My Mom’s Boyfriend - Ch 04

I woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming through my pink curtains and an unfamiliar ache between my legs. My pussy felt tender and swollen, a deep, satisfying soreness that reminded me with every shift of my body what had happened.

When I slid my hand down, I could still feel the remnants of Simon’s cum dried on my thighs and leaking slowly from my well-fucked hole. I blushed hard, but my clit throbbed at the memory. I lay there in my rumpled sheets, replaying every moment Simon’s thick cock stretched and fucked me deep.

I wasn’t a virgin anymore. My mother’s boyfriend had claimed me right here in my own bed. The soreness only made me wetter. I rubbed my clit gently, hissing at how sensitive I was, and came quickly with a soft whimper, imagining it was Simon’s cock again.

At school I could barely focus. Every step sent a little reminder of him between my thighs. During lunch I dragged Olivia to our usual secluded spot behind the library. She took one look at my face and grinned.

“Oh my God. You did it, didn’t you?” I nodded, biting my lip. We sat close together on the grass, and I told her everything.

I described how Simon showed up unexpectedly while I was still in my uniform. How he ate me out with my skirt bunched around my waist. How I sucked his thick cock on my knees.

Then how he stripped me completely naked on my bed and slowly pushed every inch inside me. I told her about the burning stretch, the overwhelming fullness, and how the discomfort turned into mind-melting pleasure when he started fucking me harder.

“He wasn’t gentle the whole time,” I whispered, cheeks burning. “Once I got used to him, he took me like… like a man. He pinned my wrist down, squeezed my tits, and pounded me. It was so deep, Liv. I felt completely owned. When he came inside me I could actually feel every spurt.”

Olivia’s eyes were wide, her thighs pressed tightly together. Her breathing had grown shallow. “Fuck, Emma. That’s so hot. Are you sore today?”

“Really sore,” I admitted with a shy smile. “But I love it. Every time I move I remember his cock was there. I even fingered myself this morning thinking about it.”

She leaned in closer, her voice low and excited. “Did you like it when he got rough? God, I knew he’d fuck you like that. Older guys don’t treat you like some delicate little girl. They just take what they want.” Her hand brushed my thigh. “I’m so jealous. I’m literally wet right now hearing this.”

I laughed nervously, feeling a fresh pulse between my legs. Telling her everything in such detail turned me on all over again. I told her how Simon had said my pussy was tighter than my mom’s, how he’d kept grinding after he came, and how he promised it wasn’t a one-time thing.

Olivia bit her lip. “You have to keep fucking him. And you have to keep telling me. Every time,” she giggled.

When I got home, Mom was already in the kitchen cooking. She hugged me and asked about my day like normal. The guilt hit me for a second… until my phone buzzed.

Simon: Can’t stop thinking about how good you felt yesterday. That tight pussy was perfect. You sore, baby?

I smiled secretly and replied quickly: Very sore. But I want you again already.

Simon: Good. I’ll find a way to see you soon. Maybe even this weekend.

I slipped my phone away just as Mom called me for dinner. Sitting across from her, knowing her boyfriend had filled me with his cum less than twenty-four hours ago, sent a dirty thrill through my body. I was sore, slightly guilty, but utterly addicted.

Simon came over for dinner the next evening. Mom had invited him on a whim after he texted her he was free. Sitting at the table between them felt electric and dangerous. Every time Simon looked at me, my pussy clenched. I kept my thighs pressed together under the table, trying not to squirm.

Mom was in a chatty mood, telling us about her day at work. Simon nodded along, smiling, but his foot kept brushing mine. When Mom got up to take a shower. Simon didn’t waste a second. He pulled me into a deep kiss, his hands gripping my ass through my skirt.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured against my lips.

“I know. I feel the same way,” I panted.

Simon groaned softly and guided me down onto my knees in front of him. “Then take care of me, baby. We don’t have long.”

I didn’t hesitate. My hands shook with excitement as I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was already rock hard, veins pulsing, the head glistening. Even though my pussy ached, my mouth watered at the sight.

Thinking of the porn blowjobs I’d watched and studied, I licked up the underside, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. Simon rested his hand on the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.

“That’s it, Emma,” he breathed. “Suck my cock like a good little girl.”

I took him deeper, sucking eagerly, my cheeks hollowing. I used both hands on the thick base, stroking in rhythm with my mouth. The sounds were wet and filthy, soft slurping and my occasional muffled moans. Simon’s hips rocked gently, fucking my mouth while we listened out for my mom.

“Fuck, Emma… your mouth is incredible,” he groaned quietly. “You love this, don’t you? Sucking the cock that took your virginity while your mom is in the house.”

I moaned around him in response, taking him as deep as I could until I gagged softly. Tears pricked my eyes but I didn’t stop. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to use my mouth.

His grip tightened in my hair. His breathing grew rougher. “I’m close, baby. You gonna swallow it all?”

I looked up at him with watery eyes and nodded desperately, sucking faster. A few moments later his cock swelled between my lips. Simon stifled a deep groan then came hard, flooding my mouth with thick, hot spurts. I swallowed as much as I could, some of it leaking from the corner of my lips as I kept sucking him until he’d finished.

When he finally pulled out, I licked him clean, making sure I got every drop. Simon then helped me up and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Next time, I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy again. Fill it while your moms home.”

We quickly straightened up, and by the time my mom was back with us, freshly showered and dressed, we were both looking relatively normal, though my knees were a little shaky and I could still taste his salty sperm.