She led them to the table and as she was serving them said, "Sorry my husband Jim couldn't be here to meet you. He's out of town on business for the next couple weeks."
They all sat down for dinner and make small talk as they ate. Chris was 22, and was on the swim team. He and Bridget had been dating for about two weeks. Melissa knew that 'dating' during college meant fucking. She herself had some wild times in late high school and college until she settled down with Jim. In fact, that was the one complaint she could have about her husband in their nineteen years of marriage. He never really satisfied her sexually. His dick was five inches and thin like he was, and he never lasted for more than a couple minutes. She felt a little spark of jealousy of what Chris was probably doing to her daughter. She had talked about sex with Bridget a long time ago and at least told her to be smart. Bridget had been on the pill for some time now.
After dinner she thanked them both and Bridget said she was going to stay the night at his place, so they left together and Melissa was left with thoughts of what they would be doing when they got there.
In bed that night, Melissa fell asleep thinking of the crazy times she had when she was just out of high school. The parties, the drinking, and the boys. Lots of boys, just like Chris. She slept with a smile on her face and her dreams were wonderful.
The following week, it was just after dark and Bridget and her mother were at home and scheduled to go see a movie together.
"Sorry Mom, I have a ton of homework. I don't think I can go see the movie with you and get it all done," Bridget said.
Melissa said she understood and that she would go by herself. It was one she really wanted to see. She gave her daughter a hug and kiss and told her she would be back in a couple hours.
"Bye mom. Have fun," Bridget waved to her from the doorway and Melissa backed out of the driveway and drove to the theater, which was about a ten minute drive.
When she got to the ticket window she had a problem: her wallet was missing. She frantically searched her purse until the realization struck her that she had taken her wallet out of her purse earlier that day to make a purchase online and forgot to put it back in. It was most likely just sitting on the computer desk at home. The next showing for her movie was in 25 minutes, so if she hurried home and back she could make it. She hustled back to her car and sped home.
As she arrived at her house, she noticed that Chris's black pickup truck was parked in front. Perhaps he was bringing her some dinner during her studying. She unlocked the front door and when she walked in she heard music playing from upstairs, along with other noises she couldn't quite make out. The sounds were definitely coming from Bridget's bedroom.
Melissa crept up the stairs, and as she did she could make out the sounds that were previously masked by the radio. Moaning sounds and the sound of flesh smacking. She slowly walked to her daughter's door and it was ajar just the slightest. She peeked inside and sight took her breath away.
Chris was on top of her fucking missionary style. The foot of the bed was facing her so she had a view of Chris's cock slamming into her daughter. And what a cock it was. Bridget's pussy looked stretched to the maximum around the thickness of it. Her legs were up in the air and her arms were around his back. Her nails dug into him as she held on for dear life. He was fucking her with long fast strokes, with loud slapping sounds as their pelvises connected. His large body dominated her tiny frame as he thrusted.