Mom's New Boyfriend

My name is Brittney. I am 19 and your average California teenager. I was raised on the beaches near LA, was into sports (and boys) and ended up going to UCLA on a swimming scholarship. That made my mom, Cathy (43 years old), very happy. She is a casting agent and divorced my father six years ago. While she is involved in the film industry and makes enough for us to live comfortably, we are by no means rich and not having to pay for college was a big plus for her.

My dad left us when I was 13 to hook up with some young blonde girl who seemed thrilled to be with an older (by 20 years) guy. I don't know why he really left. My mom was, and still is, beautiful, but maybe after 15 years of marriage they didn't click any more. Divorce was certainly the norm in our social circle and I don't think it really affected me that much. I didn't turn to drugs, alcohol or sex to dull the pain. I was already competitively swimming and that plus school took all my time.

My mom didn't start dating right away after dad left. She worked a lot and went to the gym at least 5 days a week. In LA age is no excuse for growing old. I was left primarily on my own. I wasn't a troublemaker and I guess she trusted me. She dated occasionally, but really didn't talk too much about the guys she saw. In retrospect she must have been getting her sexual needs tended to, but at least until I was in college I never really noticed. Sure I could tell when her attitude got a little bitchy that she (as my best friend described) "needed to get laid" but we didn't really talk about it.

As for me I lost my virginity my senior year in high school. I had dated the guy for a while and I admit it was more because of the peer pressure of being the last virgin in my group that I let him fuck me. My friends always told me the first time was not satisfying and they were right. I hoped it was just because he didn't know what he was doing and hoped things would get better. We broke up soon after. My next boyfriend pressured me on our second date to suck his cock. Again I am weak when it comes to peer pressure. He was good looking and told me he other girlfriend all gave him head so I did too. That was he first time I tasted cum.

My girlfriends and I had discussed that previously as well. They had mixed feelings on the subject as to enjoying the taste. I can't say I loved it, but it wasn't too bad. I did find that he was very happy after blowing his load and that made me feel good. A blowjob quickly became the end of date ritual for our meetings. He wasn't pressuring me to fuck him, which seemed weird, but my friends said that was good because then I couldn't get pregnant. And besides, "he'll never get you off as good as your fingers." I knew they were talking about masturbation, but I'd never actually done that. I played along agreeing with them.

I'm sure you know where the story goes from here. I didn't want them finding out I had never had an orgasm (or masturbated for that matter) so I quickly dispatched both problems. Damn, I thought. Why hadn't I done this earlier, I mused as I lay panting on my bed after my first cum. No I didn't become a nymphomaniac if that is what you're thinking. The end of my senior year was spent dating, partying, sucking cock and making myself cum quietly in my bedroom hoping my mom didn't hear me. Like I said, a pretty standard upbringing.

My Freshman year at UCLA brought a dorm room and roommate (even though my mom's house was just off campus the dorm was free with my scholarship and I wanted the full college experience). My roommate was a nice girl, although she seemed a bit lost in the big city. She was from Utah and wanted to major in film. I didn't have much time to worry about her. The swim team took 4 hours a day. Between that and attending classes and studying I had little time for socializing. That was OK with me for a while, but soon I needed to have my "happy finger time."

I carefully waited until my roommate was asleep and then slowly and quietly would finger my clit until I came. I found it exhilarating to be doing that while she slept just 10 feet away. I also found that going slower than I was used to caused me to tease myself and really let the orgasm build. This was new to me and I liked it. The hard part now was being silent. That too became part of the thrill. I wanted to moan and shout in ecstasy, but I couldn't.

This is how my first semester went. During Christmas break I hooked up with my friend who liked me sucking his cock so much. I convinced him to fuck me, but as I expected it wasn't that great. I fingered myself as soon as I got home. That was much better. It was during break that mom mentioned she had been dating a guy she met at the gym. As I had learned more about my sexual needs I was happy for her to have a guy to take care of her. If she met him at the gym he was probably in good shape. She wouldn't give me many details (his name was Peter and he was 46 but that was it) but she was definitely in a good mood so we know what that means.

Just after school was back in session is where our story takes a major detour. It was a Friday night like so many others. Swim practice was over and we didn't have a meet this week. I had two whole days to relax and hopefully find a good guy to hook up with at a party. About 6pm, however, I started to feel really sick. The last thing I wanted was to spend the weekend sick in the dorm so I figured I would go home. At least my mom could take care of me if I was stuck in bed. I went out to the parking lot and of course, my car would not start. Today was going from bad to worse. Apparently I had left the lights on last night.

Luckily one of my friends happened to arrive at that moment. She didn't have jumper cables but agreed to give me a ride home. Lacking a better option I grabbed some laundry I needed to do and headed out. My mom wasn't home when I got there which wasn't a big surprise. I was still feeling sick so I headed to my room, stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers. Then I remembered I brought laundry. Dang it. I got up and went down the two flights of stairs to the basement. I started my load and then trudged back upstairs to my room and back into bed. I must have fell asleep because I woke when I head the garage door opening. It was dark out. I looked at the clock and it said 1:30am. That seemed out of place for my mom, but so be it. I peaked out the window and saw a car in the driveway with a man standing next to it. This must be the mysterious Peter I presumed. I saw my mom walk out of the garage. She was staggering a bit and obviously a little drunk.

I remember thinking she shouldn't have been driving. I'd have to talk to her about that. Then I watched as she threw her arms around him and began to kiss him passionately. Instinctively I backed away from the window, although I continued to peak around the edge of my blinds. His arms were wrapped around her waist holding her up. I was shocked when she took her left hand and grabbed his right wrist. She then guided his hand under her short skirt. It was as if she was masturbating herself using his hand in the open view of our driveway. Was this really my mom I was watching?

After about 30 seconds or so she pulled his hand back out from under her skirt and began to suck his index finger. Damn, I thought, mom is definitely more sexual that I thought. She then turned and pulled him toward the garage. I heard the door begin to close. I peeked out of the window again and he was not in his car and he was not leaving. I began to panic a bit. I realized my car wasn't there and I had not called my mom. There was no way for her to know I was here. I couldn't just walk out of my room. We lived in a Cape Cod and our bedrooms were adjacent to each other. I had a pretty good idea what my mom had planned for him and I wasn't about to spoil that. I lay back down on my bed and pulled my blanket over my head.

As I said my life (and our story) took a detour that night. Although it took them about 10 minutes to come upstairs to mom's bedroom I didn't take me near that long to realize my panties were soaking wet after watching them on the driveway. In fact my fingers were already dancing over my clit before I heard her bedroom door open. I was doing my best silent masturbation technique. My mom was not so worried about being heard. I'd never heard her say a dirty word before but I did that night.

Sound travels pretty well between our walls. It travels even better when you crack your door open and your mom didn't bother closing hers because you were supposed to be at school. Between an endless chorus of "fuck me harder" and "make me your whore" which I wouldn't believe came out of my mom's mouth if you paid me, and four really good orgasms I experienced on my fingers, I realized that she was cumming while he fucked her. No only that, she was cumming hard and often.

Obviously this had not been the experience I had with the few boys I let inside of me All of a sudden juices flooded my pussy and I had the single best orgasm I ever had. I was shaking as climax after climax shattered my young, inexperienced body as I sat on the floor with my head peaking out of my bedroom door.

Peter was a champion fucker I decided. He kept up with my mom longer than I could believe. Every so often they would quiet down for a couple of minutes and then the expletives would start again. I wasn't sure what was happening during those quiet times but once I did hear him say "That's right baby. Suck that cock like the slut you were born to be." After that I had a pretty good idea what was going on. The thought that he was fucking her and then would have enough control to stop and have her suck him for a minute or two before continuing his conquest of her body had me trembling. The guys I had been with her lucky to make 10 strokes in my pussy before they squirted in the condom. Peter seemed to be in complete control. I wondered if he has a son.

I was getting worn out just listening to them and masturbating when I heard my mom yell out "You know what I want. Do it!"

Needless to say this grabbed my attention. I had been leaning against the wall next to my door, but now I crawled as quietly as I could toward her room. I knew I was taking a huge risk since her door was open. If the floorboard so much as creaked they might think somebody was breaking into the house. I got about half way there before I heard a slap. I was horrified. Why did he just hit her? Then I heard my mom moan.

Another slap, another moan echoed down the hallway. "I'll get this ass nice and red for you, baby," I heard Peter say. My mom cooed. I'd never heard her coo before. Obviously he was spanking her and she loved it. After a few more spanks her cooing had switched to throaty moans and he declared, "Your juices are really flowing now, baby. Are you ready to be my doggie?"

I wish I could have seen what was going on. My imagination gave me a good picture, but I wanted to be sure. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) my instinct not to get caught kept me from crawling all the way to mom's door. When a squeal of pleasure and the sound of fucking resumed I could picture my mom on her hands and knees while Peter took her from behind. Every so often a spank would occur again. It was always followed by a primal sound of pleasure.

"Bark like a dog for me!" I heard Peter exclaim.

WTF?!? I thought. But then I heard my mom start barking. This was getting bizarre. He was spanking her and ordering her to bark while he fucked her from behind and she was doing it. I could never look at my mom the same way again. How could she let him do that to her? Then I realized my hand was in my panties again and my mind was once again transported to admiration for his ability to make a woman come during the physical act of love. OK, the act of lust. He wasn't making love to my mom. He was fucking her. It was primal. It was animalistic. And I wanted it for myself.

I stayed in my crawling position on my hands and knees in the short hallway between out bedroom doors. I was leaning on my left forearm with my head resting on it. My ass was high in the air with my right hand busy diddling my clit. I'd already cum several times listening to them but I was intent on cumming at least once more. I opened my mouth and bit down on my arm trying to stifle a wail of pleasure. In my mind Peter was behind me instead of in my mom. He must have a big dick I imagined to be giving her that much pleasure. Will I be able to take it?

I switched from rubbing my clit to pushing two fingers into my dripping pussy. I rocked back and forth on the floor to a pretend rhythm of Peter taking me. I was lost in my own world. My juices were running down my thighs, as my panties were saturated and unable to contain them. I must have look like a complete slut writhing on the floor. My peak was coming fast. I could feel my orgasm building like a freight train gathering momentum. I wanted to hold out. I knew they would be climaxing soon. Well I knew my mom would cum based on her continuing screams of ecstasy. I couldn't believe he had not cum yet.

I tried to wait so we could have a simultaneous climax. I really thought my mom was about to go off, but then she asked, "Do I have permission to cum?" I heard him say "No, not yet," and then he spanked her twice. That did it for me. My orgasm crashed through my brain and washed over my body. I collapsed to the floor in convulsions. My fingers resumed rubbing my clit drawing the climax out as long as I could. My body shook and shook as my orgasm, once it took hold, would not let go. Later I would try to analyze why hearing my mom ask permission to cum would trigger that response in me. But at that moment no rational thought was possible. I was hyperventilating and began rolling from side to side. I was still conscious about not making any noise, but that was the only part of me that was in control.

Finally my body began to calm down. My breathing had slowed to a pant. My face and chest were flushed. My nipples were harder than they had ever been and my pussy was pulsating. Then I heard my mom ask again if she could cum. This time her voice had a much greater sense of urgency. She begged him for permission to cum.

"Give me your hands," he said. Again I wished I could see her exact position, but it was clear from the sounds emanating from the bedroom that he was really giving it to her hard and fast.

I don't know how my mom held off until he said "Now." But she did. I was still lying in the hall in a puddle of my juices when she started to cum. I imagined she was consumed much like I had been. "That's it baby. Milk my cock with your pussy. Squeeze it," I heard him encourage her. Her moans did not abate. This was getting surreal. Could she really be cumming that hard and that long? Any of my friends who thought my mom needed to get laid certainly could not have expected her to get this quality encounter.

My own orgasm had finally quelled but I had no energy to make it back to my room. My mom was babbling something about Peter being "The greatest," and then I heard a pleading "No," from the bedroom. My warped mind immediately knew he had pulled out but was mom upset that her pussy was empty or had be pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Given all I'd learned about my mom that night, anal sex was hardly out of bounds. When I heard him say "On your knees," I knew it wasn't the latter. Then I heard him moan.

I have not seen a lot of porno, but I knew what "On your knees," followed by a moan meant. I guess he was human after all and eventually needed to cum. I tried to guess how much cum he must have sprayed on my mom based on the number of times he groaned. It was hardly scientific, but my mind was so focused on what was happening in her bedroom that's what I thought about.

"You look like a glazed donut," I heard him say. What a bastard I thought. It's bad enough you gave her a facial but don't mock her with it. "Thanks Sir," I heard mom reply. "I love your cum."

What?!? She likes it? There was so much I didn't know about my mom.

"Go to sleep now baby," he told her in a soothing voice. "Let it dry on your face and I'll call you tomorrow."

I didn't hear another sound from my mom. I was clear he had fucked all the energy out of her. She'd probably sleep until noon. I began to relax thinking I would probably sleep until noon as well. My breathing was getting back to normal although my multiple orgasms had my strength zapped. Then in a panic I recognized I was still lying in the hallway in my underwear with my hand in my panties. What was the cause of my realization? Standing above me looking down at me was a very handsome man. He was wearing pants and a shirt and carrying a pair of leather dress shoes.

He looked at me and I looked at him but neither of us spoke. It was pretty obvious what I had been doing and of course he knew what he had done to my mother. Then he surprised me. Instead of walking past me or going to tell my mother, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He dropped them pulling a pair of boxer shorts with them.

There wasn't much light available, just the glow of the hallway nightlight illuminated him, but I could see his cock still glistening with my mother's juices. It wasn't hard any more. It just hung there at about half-staff. But it was calling me. It had an almost hypnotic power over me the way it just dangled in front of me. I couldn't resist the control it had over my mind. It had just given so much pleasure to my mom and in an indirect way me that I had to give it some pleasure in return.

I got up on my knees and crawled to him. He still didn't speak and I asked no questions as I took him into my mouth.

At first it didn't stir. Given the fucking he just gave my mom I guess it was too much to expect him to get hard right away. But the taste... oh the taste. I admit I've licked my own fingers after I masturbate so I wasn't totally ignorant to the flavor of a satisfied pussy. But my mom's flavor was strong. Maybe that was because I was cleaning it off his cock or maybe I was just sensitive in my post orgasmic state, but he cock was unlike any I had sucked before. Maybe licked would be a better term. I dutifully licked clean every inch of his potent weapon.

As I did the blood began to rush back to his manhood and it started to grow. I soon realized why he was so able to pleasure a woman and why my mom was so enthusiastic about having him in her bed. It soon filled my mouth and it was still growing. I had to grab the base with my hand just to hold on. I now began giving him a proper blowjob like I had done with so many of my male friends. Still his cock continued to swell.

He wrapped my hair around his hand and began to control my motions. Then is other hand joined the first. My hands were on the base of his amazing cock while I nibbled on the tip. Soon I felt him pull my head and he began to slowly thrust his cock deep into my mouth. As I began to relax his strokes lengthened and his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. I tried to relax. If I choked I knew my mom would wake up and catch me.

Peter was not taking no for an answer, even though I never tried to say the word. Even if I had he would not have been able to hear it. He tilted my head back and pushed. The tip of his cock tickled my throat at first and suddenly I took his entire length. He held my head still against his crotch. I was in no position to resist his strength or desires. My pussy was on fire again. I reached down and began playing with myself until a fresh wave of panic washed over me when I realized I couldn't breath. I'd so enjoyed the feeling of his cock I'd forgotten it was cutting off my air supply.

Peter immediately sensed my discomfort and began easing his wondrous tool out of my mouth. A string of saliva briefly floated in the air between his cock and my mouth as he released my head and pulled back. I leaned forward wanting more. He gave me a stern look and wagged his finger at me.