Hi. My name's Tessa. I just turned eighteen last April, and I have a problem. I'm supposed to start college next month but I don't want to go. If you're thinking the reason is because of a guy, well you guessed right. But what you might not have guessed is who the guy is. His name is Joey. He's thirty-five, and he's my mother's boyfriend.
The thing about Joey is...well...I'll just come right out and say it. I'm totally obsessed with his cock! I think about it all the time. ALL the time! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen; the absolute greatest thing I've ever felt, the most fun toy I've ever played with, and the best thing I've ever had in my mouth!
So I think you can see already that there are some complications to my situation. If I'm going to tell you about it, I suppose I should start at the beginning.
It all started about 18 years ago—No really! It kind of did, because, you see, my mom, Tina, was only sixteen when she had me. It was rape, basically. She and her friend thought they'd be adventurous and sneak into a frat party on campus in the college town she grew up in. Basically, she passed out drunk and woke up pregnant. She never knew who my father was.
Her parents wanted her to get an abortion, but they'd also sent her to Catholic schools so Mom didn't believe in abortion. She wanted to have me. So basically, they kicked her out, and that kind of soured their relationship. I've met them a couple of times but I don't have a relationship with them either. It's always been just Mom and me. We're really close. In a lot of ways she's my hero. She's sacrificed a lot for me. We've been through a lot together.
In a lot of ways we're more like sisters than the typical mother and daughter. Of course Mom loves it when people ask if we
are
sisters. Mom's only thirty-four. She still looks great. We both have shoulder length blonde hair and the same basic build, except at 5'7" I'm about an inch taller. I should have said we have the same build naturally. We're both kind of flat-chested, but with a great ass. Or at least Mom
was
flat-chested, until she got her fake boobs.
Of course since she was starting out as a single mother without even a high school diploma, we had no money. Mom worked waitress jobs, got her GED, and eventually put herself through community college to become a med tech at the hospital. It wasn't until a couple years ago that she finally paid off her loans, and then she felt it was time to treat herself. She'd always been self-conscious about her lack of tits. A couple tactless guys had even told her if she had bigger tits she'd be a real knockout. So last year, at thirty-three, and still in her prime, she finally got the body she'd always wanted.
Guys are so shallow. Mom was cute. She'd always gotten attention from guys. But I gotta say, those new tits really kicked it up a notch! Of course, Mom wasn't exactly hiding 'em either. She bought a whole new wardrobe of low-neckline dresses and tops to show off her new hot bod. In fact, she was wearing one of those new tops the day she met Joey. He was a new mechanic at the shop where she took our car, and she made sure she caught his eye. They chatted. She let on that she was single. He asked her out, and they hit it off.
Mom hadn't really dated much while I was growing up. As a single mother putting herself through school and working full time, mostly she was too tired to put a lot of effort into getting out there. In fact, in the about fifteen years I could remember, there'd only been two "special friends" who stayed over, and neither of those relationships had lasted more than a few months.
But there was something special about Joey. Mom fell hard for him right away. And I guess we share similar tastes in men too, because I wasn't far behind her (although I kept that to myself). Joey was funny. He treated her right, and he just oozed sex appeal, at least for us. I'm not sure how to say it other than to say he was just all MAN. He was good-looking, but not too pretty, tall, but not too tall, strong, but with real muscles he used at work, not just something for show built at the gym.
For Mom, the timing was right too. I was getting ready to head off to college. She was finally secure in her career and her finances and feeling good about herself. If I was preparing for my future, she was ready to get on with hers too.
"Tessa," she said to me over breakfast one morning, "Joey and I have been going out for a couple weeks now and I really like him."
"That's cool, Mom, I really like him too."
"No, I mean I REALLY like him. You're eighteen now and you know you're not just my daughter, you're my closest friend. So I'm just gonna give it to you straight, OK?"
"Of course, Mom."
"I want to have sex with him."
"Cool. He seems great." I had figured this was coming. "That's what people do."
"So...are you OK if I bring him over here, or would you rather we go over to his place?"
"This is your apartment, Mom. Whatever you want is fine by me." I was playing it cool, at least somewhat. I sincerely didn't want to get in the way of her new relationship, or her starting her new life, but secretly, I was kind of hoping they'd just do it over at his place, so I wouldn't have to deal with it. But that also made me feel a little bit like a hypocrite.
Prom had come just three weeks after my eighteenth birthday, and she totally knew I had given up my virginity to my date, Greg. She helped me get on the pill to make extra sure I was safe, even though she also made me promise to use condoms, and she'd also even volunteered to clear out of the apartment for the night if we needed a place. We'd even talked about what it was like after. Like I said, sometimes it was more like she was my best friend than my mom. She even knew I wasn't in love with Greg. Mostly I just really wanted to get it over with and not have to go to college as a virgin. She didn't agree with my decision, but she respected it, and totally gave me my space to make it.
So you see, I kind of had to play it cool with her and Joey. What I didn't know was that Joey had his brother staying with him, and although he was alright, it made it so Mom felt more comfortable at home. So that's how it started that I had to listen to Mom and Joey fuck.
That first time, they were fairly quiet. Plus they played the stereo, and Mom actually bought me earplugs. We live in a two-bedroom apartment, and my bedroom and hers share a wall. Actually, the beds are up against the same wall. Back when neither of us had a boyfriend, which was basically my whole life since I was twelve, it wasn't an issue.
That first night Joey stayed over, I stayed in my room until after he left the next morning. Then I lied to mom and told her I didn't hear a thing, what with the earplugs, and the music and all, and taking the melatonin to help me sleep. In truth, I'd heard and felt their bed knocking against the wall. I'd heard his deep voice and her little high pitched yelps. But overall, it wasn't too bad. The earplugs definitely helped.
But Joey started staying over a lot more often, three or four times a week. They started getting a little less cautious, and I started leaving my earplugs out, leaving my headphones off. I stopped using my melatonin. I started actively listening to them, and playing with myself while I listened. Mom and Joey were clearly having a VERY good time. It was fucking HOT, is what it was.
They'd start off easy. You could tell their voices had a flirty tone. They teased. There were times I'd mostly only hear Mom's voice, moaning and saying things like, "Oh, baby...so good. Baby that's so good." Then the pace would pick up and maybe she'd let out a couple of "Oh My Gods!" or something like that. That's when I figured Joey was probably going down on her.
Or I'd hear Joey's low rumble, "That's it, baby!...you're so beautiful...suck it like that!" It was pretty easy to picture what was happening in my head. And the picture was, to be honest, not bad. I was really attracted to Joey. He had a great twinkle in his eye and his voice and smile were so sexy! I didn't picture Mom as much. That was kind of too weird, but she was a beautiful woman. I was sure that if there'd been a camera in there, they would have made a pretty hot porno.
After the preliminaries, they'd get to banging. Just from the different sounds the bed made I got to where I thought I knew whether they were doing it missionary, or doggy, or cowgirl. It sounded like doggy tended to make mom cum the hardest. She liked to ask him to go harder. Over and over I heard her say, "it's so big." While I listened, in my mind I'd imagine him working up a sweat as he plowed into me instead of her, stretching me with his huge cock. I'd furiously strum my clit to try and cum before they did, just to be sure they couldn't hear me, and then know they had a "silent partner" on the other side of the wall.
Things went on like that for a couple of months. I got really good at getting myself off quietly. They both always looked so happy the next morning. I thought again about all the guys I knew, trying to think if there were any who could help me out so I wouldn't have to only help myself, but every time I even tried to think of one, pretty soon in my head he just turned into Joey. Joey was the only guy I wanted to fuck!
But Joey was Mom's, so Joey was off limits. He'd take showers over at our apartment sometimes in the morning, and I thought about trying to conjure up an excuse to walk in on him, and at least get a peek at the cock that was "so big" and gave Mom so much pleasure. But I could never come up with an excuse that worked well enough. Mom was always there.
One time I was in the bathroom when Joey walked in wearing only his tight boxer briefs. We had both gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. We tended to leave the bathroom light on as a night light, so he didn't think anything of it when he saw the light was on in there, and I'd only slightly closed the door, not latched it. I was on the toilet, so nothing was really visible for him when he walked in on me, but I could see a pretty good bulge in his shorts. I'm sure he wasn't hard though, just stretching out the fabric nicely.
Joey took to calling me "kiddo." It was cute. I mostly didn't mind. But sometimes I resented it a little, feeling like he was reminding me that I was too young for him. Then I wondered if maybe he was doing that partly to remind himself, or to
