My Daughter’s Boyfriend Fucked Me in Secret

Everybody was still in the house

“Not tonight. I have an early morning,” my husband, Ben, said.

I felt like an idiot, standing in my lingerie at the foot of the bed. I’d even shaven. Ben turned around and flicked his bedside lamp off. I felt tears of frustration welling up. I took a deep breath.

“I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom,” I said, taking my pillow.

“Hmph,” Ben grunted. “Close the bedroom door.”

My hands were shaking. Why did I even bother trying? I closed the door and walked down the hallway. I heard giggling.

“Megan?” I said, peeking into my daughter’s room.

“Shit,” a voice mumbled from under her blanket.

“What do you want, Mom?” she said.

“I know Evan is in your bed. You know what Dad said about him sleeping in your room,” I said.

“Well, don’t be a little snitch then,” Megan scoffed.

Little did Megan know that Evan, her boyfriend, had fucked me on two occasions before. I never asked for it. For some reason, he found me irresistible. Her mom. More than twice his age. At least somebody felt something for me.

“Make sure he’s out by the time your dad wakes up,” I said.

“Well, he can’t sleep in the guest bedroom if you’re going there now,” Megan said, eyeing the pillow in my hand. “What is it this time? Did he kick you out for wearing that hideous outfit?”

I felt the anger and hurt bubbling up again. Evan peeked from under the blanket. His lustful eyes ogled my mom bod. My push-up bra made my tits look more prominent and made the lacy babydoll even shorter.

“Okay, Megan. Do what you want,” I said.

“Sorry, Mrs T,” Evan said.

I turned around, knowing Evan would see my thong as I left the room.

“Jesus, my mom is so cringe,” I heard Megan say in the background.

“Mrs T?” a voice said.

I opened my blurry eyes and looked around.

“What time is it?” I mumbled.

“Two,” he said.

My eyes adjusted to the dark. Evan was kneeling next to my bed.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I waited for Megan to fall asleep,” he said.

“For what?” I asked.

He slipped a hand under the covers, trailing his fingers over my stomach.

“Evan!” I whispered. “What are you doing?”

He moved his hand up and squeezed one of my tits. My heart started racing. Evan used his fingers to tease my nipples. His face lit up as they grew erect. Evan pulled my bra down, allowing him to massage my large, jiggly mounds.

“Evan, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said.

He moved his hand back down over my stomach. I gasped as his fingers trailed over my thin panties. Evan squeezed my pussy lips, sending ripples through my body.

“You looked so fucking hot in this outfit, Mrs T,” he breathed.

Before I could respond, he leaned forward and kissed me. It was the first time we’d ever kissed. And somehow, this felt even more taboo than him fucking me.

“Hmmm,” I moaned, feeling Evan’s hand inside my panties.

He traced my wet slit, rubbing my labia and avoiding my clit. Evan knew exactly how to tease me. I sucked on his tongue as his breathing grew heavier.

“Spread your legs for me, Mrs T,” he whispered in my ear.

Evan sucked on his wet fingers. He loved my taste. Could never get enough of it.

“Evan, my husband and daughter are right down the hall,” I said.

My mind was racing, and my pussy throbbed with arousal. Evan slipped under the covers and pushed my thighs apart.

“Then we better be quiet,” he smiled.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” I whimpered, feeling his rock-hard cock pressed against my panties.

Evan pulled my panties to the side and squeezed his thick cock deep into my fleshy opening.

“Fucking fuck,” I whimpered, arching my back and digging my nails into his arms.

His youthful girth stretched me wide. He pulled out as slow as he could and pushed himself back inside. I struggled not to cry out. Excruciating pleasure pulsed through my body as my daughter’s boyfriend fucked me. Evan ground his pubic bone on mine, sending my body into an electric frenzy.

“Let me suck you off,” I panted.

“Shhh, this is all about your pleasure,” he said.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his body on top of mine. His strong arms kept mine pinned down, and he pounded me harder. My body bounced up from the bed with each powerful thrust.

Flap! Flap! Flap!

Our bodies slapping together sounded like the loudest thing in the world. And I didn’t give a fuck.

“Uh, Evan, Evan,” I chanted, feeling a knot of intense pleasure spreading out from between my legs.

Before I knew it, I started convulsing with orgasmic ecstasy. My climax tore through my body, sending me into a space of unimaginable bliss.

“Argh,” Evan grunted, railing my cunt like it belonged to him.

The next moment I felt his cock twitching deep inside me as he exploded. Evan panted and gasped, coating my womb with spurt after spurt of hot, fertile seed. He continued fucking me until my ripples of orgasmic aftershock faded.

“That was amazing, Mrs T,” Evan said, kissing me.

He pulled his semi-erect cock out with a squelch. His cum oozed out of me, pooling under my ass.

“Wish I could fall asleep with you here,” he said, sliding out from under the covers.

“Me too,” I whispered.

He leaned in for one more kiss before returning to my daughter’s bedroom. The wetness of my pussy still covered his cock.

🥵 The first two times I slept with my daughter’s boyfriend: