From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Boyfriend (FMF, mdom)
Date: 6 Feb 1996 23:33:09 GMT

			    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
fifteen 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 sixteen 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 boy's 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 dining 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 complimented me 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
daughter's 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, "You're 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 sneak down the hall to my daughter's room, I could hear
Joel's 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 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 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. "You're 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 daughter's body. His free hand lifting up her
tee-shirt and pulling down her bra. My daughter's little pokey 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 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
fifteen 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 you're 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 daughter's 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.

	"You're 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 regally in the hard backed chair,
smiling as he waited for me.

	"You're 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 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 Joel'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 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!