For the past two years, my daughter Julie has been dating a young man named Tom. Tom is a clean-cut boy, a football star at their high school and really handsome. At the age of 18, Tom was two years older than my daughter and always seemed more physically mature than my beautiful baby-girl.
One day when I was cleaning Julie's room, I came across her diary. Although I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't resist seeing what she had written in it. As I began to skim the pages, I was shocked to read about how much pressure Tom had been putting on Julie to put out. According to Julie's own words, Tom was demanding sex and threatening to break off their relationship if it didn't happen. I knew how much Julie cared for Tom, but I knew she wasn't ready for sex. She could barely watch it acted out on TV without getting uncomfortable and whenever I tried to talk to her about sexual feelings she clammed up.
That night in bed, I talked to my husband Greg about the issue. He agreed that he didn't want Tom and Julie to break up. "Tom is such a great guy and he's going to university for dentistry in the Fall. Plus, his father and I are golf buddies. It would be really messy for them to break up and I know Julie would be completely heartbroken."
"What should we do?" I asked him. "Maybe we should get a prostitute to treat him a couple of times a week."
Greg didn't like that idea. "I don't want him catching anything that might affect our daughter's health, plus, I want to get him used to lovemaking not just fucking."
I agreed. Tom needed to learn how to treat a woman right, not just use her as a hole.
"Well," Greg sighed, "Julie's going to Timmons to visit your sister next weekend and I'm at the golf course all day. Maybe Tom could come over then and you could take care of it."
My face went flush. "What do you mean, 'take care of it'?"
"Well, it's not the first time you've handled a cock right?" Greg observed.
He wasn't kidding but I smirked anyway. "Yes-"
"And you've always liked Tom physically anyway and well, I don't want to see Julie lose out because she wasn't ready to put out."
"Do you think Tom would actually go for me?"
Greg put his hand on mine. "Of course."
I'm nearly 43, but I never lost the maintenance level I kept up while I was a model in my twenties. Guys always loved my long blonde hair, nice legs and, well, ample bosoms which have never lost their perk. I've always been thin too. No matter what I eat, I could never break past 125.
I snuggled into my loving husband's arms. "And you won't be mad?"
"I think it's for the best." He assured me, stroking my hair as I fell asleep.
****
That Saturday, Greg went to the golf course early and Julie had left for her trip to her aunt's the night before. Around ten in the morning, I called up Tom's cell phone and told him to come over to the house immediately if he wasn't busy. He said he was running some errands for his dad, but could come by within an hour.
I told him that was perfect and used the time to dress myself up in the prettiest, tightest most revealing dress I could find in my closet. It was a small black number whose hem barely covered my camel toe. I clipped my lace stockings to my garters and applied some light makeup. I also washed my bum and pussy just to be sure there weren't any unpleasant surprises for Tom. My pussy had been shaved just a day ago, so I skipped that ritual.
When Tom finally arrived, I greeted him at the front door and brought him into the living room. I told him to take a seat on the couch and get comfortable as I fetched us lemonade.
I handed him a glass and sat next to him on the sofa.
"So Mrs.Mulligan, what's going on?"
"I've heard you want to have sex with my daughter and I want you to know, she isn't ready."
He looked at me with a surprised expression, "Mrs. Mulligan!"
"I want you to know my daughter is 16 and she isn't ready for the responsibility of having sex. Not even giving head."
He looked at me shocked. He couldn't believe I was speaking so frankly.
I looked him over. His 6'0, 180 pound frame made him seem more like a man than a boy, but his eyes were still sparkling with youth. Best of all, playing football had packed some real muscles onto his powerful forearms which I know Julie loved. I tried to resist reaching out to touch them.
"Tom," I asked him gently, taking a sip of my lemonade, "Does it bother you Julie won't have sex with you?"
"Well, everybody else on the team is getting laid, so I guess so." He looked truly dejected. "I've heard getting laid makes you more relaxed and less wound up."
"Well, do you masturbate?" I asked him.
"Well, um- I don't know if I should-"
"You can tell me."
"Sure," he confessed, "but I'm 18 and I've never even seen a pussy. I'm really thinking of breaking up with Julie."
"But you two are in love, aren't you?"
Tom nodded. "Of course I mean, ever since I met her I knew she was the one. She's the only girl I've ever kissed."
My heart warmed. They were such a special couple. I knew I couldn't let Tom break up with Julie.
"Don't cheat on her Tom. She'll be worth waiting for and think about your wedding day. It'll be so much more special, knowing you both waited."
"It seems so far away." Tom said, finishing his lemonade.
Now it was time for the tough part. "Tom, Julie said you threatened to rape her."
"That' not true!" Tom cried. "I didn't say anything like that!"
I picked Julie's diary up from the coffee table and read the passage I bookmarked:
Tom is such an asshole. He's always trying to fuck me. I was thinking about giving him head but he got so aggressive I said no. Then he slapped me and said I should get raped for being a cocktease. Why is he so mean?
I closed her diary. "Tom, I won't put up with you abusing or threatening my daughter." I said sharply.
Tom nodded. "I'm sorry..."
"No more rape talk then. Promise me."
"Yes Mrs. Mulligan. I promise." He stood up as if to go.
"Well Tom, I wouldn't hurry off just yet. I've got a proposition." Standing over me, I noticed his eyes locked on my large breasts and the cleavage my dress revealed. "I don't want this to go on any longer Tom, so, I've been thinking... maybe I could be your surrogate."
He looked at me with a weird glance. "A surrogate?"
" Yes. A sex surrogate. You could use me for sex until Julie is ready."
"But Mrs. Mulligan that's so wrong!" Tom said his mouth agape. "You're my future mother in law!."
"Well, you couldn't tell anyone."
"And what about your husband?"
"My husband is none of your business." I clarified. "Now, either you can forget about this, or I can help you out. I think it would be better than you cheating with some slut who wants to take you away from Julie"
I could tell by the pitch in his pants that he was excited about my offer, but he didn't let me know right away.