I couldn’t believe it. We sat in shock, staring across the café table at each other. How could this happen? That was the thought that raced through my mind as I sat across the table from my daughter’s ex-boyfriend.

I had entered the dating pool again. It had been three years since Vince left me for a younger, more attractive woman.

My friend Stella had posted a picture of me on a dating app, and things had started slow but recently picked up.

“I’m sorry,” Nathaniel muttered.

“It’s not your fault,” I reassured him.

Things like this weren’t meant to happen. I blamed Stella. She had put a picture of me from my college years, and I was sure that’s what drew Nathaniel in; he had just graduated from college and was making a name for himself.

‘Why didn’t I recognize him from the photo?’ I asked myself as I looked at my phone again. There it was, right in front of me, a recent picture, maybe a few months back, but it was him.

“I should go,” Nathaniel said as he stood up.

“Sit,” I ordered in my mom voice.

He had driven almost three hours to meet me, or the person that was me on the app. I wasn’t going to let him drive back without talking and at least eating.

“Let’s eat, and have a good talk,” I smiled.

That was the mother in me. I wanted to salvage whatever situation this had become.

Nathaniel nodded.

We started talking, and things got less awkward as he talked about his new job in business finance. I talked about my cooking blog taking off, and soon, I would be able to stream my cooking and other tidbits I had in mind.

After we ate at the café, Nathaniel took me to a cyber café, which I had never been to. He showed me how to stream things more easily and other things to improve my online profile.

‘Why did Cassandra let this young man go?’ I thought as we left the café and walked down by the pier.

Nathaniel was a smooth talker and a delight to be around. He listened to me, actually listened, not like most men that stared at me or my chest and nodded like some buffoon.

Finally, he followed me home. It was much later in the evening than any of us had planned. The sun had gone down hours ago.

“Are you sure you are okay to drive back?” I asked as I leaned against my doorway.

“Yeah, it’s only two hours and change,” Nathaniel smiled.

“Cassandra is an idiot,” I sighed.

“She had her reasons,” Nathaniel tried to come to his ex-girlfriend’s defense.

“If it’s any help to you,” I smiled as I put my key in the door. “The guy she is seeing at the moment is a total waste of breatheable air.”

Nathaniel laughed. “Vicky,” he shook his head.

“He is,” I said as I opened the door slightly. “He has two kids with two other women and has no job, because he is a wild spirit.”

“I heard,” Nathaniel grinned. “A guitar player for a cover band.”

“See!” I exclaimed, “That is not a profession, it’s a hobby!”

Nathaniel laughed as he laughed. Thunder boomed in the distance, and then lightning crashed across the sky.

“I better go, before it gets worse,” Nathaniel said.

As if someone heard him, the skies opened up, and a torrential downpour started.

“Better come in,” I said as the rain came down harder.

We settled on the couch, and the forecast said it would rain throughout the night.

“You can stay in the spare room, and leave in the morning,” I said.

“Okay, I will leave first thing,” Nathaniel said.

“There might be some of Vince’s old clothes in there,” I pointed to the room. “So, you can change.”

“Okay,” Nathaniel smiled.

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After changing into more comfortable clothes and drinking some alcohol, we were smiling and laughing on the couch.

“She’s a barbie doll!” Nathaniel stared at the picture of Vince’s new toy.

“Most of her is plastic,” I nodded as I put my phone away. “Tits, ass, lips, even parts of her face.”

“I like the real thing,” Nathaniel held his beer can.

“So,” I said as my wine was giving me some more courage. “I have to ask what happened between the two of you? One day she was singing your praises and the next she didn’t want to talk about it.”

Nathaniel cleared his throat and sat up. “The truth?”

I nodded.

“Sex,” Nathaniel said. “I wanted more, she wanted less.”

“Doesn’t sound like my Cassandra,” I grinned. “From the time she left this house at eighteen she was in the bed of most of the neighborhood.”

“And our college,” Nathaniel admitted.

“Yup, that sounds like my Cassandra,” I put the wine glass down. “So, why didn’t she want it with you, and don’t say it was because you were bad in bed, she told me you were a stallion.”

“She said that?” Nathaniel grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes, many times,” I stared at the dark-skinned young man.

“No, it was because,” Nathaniel stopped.

“You can tell me, trust me I heard it all,” I said.

“She said it hurt more than there was pleasure, and she got tired of it,” Nathaniel said.

“I knew it!” I exclaimed.

Cassandra kept raving about how big he was and how he could go for hours. Then, one day, she stopped talking about him and said she wanted something different.

Well, she got it alright. I had seen Cassandra’s new boyfriend without a shirt, and he was a toothpick covered in horrible tattoos. I was sure that went for his dick.

“You knew?” Nathaniel asked.

“I had an idea,” I smiled as I stared at his crotch; even now, I could see the thick outline of his cock growing against the navy-blue sweatpants.

“Show me,” I smiled.

“Really?” Nathaniel stared at me.

“Yes,” I stared at his crotch.

The young man stood up and dropped his pants. “Wow!” was the only word that escaped my mouth.

Before becoming a blogger and cooking full-time, I used to work at the hospital. I had seen many cocks, dicks, and penises. In all my years, I had never seen anything like what was between Nathaniel’s legs.

“Mind if I?” I got down on my knees.

“Sure,” Nathaniel exclaimed.

My hands barely wrapped around its girth, and even with two hands on it, there was room for at least two more hands, maybe a third.

Before I knew it, my mouth was wide open, and I was trying to suck on it. I had heard that a huge cock turned white women brainless, and I always laughed at it when I read it in the erotica stories or saw it in porn videos, but I was living it.

“That’s it!” Nathaniel said as he held my head and started fucking my mouth.

My mouth had never been stretched this wide open. Nathaniel held my head as he sat down on the couch with his legs spread wide open.

I was his new toy now.

He used both of his hands to force this monster cock down my throat, and even when I tried to move my head, I felt his firm grip on the back of my head.

“Not yet!” Nathaniel said, pushing my hands away as he used his cock to stretch not just my mouth but my throat as well.

I gasped for air before returning to sucking this cock. I swore I could feel his cock in my stomach.

When he came, it felt like he was pumping his cum directly into my stomach.

“I want it!” I stared at his cock. Even in its flaccid state, it was calling to the white slut inside me, telling her to take all of it.

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“Holy fuck!” I yelled as Nathaniel fucked me from behind on my bed for the fourth time.

I had tried to gain control by being the woman of the house like I had when I was married to Vince. I had been the one to initiate sex, and I loved being on top and dominant.

Nathaniel was using me like a cock sleeve.

“Fuck yes!” Nathaniel growled as he pounded his monster cock into me and held onto my ginger hair as he yanked it back.

“Fuck me with that cock!” I yelled louder than I ever had.

Vince could have his young plastic Barbie. I had a huge black cock.