MOTHER’S BOYFRIEND LIKES TO FUCK ME – PT 1

During my junior year in high school my mother started dating a new guy, named Daryl, who ended up moving in after only 3 weeks. He wasn’t one of her worst boyfriends, but he was still kind of weird. He wore black, low cut briefs around the house all the time, and no shirt. I got the impression he thought he came across as a European on a beach in a speedo bathing suit. His guido, jersey-style accent added to the caricature he presented, so it was hard not to laugh whenever I saw him like this around the house.

The one thing he seemed to have going for him was a pretty big cock. I hadn’t seen it up close, but the outline of his shaft – even flaccid – was obvious through the fabric of his tight briefs as he sauntered around the house or lounged in the living room watching TV. He must’ve been pretty good with it, too, because I could hear my mother moaning and thrashing through multiple orgasms several times a week. They weren’t all that discreet, either. I’d see Daryl grabbing my mother’s tits in the kitchen, slipping a hand between her legs while we were driving somewhere, or lying behind her on the couch with his dick sliding in and out of her pussy as we watched a movie. It didn’t seem to matter to them that I was in the room, although they sometimes made a cursory effort to cover themselves with a blanket when fucking on the sofa. My mother had gone through a lot of boyfriends, but always had trouble keeping them. She seemed to have hit the jackpot with Daryl – he paid most of the bills, fucked her several times a week and, unlike the others, was willing to stick around for a while.

I was a junior in high school when Daryl came to live with us and we got along OK. For the most part I just tried to stay out of their way, but one night about 4 months after Daryl had begun living with us, I had gone to the kitchen around midnight for a snack. As I was scouring the fridge for something to eat, Daryl came into the kitchen, stepped up behind me and leaned his crotch up against my ass cheeks, as we both peered into the refrigerator.

“See anything good in there, Tracy?” he asked.

“Daryl!! Holy shit, you startled me!” I said. I was wearing a thin cotton night shirt that barely covered my ass, so leaning into the fridge had pulled it above my butt cheeks, and with Daryl leaning into me from behind, the shaft of his cock was pressing against my ass through his briefs.

“Hey, back up, Daryl….you’re going to knock me over,” I said as I pushed back with my hips to try to make him give me some room.

He didn’t move an inch, and said, “Just grabbing a beer,” as he reached past me with his right arm, purposely bumping my right boob through my night shirt as he grabbed a can of beer off the middle shelf.

Like my mother, I had developed early, and Daryl had certainly noticed.