Daughters Boyfriends Mother

Fbailey story number 246


My Daughter’s Boyfriend’s Mother


Puberty hit my daughter Tiffany like a ton of bricks just before she turned fourteen years old. Her tits doubled in size overnight, her waist slimmed, and she shot up a couple of inches. If I had not seen Tiffany every day I swear that I would not have been able to recognize her.

Soon after that I caught Tiffany and her boyfriend Jeremy one evening with one of his hands up under her miniskirt and his other hand up under her T-shirt. God help me, I was jealous. When I shouted Jeremy pissed his pants and quickly ran to a neutral corner while my daughter casually adjusted her skirt and then reached up under her top to adjust her breasts back into her bra cups before straightening her T-shirt, while I watched.

I told Jeremy to call his parents and to have them come over right away or that I would call the police. He made the call, told me that his mother would be right over, and that his father didn’t live with them anymore.

About a half-hour later the front doorbell rang and I went to answer it. As I opened the door I was delighted to see one of the most sexy and beautiful women that I had ever seen. As I looked at her short miniskirt and tight T-shirt I couldn’t help but want to slip my hands up under both like her son had just done to my daughter. Right then I was not nearly as pissed off at Jeremy as I had been.

Desiree introduced herself to me and then asked me what her horny son had done to my daughter. We went down into the family room where the kids were. Desiree asked Tiffany and Jeremy to go get us a stiff drink before we got into it. While we were alone Desiree smiled at me and told me to chew her a new asshole and scare the shit out of her son. She said that it needed to be done and that he really needed to learn to respect girls more than he does. She opened her legs to flash me her bright white panties and then she said that the worse I made her son feel the more appreciative she would be.

About five minutes had gone by when the kids finally returned. Surprisingly they had a full bottle of Tequila, a salt shaker, and a cut up lime. It turned out that Desiree’s favorite drink was Tequila body shots. Desiree placed her son on one end of the couch and my daughter on the other end with her between them. I was in a chair across from her with the tray on the coffee table between us. Desiree poured us each a shot, licked her hand, and applied salt. When I had done the same we licked, drank, and bit into a lime wedge at the same time.

Desiree sat back, opened her legs a little for me so that I could see my reward again, and then asked me what I wanted to do to her son. I told her that prison was too good for him. He and my daughter freaked out. Both were crying while we did another shot. Desiree suggested that perhaps my daughter teased her son and that was why he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. As she said the words cookie jar she placed her hand on her own cookie jar. As we tormented the kids, drank more Tequila shots, and got drunker we compromised on the two of us each punishing the two kids plus I could do to her what her son had done to my daughter.

First we took her son into my bedroom. His mother made him strip naked and lie face down on my bed. She really checked out his ‘package’ as he undressed. She grabbed a souvenir wooden ruler from off my bedroom wall and started beating the shit out of her son’s ass with it as I watched her. I hardly had the desire to punish him any further but when she handed me the piece of wood I decided to at least smack him a few time for her sake.