14 comments/ 396757 views/ 168 favorites Fucking my Daughter's Boyfriend By: kinki1 My daughter's senior year of High School was very stormy. I'm sure that's true for most families, especially those with a single mom, like ours, but we had more than our share of ups and downs. I confess that I wasn't always the best mother, but I am sure I wasn't the worst, either. I have been itching to tell someone about the year, to hear if others think I was right or wrong. My daughter Cathy and I are very close, and while I am sure she doesn't tell me everything, she does tell me about the major milestones in her life. She is a truly lovely girl, with long, natural blonde hair (mine is from a bottle), and is not only athletic, but extremely smart. She was on the soccer team and the softball team, while taking three AP classes. So it was no surprise that she was able to hook a very good looking boyfriend. Kent was on the high school baseball team. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and a flashing smile. When I first met him, I was very happy for Cathy. He was also extremely polite. I have met his parents, they are still together, and they seem like a really lovely family. The problem started one night when Cathy and I were watching a movie on TV. I admit, I was prying into her relationship with Kent. I think I was perfectly within my rights to find out if my 19 year old daughter was having sex, and if so, if they were using protection. Cathy avoided my questions for some time, but then she suddenly turned to me. "Okay mom, if you must know, no, we are not having sex!" she snapped, rolling her eyes (which I hate). "Well why on earth not?" I asked. Cathy was not a virgin, having slept with her previous boyfriend, Jeff. "Never mind," Cathy answered. "Why not?" I asked. "Don't you want to?" "Yes, we both want to, but we can't!" "You can't?" I was getting worried. Did Kent have some kind of disease? "No joking now, tell me why not!" "Mo-om!" said Cathy, "it's none of your business!" She started to leave, but I stopped her. "I'm serious, tell me! Does he have a disease?" Cathy's eyebrows shot up, and I saw she was on the verge of laughing. "No mom! Should I tell you?" "Yes! What's so funny?" Now her face was getting red, and she motioned for me to come nearer. I leaned in, and, stifling laughter she whispered in my ear, "It's too big." I let out a squeal, and we were both lying on the couch, laughing. "How big?" I asked. "Really really big. He's like a horse!" We both broke out laughing again. I was full of mixed emotions. First was relief, that it wasn't anything awful that was keeping Cathy from sleeping with Kent, and I also was thinking back to my days in college. Back in college, I was known for being quite the size queen! I had a boyfriend, Eric, who had a huge cock, and I became quite the little expert on deep-throating his monster. When we broke up, I found that I was much less satisfied with smaller cocks. Eric and I continued to have sex occasionally, even when we were both dating other people. He always said no one could suck his big thing like I could! I guess I was known around campus as a girl who would fuck almost any guy with a really big cock, and so I had plenty of what I liked! So when Cathy told me her boyfriend had a big one, I was a little nostalgic, a little horny, and a little jealous. I also felt warm that my daughter was following in my footsteps, but if she couldn't take a big cock, maybe she wasn't. Still, she was only 19! "So do you just give him blowjobs?" I asked Cathy. "Mom!" She hid her face in her hands. Then she shook her head and whispered "It's too big!" "Too big for a blowjob? What do you do?" She mimed giving a handjob to a big cock, and I threw a pillow at her. "Oh no! Poor Kent! That's all he gets?" We both dissolved into a fit of giggles. I thought about telling her about my college exploits, but I held back, I'm not sure why. I have never told her about any of my sexual experiences, and I didn't feel I should. I thought about teaching her how to suck big cock, but I felt a little uncomfortable. I could always decide later, I thought. "Let's get back to the movie," I suggested, "you can always tell me about the Human Horse later." She threw a pillow at me, and I whinnied. I have to add here that I was always faithful to my husband when we were married, although his cock was very average in size. I was devastated enough emotionally when he left, two years ago, that I hadn't been in a relationship since then. So two years without any sex, plus twenty-two years without a big cock, left me squirming a bit in my seat. The next few days I felt horny enough that I decided to go to the internet for a little fun. I think it is to my credit that at first I had no thought of stealing my daughter's boyfriend! Internet dating was completely new to me. I would have had an easier time if I had been able to ask Cathy, but I felt shy about it. I finally did have to ask a friend, a fellow divorcee, who gave me a tip on which sites to go to for dates, which for sex, and which for something in between. I chose the latter, and I won't go into it in detail, but it was very disappointing. The guy was self-centered and boring, and he lied about the size of his cock. It was smaller than my husband's! I ended up giving him a blowjob, just to get rid of him, but I was so mad about him misleading me! I ignored his followup phone calls. The whole thing left me feeling hornier than ever. That was the state I was in two days later, when Kent came over to swim in our pool. Cathy and Kent were in and out of the water. I was tanning and reading a magazine in a lounge chair. I was a little sleepy, so I put the magazine down. Somehow I ended up having a little daydream about Kent. In my daydream he was leaning over me as I lay in the chair and we were kissing. The daydream went no further than that, but I was very conscious of his hard, muscular bare chest as he kissed me, and my thoughts were also on his big package in his bathing suit. I snapped out of the daydream suddenly, because I became afraid that I might have a wet spot in the crotch of my bathing suit. I do get very wet when I am horny, although it usually doesn't leak unless I am rubbing my pussy. I was wearing a maroon one-piece, and I just had this sudden embarrassing vision of a big dark spot where my wetness might be soaking through. I decided the best way to handle it was to jump in the pool, which I did. I swam a lap and then climbed out. I was still horny, and very conscious of Kent's mostly naked body nearby. "I'm going in," I told them, and I went in the house. I checked myself out in a mirror inside, and I looked fine, except my nipples were practically poking through the top of the suit. I went into my bedroom to change my clothes-- okay, and to masturbate. After a fairly unsatisfying session, I realized that I had somehow made up my mind that I was going to fuck my daughter's boyfriend. All I had to do was to come up with a plan. That week I went to Walmart and bought two bathing suits, one for Kent and one for me. His was a loose, trunk style suit. For myself, I got a bikini with a bottom that was the right size and a top that was two sizes too small. Cathy is better looking than me in almost every respect. She is a natural blonde with a beautiful face. She is thinner, stronger, and lovely in all ways. My only advantage over her is in the boob department. She is a b-cup, and I am double d. I figured a gal has got to use what she's got. I took the suits home, carefully removed the lining, and even washed them a few times so they did not look new. The next Tuesday was going to be the day. Cathy was going to an outlet mall with her cousins and was likely to be there all day. When the Tuesday dawned, I was all tingly. I carefully shaved my pussy. Anything to look a little younger! To tell the truth, I still wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it, but I kept up my preparations. Every step I took, I told myself I could always back out later. Right before it was time for her to go, I stole Cathy's phone. It was easy to do, she was always leaving it everywhere. I turned it off and hid it in the linen closet. Of course she had a fit looking for it. I helped her look-- "Where did you last see it?" I asked. Boy, that made her mad. I was outwardly calm, but inside I was thinking "The bitchier you are to me, the more likely I am to steal your boyfriend!" We tried calling her phone, but of course it did not work. Cathy's cousins arrived, and finally I told her 'Look, the phone is around somewhere, you'll find it when you get back." As planned, she reluctantly left without it. I got to the phone and turned it on. I really felt like a spy or something! I went to her texts, and sure enough, Kent's texts came up first. I texted him "Come over." In just a moment, he texted back "R u going 2 mall?" I replied "???" Then he called, which I completely did not expect. I turned the phone off in a panic. For a few moments, I sat there, not knowing what to do. I turned the phone back on. Missed call, and another text, saying "Is yr mom there?" I decided to wait. If he came, fine, and if not, I could try another day. I turned the phone off again and put it on the counter in Cathy's bathroom. I had just about convinced myself that it was a sign, I should not try to fuck my daughter's boyfriend, when the doorbell rang. I straightened my hair and opened the door. "Why Kent, how nice to see you!" I said, acting a little surprised. "Oh, hi Mrs. Anderson. Is Cathy here?" he said. "No, she's gone off to the mall with her cousins." "I thought she was, but she texted me," he said. "Sometimes she is such a scatterbrain," I said. "She forgot she was meeting her cousins, and then she couldn't find her phone. But come in and let me give you something cold to drink." "That's alright, I just better go." Oops! Not how I planned it! "You come in for a minute, I insist. It's hot out there! Did you ride your bike over?" "Uh, yes ma'am, but it's not so hot." "It is, and I wont take no for an answer. Just for a minute. Besides, I have a teeny favor to ask you." "Oh. Um, sure," he said, and came in. "I'm going to make some lemonade, or do you want a coke? The favor is, can you take off the cover of our air unit? Sometimes there is a terrible smell, and I just want to make sure that nothing has died in there." I am proud of thinking this one up on the spur of the moment! "Sure," he said. "Do you have a screwdriver?" I made the lemonade and brought it out to him just as he was putting the cover back on. It was hot out, and he had sweated through his t-shirt. "There's nothing in there Mrs. Anderson," he said. "I don't know what was causing that smell." "It was only once in a while," I said, handing him a big glass of lemonade. "Maybe I will have to call someone in. Now how about a quick swim?" "I don't have a suit," he said. "You know, I think there is an old suit here that Cathy's dad left, it should fit you. I wanted to go in for a swim, but I hate to swim when there is no one else home. Too dangerous. We'll have a little swim for about 15 minutes, and then I will let you go. Okay?" "Sure," he said. I went and got the two suits. "I found an old one of my own with it!" I said. "I haven't worn this one for years. I hope it still fits!" I gave him the men's suit, and we went off to change. I changed in my bedroom. It was hard to squeeze into the top, but it was worth it! My boobs completely bulged out on top. I looked like a complete slut. I checked out my crotch in the mirror, opening and closing my legs. Without the lining you could just make out the outline of my crack, but hopefully it would be clearer when the suit was wet. I went down to the pool, and Kent's eyes bulged when he saw me. "Got him," I thought to myself. Out loud I said "This suit is way too small. I've really gotten fat since I used to wear it." "Oh no, Mrs. Anderson! You aren't fat at all!" said Kent. "Nice of you to say so! C'mon, I'll race you three laps!" We jumped in the pool and did a few laps. We climbed out laughing. "You're a good swimmer!" Kent said to me. "For an old lady?" I joked. "Oh no, you're not an old lady!" he said. "You are a very good looking woman!" "Thanks Kent," I laughed. "Of course, these slowed me down a little swimming!" I pushed my boobs together, making them bulge more than ever. I was sure he would not be looking at my eyes, so I felt free to check out his crotch. The wet bathing suit with no lining perfectly outlined his cock, which was getting hard. I swear it twitched when I squeezed my boobs. Cathy was not lying! That thing was a monster! "Kent, be a dear and get us a couple of towels, would you?" "Nice ass!" I thought, as he walked away. I lay down in a chaise and pulled my bikini bottom up so there was a fold of it in my slit. I closed my eyes and lay back with my legs open and my arms over my head to make my boobs stick out. Kent came and stood beside me, looking, for a moment, and then he cleared his throat. I opened my eyes and he was holding one towel out and the other one in front of his crotch. How cute! "Thanks, Kent," I said. I took the towel and put it under my butt, and held out my hand for the other one. "Uhhh," he said. "For my hair," I said. He handed me the towel, and I got quite an eyeful! He had a real hard-on, and it was seriously tenting out the front of his suit. "Why Kent!" I said, acting shocked. "Is that because of me?" "Oh no," he said, blushing. He tried to push it down with his hand. "I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson, I just..." "You really should be ashamed of yourself!" I said. Oops! He started to leave. "Kent!" I shouted, and he stopped. "Come here." He came back, with that big cock swaying in front of him. "Tell me the truth," I said. "If I wasn't Cathy's mother, would you want to fuck me?" "Mrs. Anderson?"
 I sighed. "You men are all alike. Anything with a pussy is fair game, isn't it?" "Oh no, Mrs. Anderson, I don't think that!" It was easy, with his hard cock tenting out the bathing suit so much, to put my hand up that leg and run a fingernail down the length of his huge monster. "You don't think so, but this guy seems to think so. Well, I guess a big fellow like this deserves a blow-job at least." "Mrs. Anderson, I don't think Cathy would approve." "Well, that's sweet of you to say, Kent, but I'm not going to tell her, are you?" "No, ma'am, but... she doesn't want me even kissing another girl, let alone, um, fooling around with her mother!" I looked up at him, and said "Have you ever been deep-throated before? I don't think so. Now, I'm just going to put this in my mouth, and if you want me to stop, just tell me so." I pulled his bathing suit down. What a beautiful cock he had! It was probably about ten inches long, fat, veiny, with a beautiful thick head. I put it in my mouth, and it was heavenly! In the old days, I would have slid it right down my throat, but I was out of practice. No gagging, but I had to work a bit until my face was pressing up against Kent's flat stomach. I pulled off his cock, sucking and using my tongue as I moved back, so it came out of my mouth with a pop. I was about to ask him if he still wanted me to stop, but one look at his face told me. He was completely off in a different world, so I put my mouth back on his cock. This time, just as I got the whole thing down my throat, he started shooting, and shooting, and shooting. "Big comer," I thought, which I always find sexy. I sort of wished he was coming in my mouth so I could taste it, but it was going straight down my throat. I pulled off his cock with another pop. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I said. As he came out of his trance, I knew he was likely to start feeling guilty, especially if the horniness was gone, so I said "Kent, will you help me off with this bathing suit?" I guessed he would be willing to stay to see my boobs, and I think I was right. He helped pull off the tops and the bottoms. My pussy was completely soaking, he could probably smell it. I held up my boobs to him and said "Please lick my titties." He immediately set to work licking and sucking on my nipples. I did enjoy it, but it was more for him than for me. I wanted to keep him with me until he was hard again. I needn't have worried. When I reached down for his cock, it was hard as a rock. Bless all eighteen year olds! I lay back on the lounge chair and spread my legs. "Alright Kent, put it in me!" I demanded. He leaned over me, so like my fantasy, and I took his cock to guide it into me. Just then, he hesitated. "Uh, Mrs. Anderson?" "Yes, Kent?" His huge cock, hard and throbbing, was in my hand, just inches from my soaking pussy. "Should we get protection?" Bless his heart! They train them well in high school these days. "I don't have an std, and if you have been faithful to Cathy, you shouldn't either. I'm not going to get pregnant, if that is what you are asking. Now put it in me, but slowly! It's been a long time since I had a cock as big as yours." In he slid, and it was heavenly! Exactly what I had been missing, for years, really. I love the feeling of being stretched! When he was about halfway in, he pushed a little too quickly. I winced. "Easy, take it slow," I said, but then I realized that he was coming again. A bit disappointing, but I wasn't through with him yet. "Was that your first time, Kent?" I could see by his face that it was. I smiled wickedly. "So I took your cherry! Now you really can't tell Cathy!" "No ma'am," he said. Kent slid out of me. Despite having come just minutes before, it seemed that he had shot a pretty large load. His cock was still semi-hard, coated with juices, and beautiful. He stood up, I sat up, and began licking the monster clean. It was lovely to taste his come at last! I stood, and took him by the hand. I felt as if we had spent enough time in the sun. "Come with me," I commanded, and took him inside. As we crossed the kitchen, I felt a glob of come drip out of my pussy and run down my leg. I was sure there was more where that came from. I remember thinking how lucky I was that it did not drip out in the living room, where we have shag carpeting! In my bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed and began to suck Kent's cock in earnest. I just love those big ones! He was still semi-erect, and he slid down my throat easily. I pulled off with a popping sound, put it back in my mouth and bobbed my head back and forth, at the same time licking the underside and twisting my hands around the base. "Uhh, oh Mrs. Anderson, you suck cock so good," he groaned. I'm sure I was better than any of the young bitches who had sucked this monster before! When he was nice and hard again, I got on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I reached back and spread my labia for him. "Stick it in, Kent!" I commanded. I'm sure he got a great view of his girlfriend's mother's cunt, pink and swollen and dripping with his creamy come. I felt like the world's biggest slut, but I was willing to be a slut for a cock like that. He stuck it in, and this time it went all the way in. Holy shit it was good! Kent began fucking me like a pro, this time he lasted, it was so good! I was grunting and whimpering with every stroke. I might have been saying 'yes!' and I might have been saying 'fuck me!' I really can't remember. This was what I had been missing! I did have a big screaming orgasm, right before Kent shot his third load into me. "Mrs. Anderson, are you okay?" he said, after he stopped panting. I notice he wasn't so concerned about me until after he came, but all I said was "I'm fine, Kent. More than fine. I really enjoyed the fuck." "Oh me too, Mrs. Anderson," he said. "Yes I know. And now you'd better change and go home, so Cathy doesn't catch us." Fucking my Daughter's Boyfriend Ch. 02 It was midway through my daughter Cathy's senior year of high school. I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, and Cathy was in her room with Kent, her boyfriend, studying. A typical suburban scene. After wiping down the counters, I went upstairs to Cathy's room. I know that Cathy and Kent fool around a bit, and being the conscientious mother I am, I knocked on the door. I certainly wouldn't want to embarrass my daughter by walking in on any hanky-panky! I listened for any sounds of them jumping off the bed, rushing to put clothes back on, or anything like that, but all I heard was Cathy saying "Come in." I walked in and sure enough, they were really studying, Cathy on the bed and Kent at her desk. "Hi kids, I just wanted to know if you needed anything before I turn in." "No thanks," said Cathy, echoed by Kent's "No ma'am." "I just have a couple more chores to do, and then I'm going to bed," I said. "Don't stay up too late!" I turned towards the door, but turned back. "Actually, I just had a thought! Kent, could you help me get something off the top shelf in the garage?" "Mom, we're studying!" said Cathy. "Selfish bitch!" is what I thought, but I said "This will only take about ten minutes, honey. Just to get a can of paint down so I can write down what kind it is, then to put it back up." "Sure, Mrs. Anderson," said Kent, jumping up. "I don't mind." Kent followed me down to the garage. I held the door for him, then closed and locked it. I heard his zipper, and then his belt buckle hit the garage floor. I bent over the car and pulled my slacks and panties down. My hands were shaking. I felt Kent's huge cock poking at me, trying to find my slit. I reached between my legs and grabbed it. Kent was rock hard. My hand barely fit around it. It was one of the biggest cocks I had ever had, and I have had a lot of big cocks. I guided the head to my hot canal. I had been wet ever since Kent had come by to visit my daughter. He pushed it in, so far in! It was so good, I would have screamed, but Cathy was right upstairs, so I whimpered and grunted while Kent drove his huge monster in and out of me. He pumped without stopping for about five minutes, and then arched his back as he shot spurt after spurt of hot come deep inside me. If Kent had one flaw, it was that he was too quick to come. The first round, anyway! There were advantages and disadvantages to sleeping with an 18 year old, but the fact that he could usually do it two or three times in a row, with a little encouragement, was a big plus. Of course, it was also a little problem that Kent was dating my daughter, but I could definitely see the advantages in that, too. First of all, Kent's dick was too big for Cathy, and the poor girl couldn't even give him a blow job. A dick like that wouldn't go underused for long, and I liked to think that I was even doing Cathy a favor. If it wasn't for me, Kent would soon have gone off to greener pastures. As it was, all three of us got what we wanted. Kent got sex as often as we could get a little privacy, I got the huge cock I liked, and Cathy got to keep her boyfriend, none the wiser. Or so I thought. Kent and I straightened ourselves out a bit in the hall mirror, and then went back upstairs. As Kent opened the door to Cathy's room, I called out to the kids "Good night, you two! Don't stay up too late! Thanks again, Kent," I added. "No problem, Mrs. Anderson," said Kent. I shut the door a little quickly, as I just that moment felt a big glob of Kent's semen ooze out of me. It would have stained my slacks if I had given it a chance! I hurried to my room, peeled off my clothes, and jumped into the shower. I was wearing red lacy panties, and they were absolutely full of Kent's come. "It's a good thing Cathy never does the laundry," I thought to myself, as I soaped up. I did my best to make Kent forget he was fucking a gal old enough to be his mom. Big boobs and a deep throat went a long way to help him forget, but I tried to wear sexy underwear and stay clean shaven for him. Not that he noticed much this time! It was a few days later that my problems started. Cathy began to mope around the house. She became more and pouty and unhappy. Even worse, Kent wasn't coming around. I began to worry. What if they had broken up? I confronted Cathy. "Honey, tell mommy what's going on." It took a while for me to get anything out of her, but it finally came out, with tears and sobs. Apparently. that last night Kent stayed over, Kent and Cathy had fooled around. Kent's cock was too big for Cathy to get it in her mouth, but it seems that Cathy licked it, and tasted something on it she didn't recognize. It took her a few days to realize that what she had tasted was pussy. Cathy held me and cried. "Honest, mom, when I realized that I had been licking some fucking bitch's pussy juice off Kent's cock, I almost threw up." ""How would you have felt if you knew you had been licking your own mother's pussy juice," I thought to myself. If she and Kent had started fooling around a few minutes earlier, that pussy juice would still have been wet. That was so wrong. "Poor baby!" I said. "But are you actually sure that is what it was? Maybe he was working out, and the sweat..." "No, that's what I thought at first, but the more I thought about it, the more sure I was. I can't believe that stuff came out of some gross snatch and there I was, licking it up like a stupid puppy." "Shh," I said, as I smoothed her hair. "What did Kent say about it? "I haven't spoken to him about it. I don't ever want to see him again. I'm sure he knows why." I used all my powers of persuasion to convince Cathy to get back together with Kent, to not tell him what she had discovered, and to act as if nothing had happened. "You told me that Kent has a really big dick, and you two were unable to have vaginal intercourse. You can't expect an 18 year old guy to go without forever. The good news is that Kent really loves you. He wants to be with you, even without the sex! You can't blame him for slipping up once, sleeping with some girl he doesn't love just for relief!" "But mom, I get him off with my hand all the time!" "Oh honey, that's not good enough for a man. You know he has to have the real thing. I think it was good that he met someone who could deal with his size." "Yeah, probably some fucking slut with a huge gaping pussy. Do you think he came on to her, or she came on to him?" "I can't really imagine Kent ever looking twice at a girl besides you. She might have... talked him into it." "Yeah, 'talked him into it.' She probably heard he had a big dick and threw herself at him. She was probably so wet that he could smell her dirty hole, and it was hard to resist. Do you think she just grabbed his dick through his pants and started rubbing it? Fucking horny slut." Actually, some of this was uncomfortably close to the truth. I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn't really. "Well, she might have been lonely." "Lonely my ass. She's probably one of those girls in the back rooms at the frat houses, spreading her legs for any moron with a dick. Or one of those girls who gets drunk in a bar and sucks off five guys in the bathroom. I bet she has big boobs that she shakes at the boys to try to get them to stick their cocks in her. Fucking loose slut!" This got me a little angry. I was certainly not a loose slut like that, although I had normal desires. I could have been one of those women sucking cock in the bathroom, but I wasn't, for who? For Cathy! For her sake I had to be respectable, so at least she shouldn't begrudge me her boyfriend's cock once in a while, especially since she was hardly using it. Still, being a mother means not always saying what you want, so I had to go along with Cathy. "Sure, honey, some back room slut that all the boys have had. Kent would never date her in a million years. Some baseball groupie that the whole team probably fucked. He couldn't get out of it. You know how boys are." I have to admit I was making myself a little horny. Imagine a whole baseball team of boys with cocks like Kent's! But Cathy was comforted. We cuddled a bit, and I suggested that she not even say anything to Kent. She agreed, and went to bed. Things went back to normal after that, with Kent and I being even more careful not to be discovered. Because of that, we were fucking less than we had been, which is probably partly why we got into trouble at the party. Cathy wanted to have a party for graduation, and I was certainly willing to help host. She and I made plenty of munchies which we supplemented with big bowls of chips and pretzels around the house. I made sure there were all kinds of pop and plenty of ice. Kids began arriving shortly before sunset, and soon the house was dark and noisy, with kids dancing in every room. I noticed Kent trying to catch my eye, but I made sure he did not. The last thing we needed was to have some friend of Cathy's catch us fucking in an upstairs bedroom! I was pretty damn horny, having gone about two weeks without Kent's cock up me, but I wanted Cathy to enjoy her party. When the party was really in full swing, I ran up to my bathroom for a quick pee. When I came out, Kent was at the door. He pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, giving me a deep kiss that sent sparks all through me. But I pushed him away, saying "Kent, we can't now. All of Cathy's friends are here!" "Please Mrs. Anderson," he said, "I'm so horny now, and you look so hot!" I was just wearing a black top and dark green slacks. "Kent, you should be hanging out with Cathy!" "Just a quick one, Mrs. Anderson, you see how hot for you I am." He took my hand and put it on his dick, which was completely hard and about to break out of his pants. "Kent, we shouldn't," I said, but I was stroking his cock and trying to think of a reason why we shouldn't, just a quickie. "Ohh, Mrs. Anderson!" I made a quick decision, locked the bathroom door, and unbuttoned my top. I squeezed some hand cream between my boobs and kneeled on the floor, keeping my bra on. By bending his knees, Kent could stick his huge monster between my boobs. My bra kept them pushed together. Kent moaned and groaned, and I loved seeing that huge head come up between my boobs. Kent began to tremble, so I I got my mouth around his big firm cockhead, and he unloaded spurt after spurt of come into my mouth. Kent pulled his cock out from between my boobs, and I made sure to wipe all the hand cream off before giving it an affectionate kiss and putting it back in his pants. Kent slipped out, while I buttoned up my shirt and fixed my lipstick. That should have been the end of it, but soon after I got back to the party, I sensed a strange vibe going through the house. I didn't know what it was, but people were whispering, the dancing stopped, and soon afterwards, the music stopped as well. People began to leave, early, it seemed to me. I said goodnight to the ones I knew, and told them there was no reason to go yet, but they just muttered they had to go. Many of them left without meeting my eye, while others stared at me strangely. The only thing I could think of was that Kent had given us away. When everyone was gone, Cathy snapped on the lights. "Thanks Mom," she said. "Thanks for ruining my party and making me a laughingstock." My eyes told her that I didn't know what she was talking about. "Go look in a mirror," she said, then went to her room and slammed the door. I went and looked in a mirror, and I was mortified. In my hair, on the right side of my head, was a huge gob of semen. There was more that had dripped on my blouse. "Shit!" I thought. "That son of a bitch! Didn't he know he came before I got him in my mouth?" I wiped my hair with a towel and threw the towel in the laundry. Then I went and tapped on Cathy's door. "Honey?" There was no answer, so eventually I went to bed. The next day Cathy was icy. There was no way I could deny that one of the boys at the party had come on me. My only hope was that she wouldn't guess it was her own boyfriend. So I was kind of glad when she asked me who my new "boyfriend" was, making the quotation marks with her fingers. I was glad because it meant she didn't suspect, and I was free to choose to place the blame on anyone I pleased. Unfortunately, I couldn't really think of anyone appropriate who was at the party. I remembered there were a few black guys there, so I told her it was one of them. "Great," she said. "My mother is such a big slut she doesn't even bother to ask my friends names before she fucks them. For your information, since Charles is gay, it must have been Ray you spread your legs for." She got up and flounced out of the room, but before she was gone, I said "For your information, I didn't fuck him, I only gave him a blowjob!" She ignored me. I really had to think what a good mother I was to Cathy. I could have said that I gave him a titjob, but that might have made her feel bad about her breasts, so I changed it to blowjob at the last minute. You see how I was concerned about her while she was treating me like shit! I figured everything would calm down after awhile. Cathy was more or less ignoring me, which was fine. Worse was that Kent wasn't coming by. I guess he was laying low so as not to be a suspect, which was probably smart. Still, I had gotten used to my fairly regular sessions with him, and I was missing the sex big time. About a week and a half after the party, I was alone tanning by the pool. Cathy was off somewhere. The doorbell rang, and I had the sudden thought that it might be Kent. I rushed to the door and opened it. I was disappointed to see a stranger there, a young black man. "Mrs. Anderson," he said. "Yes?" "I'm Raymond. Cathy's friend. Can I come in?" Then I recognized him, from the party. "Oh yes," I said, "but Cathy's not here now." "I know," he said, "I wanted to talk to you." Suddenly I remembered that I had told Cathy that I had sucked this young man's cock. But surely Cathy wouldn't have told anyone about that! She did, the little bitch. Raymond came in and sat down on the couch. "You see, there is a rumor going around that you and I got, uh, somewhat intimate at the party last week. Now you know and I know that's not true. Still, the way you looked at the end, I would guess you were intimate with someone. Now, I may be wrong, but was thinking that you might have told Cathy you hooked up with me, because you didn't want her knowing who you did hook up with. Am I right?" He was exactly right, but I didn't say anything. "Now, I hate to let a misapprehension like that continue, and it has been bothering me. But I figured out something that would make me feel better. If you and I were intimate, I wouldn' have to feel bad about people having the wrong impression about me, if you see what I mean." It dawned on me that this twerp was trying to get a blowjob out of me! "Sorry Raymond," I said icily, "but you will have to go on letting people 'misapprehend'." "No, I won't do that, Mrs. Anderson. I'll just have to tell the guys at school and Cathy that it wasn't me you were fooling around with." I was thinking furiously, but I had nothing to say. "Do you want me to do that?" I had no answer, but he suddenly stood up as if to go, and I said "No." "That's what I thought," he said. He sat back down on the couch. "It's not like you're too proud to fuck a high school student, right?" He put his hand on my boob and started rubbing lightly. "It's not like you're the kind of woman who wouldn't fuck someone you just met at a party, right? In fact, I think you are probably a major horny slut." He put my hand against his pants and I felt his hard cock. It wasn't as big as Kent's, but it was bigger than average. I made up my mind. I stood up. "Raymond, blackmail will get you sent to jail. I am not, as you put it, a 'major horny slut,' but I will give you a blowjob if you will forget about this whole thing and go away." "That would be a good start," he grinned. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down. He had a really goodlooking cock, although not as big as I would have liked. I pulled off my bathing suit top. What the hell, give him a little show! I kneeled down and took his cock in my hand. It was darker than the rest of him, and uncircumcised, but because it was hard the foreskin was not in the way. I took a good lick. Mmmm, it was good! I plunged my head down on it and started sucking with all my might. Licking and bobbing, I interspersed focussing on the head with some deep throat work. Let this be a blowjob he will never forget! After about five or ten minutes, he pushed my head off his cock. I whimpered in disappointment. "Time to take off the rest of that swimsuit," Raymond said. "I want to see that pussy I've been smelling." I didn't realize that I had been rubbing myself while I was sucking his cock, and my pussy was soaking. "You want me to put it in?" he asked. I bit my lip and nodded. "Get those panties off girl, don't waste my time!" he said. I took my pants off and kneeled on the couch. He gave my ass a little smack as he stood behind me. "Damn, that shit is wet, girl!" he laughed. He was making me mad, but I wanted his cock, and he lost no time in putting it in. I don't think he was a virgin, he started to really bang away at me. Maybe it was because it had been so long since Kent was around, but I was so into it, it felt so good. I was panting "Yes! Yes!," and rubbing my clit with one hand. I came hard, squeezing his cock with my vaginal muscles, and that sent him over the edge. He grunted and shot blast after blast of hot come in me. He pulled out and sat on the couch next to me. "That was real nice, Mrs. Anderson," he said. I look forward to seeing you again soon." He put on his clothes and walked out, leaving me exhausted on the couch. I was kind of squatting on the edge of the couch, just exhausted. I could feel his come dripping out of me. Suddenly, I heard the key in the lock. Shit! Cathy! I grabbed my bathing suit, swiped at the rug to clean any come that had dripped there, and ran up the stairs. I don't think she saw me, running up the stairs naked with my suit in my hand and come running down my legs. It did occur to me how my life had changed. Little did I know how much change was yet to come. Fucking my Daughter's Boyfriend At the door I stopped him. "Kent?" He was dressed, and I was in a robe. I kissed him deeply, rubbing my hand on his cock. Even soft it was big, and I swear it twitched! "If you ever want to fuck me again, you should know that I want to also. Just never, ever tell Cathy." "I won't ma'am," he said, and left. What a great fuck! I felt better than I had in years. Even Cathy, once she got over the trauma of her phone, commented on how I seemed relaxed and happy. So on the one hand, her mother fucked her boyfriend. But on the other hand, she got a happier mom, a happier boyfriend, one less likely to leave her because of sexual frustration, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? Three days later, the doorbell rang. Cathy was at soccer practice. When I answered the door, there stood Kent. "Why Kent, how lovely to see you! Are you here to see Cathy or me?" I asked. "Uh, I'm here to see you, Mrs. Anderson." "Come on in," I said, my pussy getting wet. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."