Mom's Boyfriend

Doug, my mom’s boyfriend. I admit I didn’t like him when they first started dating, but I always understood the attraction: he’s the epitome of a hot douchebag. Works as a promoter at a club, six-foot-two and muscled as all hell, covered in tattoos. He has that tough-but-sensitive look, like he needs to be taken care of. Mom fell for it hard, but he turned out to be not that bad of a guy. Despite some rough patches when he first moved in, we wound up getting along. He keeps out of my life, and I do the same. 

Mom started a new job, and a few months into it she started hanging out a lot with this one friend she met there. She was gone a lot, and even I started considering that she was fucking someone else. Doug was moping around the house all the time, and once I caught him flipping through Tinder on his phone. He clicked off his phone real quick and I pretended not to notice, but he had to know I’d caught him.

I never had any intention of seducing Doug, who came off as pretty straight. But the thought had crossed my mind. Like when I’d catch him coming out of the bathroom in just a towel, his smooth muscled and tan body with all its tattoos. Almost as bad was when he’d freeball in his basketballs shorts or sweatpants, the thick tube of his cock swinging around as he cleaned or cooked. His ass was something special, too, a real bubble butt. 

Mom went out of town for what she said was a girl’s weekend in Cleveland. But Doug was obviously not too happy about it. I was off work, and bored, so that night I figured I’d try to cheer him up. I picked up some weed from a friend who has a medical card, and pulled out a bottle of whisky I’d got for my birthday a couple weeks before.

He smiled when I showed him the bottle and the weed.

“What would your mom say?” he asked after we’d done a shot. I was rolling us a joint on the coffee table. 

“Well, she’s in Cleveland,” I said.

“She sure is,” Doug said mysteriously. 

“What’s up with you guys?” I said, and licked the joint to seal it. “Trouble in paradise?”

Doug leaned back on the couch and sighed as he ran his hand up his shirt. “Dude I don’t know…probably nothing.” I lit the joint and passed it to him. As we smoked he started talking about this movie he’d seen when he was younger, which turned into him talking about seeing porn for the first time, and as we got higher the subject turned to sex. 

“I mean, if anything, what I’m struggling with…just tell me if this is too much information,” Doug said, turning toward me on the couch and tucking his foot against his crotch. “I…she won’t go anywhere near my ass.” 

“Okay that is too much information,” I said, laughing as I snuffed out the roach in the ashtray. Doug laughed too.

“C’mon, dude - you’ve never gotten a proper rimjob? It’s the best thing ever,” he said. I shrugged. “I beg her but she won’t do it. And I keep it clean, shaved, everything. I mean, it’s a nice ass. I know it is. Plus I’ve seen you looking at it,” he said, smiling slyly at me through his bloodshot eyes. 

“I plead the Fifth,” I said. 

“I don’t care, man,” he said, eyes lingering a little too long on mine. "I like that you like it." The weed and the conversation had me anxious. Doug moved his foot until it was resting against my thigh. “You are bi, right?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Did Mom tell you?”

“She didn’t have to,” Doug said, chuckling and reaching for the whiskey. He poured us each another shot. “The way you check me out, it’s pretty obvious.” 

I didn't say anything as he handed me the shot glass. We clinked them together and threw them back. The whiskey spread warmly through my body. “You don’t think I’ve let guys blow me before?" Doug said. "C’mon, man. It’s 2022.”

“Wow,” I said. “Does Mom know about that?” 

“Like I give a shit,” he said. “No offense. Just that she’s off fucking her coworker in Cleveland.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah; ‘Oh,’” he said, shaking his head. “It’s fucked up. But it just makes me want to go for what I want. You know?” he said, looking at me and pressing his sweatpants-clad thigh against mine. “So…want to?”

“What?” I said. My heart was pounding.

“Eat my ass,” he said. 

“Uh…” I said.

“C’mon, man,” Doug said. I could see his cock rising in his sweatpants. Mine started to get hard, too. “Just this once? It wouldn’t have to be anything more than that.”

“Fuck, dude. This is crazy,” I said. 

“Just lick it for me while I jack off. I’ll shower and everything first, I’ll get it super clean. I won’t tell your mom, either. Look at you, man,” he said, reaching down to tweak my hard-on through my shorts. “I’m turned on, too.” He lowered the waistband of his shorts. There was his cock - thick and hard, shaved to the nub. He snapped the waistband back. “I’ll even suck your cock while you’re doing it, if you want,” he said, copping another squeeze of my hard-on. “But you sure as shit can’t tell anybody about that.”

“Doug…this is…” I said, and pushed his hand away.

“Dude, look at us, we’re both rock hard. It’s just us here. Who cares?" He gave me that look of his. "Lick it for me, dude. I haven’t been rimmed in years, bro, I'm dying here.”

“Fuck,” I said, sounding more resigned than I'd intended. Doug stood up. “I’ll go shower right now, okay? We’ll do it on my bed,” he said. Meaning my mom’s bed. “Okay?”

“This is insane,” I said. 

“Here, one more shot," he said, so we threw back another then I waited nervously on the couch, listening to the shower run down the hall. Ten minutes later he sauntered out in a towel. “Ready, man?” he said, tweaking his cock under the towel.

“As I’ll ever be,” I said, following him into the bedroom. Fact is I was horny beyond belief, maybe from how hot Doug was, maybe from the taboo nature of doing it with my Mom’s boyfriend. When we got to their room he shucked off the towel. He was still hard. 

“Here, I’ll get on all fours," he said. 

"Cool,” I said as Doug got into position on the bed. He spread his butt, and damn if it wasn’t as beautiful, pink and smooth as he’d advertised. I thought, Mom’s crazy if she doesn’t want to get her tongue in there. 

I got on the bed behind him. The whiskey and weed were making my head swim, as was the smell of him which - even though he was clean - still had a muskiness that turned me on. 

“Oh fuck yes,” he said softly as I started to drag my tongue around his legs and then down the small of his back. He was so smooth and built, it was like licking an ice cream cone. I teased him, flicking my tongue all along his firm cheeks and even darting it in and along his crack, but pointedly avoiding his hole. Before I went deeper, I shucked off my shorts. I was raging hard. 

“Duude,” he gasped when I finally pressed my tongue to his hole. “Oh my god…oh my god…” He was moaning but it was all low and quiet, even though we were alone.

He tasted so good and part of me thought: I could get hooked on this. I alternated shallow flicks of my tongue with deep licks into his hole that got him moaning. He had his right hand wrapped around his cock but was only stroking himself a little, then he'd let go and let it bounce and throb as I ate him out. It honestly was some of the best ass I’d ever eaten, clean and tight, even tanned to the point where I figured he must spread his cheeks in the tanning bed to get every last inch of his flesh golden brown.

“Fuck I could cum like this,” he said, voice muffled by the pillow he’d stuffed his face into. When he said that again, his voice catching a little, I figured it was time to cash in on his earlier offer.

“You gonna suck me?” I said. He hesitated a little.

“Yeah man,” he finally said. I laid down on the bed, hard rod pointing at the ceiling. Doug straddled my face.

“Oh hell yeah,” Doug said as he smothered me in ass. I darted my tongue out to meet his hole and he ground down on it, stroking his rod and tweaking his muscle tits. Eventually his hands ran down my body and wrapped around my cock. He stroked it as I licked him, then he leaned down to take it in his mouth.

He wasn’t a great cocksucker. I reflexively pulled away once when his teeth scraped my shaft. “Sorry dude, been a while since I sucked cock,” he said, then went back down on me. We found a rhythm. The deeper I licked him the deeper he seemed to stuff my cock down his throat. Eventually I felt his throat open up and take me down to the nuts. He held it there a moment, then gagged and came up coughing.

“Damn, dude,” he said, stroking my spit-slicked rod. “Fuckin big dick down my throat,” he said, and went right back down for more. I felt like I could stay in that position forever, it was such a hot ass. But both of us were getting close. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I finally said. Doug came off my rod and jacked me as he ground his hole on my tongue. 

“Cum for me, dude,” Doug said, and I shoved my tongue in him deep as he jacked me off to climax. I guess me cumming in his mouth would have been too much, but he did stroke me the whole time while I shot, and I think a lot of my cum landed on his dick, which he used as lube to keep jacking himself. 

“Eat me, bro. Lick my ass. Fuck!” he said as he rode my tongue like a cowboy. He groaned when he blew, hole tightening around my tongue with each shot. Jets of cum landed on my stomach, cock and balls. 

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he kept saying through clenched teeth, until he'd drained the last of his nut. 

Then he hopped right up off me, still panting from the orgasm. He stood next to the bed, sheened in sweat, his cock still hard and dripping. “That was incredible,” he said. I was exhausted but when Doug held out his hand I took it, and he lifted me up off the bed. 

“Dude,” he said, shaking his head and pulling my body into his. We did an awkward bro-hug then looked at each other and laughed. “I can’t thank you enough.” 

"My pleasure," I said. Then I walked, wobbly-kneed, back to my room as Doug went to take another shower. I was covered in cum but I kind of liked it. In fact, I found I didn’t feel guilty at all. Not even when Mom called me later to ask how I was doing, and if Doug and I were getting along. I just said: Yeah, we are. Everything's fine. I mean, why feel bad about it? It wasn’t like I was gonna steal her boyfriend. There was clearly enough of him to go around. 

Read Pt II here