mrsclassysassy
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what do you guys think. I am making a story series.
My daughter told me she was bringing her new boyfriend home to meet me. I was excited… until I opened the door and saw him.
It was him.
The guy I’d had a wild friends-with-benefits situationship with four years ago.
Let me back up.
When I got pregnant with my daughter at 17, her father abandoned me. I raised her completely alone and poured everything into being a good mom. Relationships weren’t even on my radar.
Fast-forward 15 years. My daughter (then 18) decided it was time I “put myself out there.” She helped me set up a dating profile. That’s when I met him — 12 years younger than me, insanely hot, and the chemistry was instant. I was 32, he was 27. I hadn’t been touched in forever, and the second his hands were on me I was done for. We became intense FWB. No strings, no relationship — I didn’t want anything that would take time away from my daughter. The sex was unreal. I was obsessed.
Then one day, three years into it, he ghosted me. No warning, no explanation. Gone.
A year later my 19-year-old daughter walks in holding his hand.
“Mom, this is my boyfriend.”
He’s 31 now, His name is Jack. My daughter Susan she is 19. I’m 36, Zoey.
My heart dropped. I couldn’t speak. My daughter laughed and said, “Mom, say hi!” I forced a smile, said hello, and tried to act normal while my brain screamed.
I escaped to the kitchen to cook and think. Eventually I told my daughter I’d run out of salt and a bunch of other random groceries. I made the list long on purpose, handed her my card, and practically pushed her out the door.
The second the door closed I turned to him and said, “You need to break up with her. Today.”
He smirked and said, “No. I’m in love with her. Now I see why — good genes run in the family.”
I told him I was dead serious. He said he was too. Then he pulled out his phone and showed me — he still had all the old videos and photos of us. Years’ worth. He said if I didn’t play along, he’d show her everything.
I offered money. He laughed and said he didn’t want money. He wanted both of us.
Then he pulled his dick out and told me to get on my knees.
I begged to do it later, somewhere else — anywhere but here, where my daughter could walk in any minute. He refused. He said the risk made it better.
“You’ve got until she gets back to make me cum.”
I dropped to my knees.
The second he was in my mouth it was like muscle memory. My body betrayed me completely. I hated him and I hated myself, but I couldn’t stop. He got rock hard instantly, grabbed my phone, and called my daughter — while I was still in my mouth.
She answered. He held the phone up to my ear.
“Mom, did you find everything okay?” she asked.
He silently mouthed: Keep talking.
With his cock filling my mouth I mumbled, “Not yet, sweetie… can you grab tomatoes and lettuce too?”
She laughed and said, “Mom, are you eating something? It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, especially in front of my boyfriend. He’s gonna think we’re trashy.”
I choked out, “It’s… just strawberries.”
She sighed and hung up.
He put the phone down and said, “Better hurry.”
I did.”
I sucked him like my life depended on it — because in that moment it felt like it did. I swallowed when he finished so there’d be no evidence.
Twenty minutes later my daughter walked back in with the groceries. We sat through the most agonizing dinner of my life. I smiled, I passed the salt, I asked polite questions while my soul was on fire.
As soon as they left I locked the door, slid down the wall, and sobbed until I couldn’t breathe.
I don’t know what to do. He has those videos. He has my daughter wrapped around his finger. And the worst part — the most disgusting, shameful part — is that for a few minutes on my kitchen floor, my body wanted him just as much as it did four years ago.
I feel trapped, violated, and completely alone, but the part that shocked me the most is that I loved it.
My daughter told me she was bringing her new boyfriend home to meet me. I was excited… until I opened the door and saw him.
It was him.
The guy I’d had a wild friends-with-benefits situationship with four years ago.
Let me back up.
When I got pregnant with my daughter at 17, her father abandoned me. I raised her completely alone and poured everything into being a good mom. Relationships weren’t even on my radar.
Fast-forward 15 years. My daughter (then 18) decided it was time I “put myself out there.” She helped me set up a dating profile. That’s when I met him — 12 years younger than me, insanely hot, and the chemistry was instant. I was 32, he was 27. I hadn’t been touched in forever, and the second his hands were on me I was done for. We became intense FWB. No strings, no relationship — I didn’t want anything that would take time away from my daughter. The sex was unreal. I was obsessed.
Then one day, three years into it, he ghosted me. No warning, no explanation. Gone.
A year later my 19-year-old daughter walks in holding his hand.
“Mom, this is my boyfriend.”
He’s 31 now, His name is Jack. My daughter Susan she is 19. I’m 36, Zoey.
My heart dropped. I couldn’t speak. My daughter laughed and said, “Mom, say hi!” I forced a smile, said hello, and tried to act normal while my brain screamed.
I escaped to the kitchen to cook and think. Eventually I told my daughter I’d run out of salt and a bunch of other random groceries. I made the list long on purpose, handed her my card, and practically pushed her out the door.
The second the door closed I turned to him and said, “You need to break up with her. Today.”
He smirked and said, “No. I’m in love with her. Now I see why — good genes run in the family.”
I told him I was dead serious. He said he was too. Then he pulled out his phone and showed me — he still had all the old videos and photos of us. Years’ worth. He said if I didn’t play along, he’d show her everything.
I offered money. He laughed and said he didn’t want money. He wanted both of us.
Then he pulled his dick out and told me to get on my knees.
I begged to do it later, somewhere else — anywhere but here, where my daughter could walk in any minute. He refused. He said the risk made it better.
“You’ve got until she gets back to make me cum.”
I dropped to my knees.
The second he was in my mouth it was like muscle memory. My body betrayed me completely. I hated him and I hated myself, but I couldn’t stop. He got rock hard instantly, grabbed my phone, and called my daughter — while I was still in my mouth.
She answered. He held the phone up to my ear.
“Mom, did you find everything okay?” she asked.
He silently mouthed: Keep talking.
With his cock filling my mouth I mumbled, “Not yet, sweetie… can you grab tomatoes and lettuce too?”
She laughed and said, “Mom, are you eating something? It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, especially in front of my boyfriend. He’s gonna think we’re trashy.”
I choked out, “It’s… just strawberries.”
She sighed and hung up.
He put the phone down and said, “Better hurry.”
I did.”
I sucked him like my life depended on it — because in that moment it felt like it did. I swallowed when he finished so there’d be no evidence.
Twenty minutes later my daughter walked back in with the groceries. We sat through the most agonizing dinner of my life. I smiled, I passed the salt, I asked polite questions while my soul was on fire.
As soon as they left I locked the door, slid down the wall, and sobbed until I couldn’t breathe.
I don’t know what to do. He has those videos. He has my daughter wrapped around his finger. And the worst part — the most disgusting, shameful part — is that for a few minutes on my kitchen floor, my body wanted him just as much as it did four years ago.
I feel trapped, violated, and completely alone, but the part that shocked me the most is that I loved it.
and you and her are going to LUVVV IT! Wait till you seehow hard you orgasm the first time you "guide him " into her writhing body! Its UNREAL sexy I know
