My Mom’s Boyfriend - Ch 03

All persons in this story are 18 and over.

I was still riding the high from those texts’ the next afternoon when the doorbell rang. Mom was at a late meeting across town and wouldn’t be back for hours. I’d just finished changing after a frustrated shower. My body wouldn’t stop aching for Simon.

I threw on a thin pink tank top with no bra and a pair of tiny grey cotton shorts that barely covered my ass, the kind I usually only wore to bed. My long brown hair was still damp and messy over one shoulder when I opened the door, stomach churning.

Simon stood there in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up over his strong forearms, looking surprised but not sorry. His dark eyes skirted over me instantly, lingering on the way my heavy breasts moved under the thin fabric, my hard nipples protruding.

“Emma,” he said, smirking. “Your mom said she’d be home early. I finished a site visit nearby and thought I’d swing by…” He trailed off, clearly aware I was alone. “She’s not here, is she?”

I shook my head, biting my lip as nervous arousal flooded between my legs. “No. She won’t be back for at least two hours.” My voice was almost breathless as I stepped back to let him in, heart racing, knees trembling.

Once the door was shut behind him, we just stared at each other for a few moments. Then Simon moved. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me hard, backing me against the hallway wall. I moaned into his mouth.

It wasn’t the careful kiss from the other night. It was hungry. His tongue pushed past my lips as one big hand slid down to squeeze my ass, pulling me against the thick bulge already straining in his trousers.

“Those naughty pictures,” he growled against my mouth. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about you. You shouldn’t have tempted me like that, Emma.”

“But I wanted to tempt you,” I whispered, rolling my hips against him. My shorts were already soaked. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Simon.”

He groaned and led me into living room, where he sat on the sofa with me straddling him, my breasts pressed against his chest. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my tits through the thin top, pinching my nipples until I whimpered, then sliding under my shorts to cup my bare ass.

“No panties?” he murmured, both surprised and pleased.

I shook my head, blushing, as one of his fingers traced along my slick folds from behind. I gasped, rocking against it. God, I was dripping wet. He groaned again when he felt how ready I was.

“Jesus, are you really a virgin?” he asked, his voice rough as he rubbed my swollen clit.

“Yes,” I breathed, grinding down on his hand. “I’ve never had a cock inside me. I’ve been waiting… saving it.”

His eyes darkened with raw lust as he pulled my tank top up and off, freeing my heavy breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, then the other. sucking hard while his fingers kept teasing my pussy. I moaned, threading my fingers through his wavy hair.

After a few minutes, he lifted me off his lap and laid me back on the sofa, peeling my tiny shorts down my legs, spreading my thighs wide. I was completely exposed, shaven, pink, and glistening as he stared at it hungrily.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmured, running his thumbs along my outer lips. He then leaned in and licked me in one long, slow stroke from my puffy entrance to my aching clit.

I nearly screamed. The sensation was overwhelming. He licked me again and again, exploring every fold, then sealed his lips around my clit and sucked gently. My hips bucked as I grabbed his hair, panting and moaning his name.

My mom’s boyfriend ate my pussy like he’d been dying to taste me for weeks. When he pushed one thick finger inside my tight hole, I came instantly, my walls clamping around him, juices coating his chin.

“Oh god, Simon! Yes!” I sobbed through the orgasm, thighs shaking.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking me through it, adding a second finger, stretching me gently while I twitched and whimpered. When I finally came down, he sat up, his face shiny with my arousal, and unbuckled his belt.

I sat up on my elbows, staring as he freed his cock. It was big. thick, and veined, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Much bigger than my hairbrush. My pussy clenched for it.

“I know you said you’re a virgin, but have you at least sucked a cock before?” he breathed.

“No, but I want to,” I whispered, wrapping a hand around his shaft as I leaned in.

I licked the head eagerly, tasting his salty, pre-cum. Encouraged by the way he groaned, I took him into my mouth, sucking gently while stroking the rest. I couldn’t fit much, but I tried, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue.

“Fuck, Emma,” he hissed, hand gently guiding my head. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

We stayed like that for a while, him caressing my tits and rolling my nipples while I sucked and licked his cock. I was so excited, expecting to lose my virginity, but then the sound of my mom’s car pulling up early outside sent us both into a frenzy of fear.

“Shit,” Simon muttered. “Its your mom.”

“Fuck!” she’s not supposed to be home yet!” I panicked.

I threw my clothes back on in a hurry, wiping my mouth while he tucked his hard cock away and tried to act normal. My legs were shaking, and my pussy was still pulsing from his fingers and tongue. We managed to sit on opposite ends of the sofa as the front door opened, pretending to be talking.

My mom walked in, smiling when she saw Simon. “Oh, we’re both early! That’s nice. Emma keeping you company?”

I smiled innocently, cheeks flushed, thighs pressed tight together so she wouldn’t smell how turned on I still was. “Yeah. We were just… chatting.”

Simon nodded, voice impressively calm. “She’s been great as always.”

Mom kissed him on the cheek, completely unaware that her boyfriend’s mouth had just been buried between her daughter’s legs.

Later that evening, Simon caught my eye across the room. His gaze was dark with promise. Next time we got the chance, I knew he wouldn’t stop at his tongue and fingers, and I wouldn’t stop at a blowjob. With Olivia already dying for every dirty detail, I couldn’t wait to tell her how close I’d come to losing my virginity to my mom’s hot boyfriend.

Two days later, I had just closed the front door when Simon’s car pulled into the driveway. Still dressed in my full school uniform, I opened the door before he could even knock. His eyes drank me in, my white blouse strained over my breasts, the short navy plaid skirt, the knee-high socks. The hunger on his face was instant lust and desire.

He stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss as his hands explored, sliding under my school skirt to squeeze my ass, then up to cup my large breasts through the blouse. We then dragged me excitedly upstairs.

In my bedroom, soft pink curtains letting in warm afternoon light, my unmade bed with its lilac duvet, posters on the walls, school books scattered on the desk, and the faint vanilla scent of my room spray, Simon sat on the edge of my bed and drew me between his legs.

He took his time undressing me gradually. He unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time, kissing every new inch of exposed skin. He pulled my bra cups down and lavished attention on my nipples, sucking and licking until I was whimpering. He then pushed my skirt up around my waist, hooked my panties aside, and ate me out slow.

Long licks, gentle suction on my clit, once again, and two thick fingers working inside me. I came so hard standing up, thighs quivering with my hands in his hair, uniform still mostly on.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed.

I dropped to the the floor and took him in my mouth, sucking him eagerly while he groaned and stroked my hair, my open blouse framing my breasts. He eventually pulled me up, stripped the rest of my clothes off, and laid me fully naked on my bed before he undressed and climbed over me.

Then came the part I had fantasised about for weeks…

Simon kissed me deeply, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his thick, erect cock resting against my thigh, hot and insistent. He took his time, rubbing the head up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit until I was lifting my hips, desperate for more.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m not going to rush this.”

He positioned himself at my entrance and began to push. The pressure was immediate and intense. Even though I was dripping wet, his girth stretched me wide. I gasped sharply, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the thick head popped inside.

“Fuck, your tight,” he breathed.

“Go slowly,” I panted, wanting it to be perfect.

Simon groaned low in his throat but kept moving slowly, feeding me another inch, then another. “That’s it… breathe for me. You’re doing so well.”

The stretch burned, a deep, aching fullness that made my toes curl. It wasn’t the quick, easy pleasure I got from my hairbrush. This was real. A grown man claiming my womanhood.

When he finally sank all the way in, hips pressed flush against me, I felt pinned, completely filled. My walls clenched around his thickness, trying to adjust. Simon stayed still for a minute, kissing my neck, my jaw, my breasts, my lips, letting me get used to him before he started moving slowly.

At first his thrusts were careful, long strokes that let me feel every inch sliding in and out. The discomfort gradually melted into deep, throbbing pleasure. But Simon was a man in his forties, experienced, hungry, and increasingly unable to hold back.

His pace quickened. His hips rolled with more power, driving into me harder, deeper. The headboard began to tap rhythmically against the wall.

“Oh god…” I moaned. Each thrust hit something inside me that made sparks shoot up my spine. He wasn’t treating me like a fragile girl anymore. He was fucking me like a woman, his woman.

His hands gripped my hips, angling me so he could drive even deeper. The wet sounds of his thick cock plunging into my soaked pussy filled my bedroom.

“Your tight little pussy is heaven, Emma. So much tighter than your mom’s,” he growled.

His words sent a dirty thrill through me. I wrapped my legs higher around his waist, opening myself completely. Simon took the invitation. He fucked me harder, one hand pinning my wrist above my head, the other squeezing my breast almost roughly. His heavier, stronger body dominated mine, making it more intense. I wasn’t in control anymore. I was being taken.

The pleasure built relentlessly. My second orgasm crashed over me without warning, stronger than the first. My back arched, my pussy clamping down around his thrusting cock as I cried out. Simon didn’t slow down. He rode me through it, grinding deeper, prolonging every wave until I was trembling and gasping for air. I suddenly felt his cock swell inside me.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum deep inside you, Emma,” he groaned. “Fill your teenage pussy for the first time.”

“Please,” I begged, voice hoarse. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

With a deep, guttural moan, Simon buried himself to the hilt and became the first guy to cum inside me. I felt every powerful spurt. Hot, thick jets of warm liquid flooding me. When he finally finished, we were both panting rapidly, sweaty, and tangled together.

He stayed inside me while he softened, kissing me lazily. I could feel his cum leaking out around him onto my sheets. My body felt used in the best possible way, sore, stretched, thoroughly satisfied, and very much no longer a virgin. Simon brushed hair from my face and looked into my eyes.

“You’re mine now, Emma,” he whispered. “But nobody can ever know about us. Not even your friends.”

Lying there in my girlish bedroom with my mother’s boyfriend still buried deep inside me, I realised I was completely smitten with him, and I couldn’t wait for more. Neither could Simon. I was now his secret girlfriend.