Like Mother, Like Daughter

Chapter 1 -- The Wild Girlfriend

Monday. September 21^st. 7:13 PM.

Who had it better than Jeff? He'd be willing to take on all challengers when it came to a battle of lifestyles. The high school senior had it made. Just look at today for example. He attended school, went to football practice where he was the star safety on a team that would most likely compete for a state championship, and he didn't have any real bills or concerns in life. And, oh yeah, he had a beautiful brunette bobbing up and down on his dick.

He ran into Abby—who was referred to as Abigail by everyone except himself—at a pool party over summer vacation. It took two hours but he finally made a move on her. Hey, YOLO, right? He promised himself that his days of not asking girls out were over. He had a thing for Abby ever since they were in the same Algebra class back in ninth grade, but just like all his previous crushes, he never asked her out. Something clicked for him on that muggy June day in Chris Bocchetti's backyard though. Was it seeing his classmates flirt with their own crushes? Or maybe the many bikinis that were on display for the testosterone fueled teenage boys finally snapped him out of it? Whatever it was, thank God that something finally woke him up.

There was no way around it: Abby was his dream girl. She was a fit and perky five-foot-five, with long brown hair, and light brown eyes which constantly sparkled. Her doe eyes were so inviting and comforting. She was a bundle of positive energy that always put him in a good mood. A simple smile from his girlfriend would make a shitty day better. A mere hug relieved his fever. Sure, he was young, but he'd started to embrace the idea of spending the rest of his life with her.

"That feels so good..." he moaned.

It took two months for them to take that giant leap together. They were both virgins: Abby a complete novice when it came to the world of sex, and Jeff having only received one blowjob from a cheerleader during a tenth grade football party. The two decided to take things slow. A week of dating passed before they shared their first kiss, two weeks before they made out, a month for Abby to allow him to feel her up, and two months before her first attempt at oral sex. But once they got their feet wet, they certainly decided to make up for lost time.

He felt like a porn star over the past thirty days. When wasn't he getting his dick sucked? Abby's sex drive was insane, and things completely went into overdrive when they finally had intercourse for the first time three weeks ago.

"Suck my balls."

Jeff still waited for someone to make a case for their life being better than his. Here he was, on the sofa in his girlfriend's parents' family room, with his dream girl kneeling in front of him on the floor, and his balls in her mouth per his request. He felt like a rock star, except he didn't need or want a line of groupies every night. He only wanted one girl, and lucky for him, she wanted him too.

Abby took a break from her task at hand to peer up at her boyfriend. "Am I doing good?"

He could only smile. The juvenile, childlike cadence that she loved to use during sex caused his cock to throb. She truly was an angel.

"So good," he told her. "You're so fuckin' sexy."

She fluttered her long eyelashes rapidly. "Thank you, Daddy. It's my job to make you feel good."

He didn't even start the daddy shit! It was all her! See how awesome his life was?

Abby's only requirement during oral sex involved Jeff taking his shirt off. How couldn't that be her demand? Her six-foot-one, brown-haired, brown-eyed boyfriend was a stud! He was all muscle. Thick traps, wide shoulders, chiseled abs, and big biceps. He was being scouted by a few colleges but she wasn't a jersey chaser. She wasn't really even obsessed with his body either. Did she love it? Absolutely. Was it a deal-breaker? No way. It was his confidence that drove her crazy, and she learned over the years that confidence and good looks seemed to go hand in hand. The better you look, the better you feel; and the better you feel, the more confident you are.

Every day together made her appreciate him more. He was so funny, smart, and good to her. She knew how most of the boys at school behaved, and she was very familiar with the boyfriends that her friends had. Let's just say that she definitely hit the jackpot. Her sweet, sexy, kind boyfriend was the perfect guy.

But as crazy as the blowjobs, sex, and dirty talk all were, it was the way that his girlfriend liked to be treated that surprised Jeff the most. Sure, she enjoyed romantic gestures, and she loved when he surprised her with flowers or planned a picnic in the park. Deep shoulder massages and long bouts with his head buried between her legs were most likely her second and third favorite activities on the list, but coming in at number one with a bullet, without a challenger in sight, was when he took control and dominated her.

It'd originally started with an extremely cautious pump into her mouth during a blowjob. It was hard not to try it. He'd spent the previous seven years watching porn, after all. He had no intention to make her gag or choke, but the desire to be in control was something that he needed to try. And when she looked up, smiled, and told him to do it again? Well, he knew that he'd won the lottery.

"You gonna deepthroat me?"

She planted kisses along the length of his cock. "Is that what Daddy wants?"

"You know it's what Daddy wants."

"Well, maybe Daddy should take what he wants then," she grinned up at him.

He hopped out of his seat, clamped onto the sides of her head with his hands, and pulled her into him roughly.

Abby wasn't just a novice before dating Jeff—she was somewhat naive to the world of sex. She'd learned so many things over the past three months. So many nights were spent on her computer, scouring the internet for every drop of information that her young mind could absorb. She yearned to be amazing in bed. She didn't want Jeff to ever think about straying, and as much as she'd learned over the past ninety days, four things really stood out in particular.

One: it wasn't normal to lack a gag reflex. The internet told her that her oral prowess was sought after by not only every boyfriend and husband on the planet, but by every girl who would choke and gag during oral sex. Her ability to effortlessly swallow her boyfriend was something that only a small percentage of women possessed, and she was fortunate enough to be in that group. She couldn't imagine only being able to take a few inches of Jeff in her mouth. Not like she had to worry about that. She was her boyfriend's very own deepthroat queen.

Two: receiving oral is AMAZING. She didn't need the internet for that one either. Something told her Jeff had put some quality time into reading up on the art of cunnilingus though. His unbelievable tongue could take her places that she didn't know existed, and the thing that he loved to do with his two fingers inside her? Apparently, he stroked her G-Spot. Whatever it was, she was ready to marry him each and every time he did it.

Three: rough sex might be even more incredible. Having her hair pulled, her ass slapped, and her neck lightly choked were indescribable feelings of submission. She was so vulnerable under the big, strong hold of her stud boyfriend, and her body seemed to turn to goo whenever she experienced that sensation of helplessness. It took the feeling of being dominated for her to cum during intercourse, and much to her surprise, that was another thing that the internet told her most women couldn't do.

Four: and this caught her the most off guard. Jeff had a really big dick. How was she supposed to know? She'd never watched porn. In fact, erotica was the kinkiest smut that she indulged in before dating Jeff, and the only reason that she'd watched any X-rated filth lately was to pick up some new tricks to surprise her man with. So imagine her surprise when she realized that he stacked up extremely well with Porn Valley's finest?

But his size really hit home the most when her best friend Kate showed her a dick picture that she received from a guy that she met at the beach. It paled in comparison to what her boyfriend worked with, and Kate's reaction after asking to see a picture of Jeff only confirmed what she already knew. Kate gasped, responded with "lucky bitch," and Abby smiled from ear-to-ear for the rest of the day. She really was a lucky bitch, wasn't she?

And now it was time to show her boyfriend just how lucky he made her feel. Abby relaxed herself and allowed his strong hold to force his towering cock into her throat. It was one effortless slide of fullness. Her lips met his groin, her nose pressed against his pelvic bone, and she submissively took all of her man—just like a good girl should.

Her pulsating throat hummed on his cock, turning his legs to jelly. Nothing stroked his ego like the way that she deferred to him. He wasn't some dominant asshole who needed a woman to look up to him. He also wasn't a chauvinist jerk who thought that women belonged in the kitchen. Abby was talented, charismatic, and a hell of a lot smarter than he was, but he was the man in their relationship. And as a man, he enjoyed being in control. And as a woman, sexually, Abby got off on submitting to him. They were a perfect match.

His right hand journeyed from her head and found his balls. He lifted them up and watched her tongue struggle to slide out of her mouth. Slowly but surely, it managed to work its way to his testicles, where she licked his nuts while his dick remained lodged down her throat.

This was heaven. This was zen. Whatever this actually was, nothing could possibly be better than this moment. He loved this girl. He loved her so much that he decided to be a bit of an asshole.

His hand dropped his balls and instead moved to her nose, where his thumb and index finger wasted no time pinching it shut.

Abby instantly gagged.

Her head attempted to recoil but he held it in place. Her gentle brown eyes blinked repeatedly as a tear trickled from the corner of her right eye and ran down her cheek.

He didn't relax his hold.

She gagged again and a thick wad of spit exploded from her mouth and collected on her chin. He could feel the slime drip down his bare thighs but he refused to ease up. Instead, he pulled her even closer.

Dominance met submission. A guy who liked to be in control had a girl who lived for being owned in his grasp. They explored new boundaries together.

More and more saliva poured from her mouth before he finally released his grip. She immediately lunged backward, allowing her oxygen deprived lungs a chance to collect the air that she so desperately needed.

Jeff glanced down at thighs which were covered in his girlfriend's slobber. When she turned back to look at him, the front of her light purple t-shirt possessed a healthy mess of drool. That was rough, messy, and exactly the way he liked it. Abby didn't seem so pleased, however.

"You're an asshole!"

He couldn't help but grin. "You loved it."

She definitely couldn't deny that. Those magical fifteen seconds of not being able to breath would linger with her for hours. Her true feelings were located under her jean shorts and inside her cute pink cotton panties, because they were absolutely soaked.

"You love choking on my cock, don't you?"

She glanced sheepishly off to the side. "Maybe..."

"Who's my little slut?"

She bit her lower lip before look back at the stud standing in front of her. "I am."

"Louder," he demanded.

"I'm your little slut!" she shouted. "I'm your little whore!"

"You certainly—"

"Choke me again!" she interrupted frantically. "And pinch my nose too! Don't let go until I tap your leg!"

He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of her brunette hair before taking a slight detour. Instead of impaling her throat on his cock again, he pulled her closer and kissed her.

Abby would cum if she touched her clit. What was all that stuff her father told her when she was younger? About finding a successful guy who could give her a great life? Fuck that. She didn't know if Jeff would end up making six-figures or six thousand dollars, and she honestly couldn't care less either. Her boyfriend loved her, respected her, and knew exactly how to treat her. Would she really give up a lifetime of sexual satisfaction for a vacation house in the Florida Keys? Hell no. Some other girl could enjoy the beach, because she would be too busy choking on her man's cock.

A war raged in her soul. She could either continue to kiss the man she adored, or swallow the cock that she consistently craved. Lust won this time as she broke off their embrace and wrapped her lips around the head of his manhood. Moments later, her nose met his trimmed pubic hair for the second time tonight.

Did his girlfriend have a limit? Every time he thought that they approached the endpoint of what Abby could handle sexually, she cruised right past it with a smile. Five seconds quickly turned to ten; and before he knew it, ten turned to twenty. This girl was something else.

"You okay?"

She responded by balling her fists on his thighs to defiantly protest any intention of tapping. Abby did her best to hide it, but she was the jealous type. And while she would never not allow her boyfriend to watch porn, it still bothered her that he did. She wanted to be the girl on his mind twenty-four seven. She worked hard at the gym, but she wasn't some porn chick with eight percent body fat and huge tits, and part of her couldn't help but be envious of those girls. Is that what Jeff really wanted? Were all the compliments and sweet gestures just a placeholder until he found a better girlfriend?

Of course not. His adulation was sincere, so why would she doubt their relationship? She needed to control her jealousy. Actually, what she really needed was to breathe.

Jeff's nerves kicked into high gear as he watched her captivating brown eyes begin to fade. The clumps of spit which previously escaped from sides of her mouth were now joined by a steady stream of saliva. She drooled like some kind of ravenous animal.

His hand eased on her head before he thought better and clamped back down. He didn't want to kill her; but at the same time, he desired nothing more than to give her what she craved, and that was to be dominated.

Wave after wave of vibrating bliss washed over every inch of his cock. The pulsations grew stronger as she clung to consciousness. The way that her little button nose pressed against his pelvic bone represented something much stronger than pleasure. It represented trust.

Abby's mind started to wander. The simplest recollection became cloudy. What room she was in turned into a guessing game. As badly as she wanted to hold on, she just couldn't do it any longer.

She finally tapped his thigh.

Jeff instantly released his grip from her head and reached out to hold his girlfriend upright. She panted for breath wildly while he supported her weak body. Her distant, faded brown eyes gradually returned to the present. Every passing second resulted in more vivid animation to appear on her pretty face. Moments later, his girlfriend was back.

"Oh...my...God..."

His smile couldn't possibly be wider. "You're amazing."

"I deepthroated you for so long!" she told him excitedly. "Like a good girl!"

"You're a very go—"

She gazed up at her boyfriend's handsome face curiously. Everything about his strong nose, chiseled jawline, and wavy unkempt hair screamed masculinity. And don't even get her started on the layer of dark stubble on his face! It was enough to bring her to her knees! But his look of concern was her primary focus. Why had he cut himself off mid-sentence?

"Is something wrong?"

He brought his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhh." Something had caught his attention, but he couldn't figure out exactly what.

She waited with him silently for what felt like hours before jumping to her feet. There was no mistaking that noise. The garage door was either opening or closing—preferably the former.

"Is everything back to normal!?" she asked, her eyes darting around the family room in a panic.

Jeff's eyes followed a similar path as he hurried to get dressed and tuck his rock-hard erection into the waistband of his basketball shorts. Everything looked okay to him. He retrieved the remote and increased the volume on the muted television. Abby quickly snatched the control from his hands and found a movie. Perfect. He'd just come over to hang out, they were watching a movie together, and everything was completely innocent. No blowjobs or deepthroating going on here...

The sound of keys jingling just outside the door that connected to the garage caused both of them to tense up. Something still felt off. It was like they forgot something.

"Your shirt!" he shouted.

How did she almost miss that? Thank God that her boyfriend was more observant than her, because the front of her purple t-shirt was a mess of spit and drool. She sprang to her feet and hustled upstairs just as the door opened.

Rapidly approaching footsteps replaced the sound of his girlfriend hurrying up to her bedroom. He looked toward the entrance of the family room just in time to see Mr. P barge in abruptly, before he moved right past him and headed upstairs without even acknowledging his presence.

Well, that about summed up his relationship with Abby's dad.

Jeff understood the rapport that they had, and he didn't blame Mr. P either. He was fucking his daughter, while he was positive that Mr. P didn't want that to happen. He would feel the same way if he was the father of a sexually active eighteen-year-old girl, but maybe Mr. P didn't even know that they were having sex?

The guy seemed pretty oblivious at times. Actually, he was more of a prick than anything. He was always miserable. He wasn't funny, charismatic, or even good-looking. He was a scrawny man in his mid-forties, balding, and always wore an unstylish pair of black framed glasses. Not to mention that he didn't have an ounce of swag either. The beige dress pants, navy blue short-sleeve button-up dress shirt, and light blue tie combination that he'd brisked past him in certainly proved that.

His annoyed look quickly turned to a smile. Clack. Clack. Clack. It was the sound of high heels! And he knew what that meant. Mrs. P!

As much as Abby's dad seemed to hate him, his relationship with her mom was the complete opposite. Mrs. P loved him! Claire was friendly, nice, and constantly laughing. How many times had she told him that he should be a comedian? Or what about the night that she innocently suggested that he bring Mr. P to the gym with him? That didn't go over so well with her husband. There were two girls who Jeff wanted to date in the world. The first was his girlfriend, and if things ever went south in his current relationship, then he wouldn't be above asking out Mrs. P.

His head turned as those clacks on the hardwood grew louder. His still stiff erection throbbed again. He'd never seen her in heels before!

And then he lost his breath.

There were a few great mysteries in life: Stonehenge, the Voynich manuscript, what's really happening at Area 51, and how the fuck Mr. P managed to marry the goddess that he currently gazed at.

He didn't even know where to start. How about with her heels? White platform pump heels with ankle straps that made the five inches of lift even more provocative. His eyes journeyed up her smooth, bronzed legs and just kept going. Her toned calves were the perfect precursor to a seemingly never-ending amount of exposed skin. Just how short was her dress?

His lust made its way past her knees before he felt his body shiver. Her muscular thighs were on full display! She always seemed to be coming or going from the gym, and while the tight yoga pants that she loved to wear definitely showed off her amazing lower body, he'd never been privy to a show like this before.