Ex Step Daughter Cums For Her Mom’s Stuff

It was hard kicking Sylvia out. We hadn’t lived together for very long and then again we simply did not have the chemistry to date, let alone live together. We’d never clicked as a couple. So the hard part was not to come to the conclusion that ‘hey – I got to get rid of this bitch.” The hard part for a loser like me is to work up the courage to do it. When I did, she went back to stay with the older of her two daughters, Bridget.

Around the time we met she was also staying at her daughter’s house. We met at a nearby pub, and I could hardly wait to get my dick in her pussy and blow a good couple day’s worth of cum all over her ass and on the pink thong she wore.

If a woman is wearing a thong and it is nice and stretchy I prefer sliding it to the side when I fuck her. It no doubt made Sylvia, a mature lady of forty-some odd years feel like a slutty nineteen year old. At the pub, and only very briefly at my house, she wore spandex leggings and a blouse that luckily didn’t even cover her plump booty looking incredibly luscious in those fuck-me leggings. Her stilettos made her ass pop out. Luckily there were few men at the bar and since this all took place in a suburban area in Florida, few fellas not covered by medicare or unemployment, so I got a shot at fucking her, which obviously is what she wanted. But as much as I got lucky that night, my bad luck would soon return with a vengeance. I got stuck with her and had to kick her out. Our relationship started out hot and steamy and ended on a sour note.

At least I had tried to be polite about asking her to kindly move out. At first she insisted on giving it another shot. Being polite failed and in the end I asked her daughter Bridget, to get her mom out of my house. This rather desperate strategy worked only too well, and now Sylvia would not talk to me. I wasn’t complaining but at the same time, I did care about the bitch and felt bad that I had upset her.

She hadn’t brought any furniture or much of anything except clothes and beauty products to my house, but because she left in a hurry, she had forgotten about some of her clothes. It could stay there for all I cared. I still had her pink thong, which I took it out some times to jerk off in it, and on it.

A couple weeks after Sylvia moved the doorbell rang and I was hugging her younger daughter Gracie. She looked good as always. She wore a jean skirt and a loose fitting top. Nothing too revealing. This curvy brunette with a sweet disposition and mischievous eyes, asked how I was doing and I said ‘fine.’

My mom wants me to get the her stuff, she said. She misses you!

Thanks for saying that but I doubt it, I said.

You doubt what? she said.

I doubt the part about missing me. I have no doubt about her wanting her shit back.

Actually, she doesn’t want it back.