The Bad Mother: Craving My Daughter's Boyfriend

Claudia swallowed hard as she took in the sight of the man standing at her porch.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, built like someone who worked with his hands and didn’t skip gym days. His T-shirt clung to solid muscle, his jaw lined with rough stubble. His face was chiseled, and his strong jaw dusted with stubble. He had those piercing eyes that seemed to be checking her out also, and his hair was slicked back, giving him that bad boy vibe. And those hands?

They were rough and calloused, the hands of a man who isn't afraid to get dirty. The hands of a man who knows how to handle a woman.

Claudia couldn't help but imagine those hands roaming her body, claiming every inch of her. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He was definitely not a kid, and way too grown to be hanging around her teenage daughter!

“Nora! Why is there a grown ass man standing at my porch?” Claudia shouted for her daughter.

“Oh… Good evening, ma'am. I am Killian, Nora's boyfriend,” he introduced himself with a grin on his face.

“You don't look 18,” Claudia challenged.

“And you have a cute sweatshirt,” he complimented with a playful glint in his eyes.

“And you are still in high school??” She fired, not appreciating the compliment.

"I kind of repeated a year,” he said awkwardly.

They looked at each other, and the doubt was evident in Claudia's eyes.

“ID card.”

“Alright, you caught me. I am twenty, and I repeated a year twice,” Killian confessed and chuckled lightly.

“Now we are talking,” she smirked, her eyes still on his. She was supposed to look away, but she didn't. She saw the way his eyes roamed over her body, and something about his intense gaze and relaxed demeanor wanted her to remain there.

“Mom? Are you still questioning him?” Nora shouted from upstairs, snapping Claudia back to her senses.

“Yes, and now I am wondering what you are doing with a dullard that repeated a year twice!” Claudia retorted, not caring that Killian was standing at her front.

“Ouch. That hurt,” Killian smirked.

Claudia stared at him. Who the hell was this kid smirking at? His smug face made her want to slap it—or kiss it.

Finally, Nora came out, looking all glam and ready for the night.

“Remember, mom. It is David's birthday party, and his parents are gonna be there. Please don't show up and start screaming ‘Nora! Nora!’. That would be so embarrassing, please,” Nora pleaded for the one millionth time.

“I don't make promises, girl,” she hugged her daughter and bid her goodbye.

She watched the couple make their way to Killian’s car hand in hand, and as they did, Killian looked back for a second and winked at her.

Heat rushed to Claudia’s face so fast it caught her off guard. Her stomach flipped, thighs clenched, and before she could stop herself, she turned and rushed inside. She barely made it to the bathroom and the hot urine came rushing out of her.

Lying on her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, she thought of her husband—fourteen years of marriage, and for most of it, he hadn’t touched her right.

He stopped trying years ago. Said he was tired, said he was busy, then stopped saying anything at all. Business trips became his escape, and she didn’t need proof to know he was with side chicks.

She told herself she was used to it, but the ache still crept in. No real touch, no real man, not in years. Just her, her toys and stupid night stands.

Slowly, her hand moved down to her pants and slipped into her underwear. Her silky walls were slightly wet, and she played with them for a second. She took off her pants and underwear and grabbed her trusty vibrator from the nightstand drawer.

Sprawling out on the bed like a starfish, she teased herself a bit, running her fingers along her clitoral area, getting herself nice and wet. But as she slid the vibrator inside, something felt... off. She tried to get into it, but her mind kept wandering off. She wasn't feeling it today, and with frustration, she flung the vibrator away.

This wasn't what she needed.

It was time for her to find something real. Someone real.

***

“How come you never mentioned your mom was Latina?” Killian asked.

“Did you draw your conclusion from her curves?” Nora asked, flashing him a mischievous smile.

He was silent as his mind wandered back to her mom. The way she stood there in that thick sweatshirt, and the sharp outline of her nipples pressing through the fabric, impossible to miss. It made him wonder just how full they were for it to show through the thick fabric, and if they’d react just as quickly to his touch. He shook his head, trying to focus on the road, and on his girlfriend.

“No… the accent,” Killian lied.

“Was it the boobs?” Nora teased further.

“Maybe,” he winked at her. “But I still love your perky nipples. They never cease to give me a hard on.”

“Aww,” Nora blushed and immediately set her boobs free from her dress, giggling as she bounced them up and down to get Killian excited.

Killian chuckled as he watched his girlfriend play with her boobs.

Soon they got to David's mansion, and Nora took off her dress in the car. All she had on was her g-string pants.

Killian took off his shirt and pants too… All he had on was his boxer. The outline of his cock was super evident from his boxer, but none cared.

In fact, Nora was loving it.

They put on their face masks and stepped out of the car. At the main door, they dropped their phones on a tray as directed by a masked man before heading inside where the main party was going on.

The truth was, it was no birthday party. The host, David, was the spoilt child of two wealthy billionaires who were never around. He had as much power as his parents, and tonight he was hosting what he called ‘The Party Of The Year' for all the seniors graduating high school in weeks time.

They were to go as wild as they wanted, as long as they had their masks on.

This night was extra special to Nora.

She was gonna let Killian pop her cherry!