26 comments/ 345761 views/ 331 favorites My Mom’s Boyfriend and Me By: seductiveeyes Getting off the phone with Mom I threw it angrily at the wall. I bounced and broke against the hard surface, three pieces flying off. I was so furious at what my mother had done, betrayed by the person closest to me. I cannot believe what my Mom's doing to me, she has asked him to move in. The bastard will be living at home, my home. My Mom had recently started going with this guy she had met, a hulk of a man called Sam. I forget where she met him, I think it was one of her now frequent trips drinking with her friends. She never used to go out as much as she does now, but I remember when I questioned her about it; "Colleen, you are my love, my life. But you are gone now. I have to move one and enjoy myself. Enjoy the freedom." That was her word, 'freedom', as if she was trapped when I was living at home. And now she was going to be trapped by having a guy live with her. She said he was good company, said he was incredibly sexy. It seemed too soon, she had only just started dating him. But after Josie had calmed my down and I had got off the phone I thought about it and suddenly wondered where the time had gone. I had been at college for almost two years, and she had been dating him for over a year. It was a bizarre role reversal, since I had left home she had got a love life and a social life and I had lost both of mine. Ever since coming to college, rather than going wild like most girls did I had retreated into my shell. I suppose it was because when I was at home Mom had given me so much freedom, unlike other girls I had nothing to rebel against. My college life consisted of studying and occasional trips to the cinema with friends. It is not as if I had not had the attention, I had, just not from anyone who interested me. It was quite lame really, me considering boys a hassle rather than something fun. But it all seemed so laboured, uninteresting and unremarkable. No one I had met had given me anything new and exciting, all the boys that were interested in me were quite pathetic and immature. And none of the really hot guys paid much attention to me. Some checked me out, I prided myself in my pretty looks and slim figure. But none took it beyond that pathetic gawp that boys have. I was not that bothered, there was plenty of time for guys later on. In the meantime I was more than happy to enjoy myself with my friends. Every so often we would have a gossip about one of the girls' latest experience but they told me nothing that I had not heard before. They were all young and inexperienced, I had done all that fooling around when I was younger, no dad to keep me in check, Mom let me go wild. It was good because it gave me a release, but now I was too bored to carry on with that childish fumbling and quick sex. If I was to submit to anyone it would be with a man not a boy. Mom and me had been on our own for over fifteen years. I have vague recollections of my dad, Mom said he left her and me for some girl he worked with. She had to struggle with a child on her own for so many years. He never bothered with Mom and he never bothered with me. I used to get the occasional birthday card with a bunch of notes as a so called present, but eventually even that stopped. I could not care less, the money meant nothing to me, him even less. That is why I was so pleased when she met Sam, finally she had found someone who she could enjoy her life with, someone who would look after her properly, like she deserved to. Every time I phoned her she would always be talking about him, chatting excitedly like a little school girl in love with her first boyfriend. Once or twice she shocked me by trying to talk about her sex life. It was great that we were so close, but hearing about your mother's sex life? Gross! I was so pleased for her, so glad that she had found someone who made her so happy. So pleased until I met him. I went home this Christmas and that was the first time I had met him. Previously, when I had come home, I think because Mom felt embarrassed, she ensured that we did not meet. If he came round it would be whilst I was out or if she was meeting him she would ensure it would be at his place or at whatever venue they were going to – she never let him come near home if I was there. Christmas time was different though, and I finally got to meet him. New Year's Eve I was going to go to stay the night at Josie's, the same gang of us always celebrated New Year's Eve at her place. Mom was being treated to a night in a fancy hotel and he came to our place just after lunch. As I waited for him to arrive I surprised myself in how tense I was at the thought of meeting him, my Mom's boyfriend, the guy who she was so obviously wrapped up in. I sat in the front room fidgeting, unable to keep still, whilst Mom got ready upstairs. As he finally arrived and strode up the drive the curiosity got the better of me and I had a quick peek out the window, I briefly saw that he was in his early forties, seemed to be around six foot and although slim, he had very broad shoulders. It was obvious that even at his age that his body was very well defined. As Mom let him in I tried to sit on the sofa nonchalantly, but could not help fiddle nervously, I wanted to make a good impression for Mom. As he followed Mom and her beaming face I got a closer look at him. It was quite easy to see why Mom had fallen for him. Even in his forties he was still very good looking, a slight pang of jealousy flared up within me and I wondered if he had a good looking son. Mom grinned at me, "Colleen, this is Sam. Sam, this is Colleen." He held out a large hand warmly in front of me and smiled broadly, "At last, I've heard so much about you. Joanna kept saying that we should meet, but she always contrived against it, I honestly thought she was making you up!" I smiled back, and got my first proper chance to check him out. He wore a tight dark t-shirt with a simple pair of jeans and leather jacket. The t-shirt showed off his obvious muscle, and I wondered briefly how could he stay in such great shape? His dark hair, greying a little, was trimmed very short. His day old stubble gave him a rugged look, but what made him really stand out though were his piercing eyes. His intense stare seemed to bore straight through me and his powerful eyes never left mine. A shiver of discomfort swept through me and as his gaze became too intensive and I averted my eyes. I tried to pull my hand away from his unyielding, masculine grip, but he held onto it for a fraction longer than was comfortable, before eventually relenting. I brushed a strand of hair from my face, suddenly very self-conscious. Mom, oblivious, continued to beam at us, "I'll only be a couple of minutes, I've just got to get ready." As I sat down on the sofa and he took the armchair, his stare continued to pierce me. His obvious confidence and arrogance exuded from him. I felt very uncomfortable at his intensive and intimidating presence and tried desperately not to meet his eyes. "So, you're at college at the moment?" I nodded a shy reply. We sat in silence for a while, the quietness felt awkward and uneasy to me, but he seemed to be enjoying every second of it. Every time I clumsily glanced up at him, his eyes were always on me, a slight smirk fixed on his face. A few times I saw him checking me out and a hot blush spread across my face. He made no attempt to talk to me or get to know me, no further attempt at any conversation. The longer his penetrating stares continued the more uncomfortable I got and the longer I prayed that Mom would hurry down. I felt very exposed in my own home. It was not long before she came back, but it still felt too long to be in his presence on my own. She grinned at the both of us. "OK? I'm ready now. I'll just get the car. You going to be OK Colleen?" "Yes!" I said exasperated, I wasn't a child anymore. Besides, the sooner that creep was out of my sight the better. "OK then, see you tomorrow, don't drink too much." She hurried out to the garage as Sam slowly rose to his feet, he held his hand out in a wide grin. "It was nice meeting you." I did not want to take that hand, I did not want to feel his skin around mine, however it would have been rude not to. As I hesitatingly took it he tightened his grip around my hand, almost squeezing the life out of it. He pulled his arm back towards himself, forcing me to come closer to him and, with his free left hand, he wrapped it around the small of my back. His left arm forced me to press tight against him and panic suddenly swept through me. I was close enough to smell his aftershave and faint linger of manly sweat, his arm had forced me tight against his crotch. I shuddered in disgust as his head leant in towards me to give me a kiss on the cheek. The motions of his head felt like he was going to give me a friendly auntie like peck, but his head extended further back, giving me a deeper intake of his intoxicating odours. Repulsion swept through me and I felt extremely weak as his stubble scratched along my cheek, his lips gave a lingering kiss near my ear and temple. He finally released me and walked away, I stood in shock at his behaviour. Mom's car started and pulled away and when I knew he was gone I sat down on the sofa, a slight tremble over me at the thought of the deeds the man my Mom was so in to had done. I could not believe that this was the guy my Mom was raving about so much. I trembled in disgust at the thought of his sexually overt kiss and lecherous actions. That night at Josie's I could not enjoy myself. I should have relished seeing all my old friends, catching up with missed fun, but my mind kept lingering back to Sam. He had really shaken me up, really got to me. I pondered on whether I should tell Josie, if I was going to tell anyone it would be her, I could hardly tell Mom. But the more I thought and pondered on it, the more I wondered what I could tell her. That he had shook my hand? That he had given me a goodbye kiss? No matter how I phrased it, how I tried to explain it, it would sound like I was making a fuss about nothing. But I knew, I knew that there was something not right with him. Josie did realise that something was not right, but I just shrugged it off as being tired. When I saw Mom the next night she asked what I thought of him. I wanted to scream at her to get away from him, to never see him ever again. I wanted Mom to dump the man she was so obviously in love in just because of the say so of her daughter. I wanted things to go back to the way it was when we would have endless shopping trips I would fill her in on my life. But I kept my mouth shut. I muttered some bland niceties and then she grinned in a broad smile and proceeded to tell me all about the great night they had. I saw him a few times after that, once when during Christmas and a couple of times when I visited Mom back at home. Mom made sure he never stayed the night, I think she thought of my feelings but I could never be sure. Each time I saw him he would never say much and he would always make me feel uncomfortable. It always felt like he was checking out his girlfriend's daughter and he always gave the impression that he did not care that I caught him doing it. Once I felt his hand brush against the soft cheeks of my bum, as I turned to confront him he already walked away, probably feigning ignorance. It was just before I had to come home for summer that Mom dropped the bombshell, he was moving in. There was absolutely no warning to it, she just phoned up one afternoon, casual as hell, and threw my world upside down. I was looking forward to a girly few weeks, a time to catch up with Mom and friends. Leaving home had suddenly made me aware of how much Mom meant to me and how much I had missed her during that time. The time Mom spent with Sam had also made me jealous, he had taken away something from me. I had grown a real sense of appreciation of what she did for me. I wanted a chance for us to grow closer together, have a few late nights in, giggling about nothing in particular. That was not going to happen now. I always felt so uncomfortable in his presence and now I was not going to have any respite from that uneasy feeling. Mom did seem to hint at me that it was him pushing for them to move in together, as far as I could tell he had some dirty little digs that he wanted to get out of and moving in with Mom was the slickest and simplest way of doing this. She loved it though, she reasoned that it made a change that the man was making the commitment and the running rather than the women. I resented Sam for moving in and I resented Mom for letting him into my home. He completed the move just before I came back from college, enough time for him to get comfortable and settled. In just a short space of time he had made himself at home and I was very disconcerted that I felt an outsider in the place I grew up in. Every time I came in on him and Mom they were giggling away, both of them having the time of their lives. They would pay absolutely no attention to me, and that was probably the worst of it. I wanted to be the centre of attention, I wanted Mom to look after me as she used to. Now she looked after him and I was a distraction. Sam for the most part left me alone which I was greatly relieved about. I would catch him checking me out and looking me up and down with unfriendly eyes, but kinda got used to that. In fact the occasions he was completely wrapped up with Mom a pang of envy came across me and I wished that they were paying me attention. Suddenly I understood the saying 'three's a crowd'. A couple weeks after I had moved back home I realised what he could be like. I woke up one Saturday morning, dozily throwing off the covers, and swayed my way onto the landing and towards the bathroom. I spent most of the night at Josie's and had got back late. Although I had not been drinking I had only had a few hours sleep and I needed to wake up properly, sleep still hung in my eyes and head. Desperate for the toilet and I groggily tugged at my nightie which had fixed itself around my waist. I never sleep with underwear so my backside and thighs missed the warmth of my bed and, exposed to the cooler air of the landing, picked up some goose pimples. I was just about to take hold of the handle of the bathroom door when it suddenly swung open and there was an imposing Sam, dripping with water, a thick white cotton towel draped loosely around his waist. At that moment I was suddenly wide awake and acutely aware of my exposure, I desperately pulled at the edges of my nightie to try and avoid his leering eyes. Shit, I thought, I knew I heard something, it must have been him having a shower. I considered doing an about turn and scurrying back to the safety of my bedroom, but it would have been too obvious. I would just have to get past him as quickly as possible. I still took two steps back when he walked out, I did not want to get too close to him. The slight smirk at the corners of his lips told me he had caught an eye full of my thighs. His large frame filled the small landing and made for a daunting and intimidating sight. "Morning Colleen. Good night last night?" "Mmmhhh," I mumbled and nodded in agreement, trying not to meet those foreboding eyes. "Where'd you go?" "Ah you know, here and there." "Josie's I guess?" "Mmmhhh," I glanced up and at the same moment I thought I saw him checking me out. A slight shiver went through me and one hand went away from trying to cover up my modesty and went to brush a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. My nightie now fully covered my bum and bush, yet I still felt very exposed - just a thin yellow top away from nudity. I suddenly worried whether the material was see-through and whether my cold nipples were visible, but it was too late to do anything about it. I made a mental note to buy more substantial night clothes. I noticed his hairy chest was still dripping with warm water from the shower, and hot steam rose from his body. His biceps bulged threateningly, it looked like he had just been to the gym. One of his large hands held his towel in place whilst the other hung loosely and arrogantly in front of him. "Josie's parents away were they?" Another nod. "You know, if you and Josie want to drink here you're more than welcome. We'll stay out of your way. We'll go out for the night, or we could even go away for the night, treat Joanna to a night away." "Thanks," I smiled weakly, I did not need him to tell me what I could do in my own house. Com'on, how long was he going to stand in my way. He is practically naked, I am practically naked. Is not he embarrassed? I soon realised that his shame knew no bounds. "How do you do it?" He smirked at me once again, this time large and wide. "Do what?" I asked blankly. "Look stunning even after a heavy night out?" I stared at him in disbelief, was he trying to hit on me? Here?! "Ha," I laughed nervously, unsure how to take it. "I'm serious, you look radiant." His fingers brushed my forehead as he took another strand of hair away from my face, it was getting very creepy now. I looked up briefly and vaguely pointed at the bathroom door. I desperately attempted to look him in the eyes, but I could not help but notice the bulge that was starting to form underneath his simple towel. The bastard was getting a hard on! "I, err, need to..." I motioned towards the bathroom. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." He finally stood aside for me and opened one arm out to motion me to go past him. Although the landing was small, he knew I wouldn't be able to squeeze past without making contact with him, and he deliberately didn't give me all the room I was due. It was evident that he wanted to rub up against me. I felt sick. Trying to make myself as small as possible I pressed myself tight against the wall. But as he slid past I gasped as I felt his hard cock through my nightie and against the top of my buttocks. One hand held my hip in a tight pincer as he made sure that I would only pass by him slowly, I would only pass him by on his terms. Despite myself I could feel myself getting turned on. As he pressed his crotch against me I couldn't help myself as I briefly closed my eyes and melted in the moment. I felt his firm thighs press up and rub against the back of my thighs, his hand securely griped my hip as no hand had ever done before. His presence simply enveloped me in a matter of moments. My mind was taken, my sanity gone. I did not care if this was my Mom's boyfriend, I did not care if he was a pervert, I had never felt like this before and I was greedy for more. But before I knew it he was gone, back into the bedroom he shared with Mom. He had pressed against me only very briefly, and before I knew it the encounter was over. I heard Mom and Sam share a happy titter. With almost a heavy sigh I tottered into the bathroom. A little later, I had my shower. And all through it all I could think of was of him. His masculinity in those brief seconds had enveloped me and over powered me, no one had ever been able to do that to me. With the warm water washing over me, my skin feeling very sensitive and sexual thoughts running through me, it seemed natural that I started to masturbate. I had not done this for a while, it was not something I was in the habit of doing. But Sam had really got me worked up. I closed my eyes and imagined Sam's fingers working at me whilst my fingers did the deed. He would be kneeling down oblivious to the rest of the world, only concentrating on me and my pussy. I reached down and started rubbing around my clit, and slowly my hips started swaying with my fingers. The more I thought of Sam's erection the faster my hips swayed. I wanted to take that strong hard-on in my hands, I wanted him to stroke his cock around my breasts, around my belly, long and slowly along the inside of my thigh. I went to reach for the shower head to finish the job when I suddenly became aware of what I was doing, I was masturbating to the thought of my Mom's boyfriend, I wanted an orgasm with a fantasy based on a pervert. My Mom’s Boyfriend and Me Quite suddenly all the heat left me, and even with the warmth of the shower I shivered at the disgust and depravity of my own fantasies. My sane mind regained control over my body and I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped in my bathrobe hurried back to my bedroom. Later considering why I had even thought of Sam in the shower I decided it was because I had not had any contact with a man for such a long time that even Sam's was attractive to me. I still found it hard to digest that I touched myself with thoughts of him flowing through my head. My Mom’s Boyfriend and Me I swished the drink once more around the glass and then took a plunge that I later regretted. With a swift swig the drink was down my throat and I started coughing with its sting. The hot alcohol vapour seemed to flow out of my nostrils and immediately I started a brief coughing fit. Sam smiled coldly at me and poured both of us another. "No, no more. I can't drink it straight," I pleaded. "One more, then I'll add a bit of coke to it." I downed another shot, much less reluctantly, and as I placed the glass down and composed myself I realised that the drink was already swimming within my head. As Sam finished his drink he gave a huge sigh of relief and a big smirk formed on his face, "There isn't that so much better?" I gave a weak smile back, it was. He went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of coke, he proceeded to give me another drink this time mixed with coke. Once again he stared at me intently, boring straight into my soul, and he asked me, "How are you feeling?" And that was it. A simple question like that opened up so many avenues and so many conversations, it also healed some of the wounds he had inflicted to me. We talked long and hard about lots of things, we laughed about a few things, we drank a lot. He even seemed embarrassed about his previous behaviour, he did not say anything overtly but hinted at repentance. I actually felt at ease with him, no, more then that I felt at home with him. I opened up to him, much more than I had to anyone else, much more than I should have done. But I was vulnerable, he was there. I talked to him about Mom, told him how I felt she had abandoned me. He tried to reassure me, although that was one thing he could not change, Mom had let me down badly. "Here I am, depressed as hell. Mom abandoned me, she'd rather spend time shopping and spending money than cheering up her only daughter." "We're having an OK time aren't we?" "Yeah, we are but..." "But nothing. Look, you've got to forget about your Mom, you've got to forget about your exam results, just for today think about here and now. All you need to concentrate on is finishing that drink." He pointed to his near empty glass and my almost untouched one. He made me feel a pang of guilt as I picked up mine and tried to finish off as much as I could, with each large gulp sliding down my throat I could feel the alcohol working its way to my head. I was starting to feel a little tipsy, and to be honest a little bit giggly. Before I could finish the drink he poured another shot of vodka into my glass, then his, and then topped both up with coke. He raised the glass towards me, in a toast, "To the rest of the world, it can go fuck itself" I smiled shyly at his toast, clunked my glass with his, and took a large sip. "It's so unfair though. Everyone has it better than me." "Nonsense, it's just your perception. You're feeling down, it's understandable if you feel that the world has a vendetta against you, but it's simply not the case. You have so much going for you." I looked briefly into his eyes and lowered my own and snorted in disagreement. My eyes flitted between looking at the drink and glancing at his obvious bulging biceps. The skin on the arm had a worn look and leathery look, I looked at the muscle and wondered what it would feel like under my soft fingers. "Like what?" Sam's trademark smirk formed on his face, "Are you really that oblivious? Do you really want me to spell it out for you?" I continued to stare blankly at his chest and did not answer, I wanted to hear what was so special about me. "I guess so then. You are very intelligent," Another snort in disagreement escaped me, "Couldn't pass all my exams." He just smirked even harder and gave one of his trademark, sneery putdowns, "You're predictable, I knew you'd mention that. Just because you didn't do as well as you thought you did in one set of exams, does not make you unintelligent. You are very smart. You're also very funny when you want to let go, you should loosen yourself up a bit. And you are a very attractive young girl." That was what I was waiting for, now it was my turn to find him predictable. I wanted this, I wanted him to say that, but even when he did I shivered a little that the creep would be so blatant with his girlfriend's daughter. "Well I don't see many boys queuing up at my door. Mom has a better sex life than me." "You don't realise just how attractive you are, you can have anyone you want. Why bother with boys, they don't know what they are doing with their pathetic fumbles, they wouldn't know a diamond if they cut their hands on it. You want to find a man, not a boy, you can have any man you want." I looked up at him and his eyes told me exactly what I wanted to know, what I needed. He wanted me, his desire was for me and not for my Mom. His eyes bore at me for a second before I could not take it any longer. A shudder of excitement slipped through me. I got up from my chair and walked to a cupboard behind me, "I need some popcorn." As I reached for the high shelf where the microwaved food was kept, I could feel his eyes drilling into me. I knew exactly what they were doing, his eyes checking me up and down, his mind filling up with dirty and perverted thoughts about what he could do to me. His eyes probably lingered on my arse. At that point I wished I was not in my jogging bottoms, they were too tight and revealing to be comfortable under his glaze. I desperately stood on tip toes and tried to reach the packet, "Damn stupid thing," I muttered to myself and my finger tips reached it but could not gain a firm grip. Before I knew it my heart was racing as Sam stood right behind me, his crotch pressing tightly into the top of my buttocks. He spread his legs to ensure that I was trapped and would not be able to escape his grasp. I shrank ever so slightly, unsure at what to do with this pervert right behind me. I tried to wriggle away but I realised, all that succeeded in doing was rubbing up against him unintentionally. His mouth rested so close to my ear, I could feel his hot breath running all over me and the smell of alcohol lingered as his stubble scratched along my sensitive skin. His odour surrounded and enveloped me, I am not sure he took a shower in the morning as his sweat nauseated me slightly. My eyes closed, a little faint from his smell and the vodka I had been drinking. I was aware I no longer had full control over myself. His large left hand took both of my hands within it, they were so small and delicate compared to his which were masculine and rugged. His right hand easily plucked the packet of popcorn seeds from the cupboard and placed them into my hands. Taking both of my hands and the packet within his he brought them slowly towards my chest. His arms had reached around and deliberately pinned my arms back, I was completely at his mercy, I had no room to manoeuvre. His hot breath whispered into my ear, "You can have any man you want." I stood stock-still, unsure what he was going to do. My mind raced as he shifted his legs and his crotch pushed further into me, it was obvious he was not going to release me quickly. I tried to laugh it off nervously, "I need to make some popcorn." He completely ignored me and started to nibble at my ear and then work his way down, slowly kissing me on my cheek, chin and then my neck. His stubble scratched at me as his lips stared invading my neck. I bit my bottom lip, scared as hell, as he prolonged the harassment of my neck. His crotch persisted in pressing against me and I could feel the start of an erection forming. I tried to stay calm but I could hear a quiver in my voice, "No, please don't. I don't want to." He ignored me and continued to attack me with his lips, his hands still held mine firmly and occasionally as he went at my neck more vigorously, his hands gripped mine harder. I felt so weak and helpless, he had cornered me and overwhelmed me. I tried to plead with him once again, but it only made him angry, "Please stop, don't do it. I'm hungry, I want some popcorn." He ripped the packet of popcorn from me and flung it across the room, for a second my neck got relief as irately his lips went to my ear and menaced to me, "Will you shut up about the popcorn." My heart raced on, I felt faint and helpless. I wondered how long he would be at it and when I would be free. I just did not have the energy or inclination to fight him, I just went along with him. Eventually he started moving away from my neck to the exposed part at the top of my breast, he let go of my hands and yanked at my tracksuit bottoms. I tried to defy him by squirming and whimpering a couple of 'No, don'ts', but he was far too powerful and quickly pulled them beyond my hips. They slid all the way down my slim legs and onto the floor. In another second he had managed to pull down his jeans and boxers, and his naked, fully erect cock was probing at my buttocks, now only protected by my thin panties. Exposed and at his mercy, his crotch and cock started to pump more furiously at my buttocks, he continued to forcibly kiss my neck, but it was obvious he was now getting more pleasure from his rock hard prick. It almost had a mind of its own as it prodded and pestered me, the feeling of violation grew with each poke. First it rubbed against my cotton panties, then against my bare inner thigh, occasionally the tip attempted to poke at my anus but thankfully only finding the resistance of my underwear. Sam's breathing was starting to get harder and it felt like he was getting close to coming. I felt completed dominated and intimidated by him, he was in complete control over me, but the faster he banged against me, the more degraded I felt, the more I loved it. I started to lose control and could not help feel myself starting to get turned on. Part of me felt completed disgusted that I could think this way about my Mom's boyfriend, but part of me enjoyed it because he was my Mom's boyfriend, this was a great way to pay her back. There was a momentary pause in his thrusting movements as he suddenly realised that part of me was enjoying him. He stopped and stood back from me, I almost cried out in disappointment, he had stepped back a couple of paces at me and I could feel his eyes burning into my bum. I turned round to face him, hot and flustered, heart racing madly. I felt myself becoming slightly damp which increased as looking at him I was immediately drawn towards his cock standing proud and tall, a short cry of shock escaped my lips at the size of it. Sam was breathing hard, staring at me, all I could think of was I wanted his cock in my hands, I wanted to feel it stroke my inner thigh, I wanted it inside me. Sam had other ideas. "Come here and kneel down. If you're really that hungry why don't you put this in your mouth." He held his cock in his hands and it pointed at me dauntingly, I had only ever had one boy's cock in my mouth before and that was for a brief few seconds. Reluctance washed over me, I wanted to please him, but not this way. "I can't," I pleaded with him, "I don't know how." A smirk formed across his face and in mocking me he made me feel small, "Don't know how? Well it's a good thing I'm here to teach you." He took a couple of steps towards me and once again his considerable frame filled my view, his cock seemed to scream at me impatiently. Taking both my shoulders in his large hands he forced down on them. At first I was very hesitant and tried to defy him, but I could feel his anger rising at my unwillingness. I took the path of least resistance and sank to my knees. My eyes were now face to face with his cock and I was daunted as the thought of how I was going to get something that big into my mouth. He took it in his hand and then started rubbing it around my face, strong heat emanated from it. I cringed and shuddered slightly at the task in front of me. Taking the tip to my lips, he pressed forward and forced it into my mouth. He thrust his hips forward and I almost gagged as it touched the back of my throat. I tried to remember tips I had read or heard about giving blowjobs, but my mind came up blank. He did not seem to mind though as his hips gently swayed back and forth. Occasionally I knew when I had done something good as he pushed his cock a little deeper into my mouth trying to get some more. On one hand it felt good that I was pleasing him, on the other as he thrust deeper I kept gagging. His unyielding strong hands cradled at my head and around my hair, tugging gently at it every so often. After a few minutes I could feel myself getting tired and especially my jaw which was getting locked, a couple of times I tried to move my head away, but his hands simply pushed it back towards his manhood. I was stuck here and had no choice but to do what he wanted, he was only going to free me from this task when he wanted to. I was not sure whether I was giving him a blowjob or he was fucking my mouth, his cock throbbed furiously. I tried to relax and enjoy it, but trepidation came across me at the thought of his spunk in my mouth, I had never tasted cum before and I felt daunted at being forced to swallow it. Eventually he pulled my head away ever so gently, he obviously did not want to cum just yet. I looked up at him and he was breathing hard and it was obvious that he pulled me up reluctantly, I was amazed at his self control and proud that I had done such a good job. He looked hard at my eyes, I felt weak at his piercing stare. Before I knew it he had pounced at me and his tongue was delving into my mouth. For a brief second I was in shock at his intensity, his rough lips pressed severely against me and his stubble scratch furiously. At first I did not respond, in fact I attempted to turn away so great was the surprise, all he did was take my head in his hands and force it still for his pleasure. It was not long before I started to kiss back, it was hard not to enjoy what Sam was doing to me. No one I had ever kissed me with such passion and fervour. His exposed cock probed and prodded my belly fiercely, I wrapped one leg around his and started rubbing my inner thigh against his naked hairy leg. My whole body was feeling so sensitive and was aching to be touched all over. Before I knew it I was lost, eyes closed and adrift, I was lost to the moment. Sam had completed captivated me and there was little I could do but slip into this ecstasy. I was briefly conscious of the real world, the world where I was kissing a pervert, a man who had abused me so horribly, a man who was living with my Mom, the man my Mom loved so dearly. But all that did not matter now, all that was immaterial. This man was making me feel so good, making me feel like I had never felt before. He had me in complete control. After what seemed like forever, he pulled away from me, once again he was breathing hard and I realised so was I. He looked at me with powerful eyes of desire and I felt completely overwhelmed by it, finally I had found someone who made me feel good about myself. He grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me towards out of the room, "Com'on." I desperately tried to drag my track suit bottoms back up, he gave me little time to do that and I stumbled out following him. I guessed that we were going up stairs and I watched his hairy arse bob out of the door, even his bum seemed muscular! I worried about his clothes that he left behind, but he did not seem to care or notice. A pang of guilt pricked me as I had visions of Mom walking in on the mess we had left. When he got to the foot of the stairs, right near the front door he seemed to change his mind. He turned around and once again I was intimidated by, and full of lust for his cock, it stood proud and mighty. He checked me up and down, eyes lingering on my breasts, it was a single minded resolute glare; "I can't wait" he declared before pouncing at me again. Within moments he had me on the floor and his hands were pawing frantically at my breasts, my crop top close to tearing point. It was a little cramped in the passage and I tried to shift myself to make myself more comfortable, it was difficult with Sam so persistent, his hands, lips all over me. He moved his hands to my track suit bottoms and underwear, and very quickly they were pulled down around my ankles. I finally had my pussy exposed to him and it felt such a relief, I shifted myself to expose myself more and gained some relief by rubbing my crotch against Sam. My bum started to protest at being rubbed against the coarse carpet on the floor, how clichéd, carpet burns. As he relentlessly attacked my chest another of those sobering moments washed across me and I wondered what would happen if Mom decided to come home right at this very moment. The vindictive part of me wanted her to come home and see me taking her man from her like this. My body had taken over, and even if I wanted to stop I could not. I soon got the clear impression that Sam would not stop for anything, even if I said no. That worried me slightly. Breathlessly I asked, "What happens if Mom comes in?" Between molesting my breasts with his lips he managed to mutter; "Will you shut up about her, she abandoned you remember." A moment after that I got the shock of my life when he started biting my breasts. With my body so sensitive I grimaced at the pain he inflicted on me. He started to mix his rough kisses by sinking his teeth into my fleshy part. He even bit hard on my stiff left nipple, I almost screamed out in agony at that. I bit my lower lip to try and block out the pain, the bites meant this was becoming less and less pleasurable and more and more painful. All the while in the back of my mind I was feeling guilty about Mom, not about being with her man, but with the worry about being caught. I did not want to think of the consequences if she caught me. Soon Sam moved down my body and quickly had his head buried between my legs. Only one boy had attempted to lick my out before and it was horrific, but as soon as I felt Sam's tongue I knew I was in heaven. He teased me at first and nibbled at my inner thighs, no more sinking of the teeth, just gently pulling of the flesh. My clit was aching to be touched, to have that long, warm moist instrument of pleasure run deep across it. I wanted to be licked, but he was only interested in my thighs, he was teasing me so much I was sorely tempted to put my hand down there and do it myself. I arched by back as he suddenly moved away from my thighs and gave my pussy lips long licks. He tugged at my lips gently with his lips and even nibbling at them. I screamed in delight then with a twinge of regret as he flicked his tongue over my clit then went back to my pussy. Before I knew it he had rammed his whole tongue into me, I could feel it inside me attacking the walls first left, then right, next down and then... and then up. When he started licking upwards I think he found my g-spot! The pleasure was so intense I was not sure I could handle it. He slowly moved to attack my clit with vigour, altering between his tongue moving quickly and roughly and him sucking deeply on it. My whole body was violently shaking with so much pleasure. No more, no more! And then he did, he just stopped and stood up slowly. No more. "Get up, go to your bedroom," He told me. I was so angry, how dare he stop now. I almost screamed in frustration, what did he think he was doing?? I wanted that feeling again, I wanted his tongue buried between my legs. I then stared hard at his large, erect cock, hungry for it to be inside me, to make it do what it was made to do. I kept my legs wide open waiting for him to come into me and finish what he started. "What are you doing?" I whined to him. "Finish it!" My Mom’s Boyfriend and Me He growled back at me, "What do you take me for? I haven't finished with you, not by a long shot. Go to your bedroom." I lay on the floor, sweat dripping off from me, pussy completely exposed to him, completed frustrated at what he was doing. I was so close to reaching my goal, I had waited so long for this moment and he was going to take it away from me just like he did. I hated the power Sam had over me, I hated the fact that he could dictate like this. I pleaded with him, "Sam, please. Take me." He laughed and humiliated me, "You are pathetic aren't you? Do as I say and go upstairs and wait for me, otherwise there will be trouble." I stood up meekly, shyly pulling up my tracksuit bottoms and slowly walked up the stairs. His dark eyes followed me, he himself stood indecently naked downstairs. As I got into my bedroom I looked at myself in my dressing table mirror, prick of tears were in my eyes at the thought of his taunt. I wondered how long he would be and whether he would be back. I wondered whether I would have enough time to put some make up on or whether it would be a waste of time. I wondered whether I would have to finish myself off, I still felt so horny. I suddenly felt very lonely. I looked a mess, eyes puffy, hair everywhere, a few bite marks seemed to be appearing on my neck. How was I going to explain that to Mom? The sober part of me once again began to doubt my own actions. How did I get to the point where I was sucking my Mom's boyfriend in her own home, and he was going down on me in the front doorway where she could have stepped in at any time? As these troublesome thoughts raced through my head the door swung open and Sam swaggered in. I moved towards my bed and turned to face him, he slammed the door firmly shut. For the very first time I had a chance to look at him naked properly. His arm muscles bulged frighteningly, his well toned chest covered with a great expanse of hair, some of it greying. I was drawn to his hairy crotch and his semi-erect cock. Naked with this older man, I suddenly felt like a lost little scared girl, I had never been with anyone who exuded such arrogance and confidence. Part of me realised my Mom's boyfriend was naked in the room with me, part of me wondered what I had got myself into, part of me wanted to bolt out of the door. The other part of me wanted to be at his mercy, the same part that generated the heat from between the legs, the same part that wanted him to finish what he had started, the part that wanted to feel good with a man. Slight anger and menace tinged his voice as he said to me, "You're going to do what I say and there will be no questioning." I nodded at him shyly like a little school girl being told off, what had I done to make him so annoyed? His trademark smirk spread across his face, "Good, I'm glad you agree. I'm going to take you to places you've never been and never will, I will take you to heights that you can only imagine." I could feel myself flare up with those words, it was what I wanted to hear, what I needed to know. My confidence restored at the thought of his desire I could finally be lost to the rest of the world, all that mattered was me and Sam. He took a few large self-assured steps towards me and pounced at my lips. His hot breath washed over me as his moist tongue delved deeply into my mouth. Gaining a bit of confidence I occasionally slipped my tongue into his mouth. His stubbled chin scratched across my soft skin, and his arms completely enveloped me. Before long his hand slipped into my tracksuit bottoms and panties, I was a little perturbed as he fingered my anus roughly, his hand moved towards one of my fleshy butt cheeks and he squeezed it firmly. I thought briefly of the time he had fingered my anus with Mom in the room, but the thought left quickly as all I wanted to do was feel Sam inside me. I had to have that cock. Eventually he stood away at me and ordered me, "Turn around." I did as he ordered and stood facing the bed, I could not see behind me but could sense him kneeling, his face inches from my bum. He gripped tightly at my tracksuit bottoms and panties and yanked violently down. I gasped at the ferocity in which he had exposed me. His hands gently rubbed my inner thighs as he ordered me again, "Bend over and spread your legs, I am going to give you an orgasm you will never forget." How much more turn on could I get?! I lent awkwardly into the bed as I thrust my bum into the air giving him easy access to my pussy. His teasing continued as he rubbed his fully erect cock against my pussy, my inner thigh and my anus. I almost begged him to take me and plunge it within me, but I kept my self restraint – just! I needed him within me and I was not sure I could take anymore of his taunting, Before I knew it he was kneeling down at me again. I waited expectantly, waited for him to attack my pussy again. But before I knew it he had spread my butt cheeks apart with his large hands and I felt a warm moist tongue slip into my anus. I felt grossed out at the fact that he had his tongue up there, but the more his tongue prodded and probed, the more excited I got. I started to sway with his rhythm, his hot breath running along my butt felt so good. He then started to alternate between putting his tongue into my anus and sliding it between my legs towards my pussy. My legs were buckling under the awkward stance I had and the huge pleasure he was giving me. I almost passed out when he dragged his long tongue back from my pussy deep into my anus, and the sudden shock of moisture deep within me he seemed to be French kissing my butt hole! After a few minutes of that in which I came at least once, he stood up. I was suddenly aware of the sweat dripping from me, and the fact that I was close to another orgasm Again, he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it around my thigh, pussy and anus. "Feels good doesn't it?" he asked me. I did not have the strength in me to answer properly, all energy had gone into the incredible pleasure Sam had given me. I nodded in great content. Even though I could not see his head I could tell from his arrogant voice he was feeling smug with himself; "Good, you'll like this more." Before I could do anything he had squeezed the head of his cock into my anus. I screamed out in pain, "What are you doing?" There was no lubrication, no warning. All I could feel was my anus ripping in two. Sam was trying to push his cock further and further inside, but my anus was not meant for this, it was one thing having his tongue probe gently around there, another him forcing something that did not want to go any further. He found resistance and it seemed unable to go very far, he carried on pushing relentlessly. He was only in me a couple of inches but it was absolutely agony, "Arrrrgggghhhh, you're hurting me." "Shut up you silly little girl. I wanted to take this virginity from you. How does it feel to have your anal cherry popped?" "It hurts, get off me." "Your cunt isn't going to be tight enough for me, it needs something tight like your arse. He pumped away, it was only for a few minutes but it seemed like forever. I had no choice but to carry on leaning into the bed, my bum perfectly placed for him. My arse felt it was being ripped in two. He was only in me a few inches but it felt like he had stuffed a thick dildo up there, I wondered how on earth other women could bear it all the way in? Eventually he withdrew and relief washed over me as the pain subsided. Completely drained I flopped down onto the bed and faced him. He menaced over me, snigger spread across his face. "You fucking bastard, what have you done to me." I felt so humiliated. He had taken me places I had never been, but they were places I had never wanted to go to. Part of me felt in absolute agony, but adrenaline was rushing through me and all I cared about was hurting him as he had done to me. In a quick move he dove on top of me and dragged me completely onto the bed, He pinned my arms pinned down and I tried to keep my legs shut but within a second he had forced them open and was lying on top of me. His huge cock stood at the entrance of my pussy. I tried to fight him and struggle, but he was far too strong, I felt helpless and trapped as he sneered at me. "Get off of me." "I haven't finished with you yet. You've had your deserts but my cock wants a taste of that sweet young pussy. Anger rose in my, "Get off me you bastard. I don't want this anymore." "Ohhh, a little feistiness. I was wondering when you were going to show that." He was loving this, he was in total control. He had me trapped, my arms pinned down by his strong hands, the weight of his huge body over me. I felt so helpless, so powerless. His face inches away from me, the strong reek of alcohol nauseated me, and I suddenly realised his body stank of a mixture of mine and his sweat. His cock was at my entrance, he was going to fuck me whether I liked it or not. "Don't lie about not wanting this, your pussy is so wet." Before I knew it he had plunged his huge cock into my dripping pussy. I yelped in a mixture of shock and pleasure at how deep he forced himself into me. I bit my lower lip and grimaced in pain at how far in his cock was reaching. I tried to focus on the short sharp rhythm he was building up and tried to block out the pain. It felt like he was ripping me in two. As he continued to ram his weapon into me he made the situation a whole lot worse; "Did you know your mom loves anal. She's such a fucking slut. I used to love taking her up the arse, don't like it anymore, my cock slips right in. That's why I went for her young sweat meat of a daughter..." A slow sneer came across him as he said; "...All the sex with none of the wrinkles." "You fucking bastard, let me go NOW!" I was so upset, almost in tears. But my body had taken over now. It was too late, I was being fucked by a bastard and there was nothing I could do. I was being used and abused, and wondered why, why was I doing this? I almost chided myself, I knew why I was doing it. To get back at Mom, to feel warmth with a man as I had not done for a long time. The question should be how? How did I get to this position with me underneath Sam, how did I let it happen to me? Before long my body betrayed me and the pain started to fade and pleasure came to take its place. I even adjusted myself so that he could penetrate me even deeper, my legs aching as his weight held me down and spread my thighs. I thought I had had sex before but nothing compared to this, Sam was reaching places no one had ever been. I began to follow the furious pace he was setting and moved my hips in time with his. Every thrust, every plunge, every grunt that he made brought me closer and closer to the best orgasm I was ever going to experience, and the worst moment in my life. I stretched my legs wider to give him greater access and for him to penetrate even deeper. His hips moved at a furious pace, I was closer to cumming. My body had won over, my mind was lost to the impending orgasm. I forced out Mom, forced out my results, and forced out my doubts. I blocked out all that he had said, I blocked out it was Sam on top of me and closed my eyes and thought of only cumming. I grimaced as his teeth sunk into my breasts, his quick sharp bites hurting badly. The pain was compensated as his cock was now hitting my sweet spot. He took one of my hard nipples in his mouth and swirled it around before crunching down. Pain mixed with pleasure swept right through me, I almost fainted at the feeling. Recovering I shifted myself again and cried out as I realised that this was it, I was about to have the best orgasm of my life, and it was going to be at the hand of my Mom's boyfriend. Sam had left my breasts and moved his head to mine. I could feel his sweaty, hairy chest brush coarsely against my sensitive breasts. I looked with displeasure into his eyes, he was enjoying this so much. His hands grabbed my head and kept them still, and somehow, despite the pace his hips and body was moving he managed to slip his tongue down my throat. I tried to move my head away but his grip was firm. I felt like a little whore not wanting to be kissed, but Sam had made me feel this way. Sam made me feel so dirty and used, but so horny. His hips moved even faster, I was almost there. I stopped concentrating on his rough kisses and started to feel the orgasm build up in me. His cock pushed harder and harder into me, the grinding of his groin remorseless, my pleasure unstoppable. "Ohhhhhh..." I cried out as my whole body shook, he pounded me and I tried to hold onto his hips, I wanted him as deep into me as possible. Wave after wave hit me, I squeezed my legs together to try and keep myself as tight as possible. I managed to escape from Sam's lips and bit into his shoulder, I did not want to scream for him. Exhaustion came and went, it was still going and I was not sure I could handle it anymore. My legs trembled, arms barely clung onto him. I sank my head back and saw his lips were moving and he seemed to be saying something, my senses were frazzled, I could not make out what he was saying. The pleasure of the orgasm was slowly replaced by the fatigue of the orgasm. I lay there as Sam continued to pound me relentlessly. I hoped that he would not be long, my body was completely drained. His pace stepped up once more and I could feel he was close. I then felt his warmth inside me, his cum squirting quickly. His groin thrust at me one more time, it felt like he was trying to push me through the bed. Sam just grunted, his face contorted as he pressed hard onto me. His cum went deeper into me then I could imagine. He lay on me for a moment before wearily getting up. His warm goo started to eek out of me. He stood up and searched out for a towel. He stood over me angry, "Next time I don't want you to make such a big deal. It's just sex for fucks sake." Next time? There was no way there was ever going to be a next time. As he threw a towel over me and told me to wipe myself, I wondered if I had made the biggest mistake of my life or whether that was the best fuck in my life.