I was thrilled to see our daughter’s boyfriend, Shane, standing at the door with his work gear. I ushered him into the house to get him out of the cold. The fool was only wearing jeans and a tight, black t-shirt on a cold January night.
“Thanks for coming over so quickly,” I said, closing the door behind him.
“Hailey said you would freeze to death if I didn’t get over here,” he replied, laughing.
I laughed too. “She didn’t need to be so dramatic. I have the fireplace going in the big room. But the rest of the house is getting chilly. I don’t know how long the heat’s been out. I was gone all day and came home to a cold house.”
“Smart to take advantage of a weekend of freedom.”
“Right?” I agreed.
My husband was out of town visiting his folks and my son was on a ski trip with his friends. Both of my daughters lived at school, but Hailey came home most weekends to see Shane. She didn’t that weekend because she had an event on campus. They’d been dating since high school and were still going, despite Hailey being an hour away at school. I was surprised but thrilled. Shane is a great guy, and Hailey is lucky to have him. He did not go the college route but joined his father’s HVAC company instead — luckily for me.
“But it’s hard to enjoy having the house to myself when most of it is cold, and I’m worried about pipes bursting.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. D. I’ll get you fixed right up.”
Shane always called me Mrs. D, for Deegan. I’m Carrie Deegan.
“I hope it’s something you can fix.”
“I’ll get you sorted out. I promise you’ll be hot by the time I’m done.”
“Warm will be fine, Shane. I’m going to hold you to that.”
Shane followed me down the tight stairs to the basement. One side was finished into a mancave for my husband, while the other was divided between a utility room and a laundry room. The heater was in the utility room, which was hardly more than a walk-in closet. I held the door open for Shane and followed him inside.
“Let me get the light for you,” I said.
We were already touching when I stretched up to tug the chain attached to the light bulb above us, which he could have easily reached himself. I was still in my knee-high suede boots — I didn’t change when I got home because of the chill — and teetered forward. Shane was right there to catch me when I fell into him, but his arms did wrap around me.
Shane held me tightly against him and I’ll confess that being in his arms felt nice. He’s a big guy, well over 6’ and burly, much like my husband, but Shane is young — only 22 — so he’s still more muscle than middle-aged dad bod like my husband. I’m 5’3” and petite, and I’ve always loved being held by a big man. I never really thought about it, but I guess Hailey and I had the same taste in men. I hoped she didn’t have a daddy complex.
“Careful, Mrs. D.”
“Sorry about that. Lucky you’re here to catch me.”
“Anytime.”
We shared a strange, awkward moment where Shane held me for a beat too long, and I didn’t pull away. I felt the heat of his body and maybe liked it too much. My husband had been away for over a week and I’d been feeling lonely. The realization finally made me pull away, although Shane seemed reluctant to let me go.
“So, what about this heater?” I asked, hoping it sounded casual.
“Let me have a look.”
I stood behind him as Shane got down on his knees in the space between the heater and the wall. A big guy like him didn’t have much room to maneuver. He removed the cover and started checking things. I don’t know why I stayed to watch him. I couldn’t help. I guess I was just keeping him company.
“What do you do on weekends when Hailey doesn’t come down?” I asked.
“Sometimes I hang out with my boys. A lot of the time I’m so tired from work all week, I’m happy to just chill. But I miss her a lot. The weekends when she doesn’t come home suck.”
“It must be hard. I’m sure you get lonely. I’m proud of you guys for making it work.”
“Thanks, Mrs. D. It takes a lot of communication, but we’ve figured out a way to make it work,” he replied, while tinkering inside the heater.
“That’s very mature. I might need you to share your secret.”
“Haha. I don’t know if it would work for you and Mr. D, but who knows?”
We left it at that as Shane had to focus on what he was doing. I watched over his shoulder, impressed by how he knew his way around all those wires, hoses, and circuit boards. It was so masculine. I understood what my daughter saw in the young man. If I were 25 years younger, I’m sure I would have wanted to date him too. My husband was a whiz in the kitchen, but he wasn’t handy around the house. I would have had to call Shane for help even if he had been home.
Shane put me to use since I was there. He handed me a flashlight and asked me to point it for him while he hooked up some sort of electric meter. I squeezed in beside him and leaned forward. We were two peas in a tiny pod. I had to twist to get the light exactly where he wanted it, and that was when I caught Shane peeking down the front of my blouse. It hung open when I leaned in, providing a perfect view past my little gold locket down to the lacy pink bra holding my breasts.
The idea was insane. Shane was such a nice guy. My daughter’s boyfriend was not stealing a peek at my boobs. He’d never! But he did. Shane tried to be slick about it — as guys always think they are — but every time he looked back to his meter, or reached for something new, Shane paused to look down my top. I had the crazy thought that he positioned me like that to give him the view, but that was insane. I felt a blush creep down my chest but didn’t move.
Don’t ask me why I stayed like that and let Shane look at me. I reasoned that he was just being a guy and that was something any guy would do given the chance. I don’t have the biggest boobs, but guys like to look at them anyway. Men look when I wear tight tops. I couldn’t get angry at Shane for just being a guy. But the real reason I didn’t move — that I didn’t want to admit to even myself — was that I liked the attention. Did I mention my husband had been out of town? Even when he was home, our sex life wasn’t exactly scintillating these days.
Shane somehow got both of his hands in there and removed one thing to get at another thing before pulling out what looked like a digital meat thermometer with two wires coming out of the back. He showed it to me like I understood what I was looking at.
“Your igniter is burned out. It happens,” he said.
“Is that something you can fix?”
“I have one out in the van. I’ll be heating you up in no time, Mrs. D.”
We had to carefully maneuver out of the tight space. I held onto Shane’s shoulder and twisted, brushing my breasts against him as I got back to my feet. The touch isn’t a thing I would have ever noticed in the past, but I was all too aware of how close we were after I caught him looking at me. Shane put a big hand on my hip to help boost me up, showing me just how strong of a young man he was. He shoved to his feet and bumped into me again. I instinctively reached out to steady him, nearly putting me back in his arms. I stepped away, feeling awkward near him for the first time in all the years I’d known him. I hoped he didn’t notice. The problem was all in my head. It wasn’t about him at all.
“You can go upstairs and get warm by the fireplace. I’m going to grab a new ignitor out of the van and get you fixed right up.”
“Thanks, Shane.” I was too embarrassed to tell him I was already quite warm.
I grabbed a glass of wine and retreated to the couch in front of the fireplace while Shane did his work. I was still tipsy from my day out with the girls — tipsy enough that I hadn’t driven home — but I drank to calm down because I couldn’t stop thinking about Shane looking at me. The warm blush that started on my chest downstairs had crept between my thighs and I didn’t know what to do with that. I didn’t want to have impure thoughts about my daughter’s boyfriend, but they were coming anyway.
It felt like Shane had been in our lives forever. Hailey started dating him in high school and they’d been together for 5 years. I thought she was lucky to have landed such a cute, nice guy, but I’d never seen him as anything other than my daughter’s boyfriend. He’d never been a man to me before. Sitting alone by the fire, I realized that young Shane was actually pretty hot. His short, black hair was thick, and he usually wore a stubbly beard that made him rugged. Shane was confident without being cocky. All that added up to the kind of guy every woman hoped her daughter would find or might wish she’d found for herself if she was 20 years younger and single.
Shane joined me in the great room about a half hour later. He carried a beer and joined me on the couch. I didn’t want to but couldn’t help noticing how handsome he looked by the flicking light of the gas fireplace.
“I’ve got you all fixed up Mrs. D. You’ll be hot in no time.”
I felt like he was teasing me, but that was paranoia. “Thanks, Shane. You’re the best. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“You know I’m always here for whatever you need.”
“You’re too sweet.”
“Did I tell you how great you look tonight, Mrs. D? I’d think you were done up for a date night if Mr. D wasn’t out of town.”
“My girlfriends and I did a girls’ day. We brunched and shopped and had buckets of wine. We always get dressed up for it. That’s one of the rules. It’s good to have an excuse to look nice. Jack and I have been so busy we haven’t had time for a date night in ages.”
“That’s his loss.”
I laughed nervously. “I guess I’m lucky I have you here to appreciate me.”
Why did I say that? Was I flirting with Shane?
“I appreciate you, Mrs. D.”
Shane took it as an invitation to openly check me out. Was it an invitation? I’d definitely had too much wine that day. Sitting back with my legs crossed, my black skirt had ridden up higher above the knee, flashing a lot of leg above my boots. My red blouse — a wrap with a delicate floral pattern — flowed to my slender body and the hills of my breasts.
I don’t want to sound vain, but I keep up my looks. I go to the gym 3 times a week. I do all the serums and keep my honey-blonde hair colored. I’ve even been letting it grow out and it’s down past my shoulders now. Men look at me, but mostly guys at work or dads around the neighborhood, and I enjoy their attention as long as they’re not creepy about it. But I don’t know the last time a young guy like Shane looked at me that way. I thought I was invisible to men his age. His open desire as his eyes swept over my body made my core tighten. It was so wrong, but it was exciting.
“I’m not gonna lie. You look really hot tonight, Mrs. D.”
“Thanks for your honesty.” I laughed.
“I’d happily take you out for a date night.”
“Stop it, Shane. My ego doesn’t need this much stroking. Besides, I’m a little older than you. People might stare.”
“I wouldn’t care. Not if I was out with someone like you. But if it bothered you, we could always stay in.”
“Oh, could we now? Even if you weren’t so much younger than me, you are dating my daughter. I don’t think Hailey would be okay with that.” Like it was an afterthought, I added, “And I’m married.”
“Hailey would be cool. We had a long talk when she went away to school and decided to be open. I don’t want her to miss out on any experiences at college and she knows a guy’s got needs. I’ve sure she’s having fun at that party tonight.”
I stared at him, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. I knew young people had different ideas about relationships and sexuality than my generation, but I could not think of my sweet, responsible daughter as being in an open relationship. I always felt secure because she was with a guy like Shane, but how many guys were there? I had so many questions, but they were for Hailey, not Shane.
Shane used my confusion to move closer to me on the couch. We were close enough to touch, which made me squirmier than ever given that he was openly coming on to me. Everything was moving so fast, and I didn’t have time to process it all. I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t know the right thing, but I was tipsy enough to be tempted away from it. This was all just teasing, right? I grasped for a reason to slow Shane down.
“Okay, you guys are in an open relationship,” I began, as if I approved of such a thing. “But I’m still Hailey’s mother. I’m sure open doesn’t include me.”
“She knows all about my crush on you and she thinks it’s hot. Trust me, she’d be down.”
“What? Shane, what do you mean?”
“Come on, Mrs. D. You have to know I’ve always had a thing for you. Hailey realized it years ago. She used to tease me about it, even told me you could be my hall pass before we were open. You’ve raised a great daughter, Mrs. D. She’s very open-minded.”
“I’m your hall pass? That’s insane, Shane. Surely this is all some kind of joke.”
Shane took my hand and radiated sincerity. “It’s no joke. I’ve been fantasizing about you forever, Mrs. D. And you look incredible tonight. If I have a shot with you, I’m taking it.”
“Who said you have a shot? I’m married.”
“Where is Mr. D? I think you need some attention.”
Was I that transparent? I was going to keep objecting, but Shane short-circuited that when he leaned in and kissed me. I’d like to say that I pushed him away, froze, or at least hesitated, but no. I kissed him right back. I hadn’t been kissed by anyone but my husband in over 20 years and my natural response to being kissed was to kiss back. But even when my brain shouted, This isn’t your husband that you’re kissing, I didn’t slow down.
The kiss took my breath away. Shane packed his years of longing into that kiss and his passion ignited me. I reached for him, raking my pink nails through his thick hair, and pulling him closer. His tongue flicked forward and I eagerly sucked on it, pushing back with my own. Maybe it was the excitement of kissing someone new after so many years or the excitement of a younger man wanting me, but I swore Shane was the best kisser.
Shane pulled me into his arms, and I willingly went. The longer the kiss went, the hotter I became. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I didn’t know how to slow down. I didn’t want to. His thick, strong arms easily enfolded me, and I wanted to climb into his lap. Shane eased me backward instead, laying me down on the couch. He crawled closer, hiking up my skirt, but kept his weight off of me. But I wanted to feel him on top of me. I rose to kiss him and tried to pull him down to me.
I watched with wonder when he reared back and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest was hairy and masculine for such a young man. He wasn’t ripped, but Shane was big, and I could see the power in his broad chest. My body reacted on its own, the damp heat between my legs growing hotter.
Shane looked surprised when I threw myself at him. I guess he thought I was some kind of meek suburban mom who needed to be seduced and led down that path. He’d awakened my inner MILF and I wanted him. I was shocked myself that I had no inner struggle with fucking my daughter’s boyfriend.
I climbed onto his lap, caressing his chest while I straddled him and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Shane threw my glasses aside and ran his fingers through my hair. I’d worn it up and it came tumbling down past my shoulders. I felt him breathing heavily but more importantly felt a huge lump when I pressed down into his jeans. My core surged when I felt what he had. I needed that. I groaned into our kiss thinking about how he might feel inside me.
Shane pulled at my top, but I had to untie the knot holding it closed at my waist. He shoved it open and filled his hands with my breasts. The heat of his touch through the thin lace of my bra sent pleasure pulsing straight to my pussy. He was hurried and groped me roughly, but I didn’t blame him. How long had he fantasized about getting his hands on my tits? I like a bit of rough handling anyway — something my husband has forgotten over the years.
I tore away from our kiss to throw my head back and moan his name. Feeling his hands on me was intoxicating. I reached back and freed my bra for him. I wanted him to have complete access to my body. Shane followed my lead when I guided his lips to my breasts. He was eager and smothered my flesh with a thousand kisses. His licking and sucking drove me wild. My nails dug into his head when I held him in place, but he didn’t complain about the pain. He was obsessed with devouring my tits. Shane worshipped them like my husband hasn’t for so long and it had me moaning and panting for him like I was in heat.
Shane lifted me like I was a doll, and I was on my back again. His strength was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He went to his knees in front of the couch and pushed up my skirt. My panties came down with his hands. Shane pulled one leg over his shoulder and buried his face in my pussy.
“Ohh…whaa…Shane…ohhh god…”
Going down was another thing my husband had forgotten. I don’t entirely blame him. We’d both gotten complacent. It was refreshing to be with a man working so hard to impress me — not that he had to. I was soaked before Shane even touched my pussy. He could have just slid right inside me, but he wanted to taste me. God, was he good at it! I didn’t remember guys being so skilled when I was his age, but Shane knew just how to push my buttons. He sucked at me, making me throb before he zeroed in on my tingling little nub. His tongue led the way, flicking and crisscrossing before his lips came into play. Shane deeply Frenched my pussy and I saw stars.
I cried out sharply, digging my boot heel into his back and shoving myself at his mouth when that first climax tore through my body. My whole being vibrated with delight. Shane kept feasting on me and I detonated again and again. His hunger for me was endless and I felt like his mouth could make me come at will.
Shane left me a trembling, weak mess when he lifted his glazed face from my pussy and smiled at me. I reached for him and pulled him into a deep kiss. Tasting myself on his lips only made me kiss him harder. I pawed at his belt while we kissed and shoved my hand into his jeans. I couldn’t believe what I felt. Shane was a big boy in every way. He grunted when I handled him.
“Shit, Mrs. D, that’s…fucking…good…”
“Take it out, Shane. I want to see it.”
He struggled to his feet and dropped his jeans. An impressive specimen of manhood sprung out, and it was all for me. My awe at seeing that big thing must have shown because Shane glowed with pride. I couldn’t hold the whole thing with both my hands, but I tried my damnedest.
“Ahh shit, Mrs. D…”
Shane stared down at me with wonder. He couldn’t believe I was really handling his cock. I couldn’t believe how big he was, and I think being so neatly trimmed down there made him look even bigger. Two hands couldn’t cover him, and my fists couldn’t close around him. No wonder Hailey always had such a spring in her step. I slowly milked him until a droplet of excitement hung from his blunt tip like a ripe fruit. My sapphire eyes flashed up at him when I closed my lips around the tip and sucked that salty drop away. Shane shook so hard I thought he was going to explode right in my mouth.
I slowly swallowed more and more of him. I took my time because I wanted to tease Shane, but I also had trouble stretching my mouth around that thick piece of meat. My oral skills were rusty, but even if I’d been blowing my husband every day I would have struggled. He isn’t nearly as gifted as Shane. I held the base and pumped the shaft while I hungrily sucked what I could fit in my mouth. He grunted and ran his fingers through my hair, gently holding my head. I tried to relax my throat, but he was just too big. I would choke if I tried to take him all the way.
Shane pulled me off him and I panted for air. I wanted to keep going and make him come, but he wouldn’t give it back to me. I stroked his slick shaft and tried to taste him again, but he denied me.
“I wasn’t done,” I told him, managing to give it a good lick. I loved how it looked like he was going to pass out. I’d never felt sexier.
“I would love to finish in your mouth, Mrs. D, but I want more.”
“What do you mean, Shane?” I played naïve.
He knelt and kissed me deeply. I loved kissing that young man. I loved the way his stubble scratched my cheek. I pumped his cock while we made out. I couldn’t stop touching that thing.
“I’ve gotta fuck you, Mrs. D.”
I backed into the corner of our sectional couch, where we’d have the most room, while Shane kicked off his jeans. I began to unzip my boots, but he couldn’t wait and pushed between my legs. I didn’t mind. Fucking with my boots on and my skirt hiked up felt kinky. I grabbed his bobbing meat and pulled it against me. The fat tip fit right into my slit and Shane pushed it in.
“Oh…my…god…ahhh…”
Shane felt so big. Thank god he had me so drenched or he would have torn me in half. He put my legs up over his arms and held my hips and slowly inched deeper. I was stretched wide open, and he kept going like he had endless dick. My eyes fluttered closed, and I focused on breathing and relaxing. It did hurt, but it was a good hurt. You can’t understand what it’s like to be stretched open by a huge cock until you’ve felt it for yourself.
I stared down in disbelief where our bodies joined. He had that whole thing buried inside me. My lips were stretched obscenely wide. I felt a weird sense of dirty pride that I’d taken such a fat young cock. The discomfort slowly faded, replaced by a deep throbbing. I swear it was his dick throbbing, which made my entire body throb with it. That feeling made me crave him. Something deep in my soul made me want that cock more than anything. I whimpered and squirmed my hips, encouraging him to fuck me. I didn’t care if I looked like an eager slut because he’d turned me into one.
Shane took the hint and got to work. He started with short, deep thrusts, but every time he pulled out further until he was slamming his full length inside me. I’d never been so filled or taken so deep. He tingled parts of me that had never been touched by a man. My entire body crackled with ecstasy every time Shane drove it into me. My legs hung from his powerful arms, bouncing every time he took me.
Deep, animalistic grunts escape my throat, slowly turning to breathy moans and then shrill cries. Shane made me come early with that beautiful cock, and I swear I never stopped. I cried ohmygodohmygod over and over again. I couldn’t comprehend how amazing it felt to be hammered by such a huge cock.
Shane dropped my legs and leaned in close. I grabbed and pulled him into a frantic kiss. His hips did all the work then, smoothly drilling me deep. I wrapped my legs around him, locking the heels of my suede boots behind his back, pulling him into me while I jammed my hips up onto him. We were perfectly in sync, our bodies energized like a closed circuit. He leaned more weight into me and picked it up again, pounding me down into the couch. It was perfect and drove me to my hardest climax of the night.
“Ahh…Shane…ahh god…ahh god yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh god yes!” I howled.
I clawed at his shoulders, leaving deep red furrows. He didn’t complain, but just fucked me harder, which I didn’t think was possible. Sweat dripped off his forward, blinding me, but I didn’t care because I hadn’t been fucked so good in years — maybe not ever.
Shane thrust once…thrust twice…and spiked his cock into me as deeply as it would go. He swelled and I felt his potent young seed jet right against my cervix. Oh god! I’d never felt anything like it! Feeling his jizz coating my insides made me come again and my hot sheath contracted around Shane, making sure I milked every last drop out of him.
His balls rested on my taint, and I felt them tightening as he gave it all to me. It was insane to let such a potent young man come inside me, but the feeling made me feel like I was glowing. A deep, primal part of me wished he was breeding me, as insane as that sounds. His thick meat kept me plugged, trapping every drop of his essence inside me.
We made out and it made him pulse inside of me. I’d forgotten just how quickly a young man could recover. I would have stayed entwined with him all night, but I needed to move and stretch.
“Shane, honey, I need to move.”
“I don’t want to let you go, Mrs. D.”
“You’re going to have to, at least for a minute.”
I stretched my arms and legs and twisted, getting the stiffness out of my body. I felt his cum leaking out of me when I moved and squeezed my thighs together. No, I did not really want to get knocked up by my daughter’s boyfriend, but I also didn’t want him staining the couch either. I also unzipped my boots and kicked them off. I felt good to wiggle my toes.
Shane watched my breasts jiggling when I moved, and I may have shamelessly given them an extra shake. He looked like he was trying to memorize my naked body. I loved that his desire for me hadn’t weakened at all. It was nice to live up to expectations. His lust made me feel like a goddess.
“You’re amazing, Mrs. D. That was…”
“Incredible? Spectacular? It was so good, Shane. I really mean it. You gave me what I didn’t know I needed.”
“I have more where that came from.”
I looked down. He was rock hard again and damn, I wanted it. A visceral feeling made me want to pounce on him and didn’t care if it looked desperate. He caught me looking and smiled. His cock jumped. It was so tempting.
“You know this can’t be a thing. This is just tonight.”
“But tonight isn’t over. You don’t have other plans do you, Mrs. D?”
“You have a point,” I replied, feeling my core tighten.
My body already knew I was going to let Shane have me as many times as he wanted that night. And I was going to get everything I could out of that magnificent cock. I stood and took him by the cock, leading him to the stairs. I didn’t care about fucking him in the bed a shared with my husband. I wanted to be comfortable for what came next.
“You know, Shane, now that you’ve fucked me, you can call me Carrie.”
We both laughed on our way to the bedroom.