CUCKOLD

Cuckolding her Mums new Husband

Staying with a lovers Mum, but the ‘stepdad’ wants to be a cuckold

“Your daughter deep throats so well.”

This was a line I never thought I’d say out loud.

I was staying the night in London with a friends Mum. I’d stayed there before when my friend Kaleigh had lived at home but not since she’d moved out. So I’d experienced those mind bending blow jobs of hers in that high-rise flat, that very apartment.

“Does she? All the way down?” And I never thought I’d hear a question like that from a stepdad.

Perhaps that makes it sound too kinky. He was her Mum’s new husband and Kaleigh, his new wife’s daughter, had left home some months ago and graduated. She wouldn’t have thought of him as a stepdad.

“Yes. You’d be impressed with her,” I said to him, “she’d make you proud, I said to her Mum.

I was quite tipsy and high from this bizarre and perverted situation.

“I never put them in my mouth,” her Mum said, “it isn’t very lady like.”

I sat in the armchair. They sat together, holding hands, on the sofa.

“When was the last time she did that?” Her husband pushed the back of her hands into his crotch where, even in the dim light I was sure a hand erection lurked.

Is this what old people are like I thought? Both in their 50’s and perverted in ways I hadn’t even thought of yet. I was late 20’s, her daughter five years younger than me. Her picture, smiling on her graduation day, loomed over us on the mantlepiece.

I made an obvious stare at it before answering. They both looked at her picture too.

“About three hours ago,” I said,” At the end of the party, after she’d phoned you,” I looked at her Mum, “to ask if I could stay here tonight. Well then she took me into the ladies toilets, knelt down, unzipped me and sucked me until I was hard. Then she asked me to push her head down, and hold it there. She loves to gag but I’m not really big enough to make her gag any more. She’s just too good at it.”

I was so hard now, too turned on to care at how not right it was, talking so graphically about this woman, only daughter.

“By holding her head down though she couldn’t breath so easily, her nose crushed into the pubic hair around the base of my cock, and that did it for her anyway. She touched herself and came. Someone went into the booth next to us and that turned me on so I had to face fuck her then. We both made a lot of noise. The lady in the other booth will have had no doubt what we were doing.”

I was very obviously rubbing myself through my pants now and even reached in to grab it. I looked deep into her Mums eyes as I said the last sentence.

“Your beautiful, clever, sexy daughter has my semen in her stomach right now.”

And at that I came. I hadn’t meant too. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted her Mum to touch me, carry on describing how great her daughter was in bed as she did so. But as I gurgled my ejaculation I knew that it would be over now

Earlier, when I’d first arrived, he hadn’t been in. I’d apologised for encroaching on her so last minute like this. I’d explained that the last time I’d been to a party where Kaleigh worked the party went on all night, I hadn’t needed a place to stay in London. But the bosses had clamped down on its wildness and I couldn’t afford anything last minute.

I didn’t tell her how wild they’d been, how, when her daughter had been only eighteen and just started uni, and worked there part time, I’d had her.

I’d had her at that party. Taken her home, when I’d been living in London, and had her again. Fucked her so hard and long in the ass that she’d had to slowly walk to the tube station, barely able to stand.

But that she had been back that night to have more of the same.

I didn’t tell her Mum that before I’d chosen her daughter to go home with and sodomise, two women had already kissed, fondled and given me handjobs.

I didn’t tell her then, but later perhaps I could have later.

She’d been drunk when I arrived and very flirtatious. I immediately knew I could have her if I wanted too.

She said, “You know I couldn’t do anything with you, I feel you’re like a son to me.” But it felt like she protested too much. And honestly those words were electric to me. I was only waiting to make my pass because of guilt I felt towards what my friend would think.

Although we had not really been an item, we had fucked each other in between other relationships, and let’s be honest during those relationships. I liked her a lot but I wasn’t in love with her, like she was with me.

Could I really fuck her Mum? Then her husband came home and I thought my chance gone.

But then somehow he got on to what his new wife’s daughter was like in bed and she seemed ok with that.

And I showed how ok I was with that by visibly shaking as I came.

As the last of it flooded out the guilt rushed in and I apologised profusely.

“It’s ok,” her Mum said, “My daughter is very beautiful. I am not surprised just the memory of her would be enough. I don’t approve of her putting your penis in her mouth but you young people do things differently I know.”

“Would you have the mother?” her husband asked, the pair of them no longer hiding that she was rubbing him through his trousers.

“Don’t embarrass the boy! As I told him before you came, I think of him as one of my sons. I couldn’t even kiss him like that.”

“I’d like to watch you with him.” I could see her husband, twenty-five years older than me, desperately wanted to be cuckold by me. Instead of my chances with her Mum disappearing on his arrival, they had grown.

But I was mortified at the betrayal of my friend and made my excuses.

I went into her old bedroom where I had had many filthy times with her, and the memories excited me. Watching her demonstrate on a long vibrator her deep throat skills. Then my gagging as I’d tried to impersonate her, even more when she had pushed it down my throat.

The time she had jerked me off on to a picture of Britney Spears, whispering all the dirty things I should do to her, if we ever met! My first experience of a cum tribute.

Cumming on her nipples so she could suck the cum off her self.

Then agreeing that however we had sex from now on we’d make sure I came in her mouth every time.

And most twisted of all. When she asked me to fuck her in the ass again, but said this time to do it to her while she slept. Even now I don’t know if she pretended to stay asleep or I managed to do it without her waking up. In the morning she would only say, smiling, that it was obvious I’d gone through with it.

So all this got me excited and regretting my eager exit a few minutes before.

My heart stopped then when she knocked on the door and almost- immediately walked in. She seemed nervous but came right over and held my hands in hers.

The back of her hand knocked the erection that I’d got from the dirty memories of her daughter in that room.

It tented under my pyjama bottoms, but I’d not yet put a top on.

“You will be ok in here won’t you,” she asked, her hands in mine now pressed to my lower stomach. “I just wanted to check if you needed anything. A towel, a toothbrush, more blankets?”

“No. Just you.” And with no more thoughts of morality I pushed both her hands down on to my cock and took her head in my hands to kiss her.

I’d never made love to a woman any older than her 20’s at that time so I was worried about how she might feel or react.

Although. I knew years later it can be slower and take more working on, turning on, and making wet, an older woman (especially when you are no young stud yourself anymore!) this time it barely felt different.

She needed it so badly and had done all night. Her husband had probably already fucked or fingered her just now. She was ready and I took no time in taking her.

I made a wild show of it. Holding her arms above her head in missionary, crushing down on her in doggy, or moving right up and away so my frenzied trusting looked spectacular and went as deep as possible.

I say I made it look great because she had left the door open and I knew I was screwing her as much for him as for us. He was out there, lurking, jerking his old cock under his tubby belly, imagining how much better sex for her was with me than his feeble attempts at love making.

He would be torn up inside at the jealousy and regret of letting her do this, all his life’s failures climaxing in this cuckolding to a younger stud. But all the time he’d channel this pain into his lust, imagining what else she’d do for him. A group of young men next time? Perhaps he’d be brave enough to be in the room with us next time.

And maybe, just maybe, in his darkest thoughts, next time her daughter might be with me and we would ‘wife swop’.

So I fucked his new wife elaborately and noisily. I made her cum hard, I made her answer my dirty talk.

“Have you ever been fucked this good before?”

“No.”

“You want me to fuck you all night?”

“Yes.”

“Can you see why your daughter loves sitting on my cock?”

No answer.

“Can you imagine how good I made Kaleigh feel on this bed?”

No answer. Just grunts. “She made me feel so good. Just like you are now. I’m going to come back here and fuck you on her bed again. Is that ok?”

“Yes.”

“And I’ll fuck her here again too I’m sure. Is that ok then?”

“Yes. Yes! Fuck her good!”

And the night went on.

After I had finally spent as much as I could inside her I told her stay with me and not go back to her husband. She agreed and I spooned her all night.

In the morning I looked down on her sleeping body and thought about all our fucking and handjobs, and licking and fingering her. But no anal and still no blowjob.

One eye half opened and looked up at me. It closed again quickly.

In my emboldened mood I placed my cock against her lips and waited.

She parted her lips slightly and they separated round the cock head.

I didn’t say anything, I didn’t push my cock in further I just let her do what she was comfortable with. And with her eyes still closed she suckled on the end of my cock persistently.

I came with a rush I’d never felt before and she swallowed hard, not spilling any of it. Her first blowjob at the age of 55? Maybe.

My other thought as I got dressed and left without another word is ‘hell! Mother and daughter both have your cum in their stomachs at the same time!’ My level of kink was catching up with older people fast.

In the living room her husband watched the TV and didn’t look at me. He had probably come down from the high of being cruelly cuckolded and losing her to me all night. A cold bed without his cheating wife.

“Go in there and offer your cock to her mouth. She’s giving those dirty blow job now, just like her daughter does.”

Then I left.