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The Boyfriend
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The Boyfriend
by Caesar(92).
My name is Louise Smithyrs, and I'm the wife of a
wonderful but busy man. I am also the mother of Samantha, Sam for
short, a eighteen year-old rebellious teenager. For three months
Sam has been seeing this boy, an eighteen year-old grade eleven
student, who I believe is a bad influence on my daughter. As
evidence; she has begun to get bad grades, skipping school, began
smoking, swearing... I could go on for a long time, all because of
this boy Joel.
I have always been known for my sweet, calm disposition.
So when Sam brought this boy home for supper, the first time her
father and I met him, I was prepared for the worst, yet planned
to act civil. Even if I thought my only daughter was
sleeping with this delinquent. After several arguments, which
left the whole house feeling nervous and uneasy, I finally agreed
to let Joel over.
As I thought, the boy that she was holding hands with in
the foyer of our home looked just as I feared. He had long hair,
unshaven beard, thin and pale complexion, his torn jeans showed
more than it hid, and he had a gleam in his eye that I
immediately didn't like. He shook my hand, it was warm and dry,
and he lingered for what seemed like a long time. They went to
the living room to await dinner, and I went to the kitchen to get
the supper set.
I finished what needed to be done, mindlessly. While
thinking of how to get my beloved daughter away from that loser.
The way she hung over him, always kissing his neck, the mindless
giggle she did whenever he spoke. It all grated upon my nerves.
My daughter deserved better than "that", she was gorgeous and
smart, who could be anything she wanted. If only she didn't get
into the wrong crowd.
Our home life was mediocre, boring. It was the life I
choose after having a father that moved all over the world and
who was rarely home, since he was in the army. Sure I was
unsatisfied with my lot in life, but wasn't about to throw that
away. I had lived the way I have for nineteen years, mostly for
my daughter, to give her the home life I never had.
I called everyone to the dining room. With the swinging
door wide open I began to lift a plate heaped with food onto the
large round table. I was about to get the last platter with the
roast beef, when I noticed Joel was sitting next to my spot, and
able to see out the kitchen. I didn't think much of it at the
time.
The first indication that something was wrong was when I
felt like I was being watched, as I was bent over the oven
pulling out the still hot roast, an almost physical touch as I
could feel eyes looking at my bum. I turned around, while still
bent over, my hands busy. There was Joel, his eyes gleaming as he
starred unabashed at my round bottom. He noticed my startled
look and smiled into my surprised eyes, then smugly returned to
studying my ass.
My hand slipped from the tray, but luckily I caught it
before a real mess happened. Quickly I set the pan down on the
counter, still feeling the boys eyes on my backside. I
inventoried my clothes, was their something he could see?
Nothing. I was wearing a loose summer skirt and blouse, flat
shoes and had my hair tied up in the back. Just before I was
about to lift the platter to the dinning room, I realized the
sunlight streaming in from the large window above the sink was
filtering through my thin skirt and allowing the boy a glimpse of
my shape. Of course I was wearing underwear, so nothing could
actually be seen, except perhaps my bright white panties, but I
knew my indications of the young man had been right.
Joel watched me walk all the way into the dining room,
his eyes not leaving my long still-thin legs and crotch area. I
almost lost my step as my left foot tripped over my right.
Luckily, again I missed having a terrible mess. The large oval
plate was set down between my daughter and her boyfriend. My
husband complemented my on the meal he hadn't begun yet, while
handing me the carving knife and fork, giving me the honours.
The three of them were making small talk when I thought I
felt the bottom of my skirt move. I froze for a second then
returned to cutting the large juicy roast. Softly and gently a
warm hand lay on the back of my lower thigh. Joel was touching
me, I stopped carving and looked down at the little snot, and
had to control myself when he smiled innocent at me. Brave since
I was still holding a large knife. What should I do? Tell my
husband, scream rape, carve up the "turkey"?
I went back to the roast and ignored the hand, hoping he
would tire and drop it. Besides it hadn't moved an inch. I knew
now would not be a good time to convince my daughter of her
boyfriends devious ways. Later would be better, easier on her,
since even I remember the hurt of losing a young love.
My teeth bite into my bottom lip as his rough hand slide
up the back of my thigh. I almost screamed my hurt and
frustration was he slide up to cup my left buttock in a firm
grip. I had figured the little shit would be as nervous as I when
he touched me, just over active hormones. But I was wrong, he
was dangerous, and I had to get rid of him somehow without
hurting Sam, and fast.
I could feel my face flush, and I struggled to finish the
roast, hoping to get this meal over as fast as possible. The
hand was pushing itself into the crack of my ass, pressing the
cotton panties and two fingers deep into the crevice until I felt
it press against the hard bud of my anus. He didn't stay their
long, but took his fingers out of my crack and expertly slipped
them under the elastic leg band of my panties. His hand was now
cupping a naked warm buttock, squeezing hard, pulling them apart,
slapping silently. I knew no one could see his movements behind
me, yet hopped.
I tightened my asscheeks and pressed my legs together,
not wanting him to explore lower into my groove. He had been
about to slide his fingers into the crack when I tightened my still
muscular cheeks. I again looked down, and had to control myself,
feeling the urge to stick the fork into his eye. He surprised me
with a painful pinch on my full ass, and I jumped.
My answer to my husbands obvious question was that I had
almost cut my finger, he believed me. And since I was almost
done, let me finish.
Well Joel had succeeded in getting his fingers into my ass
crack, one was even trying to enter my tight virgin anus. I tried
to ignore the humiliation I felt as my backside was open for his
amusement. I felt his thick digit enter a full inch into my tight
rear hole, and held back tears of rage and pain.
Finally, I finished carving the meat and pulled away from
his grasp then sat down in my seat. My husband said grace, and
then we all dug into the meal. I half expected the little-shit to
again grab my thigh, but since my leg was under the table I could
easily stab him with a fork. But instead, he ignored me and
spoke charmingly to my husband and daughter.
A movement in the corner of my eye, caused me to turn
towards Joel and my daughter. Joel had turned his chair towards
me slightly giving me a view of his lap. And their over his
crotch was my daughters dainty little hand, rubbing along the
obvious bulge in his pants. Neither of their faces revealed
anything, except he turned towards me and flashed a smile of
triumph my way.
God I hated him!
I had to get rid of him as soon as possible, to prove to
my daughter what kind of boy he was. If nothing else he was
definitely lacking in the social graces. And my daughter was too
good for him. My eyes continued to look upon the sight of Sam's
hand stroking the large man-organ inside the boys pants. A part
of me, deep inside, wanted to see what it looked like.
Supper was over, my husband made his apologies and left
to go to work, Sam said they were going to a movie but Joel
interrupted and asked to see her room. Of course my daughter
agreed, she coddled the little shit. He sat while my daughter
helped clear the table, something she never did.
Joel patted my behind as I walked by, I spun about to
verbally abuse him, when he spoke up, "Your a gorgeous broad Mrs.
Smithyrs, great ass!" My face must have shown my hate, "Next I
want to feel those big titties of yours!" His smile showed his
fearless lust. Just when I was about to tell the shit to go to
hell, Sam walked in. I went to the kitchen and didn't go back
into the dining room until I heard the two of them close the door
to my daughters room.
I know I was unnecessarily sneaking around and should
have just threw the bugger out, but something inside me caused
my heart to pump wildly. I sneak down the hall to my daughters
room, I could hear Joels deep voice but couldn't make out the
words. So I sneak around to the spare bedroom and its adjoining
bathroom it shared with Sam.
The door to my daughters room was open slightly, and I
could hear Joel talking. "Wider babe, show me how its done." I
reached the door and peeked around the corner, I almost fainted to
the bathroom floor.
There lying on her bed, was my daughter, her jeans were
off and her panties around only one ankle. Sam's right hand was
sliding up and down the length of her wide crotch, her legs as
wide as she could get them. Unfortunately she was facing me.
Joel was sitting near the end of the bed facing my
daughter, studying her. "Your a great piece of tail Sam, a woman
of twenty-five couldn't be better looking. Slide a finger up
your snatch girl!"
Two pairs of eyes watched as my daughter slide a finger
up her slightly open vagina, when she withdrew it, it was coated in
a clear film of juice. My daughter was masturbating with that
slime watching her, ordering her. If their was a gun in the house
I believe I would have shot him.
I realized, Joel had turned his head and was starring
right at me. "Open your legs wider Sam, give me a good show."
He ordered, while smiling his contempt. Slowly, without taking
his eyes off me he lay down next to my daughters body. His free
hand lifting up her tee-shirt and pulling down her bra. My
daughters little poky breasts wiggled freely. He just continued
to stare at me, while bending down to suck on the closest nipple,
his hand going to the other nipple and roughly pinching it.
This all was for me to see, Joel had planned on this
show, not for himself since I was sure he had already experienced
my daughters charms. But now he wanted mine.
His hand left her nipple and slide down to Sam's almost
hairless crotch, without slowing down he pushed his middle finger
into her vagina, sinking it all the way. Obviously my daughter
was no virgin. For the first time my daughter spoke, or rather
moaned, "I love you Joel... yes, deeper baby...I'll do
anything...I'll show you I'm better than all the rest..."
All the rest? I believe she was trying to act older than
her eighteen years, perhaps to feel like part of the crowd. To
fit in.
"Of course you'll show me Sam, you know I like my bitches
slutty."
"Yes Joel, anything!" She moaned, wiggling around on the
bed, as his finger simulated a penis driving into her sex. "Let
me cum for you, see how wet I am? Just for you babe."
He continued to watch me, "Damn your hot babe, your cunt
is so fucking tight!" He bite her nipple causing her to wince.
"Time to get on your knees slut, show me that ass!" As if she
was an automation, she rolled over breathlessly, and pulled her
knees up under her, letting her shoulders lay on the pillow.
"Arch your back slut, show me your best feature."
Joel was kneeling next to my daughters round ass, her
back was indeed arched downward causing her ass to round outwards
and her ass crack to widen all the way to her vagina. He pulled
her lower ass cheek apart, letting me view my own daughters slimy
wet cunt hole. I was disgusted and infatuated at the same time.
"Your fucking wet babe!"
"Yes..."
"Shit its sliding down your thighs." It was. "Perhaps I
could help you somehow?" He was baiting, and she took the hook
groaning and wiggling her ass seductively. Definitely not the
Samantha I knew. "Yup a tight wet cunt like yours would feel
good wrapped around my hard cock. Wouldn't it girl?"
"God, yes...!"
He again turned to me, his finger sliding into her sex.
"You sure babe, since your mom is only down the hall? We
wouldn't want to be disturbed?" That stopped her moaning,
causing her to return to reality, thinking. "Of course a mature
woman wouldn't give a shit who was in the next room as long as
she pleased her man!"
"Fuck me babe." She didn't sound convinced, but still
excited.
"Perhaps I better see if she's busy," meaning me, "I'll
be right back." He stood and went to the door. "While I'm gone,
I want you to finger that cunt of yours, keep it wet for me!"
"Yes Joel." She sounded lost.
I backed out of the bathroom as I heard Joel exit my
daughters room. I went back to the kitchen, he wasn't their, and
to the dining room. He was sitting regale in the hard backed
chair, smiling as he waited for me.
"Your a hot bitch aren't you? Just like your daughter,"
he held up his little finger, "who is wrapped around my finger.
Perhaps you would like to be wrapped around something?" He
grabbed his bulge in his jeans. My knees almost gave out, I
honestly didn't know what to do. I was shaking with anger and
excitement, I could feel the dampness coating my cotton panties,
I knew my voice wouldn't work even if I knew what to say. I felt
like killing him and fucking him at the same time.
Thinking back I can't believe I actually got excited at
this little shit, he was totally opposite from my type. Perhaps
it was the way my daughter let him talk to her, the way he
brazenly radiated sex. I don't know.
When I didn't say anything he stood up and his hand went
to my neck. At first I didn't know what he was doing, until he
pushed my blouse aside. "Your want to fuck me don't you bitch!"
It wasn't a question. He pushed the blouse off my shoulders and
then walked around me, I could feel his warm hands on my back and
on the bra. He unhooked it and the bra fell immediately to me
feet. Joel reached around and hefted a large breast in each of
his hands. Roughly he squeezed them, pushed them together,
fingered the hard nipple and slapped the tender skin. All the
while I didn't resist one bit.
He whispered into my ear, "You know I'm going to fuck you
don't ya?" He pinched my nipple, hard, when I didn't answer him.
It hurt.
I mumbled, "Yes."
Then he pushed me hard, and I fell to my hands and knees,
his foot came up and pressed against my back. "That's it slut,
on your knees like a dog in heat!" I hated him.
Joel went back to his chair, while I froze on the floor,
waiting for him to tell me what he wanted. Pitiful.
"Crawl over here and take out my cock!" Again a order,
and again I didn't refuse. Slowly, on hands and knees, I walked
over to kneel between his wide stretched knees, my breasts
swaying under me with every step. My fingers fumbled with the
zipper of his jeans. Frantically I pulled them down, and dug
under his underwear bringing out his large hard cock. It was
bigger than I had ever seen, just as I suspected when I saw the
bulge at dinner. He must have seen the look in my eyes, "He's
big ain't he?" Referring to his male organ. "Now suck it
bitch!"
My eyes measured the proportions of the young mans cock,
seven and a half, eight inches of gorgeous man-meat. Roughly the
young man clenched at my long hair, and pulled me towards his
cock. My tightly closed lips touched the hard velvet tip of his
sex, he wiggled my head against him trying to force himself into
my mouth. When he realized I wasn't about to give up without a
fight, he pulled my head up and with his other hand slapped me
hard on my face.
Again he pulled me down on his sex, this time my mouth
opened and the hard meat slide silently into and down my throat.
Truthfully, my mouth had been watering since first seeing the
throbbing passion pole, but only my honour had kept me from giving
in too quickly. I barely controlled the reflex muscle in the
back of my throat from gagging, as his penis head hit the back of
my throat. I could smell his man sweat, rancid and thick, my
nose pressed into his thick patch of coarse pubic hairs.
I was deep throating Joey's long thick cock, and loving
it!
His hand roughly pulled me up by the hair and then forced
it down again. I allowed it, while acting passive I was truly
playing a duel role, not wanting him to realize I was enjoying
the sexual punishment I was receiving.
I sensed movement in the corner of my eye!
Samantha was standing in the doorway to the dining room.
Her face showing her disgust and hate at the scene before her. I
saw that she had hurriedly dressed before coming out, though she
didn't wear any bra and her tee shirt wasn't tucked into her
jeans. I remembered that I hated this young punk, and that my
job as a mother was to protect my child, it was a natural
instinct. I stretched my eyes up to peer at his face, his eyes
were clenched closed and his head back enjoying the oral
sensations he was receiving.
I wondered what was going to happen, when I felt the
penis quickly get slightly larger, the head expanding wide, while
his balls were jerking spasmaticlly. The boys hand pulled my
face off his lap, while his cock shot his load onto my face and
his lap.
My daughter watched as her mother was "forced" to coat
her lips and face with the white thick goo. I forced a hateful
look on my face, trying to pull away from the strong grip.
Finally I did, I fell onto my side and covered my breasts, pulled
my knees up to my chest and whimpered.
Loudly my daughter yelled, "You fucking asshole! You god
damned jerk! Get the fuck out of my house!" I couldn't see but
could hear her slap the large boy, trying to kick him out of our
house. Unknown to anyone but me, my hand slid between my legs
and a finger slide up and down the length of my slit, centring
on my clitoris. I needed to cum bad!
"Sam, she wanted me babe...She's not even my type..." I
heard another slap, "I would never fuck another cunt besides
you...", wrong thing to say.
"Y..you raped my mother! You fucking pig!" The sounds
of the couple were close to the front door.
He was getting mad, "Look the bitch asked for it, she
needed to feel good. Your old man probably can't even get it up
anymore."
My daughter loved her father more than anything, he was a
saint to her. I heard a loud oaf, then the door slammed shut.
All was quiet!
My daughter came over and knelt next to me, I could hear
the sound of her crying softly, she laid a small hand gently on my
shoulder. I began to cry hysterically while saying between sobs,
"He forced me...don't tell your father, it'll kill him...he hurt
me so bad..." I sat up and wrapped my arms around her shoulders,
my face buried in her neck. I was conscious of my large breasts
pressing against her own soft chest. "Just hold me...I feel so
dirty..." My clitoris was itchy and I wanted to give it attention
but couldn't. "I love you!" I poured out my soul, then broke down
and cried loudly.
Sam also cried, she whispered sorry over and over, her
hands gently stroking my long hair and warm back. Trying to calm
me, but only succeeded in upsetting herself.
I knew I had won!
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Another from an archive. I hope I have gotten better over the
years, just browsing the above story I find many things I may want
to change. But I didn't as its proof(to me) of my skills (slowly)
getting better over time and with a hell of a lot of practice. :)
Caesar.
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