Ken's Jessica
Copyright© 2026 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - College student Ken has a crush on a much younger girl. The hottie likes him a little, and desperately loves sex.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Exhibitionism First Masturbation Petting Safe Sex Public Sex
“After that, she turned hypersexual.” The phone slipped from Donna’s fingers, clattering onto the table as she leaned back in her chair, her laughter sharp and unguarded. She quickly picked it up. “Oh God, yes! Fourth boy this week. The shrink says it’s a defense, so she has control of things instead of the guys. Either that or fear, her making them cum the way she wants, so they don’t attack and hurt her. It was pretty bad, bruises all over, and surgery to fix her anus. She needed an abortion, too. Her dad put a baby in her.”
At twenty Ken was half Donna’s age, and shocked at what he overheard. His emotions swirled between arousal, piteous empathy, and horror.
“Not a real date, the snotty punk visited for breakfast and was here like fifteen minutes. They went in her room, but the bed only squeaked six times. He was bright red when he left, so ashamed. A three pump chump. Hehehe! I don’t think he’ll be back.” She giggled into the phone then continued. “Since the abuse, I swear, she’s got a certain way about her. The little slut controls boys like robots.”
A pause. Then, quieter: “Her dad is in for twelve years, way less than he deserves.”
Long pause.
“Yeah. I have her on the pill. For diseases, I buy her a box of fifty condoms every month or so. Most of the guys are two or three years older, but if I try to stop her she’ll run away again.”
Across the room, Ken’s grip tightened around his cola can. His gaze snagged on a framed photo on the wall. Gorgeous Jessica, mid-laugh, her tight white blouse straining over huge curves no fourteen-year-old should have. The fabric clung, sheer enough to betray the faint shape of her nipples beneath. It was obvious where the exquisite girl got her curvy butt, marvelous chest, and long, natural blonde hair.
Her beautiful face and slender midriff must have come from her child molesting father’s side of the family, though.
Donna’s new husband Scott was thirty, midway between her age and Ken’s. After their daytime sales jobs, the couple took an evening real estate course together. Ken was a Chemistry major and met them at the college game club, across the street from his dormitory, and a few miles from the couple’s house.
Scott asked his younger friend, “So, uh - you thinking of rolling a half-orc for the new campaign, or...”
Ken didn’t answer. His pulse thudded in his throat. And his groin.
Donna hung up, catching him staring. Her smile hardened. “My daughter Jessica is cute, right?” She stepped closer, her tremendous but droopy 42 F breasts hanging down beneath her ugly green sweater. She tucked part of her large belly back into her pants. “Hands off. She’s only fourteen.”
He forced a laugh, too loud. “Jeez, Donna! I wasn’t...”
“Uh-huh.” She touched the photo, tracing her daughter’s face with a fingertip. “Just remember,” she murmured, “she might look grown, but she’s not. The old saying is, fifteen will get ya twenty.”
“No way! I would never!” Part of him hoped that was a lie.
Upstairs, a door creaked open. Light quick footsteps pattered down the hall. Jessica appeared at the stairwell, all curly blonde hair and pouty lips. Her shorts rode high, flaunting the shape of her newly womanish bottom.
Ken’s mouth went dry.
Her tight pink blouse had one button too many undone, with the upper edges of her black bra and a lot of cleavage exposed. She had a cute young girl’s face on the body of a swimsuit model. “Mom,” she drawled, ignoring Ken entirely, “Jason’s picking me up soon.”
Donna sighed. “Another new one? You better change. Where are you going?”
Jessica’s sharply replied with another question, “Do you even care?” She strode toward the front door.
Her mother shouted, “Get back here! You’re not leaving the house dressed like that!”
Even louder was Jessica’s “FUCK YOU!” and the door slamming behind her.
Long awkward silence.
Scott cleared his throat. “So. Ah ... A half-orc berserker, again?”
Ken stared at his sweating soda can, sweating himself, despite the air conditioning. The image of precociously, profoundly appealing young Jessica burned in his mind, stiffening something in his boxers. “Wha ... Oh! The game. Nah. I think I want to try a ranger.”
Three other friends left when the Dungeons and Dragons session ended around midnight. Scott led Donna to their bedroom. Ken settled onto the couch with a blanket. He’d done the same before, so he wouldn’t need to walk two miles to his dorm after dark.
That night was very different, since Jessica moved in with her mother recently. The click of a door lock woke him and he glanced at his phone, 2:17 am. The scents of cheap beer and cheaper perfume hit him before Jessica appeared, her footsteps unsteady on the hardwood. He snapped his eyes shut, letting his lips part slightly in fake sleep.
She paused by the couch, kicking her shoes off. A zipper hissed. Fabric whispered against her skin. With a single eye slightly open, he caught a fleeting glimpse of her bare thighs, the smooth, hairless curves of them, and the small camel toe in her lacy black panties. She stared at Ken a moment, moving a hand toward his waist. The lump between his legs grew and stiffened as she lightly touched it, through the blanket and his jeans. It was a mighty struggle to avoid reacting.
“Mmmm. Nice,” she mused aloud. She disappeared around the corner, mumbling something about “Bigger than dumbass Jason,” and padded upstairs.