Mom’s Boyfriend Ch 02

I met my mom’s boyfriend and fell head over heels for him, leading to me playing a very exciting yet dangerous game.

All persons in this story are 18 and over.

Mom had made her famous lasagna, and the three of us sat around the dining table just like the first time Simon came over. Only now I was dressed like I wanted to be noticed.

My tight white t-shirt hugged my full, teen breasts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how stiff my nipples were from the way Simon kept looking at them. My short pleated skirt rode up my smooth thighs whenever I crossed and uncrossed my legs unnecessarily.

Mom chattered away happily, completely oblivious, refilling Simon’s wine glass and laughing at his stories about work. He was charming as ever. Deep voice, easy smile, that broad chest filling out his button-down shirt.

Under the table, I brushed my foot against his once, then again. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he let my bare toes rest against his ankle for a second. I felt so naughty and turned on flirting with my mom’s boyfriend in front of her.

“You look incredible tonight, Emma,” Simon said casually, when Mom got up to check on dessert in the kitchen. His dark eyes locked on mine, then dropped openly to my generous chest.

My cheeks burned. “Thank you,” I whispered, biting my lower lip. I reached for the water jug, letting my breasts press against the edge of the table. The way his gaze fixed on me made my pussy throb. I was already wet again, that familiar warm moisture soaking into my panties.

When Mom came back with plates of warm apple pie, the conversation turned normal again. But the tension between Simon and me crackled. Every time she turned her head or went to the sink, he’d steal another look at my cleavage, my thighs, the way my hair fell over my shoulders.

I loved it. I wanted him to imagine peeling my clothes off, feeling my large, teenaged breasts, sucking my hard nipples, spreading my virgin legs, and finally giving me what my body had been aching for. Sex. A hard cock.

After dinner, Mom suggested we watch a movie in the living room. She curled up against Simon on the big sofa while I took the armchair across from them, tucking my legs under me, so my skirt slipped higher. The lights were low. Halfway through the film, Mom’s phone rang, her friend calling about some family drama again. She sighed and took the call into the kitchen.

The moment she was gone, Simon looked straight at me. “Emma… you’re playing a very dangerous game,” he murmured, voice low and rough as his eyes roamed over me shamelessly.

My heart raced with excitement. I parted my thighs a little more, knowing he could see the shadow between them. “Maybe I like playing very dangerous games. Simon,” I teased him, my nipples aching against my shirt, clit pulsing for his attention.

He shifted on the sofa, adjusting himself discreetly. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable. God, he was big. The thought of that thick cock stretching my tight little pussy made me squeeze my thighs together, desperate to feel him breaking me in.

Before either of us could say more, Mom’s voice carried from the kitchen, she’d be a few minutes. Simon didn’t waste the chance. He stood up and walked over to my chair, towering above me. Up close, he smelled masculine and clean, driving me crazy.

“You’re beautiful and young, Emma,” he whispered, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from my face. His fingers lingered on my cheek, then traced my jaw. I tilted my head up, lips parted, breathless. He glanced toward the kitchen then bent down to kiss me.

It was a soft, careful kiss. I whimpered into his mouth, then suddenly his tongue was sliding against mine. One big hand cupped the back of my head while another rested on my bare thigh, sliding slowly upward under my skirt.

“But I’m your mom’s boyfriend, and old enough to be your father. Or is that what turns you on, little lady?” he whispered, stopping his fingers just short of my soaked panties, knowingly teasing the soft, sensitive skin there.

I moaned quietly, my virgin pussy clenching with dire need. “

I nodded frantically, too turned on to feel shame. “I touch myself thinking about you every night. I hear you fucking Mom and I wish it was me.”

His eyes flashed with lust. He looked ready to pull me upstairs right then, but we heard my Mom ending her call. He straightened quickly, adjusting his obvious erection, and returned to the sofa just as she walked back in.

The rest of the evening was agony. Mom snuggled into him again, none the wiser, while I sat there with soaked panties and trembling legs, replaying that kiss, that touch. Simon kept staring like he wanted to devour me.

When it was finally time for him to finally leave, he wasn’t staying this night, Mom walked him to the door. I hung back, but as he said goodbye, he looked over her shoulder straight at me, at my tits and then at my face.

“See you soon, Emma,” he said, his voice carrying a promise that made my stomach do somersaults.

That night, after Mom went to bed, I lay naked on my sheets again, legs spread wide. This time I didn’t need the hairbrush right away. I rubbed my swollen clit in slow circles, replaying every second. His tongue in my mouth, his hand under my skirt, the massive outline of his cock. I imagined him sneaking into my room, pinning me down, and finally pushing every thick inch inside my dripping virgin hole.

I came hard, biting my pillow to stay quiet, my pussy gushing around my fingers as I whispered his name over and over, knowing from the way Simon had kissed me, he wanted it too. The only question was, how long would he wait to take what I wanted to give?

The next day at school, I could barely concentrate. My mind kept replaying Simon’s kiss, the rough warmth of his palm sliding up my thigh, the way his voice dropped when he called me beautiful. My panties were damp again by second class. I sat through English shifting restlessly in my seat, my short uniform skirt doing nothing to help the constant low throb between my legs.

At lunch I found Olivia at our usual table by the windows. She took one look at my face and grinned. “Okay, spill. You look like you got fucked last night and you’re still thinking about it.”

I blushed hard and glanced around before leaning in. “Not quite,” I whispered. “But… something happened.”

Olivia’s eyes lit up. She was my opposite in a lot of ways—slim, blonde, with sharp green eyes and a wicked sense of humour, but we’d been inseparable since we were ten. She leaned closer, her lunch forgotten.

“With Simon? Oh my God, Emma. Tell me everything.”

I told her. The way I’d dressed for him, the foot teasing under the table, Mom’s phone call, and then Simon kissing me right there in the living room while his hand crept under my skirt. I described how wet I’d been, how I could feel the huge bulge in his jeans, and how I’d fingered myself raw afterward moaning his name into my pillow.

Olivia listened with her mouth slightly open, cheeks flushing. When I finished she let out a shaky breath. “Holy shit. Your mom’s boyfriend actually kissed you? While she was in the house?” She squeezed her thighs together under the table. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “I know it’s wrong. She’d kill me. But Liv… I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. Every time I hear them through the wall I get so jealous I could cry. I want him to be the one who takes my virginity. I keep imagining him filling me up.”

Olivia’s hand found mine under the table and gave it a squeeze. Her voice dropped even lower. “Then you should go for it. Tease him more. Send him a pic or something,” she encouraged.

“You think I should go for it then?” I asked excitedly.

“Yeah!” she laughed again. She traced little circles on the back of my hand with her fingers. “But if you actually fuck him, you have to tell me every single detail. I want to know how big he is, how he tastes, what it feels like when he cum’s inside you. Promise?”

“Promise,” I whispered, my face burning. The thought of sharing those intimate, filthy details with Olivia only made me more excited.

After school I went home to an empty house. Mom was working late. I took a long shower, shaved everything smooth, and spent ages in front of the mirror admiring my heavy breasts and the way my ass filled out my tiny shorts. Then I did something bold.

I took a mirror selfie in just my white lace bra and matching thong, my nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, my thighs pressed together to show the little wet spot already forming. Before I could chicken out, I sent it to Simon with a simple message.

“Thinking about you kissing me with your hands on me again. Love Em X.”

I threw my phone on the bed and waited, heart pounding. Ten agonising minutes later it buzzed.

“Jesus Christ, Emma. You’re going to get me into so much trouble. But look incredible. Delete these. But send more.”

I grinned, arousal flooding through me so strongly my knees felt weak. Olivia’s words echoed in my head. Tease him more. I took another photo, this time pulling my bra down to expose one full breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers. I sent that too. His reply came faster this time.

“Fuck. I’m at work and now I’m hard as a rock. Your mom and I are supposed to go out tonight but… I can’t stop thinking about how tight you must be.”

I moaned out loud in my empty room and slid my hand into my thong, rubbing my slick folds as I typed back one-handed.

“I’m still a virgin. I’ve been saving it for someone who knows what he’s doing.”

The three dots appeared, disappeared, then. “We need to be careful. But I want it too. Soon. Show me your beautiful tits in all their glory.”

I sent him a topless photo of just my large, firm breasts, then came on my fingers, imagining Simon’s thick cock finally pushing into me, claiming what my mother thought was hers. When I caught my breath, I called Olivia and told her what I’d done. She made me describe every message, every photo.

“God, Emma,” she whispered. “This is so bad… but I’m so excited for you.”

Simon was coming over again in two days. This time, I wouldn’t just wait for a stolen moment. With Olivia’s wicked encouragement ringing in my ears, I was ready to push things further. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted his mouth. And more than anything, I wanted him to finally fuck me… his girlfriend’s eager, dripping wet virgin daughter.