Mom’s Cock Teasing Makes for Conflict with Daughter’s Boyfriend

Recently I was finally paid back for all my years of cock teasing.

Ever since I can remember, every guy around seemed to want to get his hands on my tits. In time I made it a game, dressing in microhalters and miniskirts. I was rewarded by the sight of men’s bulges. Eventually I got married. I enjoy sex, but nothing compared with the arousal I feel when I tease.

Like when this friend of my husband’s named Jerry stopped by the house trying to sell us insurance. I sat at the table in the kitchen wearing a halter top and shorts, and while he talked, I pulled on the bottom of my halter under the edge of the table, stretching the material tight across my big tits, revealing deep cleavage. While the poor guy stuttered and stammered, I acted like nothing was going on.

When I leaned forward to look at his papers, I pulled the halter down and my tits hung inches from the tabletop. Jerry raised his hand to cup my right breast. I let him fondle me a bit, then brushed his hand away, saying, “What were you saying again?” He worked valiantly to keep his composure, but when he got another view of my breasts, he tried again to cup them.

Again I let him fondle me briefly, but when he wanted to go further, I didn’t let him. I let him jerk off, though. I pushed my chair back so he could see me with my breasts bare and my legs spread wide. He shot all over the kitchen floor, then left hurriedly.

I made do with whatever teasing opportunities I could find, until last summer my daughter brought her boyfriend home from college for a long visit. What a gorgeous young man! The second I saw Christian, I knew I’d be doing some teasing.

I wore low-cut tops, which my husband and my daughter didn’t think anything about since I often wear them, but they didn’t know what I did when they turned their backs! One morning I stood behind my husband while he ate breakfast and pulled out both tits with the pretext of adjusting my top. I even tugged my thick nipples. Christian just stared.

After a week of flashing every part of me at him, I knew I was getting to him. When we were finally alone, he threw his arms around me from behind and kissed my back and neck. I asked him coldly what he thought he was doing. He stood there, nodding and smiling, and said, “Oh, I see you’re a cock teaser.”

I nodded and smiled, too, then undid my blouse. I said, “Wouldn’t you like to feel these? Dream all you want, stud. It’ll never happen.” He stormed out of the room, and I raced to my bedroom and masturbated furiously.

I couldn’t get Christian out of my mind. That afternoon I went out and bought a thong bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination. The next day my daughter went to an all-day concert with her best friends. They couldn’t get another ticket for Christian, so he stayed home with me.

While I was changing into the new thong bikini, admiring the view in my full-length mirror, all I thought of was the teasing I had in mind for Christian. It covered my trimmed pussy but left my ass cheeks exposed. My pussy got wet as I thought about the effect it would have on him and about having him to myself all day.

I walked out to the pool where Christian was lying, dropped my silk robe, and stretched out on a lounge chair next to him.

“Nice suit,” he said.

“Really?” I said, smiling and batting my eyelashes.

“Yeah,” he said, “it really shows off your tits and ass.”

“That’s pretty fresh talk,” I said. “Remember who I am.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” he said. “A cock teaser.”

I was shocked by his boldness and startled when he got up and walked away and I finally realized that he wasn’t coming back! I was more than startled, I realized. I was devastated. I didn’t know if it was just because he was so good-looking or what, but I went to look for him. I found him upstairs in the guest room, watching a TV show featuring women in scanty bikinis.

That got to me. “You don’t need to watch that,” I said, “when you’ve got the real thing right here.”

He didn’t even look up as he said, “If you really want to tease me, why don’t you get on the bed on all fours, and I’ll sit and watch?”

I liked that idea, so I got on the bed, stuck my ass in the air, and shook it back and forth. Looking back over my shoulder, I enjoyed the sight of Christian staring at my naked ass. I really started grinding it. Suddenly something slipped around my wrist. I looked down and saw that Christian had knotted a pair of pantyhose around it! As I was saying, “What kind of game is this, sweetie?” he slipped another loop of pantyhose around my other wrist. “Aren’t you going to talk to me?”

Without answering, he continued playing with the pantyhose, and thirty seconds later I was tied to the bed frame, on all fours with my butt in the air. I should have felt ridiculous, and I guess I did, but all I could think of was how beautiful he was, and how young, and how badly I wanted him. I turned my head and had him in full view. His swimsuit wasn’t as skimpy as I’d have liked, but what it revealed was pretty impressive, and so was his beautifully sculpted chest. His face was so gorgeous, I was almost drooling.

Finally, he said, “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, but you’re a cock-teaser.”

“Well, maybe just a little,” I said. “Do you really think I’m attractive?”

He scowled, which if anything made him look hotter. “You’ve been at me since I got here.”

I reminded myself that he was my daughter’s boyfriend. That helped, until I saw stirring in his trunks!

An idea occurred to me. “I am, as you say, a cock-teaser,” I said. “And I guess I must be punished!”

“Damn right you must,” he said—as the bulge in his shorts grew.

“Well, then,” I said, “I guess you’ll just have to teach me a lesson.”

“Teach you a lesson, yes,” he said. “That’s just what I will do!”

The more excited he got, the more his beautiful face glowed. I was also keeping a close watch on the action in his shorts.

“Well,” I said, “I guess you have to do what you have to do. I really must be punished.” To myself I wondered if he was ever going to actually do anything.

Finally, Christian reached for my thong. Now we’re getting somewhere, I thought. He jerked the thong down my legs, and when he wasn’t able to get it off, he picked up a pair of scissors and cut it off! I felt cool air on my hot pussy and ass.

Christian slid up on the bed behind me. I looked down between my dangling breasts and legs. He still had his suit on. His cock looked huge as it bulged against the material. He literally ripped my top off, and my tits flipped out. My nipples promptly stiffened. Without thinking, I said, “Now we’re getting somewhere!”

He attempted a slap on the ass, but it tickled! If he weren’t so damned sensitive, I would have laughed.

“Come on. I need to be punished,” I insisted.

Crouching over me, he pushed his swimsuit down, and his cock finally sprang free. It was worth the wait. It only remained to be seen now if he knew what to do with it. “Oh, Christian,” I said, “you’re not going to fuck me with that big, beautiful cock, are you?” I hoped I was at least giving him ideas.

He pulled my thighs apart and shoved his throbbing prick inside me, then pulled my ass back against the hard flesh of his rock-hard gut. I went off like a firecracker. I grabbed the bed frame and hung on as that glorious young stud rode me hard. My breasts bounced and jiggled, and my moans filled the room as he hammered me. I shouted in joy as my pussy clamped down on his lovely cock.

Christian rocked forward, leaning his weight on me, and I realized he was on the verge of coming. “No, don’t come inside me!” I shouted, and he pulled out just in time to unload all over my back and ass. He collapsed on top of me, and I’d never felt anything as luscious as his manly body pressing into me. I turned my head to face him, and he took the hint and kissed me—let’s just say more than once.

That wasn’t all Christian did to me that day. He kept me tied to the bed most of the day, and I kept pointing out to him that I still hadn’t been punished anywhere near enough. He enjoyed my entire body, including shoving his beautiful cock in my ass. I thought the least I could do for his benefit was to scream the walls down, but then I had to point out that he should be trying to shut me up by kissing me. Well, he was young. An hour before my husband was due home, I told Christian I’d been punished enough and to untie me so I could clean up.

Alas, I let maternal propriety keep me from touching him again during his stay, and a month later my daughter broke up with him (crazy!). So I never saw him again.

—Name and address withheld