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Authors name: Caesar (caesar69@my-deja.com)
Story title : The Boyfriend
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The Boyfriend
by Caesar
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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, an eighteen year-old rebellious
teenager. For three months Sam has been seeing this boy,
an eighteen year-old grade eleven student, whom 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 in
with 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 me
on the meal he hadn't begun yet, while handing me the
carving knife and fork, giving me the honors.
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 innocently 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 bit into my bottom lip as his rough hand slide
up the back of my thigh. I almost screamed my hurt and
frustration as he slid 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 hoped.
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 husband's 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
there 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 boy's 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
daughter's 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 snuck down the hall to
my daughter's room, I could hear Joel's deep voice but
couldn't make out the words. So I snuck around to the
spare bedroom and its adjoining bathroom it shared with
Sam's room.
The door to my daughter's room was open slightly, and I
could hear Joel talking. "Wider babe, show me how it's
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-open
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 there 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
daughter's 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 daughter's charms. But now he wanted
mine.
His hand left her nipple to 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 bit 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 daughter's slimy wet cunt hole. I was
disgusted and infatuated at the same time.
"Your fucking wet babe!"
"Yes..."
"Shit it's 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
daughter's 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. "You 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 my feet.
Joel reached around and hefted a large breast in each of
his hands. Roughly he squeezed them, pushed them
together, fingered the hard nipples 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 an order,
and again I didn't refuse. Slowly, on hands and knees, I
crawled over to kneel between his wide stretched knees,
my breasts swaying under me with every move. 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 slid silently into and down my
throat. Truthfully, my mouth had been watering since
first seeing the throbbing passion pole, but only my
honor 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 spasmodically. The
boy's 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
goddamned 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, centering 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." Mistake number two...
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 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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Caesar.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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