This is a story about how I took my daughter's boyfriend away from her. Now you are probably saying to yourself "How could you do such a thing to your own daughter?" or something similar. But before you rush to judgment on my parenting skills, let me tell you a little something about my sweet, loving daughter.

Stacy is a seventeen-year-old, hateful, spoiled rotten little bitch. The only child of a failed marriage, she plays upon her circumstances to get what she wants. Her father and I had her before we realized that our marriage was doomed, and now she uses that as a means to control her father and me.

Roger and I met through a mutual friend at a party she was throwing. Jennifer, our friend, was always throwing parties; she loved socializing and being in a crowd. And it was at one of her famous parties that I met Roger.

We hit it off right away and at first, things were great with us. The sex was amazing and Roger was so sweet. We had a whirlwind romance, just like a fairy tale, and a few short months later we were married. I was twenty-one years old, and Roger was twenty-five. We'd been married for a little over three years, I guess when Stacy was born.

But having Stacy somehow changed Roger. I can't explain it other than he slowly became more distant, more goal-orientated. He was obsessed with work and spent more and more time at the office.

He started going in early and working late into the evening. When he did come home, he was so tired that more times than not, he'd fall asleep in his chair. I would ask him when he came home if he wanted dinner, but he'd usually say he was too tired to eat or that he picked something up from the office.

Sex for us became nearly non-existent. I would take care of my own needs as best I could. I bought myself a couple of plastic boyfriends so that I could have a little excitement once in a while. But they were a poor substitute for the real thing.

Finally, it became more than I could take, and when Stacy was seven years old, we divorced. It had been ten years of marriage and seven years of hell. The divorce didn't set well with any of us, but it hit poor Stacy hardest of all. She couldn't understand why Mommy and Daddy now lived in different towns.

I had moved to a neighboring city to get a fresh start, but we were still close enough that I kept a lot of the same friends (like Jennifer) and Stacy could see her father when it was his turn to have her. Roger and I were sociable, for Stacy's sake, but we were never close like we once were.

Now that Stacy was a teenager, she had the typical teen problems and concerns, but she also had this attitude–I blame her father more than her. I know that he has his new girlfriend (she isn't that much older than Stacy herself!) and he is forever talking me down, telling his girlfriend how much of a pain in the ass I used to be. 

Or how I would never give him what he needed as a husband and a man… blah, blah, blah. Well, that's his opinion and he's entitled to it even if it's all wrong. The problem is that Stacy would hear his bad-mouthing too and she got confused as to who the "bad guy" was.

She had developed this Little Miss Bitch attitude; "You can't do anything to me or I will just go live with Dad and Angela" she would threaten me all the time. And I didn't want that because I knew that he would only want her to hurt me, he didn't really want a teen-aged daughter around cramping his style!

One day I came home from work and found Stacy and her current boyfriend, some leather jacket-wearing hoodlum named Johnny, sitting in the living room kissing and cuddling and pawing each other like they were starving for it. I ignored them and took the sack of groceries I had picked up on the way home to the kitchen.

"Stacy, there's another bag in the car, would you go get it for me? I have to get dinner going," I said.

She just blew me off giggling and kissing on Johnny some more. "Stacy, please go get the groceries out of the car," I repeated.

"As if!" she sneered, giggling to Johnny, who chuckled along with her.

Fuck it I'll do it myself as always, I thought to myself. As I walked past the two of them I heard her say, in her usual snotty manner, "Did you pick up my cigarettes?"

"You know I don't want you smoking, Stacy. It's a filthy, disgusting habit" I said.

"Well, Dad lets me smoke! He even buys my cigarettes for me. God, Mom, you are such a bitch at times!" she said.

With that, I left the room heading to get the groceries out of the car. I could hear them laughing at me in the kitchen, but I didn't care. Okay, I cared, but I wasn't going to let her know that her words hurt. When I came back in with the second bag, Johnny was just getting ready to leave.

"Well, babe I gotta run. I'm meeting Billy and Pete and we're gonna get some beer," he said.

"Do you have to go? You're gonna leave me alone with her?" she said, nodding her head to me as I made dinner in the kitchen.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he said. After he left, Stacy stormed off to her room, pissed off that I apparently ruined her evening of making out and who knows what else!

A couple of days went by, and I was at home cleaning. It was my day off work, and Stacy was out with one of her girlfriends when Johnny came by the house.

"Hi, Ms. Peterson, is Stacy home?" he asked.

"No, Johnny, she's out with some of her friends," I said.

"Oh, okay then," he said and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute Johnny, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked.

"Um… I guess, sure."

"Come on in, I'll get us a couple of drinks. Want a beer?" I asked.

"Sure…" he said, looking a bit bewildered. I got a couple of beers and brought them to the living room where Johnny was sitting. He was sitting on the sofa, on the edge of his seat, as if he was ready to bolt at any second.

"Relax Johnny, I just want to talk to you. Now you and Stacy have been seeing each other for a while, haven't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, for a couple of months or so, why?" he asked.

"Well, I think it's a good thing, you and her getting together. I mean after some of the other bums and losers she has dragged home, it's nice to see her with a decent guy," I said.

This was total bullshit - Johnny was every bit the shiftless loser asshole the others had been. But I had a plan to get even with my bitch of a daughter and teach her lesson - not to mess with Mama!

"Really?" he said, stunned that I had actually given him a compliment.

"Sure, You should see some of the low-life scum she has brought home. Some of them look like they hadn't had a bath since their mama's water broke!" I said. He looked at me still a bit off-balance from my wanting to talk to him. I decided to make my move before he figured things out.

"You like my daughter, don't you, Johnny?" I said.

"Sure, of course, I do."

"She has a hot little body doesn't she?" I said.

"Umm… I guess so, yeah," he said. I could see he was getting a bit uneasy at this, so I tried to get him to relax.

"It's okay, Johnny, Stacy and I have our differences, but we talk sometimes too–especially about boys and stuff," I said, smiling. This made him feel a little better. I decided he was ready for more.

"You know, Johnny…" I said, scooting closer to him, "she gets her looks and her body from me."

"S-she does?"

"Mmmhmm…" I said, unbuttoning a couple of buttons on the light sweater I was wearing. As the cool room air hit my freshly exposed skin, it made my nipples rock hard very quickly and he could see everything!

Johnny was starting to fidget in his seat and took another swig of beer just because he couldn't think of anything else to do. I smiled to myself, knowing I was getting to him now.

I noticed that talking about my body and my nipples had drawn his eyes down to my tits. He seemed fascinated with my 36DD's, so I used his focus.

"Do you want to see?" I asked.

"W-what?" he said, shocked that I would offer something like that.

"It's okay, Johnny. You are dating my daughter, don't you want to see what's in store for you?" I said, "Like the old saying goes, if you want to see what your wife will look like later on, look at her mother!"

I finished unbuttoning my sweater and opened it to show him my tits. "What do you think? Tell me, Johnny, do you like them?" I asked.

"I-I… When is Stacy supposed to be home?" he said, trying to get his head back on straight. I wasn't going to let him.

"Don't worry about her, she won't be back for hours. Besides, why worry about a girl when you have a woman right here in front of you!" I said. "Go ahead, touch them. Feel how firm they are. I take good care of myself, Johnny… I could… show you."

I took hold of the huge bulge my teasing had grown in his pants. I squeezed it and felt it twitch in my grip. I began slowly stroking it as I leaned over and gave him a long kiss.

At first, he wasn't too sure, but my hand on his cock soon clouded any judgment he may have had and his basal instincts overrode any hesitation. He was a man, and an immature one too–he thought with his cock and I had control of that!

He leaned forward and sucked one of my hard nipples into his mouth and I grabbed the back of his head pushing his face harder onto my tit. His mouth did feel good suckling me, I will give him that!

"Oh fuck Johnny… that feels wonderful, baby!" Without letting him off my tit, I moved around to straddle his lap. I began grinding on his hard cock through his jeans. I wanted him to know I had the moves as well as the body! I put my arms around his neck, playing with his hair as he sucked on my tits, switching sides every so often.

After a bit of tit sucking and rocking on his cock, the young man was ready for the next step. I pulled away, acting as though I was on fire too (and to be fair, I wasn't too far from it!) and I stood up.

"C'mon, baby, I want to show you what a woman feels like!" I said. He followed me like a puppy on a leash as we walked hand in hand to the bedroom.

Once we got to the bedroom, I shut the door behind us. I took him over to the bed, and with a gentle but insistent push with my fingertips, sat him on the edge of the bed. I walked a few steps away and turned around, locking eyes with him. He sat there on the bed, totally engrossed as he watched me begin my little striptease.

It was flattering knowing that this young man, who was actually fairly good looking, to be honest, was so into watching me. It made me want to give him a good show… even though I was doing this to teach my ungrateful daughter a lesson, I still wanted him to realize that us "mature" women still had something to give as well.

In my younger days, I used to do little stripteases for Roger from time to time and even took a class on stripping. Well, actually it was supposed to be an "exercise dance" class, but it involved the same movements and grinding that a stripper does, only without removing the clothes! It was put on by a retired professional Las Vegas stripper.

I enjoyed dancing for Roger and, although it had been a few years since I had an appreciative audience to dance to, I picked up the moves pretty quickly and Johnny didn't know the difference. His main focus was on seeing me reveal more and more skin–he didn't really care how!

I slowly took the sweater and my bra and tossed it at him. He smiled at that and set the top on the bed next to him. Then I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my skirt and wriggled my hips out of it letting the skirt slide down my long legs to puddle around my ankles. Stepping out of it with one foot, I used the other to toss the skirt in a corner of the room. I was left in nothing but my skimpy panties.

Even though I was a mother now and not the young twenty-something I used to be, I still held out and refused to wear women's brief-style underwear or "granny panties". I still wore the bikini panties that I had always worn… I wasn't ready to be that grownup!

And judging from the wide grin on Johnny's face, I didn't need to, either. I stood there in front of the leering young man as he looked me over, undressing me the rest of the way with his eyes and licking his lips in lustful anticipation.

"Come over here and let me take those panties off you!" he said.

"So you think you can boss me around and treat me like you treat my daughter do you?" I said, acting all high and mighty, as I stepped closer to him, "I'm not a starry-eyed teenager you can make your little slut."

"Fuck her! I'm tired of Stacy's crap. She bores me. I want a real woman. I want someone who knows how to treat me right without all the childish whining and shit!" he said. He reached out and grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer until I was standing right in front of him.

Looking up and watching me for my reaction, he slid his hands up my arms and then back down the sides of my body until he reached the waistband of my panties. Smiling wickedly, he began sliding them down my hips and then down my legs. He never looked down but kept his eyes on my face.

I tried not to let him see it, but inside, his cocky self-confident bearing was making me wet! As he took hold of my panties, I bit the corner of my lower lip and as my panties slid down I took a deep breath.

I felt my panties reach the point where they dropped the rest of the way to the floor. I stepped out of them gingerly.

"Give them to me slut," he said, making fun of what I had said to him about my daughter. He had taken charge and now it was me, not my daughter, that was his slut.

I handed him my panties and watched as he brought them to his face inhaling my scent deeply. "I can smell your hunger," he growled. I felt my knees go weak and before I could stifle it, a soft whimper escaped my lips.

"Your daughter is worthless at cocksucking. She can barely suck good enough for me to get hard. Let's see if Mama can do any better," he said, pointing to the ground in between his spread thighs.

I knelt down on the floor in front of him and he lay back on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and his head propped up watching me as I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. He lifted his ass a bit as I peeled his pants off him and tossed them into the same corner as my skirt.

The bulge that remained in his boxers was quite admirable and it definitely had my attention. In the ten years since Roger, I haven't had a relationship that lasted more than a few dates and only one of those.

My social life was okay–I went to parties and social occasions like holidays and such and I had friends, but as far as romantic dates those were very few and far between. And at this point, I hadn't had a man in my bed in three years.

So when I saw Johnny's impressive cock screaming to get out of his boxers only inches from me… well, it was a temptation I wasn't prepared to resist!

My hands trembled as I reached up to pull his boxers down. I wasn't sure if it was from the idea I was about to suck the cock of my daughter's boyfriend, or if it was the excitement I was going to suck a cock again, but just as I reached for his boxers, he grabbed my wrists and stopped me.

"Don't you know how to ask for something, slut?" he said, with a smug smile, "No wonder your daughter doesn't have any manners. Now ask me and you'd better ask me right or you won't be getting any of this cock!"

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to dominant me… this half-grown pup of a man was trying to turn me into his submissive slut! The problem is it was working!

By now I was dripping and I wanted that cock more than anything. He wanted me to beg, that was fine by me–I wasn't above begging even to a young smart-ass stud like Johnny!

"Please, Johnny! Please give me that fat cock, baby. I want to taste you, I want to feel you deep in my tight wet pussy! C'mon, baby, let me make you feel good. I'll take good care of you, lover. Let me suck that big fat juicy cock!" I said, licking my lips at the end.

Yeah, I could be a slut when the need arose!

"That's more like it. Now suck my cock and let's see if you are any better at it than your pathetic daughter!" he sneered.

I pulled his boxers down, and I saw for the first time the cause of that bulge in his boxers. Johnny may have been a half-grown pup of a man but he sported a full-sized man's cock!

No wonder my daughter was so smitten with him. He was quite dominant and hung like a horse! Stacy missed out on having a real man around the house, even when Roger was around, so his dominance was something she craves. And his cock…

I took the eight-inch long and two-inch diameter cock in my hand and marveled at the meaty pole. It had been so long… His cock throbbed in my grip and the soft velvety texture of the skin was mesmerizing. I took a tentative lick over the head trying to remember the taste of a cock.

The next thing I knew I had half his length crammed into my mouth and wanted still more! I bobbed up and down on his hard cock, surrendering to the feelings now, no longer resisting or trying to be in control. I was a slut - a cocksucking, boyfriend-stealing slut whore and I loved it! I threw my all at this wonderful hard cock. I wanted him and I wanted him in the worst way!

I licked and sucked on Johnny's steel-hard cock, showing him I had tricks that only experience could teach. I wanted him to forget about my daughter–I wanted him now! I know it sounds awful and I should feel terrible. I'm a horrible mother.

But Johnny, himself, said he was tired of Stacy's whining and he's bored with her. Hell, for all I knew, he was already planning on dumping her. And it had been so fucking long since I'd had something hard and thick in my cunt… I needed to be fucked and he was ready, willing, and oh so able to give it to me!

Johnny pushed me off him, suddenly standing up and pulling me to my feet. He pushed me backward onto the bed and as I fell, I automatically spread my legs wide as if it was a natural reaction. He noticed it as well. "Look at you whore, you fall on the bed and spread your legs like you expect something!" he laughed.

He pushed my legs up over my head making me hold them out of the way. I fully expected him to enter me at that point and I was already panting as I readied myself for his huge cock. But instead of stuffing me with his man-sausage, he knelt down in front of me, and shoved his face into my crotch!

"Oh, God!" I cried out loudly as I felt his hot mouth close over my pussy and his long tongue snake its way into my tunnel. His tongue felt like it was a foot-long as it pushed deeper and deeper into my cunt, probing and wriggling and searching every nook and cranny for my sweet juices.

My eyes got as wide as dinner plates and my mouth dropped open in shocked surprise as he ate my pussy like he was born to it. Johnny may have been young, but the boy knew his way around a woman's pussy! He touched me in places that I didn't even know existed anymore, and his tongue did things to me I had never felt before.

I was writhing and squirming and trying to back away from the teasing tongue, but he wrapped his arm around my thighs and wasn't about to let me get away. I thrashed and clawed at the sheets, my head whipping back and forth as I moaned and screamed and whimpered in rapturous delight.

Johnny's domineering attitude and the fact that he wanted me, coupled with what his amazing tongue was doing to me very quickly brought me to the edge of a massive orgasm. And he wasted no time in pushing me over it either.

"Oh fuck, Johnny I'm cumming, I'm cuuummminnnggg!" I screamed out as I felt myself falling into the black void. My hips humped up at his mouth even as I pushed his face down into my pussy with both hands, wanting to push his whole face into my starving cunt.

I held his head there as he kept on licking and sucking the flood of juice I was pouring out for him. I don't ever remember cumming so hard–it was as if I was making up for all the lost opportunities and orgasms that I had missed out on in this one earth-shattering orgasm.

I hadn't even come down from my orgasm before Johnny had moved quickly up my body and with my legs over his shoulders and one arm around them to hold them there, he used the other to grab his massive cock and shove it hard and deep in my still quivering pussy!

This lit me up like he'd shoved a live electrical wire in there instead of his huge cock. I arched my back almost to the point of breaking it, screaming out as he sunk fully into me.

"Oh my GOD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He had shoved all eight inches of his cock into me, slapping his balls against my ass as he pounded into me so hard it made me grunt with every thrust.

Johnny pounded into me like he wanted to break me–I hadn't seen his kind of ferocity except in some of the porn movies that Roger had when we first got together. I had kept a couple of the ones I liked and used them as masturbation material when I needed to let off some steam.

But now instead of watching a porn movie, I felt like I was in one! Johnny was slamming his piledriver cock into me without mercy, pistoning in and out of me like he expected to hit oil anytime.

"Fuck me! Fuck me you bastard!" I screamed at him as he tried his level best to split me like firewood. I was delirious with pleasure as he opened up my long-neglected womanhood and stretched me like I hadn't been stretched in a very long time.

Roger was a fair-sized man in his day, but Johnny here had him beat by a good two inches in length. And I can't even remember any of the few one-nighters that I'd had. I almost felt like a virgin again except this time there was no pain when he opened me up… only incredible pleasure.

As he kept up his furious assault on my cunt, I clawed at my tits, pinching my nipples so hard I nearly tore them off and pulling at my tits wickedly. I wanted to feel. I wanted to feel pain… I wanted to feel pleasure. It didn't matter anymore–I was so swept up in the whirlwind of sensations and emotions that it all became the same thing.

"Fuck my cunt hard! Hard dammit!" I cried as he thrust again and again into me, each one seeming to stab at my very soul. Johnny was now pulling his cock completely out of me and then shoving fully back into me with a single hard thrust, each time opening me like the first time.

Feeling him leave me saddened me; I felt empty and abandoned. But then his cock plowed its way back into me and I felt gloriously full again. The juxtaposition of the two opposites drove me out of my mind!

Suddenly I felt the beginnings of another tidal wave coming on. I grabbed the backs of his thighs as he plowed into me once more.

"Oh, Johnny, I'm gonna cum again! Please make me cum, please make me cum, please make me cum!" I chanted. I could feel the pressure building in my cunt. I knew this one would be bigger than either of the others…

"Fuuuccckkkkmeee!" I screamed as the tsunami hit me like a freight train. Johnny must have sensed the force that this orgasm held, because just as it hit he pulled out and I squirted–I actually squirted–my pussy juice out onto the bed under me! Just like the porn stars in the movies, I really squirted. God, it was amazing! I shot two or three spurts into the air to land a couple of feet from me!

Johnny must have thought it was pretty wild too because he shoved two middle fingers into my cunt and with short, rapid jerks he got me to squirt again and even a third time!

After that, I was exhausted. I hadn't had sex in a long time and now having it all at once like this, I was drained. But Johnny hadn't cum yet and he wasn't going to let me off without finishing the job.

"Get on your knees whore, I'm not done yet!" he snarled and dragged me off the bed onto the floor. I rose instantly to my knees and as he stepped up to me, I took his beautiful cock into my mouth, tasting my own pussy on him.

I licked and sucked for all I was worth, and I guess I must have done something right, because I felt his nuts tighten and I played with them, coaxing them into releasing their prize. I felt him swell in my mouth and he pulled out of my mouth just before he released.

"Open your mouth whore, I want to cum in your mouth," he said. So I knelt there like a baby bird waiting to be fed as he jerked his cock to shoot the first jet of white, scalding cum into my mouth. He tasted salty but delicious, I hadn't had that taste in what seemed like forever.

I wanted more, I wanted all of it. But he was playful and the next jet landed across my face; he wanted to humiliate this hungry older woman and show that he had mastered me. I didn't care, I could lick it off later. He shot a third jet across my tits and then he went back up to my face and mouth to finish off.

I've never seen anyone that could unload that much cum in one orgasm! It seemed like he'd never finish! By the time he had emptied his balls, I was dripping cum from my face, my chin and running down over and between my tits. It was wonderful! I felt like a real whore and he looked at me with a superior smirk on his face. He knew he'd won, and he knew I knew it too.

"What are you?" he said as he grabbed my sweat and cum matted hair, pulling my head back to look at him standing over me.

He wanted me to admit what he had made me. He wanted me to say it to him.

"Answer me! What are you?" he repeated.

"I'm a slut… a whore!" I said to him.

"Yes you are," he said, smiling. "A dirty, filthy cocksucking whore." I knew that he meant it as a compliment to my talents.

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Johnny continued to see both Stacy and me for a few more months before Stacy found out about us. She was understandably pissed at me and for a while, we didn't speak.

But then she found another guy, one who treated her better and didn't just use her as a handy place to rest his cock. It was then that she realized that what I had done was shown her what Johnny was really all about. We became really close friends after that.

Of course, I dumped Johnny at about the same time as Stacy did. I did miss that cock of his, but I, too, found someone who made me feel loved and needed. So both Stacy and I got what we had wanted and needed after all.