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Rowan Jodder liked an array in girls.

He had spotted Celia a mile away. She was hard to miss, with her pretty features and air of innocence. He hadn't planned on much, he just knew he wanted her, and figured the coffeeshop where he found her was as good a meetcute as any. She had actually been on her way past him when he took her waist and stopped her, made her look at him. He wasn't her type, in that he was everyone's type. He wore his sins on his sleeves; her advertised them.

Dark hair, but not as dark as hers, and pulsating blue eyes underneath. Jawbone and indented cheeks. He looked like a fighter, but he wouldn't, with her. She was kind of a pushover, but he was used to making people like that. As long as he got the conversation started he could get under their skin and then under their clothes. Celia Mae knew better, but then he looked at her and she didn't, and they were an item because he wanted it. Her lips were soft and large when he put his to them on their first date that he'd insisted intently on. Celia was charmed by his dark humor and playful jabs and orders. It was a perfect mix, he'd learned.

He didn't let her know too much about how he got the money for his expensive but beat-up car, or the leather jackets he liked to wear. She knew he was dangerous, but now how dangerous. He only gave her enough to keep her pretty little head spinning. So they fucked in the back of that car. Girls were like that. As soon as he showed them his campus-famous cock, their brains melted, let alone when he used it on them. Celia, beautiful, good-hearted Celia, was a moaning mess on the worn leather seat. Girls like her couldn't take orgasms like that. And now she was at his beck and call. Booksmart girls a cock-dumb.

So, he didn't really know how they'd ended up here. He looked up at the building through the wisps of smoke from his exhales. Celia was already at the door and Rowan hadn't gone up the stairs that led to it yet. "Your mother's in there." The overbearing one. From what little sweet little Celia had told him, she had more of an evil step-mother vibe. He spit to the side and flicked the cigarette at it. He missed but he was the kind of asshole that wouldn't crush it under his boot anyway. He came up. Didn't really look like take-home material, with his old jeans and leather jacket and tanktop. Out of courtesy, he ran his hand through his brown hair three times, but it only messed it up more, somehow. He tsked and nodded at the door.

"You're just going to go in there and get something, right?" he asked, bothered but grinning through the frustration. He wanted to see what she'd do for him in the car while he drove after this. Figured he had to butter her up first. By her stories, her mother was old testament, but from another book. Yeah, he'd been into this because of their culture, hadn't had a taste of that before Celia. He wanted to dirty a devout girl. But meeting the matron? Ah, that's something else. He was curious to see how the woman that bore Celia looked though, maybe in that pretty headdress, so he did follow when Celia stepped in.

 

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Celia Mae Rogers considered herself a good girl. She would go to church on Sundays, study her heart out, ace all of her classes, and just do the most things that would be considered nerdy and geeky. She doesn't even do drugs or swear. Not even if it's valid. She's one of those girls or used to be. Her mother never liked that about her and thought that she was too ugly for a man who loves God to really love her and for a while, Celia believed that was true. She wanted to believe that her mother loves her in her own way but everyday it just seems like she's here for income support and no real love comes in handy. So, despite her good innocent nature, she was still a little rebellious but those rebellions were always harmless and her mother never noticed.

Despite how cruel and abusive her mother is, Celia still loves her as she loves her dad but he hasn't been home since he had to return to the military. She figured her mother just snapped because she remembered when her mother used to love her like a mother would but… after her father left, it was like a demon climbed into her spirit. Little that Celia knew that Veronica always resented her, especially when she was born. She only acted lovely to keep her father around but she never meant it. Still, with it just being two women in the house, their relationship was toxic, very toxic, especially if Veronica becomes drunk.

So, it was surprising when she got to college and met Rowan who would be her first boyfriend. At first, she was just going to ignore him because he looked like trouble and she already had enough of that at home but the way he talked to her had put her under his spell. She didn't know why but after talking to him talking, she felt attracted to him despite knowing that he's probably trouble and he doesn't seek her best interest. So, she wasn't naive. She just thinks there's a good in everyone. Sometimes she doesn't like his crude dark humor but at the same time, most of it is funny and he always seems to hold her in his arms, this made her feel loved and appreciated.

Especially whenever he kisses her. She knew that she shouldn't and the way he acts were just signs to leave and never look back but he was way too charismatic to pay attention to any red flag he may have had and that would be her consequences but still. As she was dating him, she became a little naughty herself bit by bit. He was influencing her. Instead of As, she would make Bs and sometimes Cs because she wasn't studying as she usually does.

She would abandon her clubs and skip classes just to hang out with her boyfriend. She would wear her nerdy clothes at home but at school, she would start wearing make-up and wear slightly revealing clothing that showed her cleavage and exposed her long smooth legs, she would even ditch her reading glasses. She would change herself so much for his liking without realizing it.

Her mother didn't really pay attention. She would just give Celia hell on the daily and she would know that Celia was acting strange and some days she would call her a whore for it but Celia wouldn't care. Still, Rowan is bad, it seems like sometimes he has no respect but for her and maybe she fell for the idea that despite how much of a bad influence he was, he truly loved her and she desperately yearned for that attention. Maybe if she was being raised by a mother who gave a damn about her she would have NEVER in a million years and the next lifetime feel the need to confide in someone who looks like they are about to spend their rest of their lives in prison or jail, essentially a future convict. The unfortunate part about this, is that Celia doesn't truly realize how much Rowan is probably using her, taking her as another part of his meat list. So, when he finally convinced her to have sex with him, she wasn't sure about it as she really wanted to wait until marriage but then he told her that he loved her and then it just went crazy from there.

So, now that they went to go to her place, Celia didn't intend for her mother to meet with Rowan. She honestly prefered if he stayed in the car as she went to get some birth control pills that she got from the campus medical center. “Yes, I'll be quick… my mother is probably watching TV or something.” she says as she would turn the knob but there her mother was, sitting on the couch and she saw the car and turned around. Before Celia could close the door on her boyfriend, Veronica stopped her. “Aye! If you're going to bring a guest over… is that your boyfriend? Is he the reason why you're doing shit in your classes? Bring him here, let me see him…” Veronica says as she sighs, “Mom, it was my decision…” Celia says as her mother gestured her to let Rowan in and she did. “Celia… I'm going to need you to run to the store and get me a few things. I need to talk to your boyfriend alone…” Veronica knew what she wanted to do and she wanted Celia to be long gone.

This boy looks too damn fine to let her daughter have all the fun. So, Veronica quickly made a list of things that she knew would be out of stock in those places and she believed that Celia would be too dumb to notice quick enough and that should be long enough to fuck her boyfriend. “Well, we were supposed to come and go…” Celia says as Veronica sighs, “Come on Celia, what are you arguing for? Can you make me happy for once and let me talk some sense into this boy. I'm trying to look out for you.” She was giving the impression that she can mess with her daughter but no one else can and Celia fell for it. “Okay, I'll be right back. Babe, I have to use your car.” Celia says, kissing Rowan on the cheek before taking her mother's faulty list and leaves. She then turned to Rowan, and instead of asking him what his intentions were with her daughter like a normal parent would, she just pulled her top off and showed him her big brown tits. “If you want a good time, come here and fuck my tits… I have a feeling that the dumb ass will take longer than an hour so… come here and give me that white dick, boy” she says as she shakes her melons before him.

 

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He had only planned to play the part of a normal guy. Say as little as possible. But when he saw the mother shortly, sitting there, and Celia tried to close the door on him before he even got into the house, he kind of had the feeling he knew how this was going to turn out. Rowan liked to have things he shouldn't. His entire business was providing others with it too. He was invested in bad things. And there was a bad thing to be had right there, in front of his eyes. He'd gotten Celia because she didn't look like the kind of girl who'd date him, who'd go her entire life without meeting anyone like him, and that's why he'd put up with her prim ways and basically had to teach her to fuck and please him. But something in the split second that his eyes met with her mother's, her knew there was something there that'd make this day way more interesting than he thought.

He was smiling in a subtle way when the woman came over and started talking to her daughter. From what he'd heard of Veronica, this was out of character. Once or twice during the conversation, he'd gave Veronica a knowing look, and he even patted Celia's shoulder and said a few agreeing words to get her going. When she went, he gave her the keys to his car, and told her "Don't worry. I can handle your mom." His smile was toothy and innocent when he closed the door behind his girlfriend, but not without getting an eyeful of her ass as she was leaving.

When he turned around to get things going with the woman who had clearly been eye-fucking him since she saw him, even he was surprised. He coughed through his smile at the bouncy, tanned pillows she revealed. He thought he'd would have to do a little more work than that, even if the air had been thick with lust around this lady. He shrugged out of his jacket and threw it to the side, rumpled on the floor just inside the hall. The tall youth did come over, his complexion ivory and big contrast against her brown skin. The situation was making him hard already. "You're a little more fun than Celia, aren't you, Veronica?" he said in an approving, dark voice. Though she was larger than his girlfriend, he still towered over her.

"But if you want my cock between your tits you have to get on your knees." he said, steady, so she'd know it wasn't a joke, and that he may reinforce it if she tried to get away from it. Veronica was obviously used to being in charge, especially in a home where she often bullied her own child. He licked his lips and looked the topless woman over, up and down. Yeah, he couldn't wait to see what she felt like. She would be a much more active fuck than Celia, he was sure. The innocent girl wouldn't even suspect it. Now he had to tame this one, too. "And while you're down there, you should get it nice and wet so it slides better between your tits." he suggested and put his palm ontop of her head to pushed down, to have her start bending her legs.

Rowan was also used to getting what he wanted. And if Veronica obeyed, and took his cock out, she'd get a facefull of a hulking, pale limb with a slightly purple head, uncut, which meant part of the bulb was still dressed in foreskin, though all of it were of monstrous proportions, decorated with blue veins.