My daughter's senior year of High School was very stormy. I'm sure that's true for most families, especially those with a single mom, like ours, but we had more than our share of ups and downs. I confess that I wasn't always the best mother, but I am sure I wasn't the worst, either. I have been itching to tell someone about the year, to hear if others think I was right or wrong.
My daughter Cathy and I are very close, and while I am sure she doesn't tell me everything, she does tell me about the major milestones in her life. She is a truly lovely girl, with long, natural blonde hair (mine is from a bottle), and is not only athletic, but extremely smart. She was on the soccer team and the softball team, while taking three AP classes. So it was no surprise that she was able to hook a very good looking boyfriend.
Kent was on the high school baseball team. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and a flashing smile. When I first met him, I was very happy for Cathy. He was also extremely polite. I have met his parents, they are still together, and they seem like a really lovely family.
The problem started one night when Cathy and I were watching a movie on TV. I admit, I was prying into her relationship with Kent. I think I was perfectly within my rights to find out if my 19 year old daughter was having sex, and if so, if they were using protection. Cathy avoided my questions for some time, but then she suddenly turned to me.
"Okay mom, if you must know, no, we are not having sex!" she snapped, rolling her eyes (which I hate).
"Well why on earth not?" I asked. Cathy was not a virgin, having slept with her previous boyfriend, Jeff.
"Never mind," Cathy answered.
"Why not?" I asked. "Don't you want to?"
"Yes, we both want to, but we can't!"
"You can't?" I was getting worried. Did Kent have some kind of disease? "No joking now, tell me why not!"
"Mo-om!" said Cathy, "it's none of your business!" She started to leave, but I stopped her.
"I'm serious, tell me! Does he have a disease?"
Cathy's eyebrows shot up, and I saw she was on the verge of laughing. "No mom! Should I tell you?"
"Yes! What's so funny?"
Now her face was getting red, and she motioned for me to come nearer. I leaned in, and, stifling laughter she whispered in my ear, "It's too big."
I let out a squeal, and we were both lying on the couch, laughing. "How big?" I asked.
"Really really big. He's like a horse!" We both broke out laughing again.
I was full of mixed emotions. First was relief, that it wasn't anything awful that was keeping Cathy from sleeping with Kent, and I also was thinking back to my days in college. Back in college, I was known for being quite the size queen! I had a boyfriend, Eric, who had a huge cock, and I became quite the little expert on deep-throating his monster. When we broke up, I found that I was much less satisfied with smaller cocks. Eric and I continued to have sex occasionally, even when we were both dating other people. He always said no one could suck his big thing like I could! I guess I was known around campus as a girl who would fuck almost any guy with a really big cock, and so I had plenty of what I liked!
So when Cathy told me her boyfriend had a big one, I was a little nostalgic, a little horny, and a little jealous. I also felt warm that my daughter was following in my footsteps, but if she couldn't take a big cock, maybe she wasn't. Still, she was only 19!
"So do you just give him blowjobs?" I asked Cathy.
"Mom!" She hid her face in her hands. Then she shook her head and whispered "It's too big!"
"Too big for a blowjob? What do you do?" She mimed giving a handjob to a big cock, and I threw a pillow at her. "Oh no! Poor Kent! That's all he gets?" We both dissolved into a fit of giggles.
I thought about telling her about my college exploits, but I held back, I'm not sure why. I have never told her about any of my sexual experiences, and I didn't feel I should. I thought about teaching her how to suck big cock, but I felt a little uncomfortable. I could always decide later, I thought.
"Let's get back to the movie," I suggested, "you can always tell me about the Human Horse later." She threw a pillow at me, and I whinnied.
I have to add here that I was always faithful to my husband when we were married, although his cock was very average in size. I was devastated enough emotionally when he left, two years ago, that I hadn't been in a relationship since then. So two years without any sex, plus twenty-two years without a big cock, left me squirming a bit in my seat.
The next few days I felt horny enough that I decided to go to the internet for a little fun. I think it is to my credit that at first I had no thought of stealing my daughter's boyfriend!
Internet dating was completely new to me. I would have had an easier time if I had been able to ask Cathy, but I felt shy about it. I finally did have to ask a friend, a fellow divorcee, who gave me a tip on which sites to go to for dates, which for sex, and which for something in between.
I chose the latter, and I won't go into it in detail, but it was very disappointing. The guy was self-centered and boring, and he lied about the size of his cock. It was smaller than my husband's! I ended up giving him a blowjob, just to get rid of him, but I was so mad about him misleading me! I ignored his followup phone calls. The whole thing left me feeling hornier than ever.
That was the state I was in two days later, when Kent came over to swim in our pool. Cathy and Kent were in and out of the water. I was tanning and reading a magazine in a lounge chair. I was a little sleepy, so I put the magazine down. Somehow I ended up having a little daydream about Kent.
In my daydream he was leaning over me as I lay in the chair and we were kissing. The daydream went no further than that, but I was very conscious of his hard, muscular bare chest as he kissed me, and my thoughts were also on his big package in his bathing suit.
I snapped out of the daydream suddenly, because I became afraid that I might have a wet spot in the crotch of my bathing suit. I do get very wet when I am horny, although it usually doesn't leak unless I am rubbing my pussy. I was wearing a maroon one-piece, and I just had this sudden embarrassing vision of a big dark spot where my wetness might be soaking through. I decided the best way to handle it was to jump in the pool, which I did. I swam a lap and then climbed out. I was still horny, and very conscious of Kent's mostly naked body nearby.
"I'm going in," I told them, and I went in the house. I checked myself out in a mirror inside, and I looked fine, except my nipples were practically poking through the top of the suit. I went into my bedroom to change my clothes-- okay, and to masturbate. After a fairly unsatisfying session, I realized that I had somehow made up my mind that I was going to fuck my daughter's boyfriend. All I had to do was to come up with a plan.
That week I went to Walmart and bought two bathing suits, one for Kent and one for me. His was a loose, trunk style suit. For myself, I got a bikini with a bottom that was the right size and a top that was two sizes too small.
Cathy is better looking than me in almost every respect. She is a natural blonde with a beautiful face. She is thinner, stronger, and lovely in all ways. My only advantage over her is in the boob department. She is a b-cup, and I am double d. I figured a gal has got to use what she's got.
