Fucking my Daughter's Boyfriend

At the door I stopped him. "Kent?" He was dressed, and I was in a robe. I kissed him deeply, rubbing my hand on his cock. Even soft it was big, and I swear it twitched! "If you ever want to fuck me again, you should know that I want to also. Just never, ever tell Cathy."

"I won't ma'am," he said, and left.

What a great fuck! I felt better than I had in years. Even Cathy, once she got over the trauma of her phone, commented on how I seemed relaxed and happy. So on the one hand, her mother fucked her boyfriend. But on the other hand, she got a happier mom, a happier boyfriend, one less likely to leave her because of sexual frustration, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

Three days later, the doorbell rang. Cathy was at soccer practice. When I answered the door, there stood Kent. "Why Kent, how lovely to see you! Are you here to see Cathy or me?" I asked.

"Uh, I'm here to see you, Mrs. Anderson."

"Come on in," I said, my pussy getting wet. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."