Title: Boyfriend
Keywords: mF, voy, teen, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: This frustrated housewife can't stand the cocky bastard her daughter brings home.

"There was a young lady of Troy,
Who invented a new kind of joy:
She sugared her thing
Both outside and in,
And then had it sucked by a boy."
-The Pearl No. 1

Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters are fictional and a figment of my imagination.
Constructive e-mail welcome. The character Samantha is no relation to
_the_ Samantha from the "Dream" stories.

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The Boyfriend

$Revision: 1.14 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

My name is Louise Smithyrs, and I'm the wife of a wonderful
but busy man. I am also the mother of Samantha, Sam for short, a
fifteen-year-old rebellious teenager. For three months Sam has been
seeing this boy, an eighteen-year-old grade eleven student, who I
believe is a bad influence on my daughter. As evidence - she had
begun to get bad grades, skipping school, began smoking, swearing...
I could go on for a long time, all because of this boy Joel.

I have always been known for my sweet, calm disposition, so
when Sam brought this boy home for supper, the first time her father
and I met him, I was prepared for the worst, yet planned to act civil,
even if I thought my only daughter was sleeping with this delinquent.
After several arguments, which left the whole house feeling nervous
and uneasy, I finally agreed to let Joel over.

As I thought, the boy that she was holding hands with in the
foyer of our home looked just as I feared. He had long hair, unshaven
beard, thin face and pale complexion. His torn jeans showed more than
they hid, and he had a gleam in his eye that I immediately didn't
like. He shook my hand - it was warm and dry, and he lingered for
what seemed like a long time. They went to the living room to await
dinner, and I went to the kitchen to get the supper set.

I finished what needed to be done, mindlessly, while thinking
of how to get my beloved daughter away from that loser. The way she
hung over him, always kissing his neck, the mindless giggle she did
whenever he spoke - it all grated upon my nerves. My daughter
deserved better than "that". She was gorgeous and smart and could be
anything she wanted, if only she didn't get into the wrong crowd.

Our home life was mediocre, boring. It was the life I chose
after having a father that moved all over the world and who was rarely
home, since he was in the army. Sure, I was unsatisfied with my lot
in life, but wasn't about to throw that away. I had lived the way I
had for sixteen years, mostly for my daughter, to give her the home
life I never had.

I called everyone to the dining room. With the swinging door
wide open I began to lift a plate heaped with food onto the large
round table. I was about to get the last platter with the roast beef
when I noticed Joel was sitting next to my spot, and able to see out
the kitchen. I didn't think much of it at the time.

The first indication that something was wrong was when I felt
like I was being watched as I was bent over the oven pulling out the
still hot roast, an almost physical touch as I could feel eyes looking
at my bum. I turned around while still bent over, my hands busy.
There was Joel, his eyes gleaming as he stared unabashed at my round
bottom. He noticed my startled look and smiled into my surprised
eyes, then smugly returned to studying my ass.

My hand slipped from the tray, but luckily I caught it before
a real mess happened. Quickly I set the pan down on the counter,
still feeling the boy's eyes on my backside. I inventoried my clothes
- was there something he could see? Nothing. I was wearing a loose
summer skirt and blouse, flat shoes and had my hair tied up in the
back. Just before I was about to lift the platter to the dining room,
I realized the sunlight streaming in from the large window above the
sink was filtering through my thin skirt and allowing the boy a
glimpse of my shape. Of course I was wearing underwear, so nothing
could actually be seen, except perhaps my bright white panties, but I
knew my indications of the young man had been right.

Joel watched me walk all the way into the dining room, his
eyes not leaving my long still-thin legs and crotch area. I almost
lost my step as my left foot tripped over my right. Luckily, again I
missed having a terrible mess. The large oval plate was set down
between my daughter and her boyfriend. My husband complemented my on
the meal he hadn't begun yet, while handing me the carving knife and
fork, giving me the honours.

The three of them were making small talk when I thought I felt
the bottom of my skirt move. I froze for a second then returned to
cutting the large juicy roast. Softly and gently a warm hand lay on
the back of my lower thigh. Joel was touching me. I stopped carving
and looked down at the little snot, and had to control myself when he
smiled innocently at me - brave since I was still holding a large
knife. What should I do? Tell my husband, scream rape, carve up the
"turkey"?

I went back to the roast and ignored the hand, hoping he would
tire and drop it. Besides, it hadn't moved an inch. I knew now would
not be a good time to convince my daughter of her boyfriend's devious
ways. Later would be better, easier on her, since even I remember the
hurt of losing a young love.

My teeth bit into my bottom lip as his rough hand slid up the
back of my thigh. I almost screamed my hurt and frustration was he
slid up to cup my left buttock in a firm grip. I had figured the
little shit would be as nervous as I when he touched me - just
overactive hormones. But I was wrong. He was dangerous, and I had to
get rid of him somehow without hurting Sam, and fast.

I could feel my face flush, and I struggled to finish the
roast, hoping to get this meal over as fast as possible. The hand was
pushing itself into the crack of my ass, pressing the cotton panties
and two fingers deep into the crevice until I felt it press against
the hard bud of my anus. He didn't stay there long, but took his
fingers out of my crack and expertly slipped them under the elastic
leg band of my panties. His hand was now cupping a naked warm
buttock, squeezing hard, pulling them apart, slapping silently. I
knew no one could see his movements behind me, yet hoped.

I tightened my ass cheeks and pressed my legs together, not
wanting him to explore lower into my groove. He had been about to
slide his fingers into the crack when I tightened my still-muscular
cheeks. I again looked down, and had to control myself, feeling the
urge to stick the fork into his eye. He surprised me with a painful
pinch on my full ass, and I jumped.

My answer to my husband's obvious question was that I had
almost cut my finger. He believed me, and since I was almost done, he
let me finish.

Well, Joel had succeeded in getting his fingers into my ass
crack; one was even trying to enter my tight virgin anus. I tried to
ignore the humiliation I felt as my backside was opened for his
amusement. I felt his thick digit enter a full inch into my tight rear
hole, and held back tears of rage and pain.

Finally, I finished carving the meat and pulled away from his
grasp, sitting down in my seat. My husband said grace, and then we
all dug into the meal. I half expected the little-shit to again grab
my thigh, but since my leg was under the table I could easily stab him
with a fork. But he ignored me and spoke charmingly to my husband and
daughter.

A movement in the corner of my eye caused me to turn towards
Joel and my daughter. Joel had turned his chair towards me slightly,
giving me a view of his lap. And there over his crotch was my
daughter's dainty little hand, rubbing along the obvious bulge in his
pants. Neither of their faces revealed anything, except he turned
towards me and flashed a smile of triumph my way.

God, I hated him!

I had to get rid of him as soon as possible, to prove to my
daughter what kind of boy he was. If nothing else he was definitely
lacking in the social graces. And my daughter was too good for him.
My eyes continued to look upon the sight of Sam's hand stroking the
large man-organ inside the boy's pants. A part of me, deep inside,
wanted to see what it looked like.

Supper over, my husband made his apologies and left to go to
work. Sam said they were going to a movie, but Joel interrupted and
asked to see her room. Of course my daughter agreed - she coddled the
little shit. He sat while my daughter helped clear the table,
something she never did.

Joel patted my behind as I walked by. I spun about to
verbally abuse him when he spoke up. "You're a gorgeous broad Mrs.
Smithyrs - great ass!" My face must have shown my hate. "Next I want
to feel those big titties of yours!" His smile showed his fearless
lust. Just when I was about to tell the shit to go to hell, Sam
walked in. I went to the kitchen and didn't go back into the dining
room until I heard the two of them close the door to my daughter's
room.

I know I was unnecessarily sneaking around and should have
just thrown the bugger out, but something inside me caused my heart to
pump wildly. I sneaked down the hall to my daughter's room; I could
hear Joel's deep voice but couldn't make out the words. So I crept
around to the spare bedroom and the adjoining bathroom to Sam's room.

The door to my daughter's room was open slightly, and I could
hear Joel talking. "Wider, babe, show me how it's done." I reached
the door and peeked around the corner. I almost fainted to the
bathroom floor.

There, lying on her bed, was my daughter; her jeans were off
and her panties around only one ankle. Sam's right hand was sliding
up and down the length of her spread crotch, her legs as wide as she
could get them. Unfortunately, she was facing me.

Joel was sitting near the end of the bed facing my daughter,
studying her. "You're a great piece of tail, Sam, a woman of
twenty-five couldn't be better looking. Slide a finger up your
snatch, girl!"

Two pairs of eyes watched as my daughter slid a finger up her
slightly-open vagina, and when she withdrew it, it was coated with a
clear film of juice. My daughter was masturbating with that slime
watching her, ordering her. If there was a gun in the house, I
believe I would have shot him.

I realized Joel had turned his head and was staring right at
me. "Open your legs wider, Sam, give me a good show," he ordered,
while smiling his contempt. Slowly, without taking his eyes off me,
he lay down next to my daughter's body, his free hand lifting up her
tee-shirt and pulling down her bra. My daughter's little pointy
breasts wiggled freely. He just continued to stare at me while
bending down to suck on the closest nipple, his hand going to the
other nipple and roughly pinching it.

This all was for me to see. Joel had planned on this show,
not for himself since I was sure he had already experienced my
daughter's charms. But now he wanted mine.

His hand left her nipple and slid down to Sam's almost-
hairless crotch, and without slowing down he pushed his middle finger
into her vagina, sinking it all the way. Obviously my daughter was no
virgin. For the first time my daughter spoke, or rather moaned, "I
love you, Joel... yes, deeper, baby...I'll do anything...I'll show you
I'm better than all the rest..."

All the rest? I believe she was trying to act older than her
fifteen years, perhaps to feel like part of the crowd. To fit in.

"Of course you'll show me, Sam. You know I like my bitches
slutty."

"Yes, Joel, anything!" She moaned, wiggling around on the
bed, as his finger simulated a penis driving into her sex. "Let me
come for you, see how wet I am? Just for you, babe."

He continued to watch me. "Damn, you're hot, babe, your cunt
is so fucking tight!" He bit her nipple, causing her to wince. "Time
to get on your knees, slut. Show me that ass!" As if she was an
automaton, she rolled over breathlessly and pulled her knees up under
her, letting her shoulders lay on the pillow. "Arch your back, slut -
show me your best feature."

Joel was kneeling next to my daughter's round ass. Her back
was indeed arched downward, causing her ass to round outwards and her
ass crack to widen all the way to her vagina. He pulled her lower ass
cheek apart, letting me view my own daughter's slimy wet cunt hole. I
was disgusted and infatuated at the same time.

"You're fucking wet, babe!"

"Yes..."

"Shit, it's sliding down your thighs." It was. "Perhaps I
could help you somehow?" He was baiting, and she took the hook
groaning and wiggling her ass seductively. Definitely not the
Samantha I knew. "Yup, a tight wet cunt like yours would feel good
wrapped around my hard cock. Wouldn't it, girl?"

"God, yes...!"

He again turned to me, his finger sliding into her sex. "You
sure, babe, since your mom is only down the hall? We wouldn't want to
be disturbed?" That stopped her moaning, causing her to return to
reality, thinking. "Of course, a mature woman wouldn't give a shit
who was in the next room as long as she pleased her man!"

"Fuck me, babe." She didn't sound convinced, but still
excited.

"Perhaps I better see if she's busy" - meaning me - "I'll be
right back." He stood and went to the door. "While I'm gone, I want
you to finger that cunt of yours - keep it wet for me!"

"Yes Joel." She sounded lost.

I backed out of the bathroom as I heard Joel exit my
daughter's room. I went back to the kitchen - he wasn't there - and
to the dining room. He was sitting regally in the hard-backed chair,
smiling as he waited for me.

"You're a hot bitch, aren't you? Just like your daughter" -
he held up his little finger - "who is wrapped around my finger.
Perhaps you would like to be wrapped around something?" He grabbed
his bulge in his jeans. My knees almost gave out - I honestly didn't
know what to do. I was shaking with anger and excitement. I could
feel the dampness coating my cotton panties. I knew my voice wouldn't
work even if I knew what to say. I felt like killing him and fucking
him at the same time.

Thinking back I can't believe I actually got excited at this
little shit, as he was totally opposite from my type. Perhaps it was
the way my daughter let him talk to her, the way he brazenly radiated
sex. I don't know.

When I didn't say anything he stood up and his hand went to my
neck. At first I didn't know what he was doing until he pushed my
blouse aside. "You want to fuck me, don't you, bitch." It wasn't a
question. He pushed the blouse off my shoulders and then walked
around me. I could feel his warm hands on my back and on the bra. He
unhooked it and the bra fell immediately to my feet. Joel reached
around and hefted a large breast in each of his hands. Roughly he
squeezed them, pushed them together, fingered the hard nipple and
slapped the tender skin. All the while I didn't resist one bit.

He whispered into my ear, "You know I'm going to fuck you,
don't yea?" He pinched my nipple, hard, when I didn't answer him. It
hurt.

I mumbled, "Yes."

Then he pushed me hard, and I fell to my hands and knees; his
foot came up and pressed against my back. "That's it, slut, on your
knees like a dog in heat!" I hated him.

Joel went back to his chair, while I froze on the floor,
waiting for him to tell me what he wanted. Pitiful.

"Crawl over here and take out my cock!" Again an order, and
again I didn't refuse. Slowly, on hands and knees, I walked over to
kneel between his wide-stretched knees, my breasts swaying under me
with every step. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of his jeans.
Frantically I pulled them down and dug through his underwear, bringing
out his large hard cock. It was bigger than I had ever seen, just as
I suspected when I saw the bulge at dinner. He must have seen the
look in my eyes. "He's big, ain't he? Now suck it, bitch!"

My eyes measured the proportions of the young man's cock -
seven-and-a-half to eight inches of gorgeous man-meat. Roughly the
young man clenched at my long hair and pulled me towards his cock. My
tightly-closed lips touched the hard velvet tip of his sex, and he
wiggled my head against him, trying to force himself into my mouth.
When he realized I wasn't about to give up without a fight, he pulled
my head up and with his other hand slapped me hard on my face.

Again he pulled me down on his sex, and this time my mouth
opened and the hard meat slid silently into and down my throat.
Truthfully, my mouth had been watering since first seeing the
throbbing passion pole, but only my honour had kept me from giving in
too quickly. I barely controlled the reflex muscle in the back of my
throat from gagging, as his penis head hit the back of my throat. I
could smell his man sweat, rancid and thick, my nose pressed into his
thick patch of coarse pubic hairs.

I was deep-throating Joel's long thick cock, and loving it!

His hand roughly pulled me up by the hair and then forced it
down again. I allowed it; while acting passive I was truly playing a
duel role, not wanting him to realize I was enjoying the sexual
punishment I was receiving.

I sensed movement in the corner of my eye.

Samantha was standing in the doorway to the dining room. Her
face showing her disgust and hate at the scene before her. I saw that
she had hurriedly dressed before coming out, though she didn't wear
any bra and her tee-shirt wasn't tucked into her jeans. I remembered
that I hated this young punk, and that my job as a mother was to
protect my child; it was a natural instinct. I stretched my eyes up
to peer at his face - his eyes were clenched closed and his head back
enjoying the oral sensations he was receiving.

I wondered what was going to happen when I felt the penis
quickly get slightly larger, the head expanding wide, while his balls
were jerking spasmadically. The boy's hand pulled my face off his
lap, while his cock shot his load onto my face and his lap.

My daughter watched as her mother was "forced" to coat her
lips and face with the white thick goo. I forced a hateful look on my
face, trying to pull away from the strong grip. Finally I did, and I
fell onto my side, covering my breasts, pulling my knees up to my
chest and whimpering.

Loudly my daughter yelled, "You fucking ass hole! You God-
damned jerk! Get the fuck out of my house!" I couldn't see but could
hear her slap the large boy, trying to kick him out of our house.
Unknown to anyone but me, my hand slid between my legs and a finger
slid up and down the length of my slit, centring on my clitoris. I
needed to come bad!

"Sam, she wanted me, babe...She's not even my type..." I
heard another slap. "I would never fuck another cunt besides you..."
Wrong thing to say.

"Y-you raped my mother! You fucking pig!" The sounds of the
couple were close to the front door.

He was getting mad. "Look, the bitch asked for it, she needed
to feel good. Your old man probably can't even get it up anymore."

My daughter loved her father more than anything; he was a
saint to her. I heard a loud "oof", then the door slammed shut.

All was quiet!

My daughter came over and knelt next to me, I could hear the
sound of her crying softly, she laid a small hand gently on my
shoulder. I began to cry hysterically while saying between sobs, "He
forced me...don't tell your father, it'll kill him...he hurt me so
bad..." I sat up and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, my face
buried in her neck. I was conscious of my large breasts pressing
against her own soft chest. "Just hold me...I feel so dirty..." My
clitoris was itchy and I wanted to give it attention but couldn't. "I
love you!" I poured out my soul, then broke down and cried loudly.

Sam also cried - she whispered sorry over and over, her hands
gently stroking my long hair and warm back trying to calm me, but only
succeeded in upsetting herself.

I knew I had won!

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