Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to those who have e-mailed me. Your feedback really means a lot.
"Mom?" Abby heard Becca call out as the front door opened and then slammed shut.
"In the bedroom." Abby called back.
"I met the greatest guy today at school." She excitedly informed her mom as she entered her room.
Becca was out of breath like she had just run all the way home from the university. Her face was flush and she had a look of total elation. "He is really nice and polite and he is soooooooooo gorgeous." Becca added, barely slowing down to catch her breath. "He is tall, has dark hair, his face is perfect and his body is........oh my gosh, words can't describe it."
"Slow down Rebecca." Abby said grabbing both her arms and holding her.
Abby and Becca had always been close, and Becca always confided in her mom about everything. They were more like best friends than mother and daughter, except when Abby found it necessary to assert her authority. Abby was the first person Becca told when she lost her virginity to Marcus at 16. Abby also had to console the poor girl for three months after he dumped her the very next week for someone else.
Abby didn't want her daughters to end up like she had been in her past. So she was open with them about everything, including sex. This she hoped would steer them in the right direction, and help them avoid the promiscuous pitfalls that she had endured. So far it had worked. Both Becca and Elisabeth (Lizzy) graduated high school with good grades. Lizzy was a year away from graduating from college with a BA in English, and Becca was a freshman at the same school, majoring in fashion design.
Abby sat her daughter down on the bed and calmed her down. She asked questions and the two of them discussed her new heartthrob. Abby always loved watching the girls when they described someone they had just met. The look of new love was wonderful to her. She remembered how it always made her feel and she enjoyed watching them experience it. They finished their conversation and Abby stood up to continue her chores. Becca was walking out of her bedroom when Abby remembered something.
"You never even told me his name." She reminded her daughter.
"Oh yeah, it's Jake." Becca replied.
Abby froze. "No way!" she said to herself. "It can't be." Then she remembered how Becca had described him. It could be him. She left the room and immediately retrieved her cell phone. She dialed Jake's number and went to the back yard to talk.
When his cell phone rang, Jake ignored it. Earlier that day he had spotted a young coed in the student union at school that looked amazingly similar to Abby. The only difference was that she was younger and her body was tighter. Her tits were even bigger than Abby's, and she was not shy about showing them off. He had started a conversation with Becca, trying to figure out if she was related to the newest of the nasty old broads he fucked. He had a good idea that she was now, since it had only been about an hour since he had talked to the girl and Abby was calling. The message she left confirmed his suspicions, and his plan was set into motion.
Abby's repeated calls that afternoon did nothing to entice a return call from Jake. Her mind wondered all night, fearing the worst. The next morning she again called several times to no avail. Then all her fears came to light when Becca returned home that afternoon and told her mother that she wanted Abby to meet her new beau. The door opened and in walked the object of Abby's desires and the source of all her recent sleepless, horny nights. He stood in the entry hall smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Becca introduced the two.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Hanson." He said, reaching out to shake her hand.
"Abby, please." She replied.
"Abby it is then." Jake said, holding her hand with both of his, almost caressing it.
His touch instinctively made her pussy moist, and she gazed into his eyes for a moment before remembering her daughter was there. She pulled her hand from his and the three of them went to the living room.
Abby offered him a drink and they all sat and talked for a while. It was torture. Being so close to him made her hot and wet, and Abby just wanted him to take her right there in her own house, right now. The only thought of her daughter, was that she was an obstacle to her need.
Jake was sadistic. He sat chatting with Abby while his hands roamed Becca's body the whole time. He touched her knee, then her shoulder, her thigh and then stroked her arm. He was turning on both women at once, Becca with his touch, and Abby with the thoughts of what is would be like to be Becca right now.
Abby should have been thinking about getting her daughter away from this predator. Her thoughts were definitely of getting her daughter away from him, but not for her own good, rather so Abby could have him. It was like she was 19 again, sizing up the competition and trying to win the attention of a man.
Thoughts raced through her mind, and she tried to figure out what needed to be done to get what she wanted. She was extremely disappointed when he stood and said he had to leave. Abby watched as he disappeared around the corner with Becca and out the door.
"I'll see you later." She heard him say to Becca, and then the door closed.
Abby asked about Jake's last comment and Becca informed her that she was meeting him after he got off work later that night. Abby tried to warn Becca off Jake. She made it sound like she was concerned for her, but it was really just because she was jealous.
Abby confronted Becca in the bathroom later that evening after her shower, telling her she should be careful with a boy like Jake. Becca blew off her mother's warning and continued to get ready for her date.
Abby watched as her youngest daughter dried her young, firm, smooth tanned body. She was several inches taller than Abby. Her long legs finished off into a perfectly shaped ass that you could bounce a quarter off. Her flat stomach gave way to a set if tits that put Abby's to shame. They were bigger, firmer and had not one hint of sag to them. Becca's large pink areolas surrounded a pair of nipples that seemed long enough to hang a coat on, and her beautiful face was framed by a mane of gorgeous dark hair that reached the middle of her back. The pang of envy rose dramatically in Abby as she realized her own body could not compete with what she was looking at.
When she realized her warnings were falling on deaf ears, she left the bathroom a defeated woman. Abby spent the rest of the evening, after Becca left, in her room jealously thinking about what Jake could be doing to her daughter. She raped her husband later that evening when he came to bed, but his valiant effort to please her and the taste of his cum were not enough to satiate Abby's desire. She lay awake in her bed until late waiting for Becca to return. Finally, about 1:30AM the front door opened. Abby got up and met Becca at the door to her room.
Abby was sure Becca had been intimate with Jake, and the jealousy was building inside her. She wanted to be mad at her, to scold her for being out this late, but Abby had really never gotten angry about the girls coming home late, so it would have been odd for her to start now. Besides, that's not why she was mad at her. She was mad because the little bitch was going to take her stud away. She gathered up all the pleasantness she could and asked Becca how her date was.
