I Fucked My Daughter’s Boyfriend Again

I couldn’t resist his vicious thrusting

A few weeks had passed since my daughter’s boyfriend, Evan, took me from behind over the kitchen table. I couldn’t even say for sure it was him. I never saw him. He was rough enough to be Evan. And since my daughter and husband were out, he was the only one left at home.

“Jesus, Evan, put a shirt on. You’ll have my mom perving over you again,” my daughter, Megan, quipped.

“I had to take a shower. Your dad worked me to the bone in the barn today,” Evan chuckled.

I tried not to stare at his firm body. Drops of water still rippled down his abs.

“I can perv over whoever I want,” I said.

“Mom, you’re almost fifty. Reign it in,” Megan said, rolling her eyes.

“Your mom looking at people half her age again?” my husband, Ben, said as he came inside.

“Less than half her age,” Megan said.

I wasn’t going to stand and take their stupid remarks again.

“I’ll be upstairs,” I said.

“Your boyfriend did good work today. Even though it took him twice as long as it should have,” I heard Ben say as I jogged upstairs.

“I need to come see this,” Megan laughed as their conversation trailed off in the distance.

I looked out my bedroom window. Ben and Megan walked across the large backyard to the barn.

“He’s an asshole,” a voice said from behind me.

“Shit,” I cried out.

I turned around. It was Evan. He still didn’t have his shirt on.

“I didn’t mean to give you a fright,” he said.

“Evan, you better leave,” I said, my eyes moving to the bulge between his legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that day,” he said.

He moved closer.

“Which day?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Dimples formed on his face as he smiled.

“You know which day, Mrs. T,” he said.

“That shouldn’t have happened,” I said.

“It seemed like you wanted it to happen,” he continued.

“You’re my daughter’s boyfriend, Evan. Plus, I’m married,” I said.

“I’ll be honest. I only put up with Megan’s shit so I can see you,” he said.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Now that we have a few minutes alone…” he said.

Evan put his hands on my hips and pulled my body closer. I could smell the scent of body wash still fresh on his skin.

“Evan,” I started.

He unbuttoned the top of my dress. Evan stared at my chest as he peeled the dress down over my round hips.

“You have the most amazing body I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

He ran his fingers down my chest and over my nipple. My face turned red as my nipples hardened, pressing through the lace. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. It sprung off, allowing my tits to flop out. Even grabbed one of my breasts, lifted it, and wrapped his lips around my areola.

“Hmmm,” I mumbled.

I reached down and massaged his rock-hard erection through his shorts.

“I want you to spread those legs for me, Mrs. T,” Evan said.

He grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed. I opened my legs, embarrassed to see my wetness seeping through the lace. Evan pulled his shorts down, exposing his long, girthy cock.

“Wider,” he said.

I pulled my knees up and spread my thighs as wide as I could. My flimsy panties gaped on the sides. Even lowered his face between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side and ran his tongue up and down my engorged pussy lips.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.

He used his tongue to coax my clit before sucking on my nub.

“Ah!” I exclaimed, bucking my hips into his face.

“You have a delicious cunt, Mrs. T,” he smiled, his face glistening with my mess.

He lowered his muscular body between my legs. I groaned as I felt his erection pressing against my pussy. I was gagging for Evan to fuck me. He pulled my panties to the side again.

“Uh,” I whimpered, gripping the bedding as his tip squeezed into my fleshy canal.

He held onto my waist with his big hands and started fucking me hard.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I chanted, feeling my tits bouncing up and down.

His youthful cock burrowed deep into my core, stretching my mature opening with his girth.

“That’s so fucking good,” I gasped.

I could hear talking in the distance.

“They’re coming back,” I whispered.

Evan jerked me off the bed and turned me to face the window. I could see Ben and Megan walking back in the distance.

“Let’s watch them walk back while I cum inside you,” he said.

He grabbed my hips and shoved himself into me again.

“Ah!” I whimpered.

Evan fucked me harder than before. My ass bounced against his abdomen with each vicious thrust.

Flup! Flup! Flup!

Ben and Megan were almost back at the house.

“Fuck, fuck!” I shrieked.

My body started convulsing.

“Uh,” Evan grunted.

While I climaxed, I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.

“Ah, yes,” he said through gritted teeth as he filled me with his creamy seed.

He slammed his body into me, filling me until his cum oozed out the sides of my battered folds.

“Fucking amazing,” Evan said as he pulled his cock out with a loud squelch.

I collapsed to the floor, my legs feeling like jelly. Evan’s overflow gurgled out of me.

“Mom? Evan? Where are you guys?” Megan shouted from downstairs.

“Be right down,” Evan shouted.

He smiled as he tucked his wet cock back into his shorts. Something about my pussy still on my daughter’s boyfriend’s cock made me smile. For a moment, I had all the power.

The first time Evan fucked me: