My Mothers Beau Ch. 01

When I met my mothers new boyfriend for the very first time, he sensed pretty quickly that I was going to be trouble. The evidence was in my smile and twinkling blue eyes when we shook hands. I couldn't help it. I was only eighteen, but I had some weird thing going on at the time, which attracted me to older, handsome men. Maybe I had daddy issues or something.

Richard was forty-five, tall with broad shoulders and wavy black hair. His eyes were a beautiful hazel green and his smile was worthy of being on the red carpet. And then there was his voice. Deep and smooth, sending shivers down my spine. He was simply gorgeous, but he was my mothers boyfriend and old enough to be my dad.

When he stayed over on weekends, I was excited to see him and hear his voice. He wasn't just eye-candy, Richard was articulate and intelligent too. I enjoyed talking to him about general topics. My mother and I weren't close. She would often frown at me behind his back, a signal for me to clear off. That annoyed me, so I started dressing accordingly to grab Richard's attention.

I wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden, but puberty had ripened me into a curvaceous young woman. A blue-eyed brunette with curved hips, a narrow waist, and full breasts, which complimented each other. I was single but I wasn't a virgin. For Richard's visits, I began to wear shorter skirts with halter tops or v-neck t-shirts. He wasn't the only one to notice the telling change in my attire.

"Jemma!" my mother scolded me one day, shortly before her beau was due to visit. "You're not a little girl anymore! Go back upstairs and cover up! Now!"

My way around that one was to only show myself once her boyfriend was inside the house. It made my mother more furious. But she wouldn't say anything in front of Richard, who couldn't stop stealing glances at my smooth legs and inviting cleavage. In fairness to him, he never acted like a creepy weirdo. I was the creepy one for flirting with him.

I have no idea what I expected to happen. But the more he looked at me, when my mother wasn't around, the more fuel he poured onto the fire of lust and desire that was burning inside me, or rather between my legs. In hindsight, I am very fortunate that he wasn't a creepy weirdo. I could have been seriously hurt.

It goes without saying that Richard became the sole focus of my sexual fantasies, especially when I was in bed, caressing my body and clit to orgasm, listening to him having sex with my mother. I was so jealous. I knew I was. But even then, I still didn't know what I wanted exactly. I was so wrapped up in thought and desire, all I could think about was him kissing and fucking me.

It was deluded, adolescent thinking, but it was powerful. So powerful, I actually slipped out of bed once and listened outside my mothers bedroom. I stood on the landing in just a pair of panties, caressing my swollen mounds of flesh while I stroked my pussy to a climax, wishing I was the one moaning like a whore with Richard's cock inside me.

He was around six-foot. He had big feet and big hands, so I assumed he had a big something else too. I couldn't remember any of my mothers previous boyfriends making her emit those sorts of carnal noises before. Lucky bitch. I needed my own boyfriend. One around my own age.

But guys my age didn't look at me the way older men did, or speak to me the way Richard did. They were only interested in my big boobs and my reputation for giving good head. Their idea of sex came from the awful, degrading porn they binge watched. Plus, they were clueless when it came to foreplay and how to last longer than a few minutes.

My mother always sounded worn out and satisfied before Richard grunted. I wanted him to grunt his release inside me. I believed it would be amazing to have him between my legs, fornicating with my younger, softer body, penetrating me to an earth shattering climax with his cock throbbing deep inside my tighter pussy, filling me with his thick, creamy load.

I finally made my move one Sunday morning, when I overheard my mother telling Richard that she would be gone for around two hours, and not to worry about me, I didn't usually surface until around 11am. Well, not that day I didn't. I assumed she had gone food shopping and left Richard alone in the house with me. It was the first time it had ever happened.

I was actually soothing my morning arousal beneath the bed covers when I heard her leave. I quickly slid my naked body out of bed and put on a pair of tight pink panties and a pink sleepwear blouse. I took them off during the night because it was too hot. I then brushed my long, brown hair and unfastened the top two buttons of the blouse.

With my heart racing, I entered the kitchen, excitedly nervous, and found Richard sat down at the table. A cup of coffee in one hand, scrolling his phone in the other, clothed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I suddenly became weak at the knees, surprised my mother allowed him to bare so much skin outside of her bedroom.

He was so fit and hot for his age. A lot of my friends dads had pot belly's and man-boobs. One or two had sexy, attractive qualities, but nothing like Richard. As if living in a princess world, I beamed as I passed through the kitchen doorway.

"Morning, Richard. Where's the dragon?" I asked with a pearly white smile.

He chuckled. "Don't call her that, Jemma. She's your mother. And good morning to you. She has gone food shopping, said she'll be a couple of hours."

"Interesting," I smiled flirtatiously, sauntering over to the coffee machine on adrenaline.

"Did you forget to get dressed when you got out of bed?" he chuckled again, but I caught his gaze fixed on my peachy buttocks when I glanced over my shoulder at him.

"I could say the same to you," I grinned.

"Fair one," he laughed.

"Do you want a refill?" I offered, walking to the table with a fresh pot in my hand. His eyes skirted the length of my scantly clad body, lingering just below the hemline of the blouse.

"Sure," he replied suspiciously.

I was a nervous wreck and my arousal was evident. My panties were moist with desire and two prominent points poked through my blouse. As Richard held his cup out, I stood closer and leaned forward slightly, putting my cleavage in his direct line of sight while I poured the coffee. He was resilient.

"Thanks, Jemma. Do you have any plans today?" he asked nonchalantly, pretending his mind wasn't focussed elsewhere.

"I might go back to bed," I smirked mischievously, sitting opposite him, catching his twinkling eyes stealing another glance at my mound, protruding through the fabric of my panties.

As we drank coffee and talked about the days plans, the weather, and other stuff neither of us were interested in, I made every physical effort to flirt with him. I sat back in the chair, twirling a few strands of hair with a finger. I leaned forward with my elbows on the table, squashing my breasts together. I even took the coffee pot back to the machine, just so he could look at my lower half again. But nothing seemed to work.

In my naivety, I expected Richard to come onto me somehow. To tell me I was attractive and then drag me up to my bedroom. We could have done it on the kitchen table, on the floor, or over the countertop, I wouldn't have stopped him taking me in any of those positions. But of course he didn't. He instead told me to go away without telling me to go away.

"Well, Jemma, as much as I have enjoyed our coffee together, and I know it's a Sunday, but I have some very important work emails to catch up on."

Richard reached down beside him and pulled a laptop out of a bag. I couldn't believe it. He smiled knowingly at the sulky expression on my face. He knew he could have me if he wanted. My pride was wounded. I sarcastically told him to have fun and left the kitchen. I was so annoyed, I couldn't even return to my bed and finish soothing my morning arousal. Men!

Stood in front of my bedroom mirror, my brown locks cascading down my back, framing my freckled, oval face and big blue eyes, I cupped my breasts over the blouse and pushed them together. What worked on younger guys was never going to work on my mothers older boyfriend. I felt so stupid.

"What's wrong, Richard? Don't you like me?" I spoke to my reflection, still holding my breasts together. "Don't you like my boobs? You can open my blouse and feel them if you want," I giggled childishly. "They are firmer than my mothers," I laughed cruelly.

I let go of my breasts with a frustrated sigh and stood gazing at my reflection. I was a mess emotionally. I couldn't find a decent boyfriend, never mind a good one. I hated it when my friends went out as couples and I stayed home. I was invited, but no thanks. Who wants to be the odd one out? The sad one out.

I gathered the hemline of the blouse and raised it a few inches, exposing my pantie covered mound to the mirror. It really was protruding. I laughed at the outline of my tight labia pressing into the fabric. I touched it softly, feeling how warm and moist I was. I needed a shower... and to relieve my pent up sexual frustration while I was at it.

"Come on, Richard. Don't you want to put your cock inside my sweet little pussy? Look at her... she's gagging for it." I laughed once more. It was time to sort myself out in the shower. But then his voice came to me from out of nowhere.

"I like you a lot. You are a very beautiful young woman."

I dropped the hem of the blouse and turned towards the voice. "Richard!"

"Hello again, Jemma," he chuckled.

"How long have you been standing there for?" He was stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

"I decided to hell with my work emails. I came upstairs for a shower and to get dressed... but then I overheard you talking to yourself. You door wasn't exactly closed."

"I... I... Uh..." I stammered.

Richard smiled, entering my bedroom without asking. I froze like a statue, feeling every breath and heartbeat as he walked towards me. I stopped breathing when he stood over me and stroked the side of my face with his finger, gently tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear. Calm and collected, he was in complete control.

"To answer your question," he said softly, staring into my eyes. "I do like your boobs, Jemma. And if your offer still exists, I'd very much like to open your blouse and feel them," he smirked, bringing his fingers up to the buttons of my blouse, that were yet to be undone.

"Uh..." I croaked, unable to move, yet my entire body was quivering. Not from fear, but from an overwhelming level of arousal and nervousness mixed into one.

"Tell me to stop and I will, okay?" he whispered, unfastening the third button down from the top.

The blouse only had six buttons in total. I barely nodded as our eyes locked. Then Richard went down my body slowly, undoing the remaining buttons until the blouse parted, leaving a vulnerable opening right down the middle. I gasped, my breath caught in my diaphragm as his gaze gravitated downward to my full chest.

Without a word, but with his own breathing suddenly coming in short rasps, my mothers boyfriend slowly opened my pink blouse. I closed my eyes and exhaled, trembling. He slipped it across my shoulders and pulled it firmly down my arms, exposing my breasts to him.

"Big and beautiful," he whispered. "But you do have your mothers genes."

Closing my eyes heightened my senses. I could smell and hear him more clearly, then I felt him, his big hands on my soft flesh. A bolt of electric pulsed up my spine when he cupped my firm, teenaged mounds from underneath. I heard him exhale a breath, full of excitement, then I felt his thumbs swirl around my taut, bullet like nipples.

"Look at me, Jemma," he whispered again. My eyes opened slowly. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. I never wanted anything so badly in my life.

"Yes," I nodded, heart pounding, feeling as if I were in a dream.

"Ok," he smiled, bringing his mouth closer to mine.

My eyes drifted closed again. Wow, Richard was kissing me. His soft lips pressed against my full ones, his tongue slipped inside to meet mine, initiating a slow, sensual dance while his hands gently massaged my breasts. It was the most tentative level of attention anyone had ever given them. I melted under his delicate touch, right there in my bedroom.

He then kissed my neck and throat, seductively moving his mouth down onto my chest.

A few minutes passed. Richard let go of my breasts and took me in his arms, pushing me back against the wall. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him passionately as the temperature increased. I could have stayed kissing him like that for hours, but time was against us, and nobody kisses for hours. He turned me away from the wall and guided me backwards towards my bed.

We didn't speak. I couldn't. My mind and heart were racing as he laid me down on the mattress in just my panties. I watched his eyes glaze over with lust, a look I hadn't seen in him before. He removed his t-shirt, revealing the fit, toned body I suspected he had. Then he bent forward and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my underwear.

Despite my nervousness, everything seemed to flow naturally. I raised my young bottom off the bed and allowed him to slide my panties down my legs and over my feet. Lying completely naked in front of my mothers boyfriend, my tight, shaven, teenaged sex on display, the atmosphere full of anticipation, our eyes locked again.

"God, you're beautiful, Jemma," he breathed, examining every inch of me intently as I lay still with my arms by my sides.

"Thanks," I giggled excitedly.

I had fantasised about Richard for so long, spent time and effort trying to seduce him, yet I realised I had been playing a game that I didn't truly understand. I lost all of my confidence in that moment, while he went from strength to strength. He wasn't fazed at all. He took hold of my legs and pulled me down the bed, spreading them wide when my buttocks reached the edge.

"I hope you like having your sweet pussy eaten out, Jemma," he smirked up at me. I felt so exposed, so turned on.

I blushed and threw my hands over my face, laughing. Then my back arched off the bed and I let out a sudden deep moan. The mood in me switched quickly once more, as soon as I felt his tongue lick my pussy, from my opening to my clit, before he softly explored every detail of my vulva like a professional.

I couldn't stop moaning and panting. His hands came up to grab my breasts as his tongue probed inside my hole. I bucked my hips, desperate to release the tension building inside me. Richard then brought his hands back down, spreading my clitoral hood with his fingers and tonguing my clit firmly. I cursed, begging him to make me come.

"Ohhh fuck!" I gasped, feeling a finger enter me. "Make me come... please..."

His finger travelled in and out before another was added. My tightness gripped and my juices flowed, bathing his digits as he continued to move my throbbing clit around in circles. I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, writhing on his tongue and fingers until I exploded in orgasm. The best anyone had ever given me orally.

"Oh my God," I panted, trembling on my bed. "Ohhh... that was amazing."

"That was only the beginning," he smiled, my juices glistening around his mouth. "Sit on the end of your bed for me, Jemma," he instructed.

As I moved into position, Richard stood up and dropped his shorts. I was right, he did have a big one between his legs. I sat on the end of my bed with excitement glowing in my eyes. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and became mesmerised by his beautiful big cock, the veins pulsing with need against my grip.

He grinned down at my reaction, saying nothing. He just let me stroke his length as if I had never seen a hard cock before. I had seen a few, but nothing like what was in my hand. My pussy oozed with anticipation, in preparation, as I wondered if my tight she would be able to handle something so thick. First I had to find out if my mouth could.

I leaned closer and licked the tip, tasting droplets of salty fluid. Richard sighed. I smiled up at him and began to kiss his bulbous head. He liked that, so I kissed down his shaft and then traced my tongue back up, swirling my saliva around his weeping gland. He loved that too, telling me I was beautiful and sexy.

His cock was beautiful and sexy, more like. I enveloped my lips around the purple helmet and slowly bobbed my head along it, gradually taking him to the back of my throat. Richard hissed through gritted teeth, holding my hair away from my face, praising my oral skills for somebody of my age. I sucked faster, becoming attached to his cock.

"Ohhhh, you don't mess about, do you, Jemma?" he groaned, his free hand roaming my breasts and nipples. No, I didn't mess about, not with his older big dick.

With my free hand, I cupped his balls and fondled them. I would have loved to have made him ejaculate in my mouth. I would have swallowed every drop for him too, but my pussy was dripping to have him inside me before my mother returned home. As if reading my mind, her boyfriend told me to lay back down.

Richard knelt on the bed, hovering over my body as he kissed me. His cock touched my pussy, making me catch my breath. We stayed like that for a few moments, sharing a kiss while he stroked his hardness against my wetness, causing every fibre of my being to ache and crave him to enter me.

"Tell me what you need, Jemma," he whispered seductively.

"I need you inside me," I breathed, my voice low and husky.

"What else do you need?" he taunted me, positioning the engorged head of his big cock against my tight opening.

"I need you to fuck me," I gasped, gently biting his lower lip.

Without further ado, Richard penetrated me slowly with only the tip. I threw my head back, moaning, back arched, eyes closed, my body on fire as he gently continued to push his cock inside me. Fuck he was big, I thought, willing him to fill me completely. My moans became high pitched and my pussy gushed, giving him all the lubrication he needed.

I experienced waves of pleasure like never before. They washed through me as we moved together. Richard was finally inside me, on top of my body, where I wanted him to be. He'd only been inside me for less than a minute, but he still managed to give me what nobody else had given me before, my first vaginal penetration orgasm.

He lowered himself on top of me, kissing my neck and throat as I climaxed intensely. I held onto him while my inner walls convulsed wildly around his cock, basking in a state of pure bliss. When the waves began to subside, Richard slowly made love to me on my bed. It was heaven.

He plundered my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his cock, his moments slow yet deeply penetrating. Every nerve ending in my body was buzzing with electricity as he left no area untouched. I was finally experience sex how it should be done and climaxed.

"You're amazing," he said, kissing my lips as my internal walls clamped and sucked around his length. "I have never felt such a tight pussy before. Give me everything you have. That's it, Jemma," he groaned.

"And I've never taken anything as big as your cock before," I purred, breathless. "Fuck me, Richard," I begged.

"As much as I want to, I don't want to hurt you," he said, his voice thick with desire, his cock moving slowly through my orgasm.

"You won't. I want you to fuck me like you fuck my mother." I sighed, looking into his eyes as I came down and wrapped my legs around him, buckling up to get fucked hard.

"You want me to fuck you like I fuck your mother?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes. I have heard the two you. I want that."

As if a switch and just flicked inside his head, Richard growled, climbed off me and turned me over. I wasn't expecting to change positions so soon. He then entered me from behind abruptly, causing me to scream as his weight pinned me to the bed on my front.

"You want me to fuck you like a slut, Jemma? Because that's how I fuck your mother," he warned me, his voice low and threatening.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah!" I cried out, feeling him going much, much deeper.

"Yeah? Is this what you want?" he asked rhetorically, pounding me into my bed.

"Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" I exclaimed.

"I knew you were a hot little slut when we first met," he groaned, thrusting his cock harder, stretching my tight haven, making me scream repeatedly. "I tried to be the responsible adult, but you wouldn't let it go, would you, Jemma? Flaunting your hot body and big tits."

"Ahhhh!" I screeched in pain and pleasure. I had definitely flicked a switch in his brain.

Richard pulled me up into the doggy position, fucking me hard and deep. I instantly climaxed around his swollen length as he called me his cock-teasing, teen slut. I had never been spoken to like that before. Hearing his sexy voice calling me dirty names triggered another climax in me. I couldn't take anymore. I had lost count and my body was drained of energy.

Grunting and groaning in unison, he continued to pound me hard from behind. I couldn't keep my eyes open and I could hardly breathe. My heavy breasts swung violently beneath me as he grabbed my waist and fucked me with long, deep thrusts. I would be sore for a couple of after but it was worth every bit of the discomfort.

"Ohhh, yes!" he grunted, pulling me back aggressively, burying his cock in my stomach, or do it felt like. "Ohhh, yes!

He cried out like a sex starved warrior, fucking his cum into me. It spurted deep inside my body, drowning my pussy in sperm. It felt like ages before he calmed down and withdrew himself from my body. I fell to the bed, panting for breath.

My mothers boyfriend just fucked me. I was seeing stars, experiencing post sex tremors I could have never imagined. A guy had orgasmed inside me after satisfying my needs first. It was true, older guys really do know how to fuck, or at least Richard did.

It was the start of our terrible betrayal of my mothers trust on so many levels, but at the same time, it was the start of a secret love affair, packed with lust and desire, selfishness and pleasure. I stopped dressing provocatively around Richard and left him alone when my mother was around. I could no longer be around the two of them together.

He was my boyfriend now, not hers!