The Ex's Daughter
by Incubus65
Copyright© 2025 by Incubus65
Fiction Sex Story: Unplanned crossing of paths with the ex-girlfriend's young daughter after years of separation. Based on some actual incidents.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Rough Cream Pie First Violence .
While working in my old neighborhood, I saw my ex-girlfriend’s daughter at the school where I was working. We lived together from her birth until her mother and I split when she was five. She was about fourteen when I saw her now. She had matured into a well-developed and attractive young girl. I couldn’t help but stare at her. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Jennifer. It had been nine years since I had lived with her, but she hadn’t changed other than filling out beautifully.
She walked near where I was working. I waved to her, and she looked at me like I was an old pervert. I confess that I was one, but she didn’t know that. She had spandex pants and a spaghetti strap top that showed all the sexy young curves her mother gave her. One of my co-workers commented that she was going to be something when she gets older. I told him, “She’s something right now!”
I waited near the driveway when school dismissed, hoping to see Jennifer and talk to her. I watched as many delicious junior high school girls walked by. I wish I were in the right place to catch her. I saw her coming down the steps from the building. I rushed over to block her path.
“Jennifer? Remember me?” I asked.
“No, I need to go catch my bus!” She said as she rushed by.
“You and your mom used to live with me when you were in kindergarten...” I said as I chased after her.
She stopped and turned to look at me. She gave a slight smile.
“Oh, you do look familiar. I remember when you took me to school!” She said.
“How’s your mom? I thought you guys moved...”
“We had to move back because my mom is pregnant again, and Frank wanted to move back here. I take three buses to get to and from school right now,” She told me.
“I want to talk to you and catch up ... want me to give you a ride?” I offered.
“Not today. I gotta run. Maybe another day if you’re still here,” she said.
“You certainly grew up, Jennifer. I’ll bet you’re breaking all the boys’ hearts!” I said as she smiled and ran off. I went home after I left Jennifer. I couldn’t stop thinking about the memories from a time I thought was behind me. I couldn’t stop thinking about the toxic relationship with her mother, the last year we were together. Jennifer was a child whom I was helping raise as my own. Jennifer had developed into a lovely and sexy teenager. I lustfully looked forward to possibly talking to her.
I made sure to be at the same spot when school was dismissed. I spotted her walking with a group of other girls. She’s short, about five feet two, and sexy, thick. She looked great with her beautiful brown complexion in a tight yellow crop top, accentuating her firm young tits and a very sexy exposed midriff. She had black shorts that were tight due to the amount of sexy ass she was filling them with. Thick thighs and muscular legs taper to pretty, painted toes in sandals. My dick started getting hard as demented sexual thoughts ran through my mind.
“Hey Jennifer, can I give you a ride home?” I asked as I opened the back door of my Suburban,
“Hello, uh, ok, I guess,” she said as she walked over.
“C’mon, stupid, do what you should know damn well you shouldn’t,” I thought to myself as I adjusted my stiffening cock.
She got to the door and cautiously peeked inside. It was dark because the windows were tinted very darkly. There was a lot of room. I could have had a couple of boys in there to pull her in as I pushed her from the street, closed the door, and took off with her sexy young ass, but it was just me this time. I helped her climb up as I looked at that tight, young booty. How I wish she were moving to sit that sweet thing on my face instead of the seat. I closed the door, making sure that the child locks were on.
“How was your day today, lovely Jennifer?” I asked as I got behind the wheel and started.
“It was good. Kinda glad to not have to ride the buses today; my monthly is due soon, so thank you,” she laughed.
“It’s my pleasure. Give us time to catch up. Did you tell your mom that you saw me yesterday?” I asked
“No, didn’t feel like hearing her, and she doesn’t want Frank to know about when we lived with you. She told him something else,” she said. “What do you remember about it?” I asked.
“I remember when you came to my concert at school and used to take me to the park. My mom said you hit her and didn’t trust her, so we moved in with her friend Charles.”
“I’m gonna tell you the truth about your mother and me because she hasn’t and is changing the story to fit the audience. Now it’s Frank?” I agitatedly said.
“I was forty-five, your mother was sixteen, and pregnant. I saw her at a high school basketball game. I always had an interest in young underage girls like her. I managed to get her away from her friends and started talking to her. I started dating her, buying her things, and just treating her nicely. Your grandmother was a drunk, so I was able to get your mother to sneak out of the house when she was supposed to be sleeping. We secretly dated for a few months. It didn’t look good for a grown man to run around with an underage girl publicly.”
“Did you want to marry her? Did you love her?” Jennifer asked.
“I lusted after her. I wanted to fuck her. I tried to hint and get her to give it to me. We kissed and touched, but she tried to be a good girl. She had the baby, you ... And I decided to help her out. After some thought, she moved in with you as a newborn. We lived together until I caught her lying about that nigga, Charles.”
I turned onto the interstate to take Jennifer to my special place. She asked me where we were going. I told her I had to pick up something on the way before I dropped her off. The windows were locked, the doors were childproofed, so she was my prisoner, even though she didn’t know it yet.
I continued, “I worked; your mom stayed home and took care of the house and you. Your mom used to do the grocery shopping and other household chores. When she went shopping, it started happening that she would leave you at home with me. Over time, I noticed the trips to the grocery store taking longer and longer—three to four hours. One day, she went shopping, I packed you up, and we took a trip to the grocery store. I drove all around the parking lot and couldn’t find her van. I went home, and three hours later, she came back with the groceries.”
We got off the interstate onto a winding country road. Jennifer asked me again where we were going and said that she wanted to go home.
“I’m taking you home; I just gotta pick up something. We’re almost there,” I said. Continuing, “Right after she put the groceries away, she said she was going to take a shower. She said she was sweaty because it was so humid. After her shower, I went to the clothes hamper and checked her panties that she had taken off. There it was, cum that leaked from her pussy. Was it hers from getting herself off, or did some guy leave his cum inside her?”
We arrived at a quarry where I once worked. I drove in very slowly so as not to make a dust trail. Jennifer tried to open the window, then she attempted to open the door. She started screaming that she wanted to get out and go home. I didn’t say anything and continued to drive slowly down a steep hill into the quarry. She was banging on the window and pulling on the door handle. I told her to calm the fuck down.
“Where are we? What are you going to do? I want to get out! Let me the fuck out! Let me out!” she screamed.
“Relax, I’m gonna finish telling you about your whore mother, and we’re gonna catch up, then I’ll take you home,” I calmly said.
She started screaming, “My mom’s not a whore, let me the fuck out!”
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