Horny Dad Tells Babysitter He’s Been Dreaming of Fucking Her For Years

Mark Brennan was 47, broad-shouldered, still in decent shape from weekend basketball and the kind of job that kept him on his feet. His son Tyler was 23. Tyler’s girlfriend, Jenna Hale, was 21. She had been coming around the house for three years—first as the reliable sitter for Tyler’s younger sister when she was still in high school, then as Tyler’s girlfriend who still sometimes watched the house when Mark traveled.

Mark had noticed her the first summer she started sitting. Not in a way he admitted out loud. She was polite, competent, a little shy around him. She wore cutoff shorts and oversized hoodies and smelled like cheap vanilla body spray. He told himself it was nothing. Then it became something he jerked off to in the dark after everyone was asleep.

By the time she and Tyler had been together a year, the fantasies were specific and constant.

Tonight Tyler was at a late shift. Jenna had come over to “keep Mark company” while he finished some work in the den, which really meant she was going to study on the couch and eat whatever leftovers were in the fridge. She was wearing a thin white tank top and black cotton shorts that rode up when she sat. No bra. Mark could see the outline of her nipples when she leaned forward.

He lasted forty minutes.

“Jenna.”

She looked up from her laptop. “Yeah?”

“Come here a second.”

She padded over in bare feet. He was sitting in the leather chair behind the desk, laptop closed. His cock was already hard against his thigh.

“Sit down.” He nodded at the edge of the desk.

She sat, legs dangling, looking confused but not scared.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for years,” he said, voice low and even. “Since you were eighteen and started coming over here. I used to hear you in Tyler’s room and I’d go into the bathroom and stroke it thinking about your mouth. About bending you over this desk. About how your pussy would smell after you’d been sitting in those little shorts all day.”

Jenna’s face went red. She didn’t get up.

“Tyler doesn’t know,” Mark continued. “I’m not asking you to leave him. I’m telling you what I want and I’m going to find out if you want it too.”

She swallowed. “You’re his dad.”

“I’m also the guy who’s been smelling the seat of your panties when you leave them in the laundry basket.” He let that land. “They’re still in there from last weekend. You wore the light blue ones. They smelled like you came in them.”

Jenna’s thighs pressed together.

“Take your shorts off,” he said.

She hesitated only a few seconds, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. No panties underneath. Her pussy was already slick, a small dark patch of hair trimmed neat. She stepped out of the shorts and stood there in the tank top.

“Shirt too.”

She pulled it over her head. Small tits, pink nipples already tight. Mark stood up, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang out thick and heavy, the head already wet. Jenna’s eyes dropped and stayed there.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking about putting in you,” he said. “Turn around. Hands on the desk.”

She turned. He stepped in close, grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them. He leaned down and inhaled. Then he licked a slow stripe from her clit up through her folds and over her asshole. Jenna made a small shocked sound.

“You taste like you’ve been thinking about this too,” he muttered against her skin.

He stood, spit on his cock, and pushed the head against her entrance. She was tight. He worked it in slowly, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. When he was halfway in she whimpered and pushed back. He gave her the rest in one long stroke.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it.”

He fucked her at a steady, deep pace, the wet sound of it filling the den. Jenna’s arms shook. He pulled out, spun her around, lifted her onto the desk and pushed back in facing her. Her legs wrapped around him. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while he thrust.

“Tell me you’ve thought about this.”

“I have,” she gasped. “When Tyler falls asleep I… I touch myself thinking about you walking in.”

Mark groaned and fucked her harder. He came first, flooding her, then kept rubbing her clit until she clenched around him and came with a broken moan.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed inside her, kissing her neck, one hand still on her ass.

“We’re not done,” he said. “Go get those panties from the laundry room. The blue ones.”

She walked naked down the hall and came back holding them. Mark took them, pressed the crotch to his nose, then held them out.

“Put them in your mouth.”

She did. He turned her around again, bent her over the desk, and started licking her ass in long, filthy strokes while she drooled around the fabric. When she was shaking he stood and pushed his still-hard cock back into her pussy.

They went another round like that. After he finished the second time he sat in the chair and pulled her into his lap, her back to his chest. He put her hand on his slick cock.

“Stroke it. Nice and slow. Like you’ve been practicing.”

Jenna wrapped her fingers around him and worked him with a wet, twisting grip. Mark reached around and played with her tits, pinching her nipples whenever her rhythm faltered.

“Good girl. That’s a mature handjob. You feel how heavy it is?”

She nodded, panting around the panties still in her mouth.

The front door opened.

Tyler’s voice: “Dad? Jenna?”

Mark didn’t move. Jenna froze, his cock still in her fist, her own juices and his cum running down her thighs.

Tyler walked into the den and stopped.

For three full seconds nobody spoke.

Then Mark said, calmly, “Close the door.”

Tyler closed it.

Mark looked at his son. “She’s been sitting on my cock for the last hour. She’s going to keep doing it. You can watch or you can leave. Your call.”

Jenna made a muffled sound. Mark pulled the panties out of her mouth.

Tyler’s face was unreadable. Then he said, “Don’t stop.”

Mark lifted Jenna off his lap, stood her up, and told her to get on her knees between his legs. She did. He fed her his cock while Tyler watched from the doorway.

“Interview’s over,” Mark said quietly to Jenna. “You passed. Now suck it like you mean it.”

She did. Wet, noisy, taking as much as she could. Mark held her hair and looked at his son the whole time.

When he was close he pulled out, stood Jenna up, bent her over the desk again, and pushed back into her from behind. Tyler had his own cock out by then, stroking it. Mark reached back, grabbed Jenna’s ass cheeks, and spread them so Tyler could see everything.

“This is what I’ve been dreaming about,” Mark said. “Your girlfriend’s ass in my hands and my dick in her cunt.”

He fucked her through another orgasm, then pulled out and came across her lower back and the cleft of her ass. Jenna stayed bent over, breathing hard, dripping.

Mark looked at Tyler. “Your turn if you want it. She’s already full of me.”

Tyler stepped forward.

They didn’t talk about rules that night. They just used her. Jenna didn’t ask them to stop.

Later, after Tyler had come inside her too, Mark sat on the edge of the desk and had her clean both of them with her mouth. Then he made her put the smelly blue panties back on, soaked through, and walk around the house like that while they recovered.

“Next time you babysit,” Mark said, “you’re doing it naked. Door unlocked. I want to walk in and find you on the couch with your legs open, playing with that pussy I just ruined.”

Jenna nodded, face flushed, thighs shiny.

“And you’re going to tell me every time you get wet thinking about your boyfriend’s dad. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Mark pulled her in by the back of the neck and kissed her, slow and claiming, while Tyler watched.

The house was quiet except for the sound of her breathing.

He had been dreaming about it for years.

Now he was going to do it whenever he wanted.