My Mother’s Boy Toy

That evening, I got home and pulled open the bathroom door, only to find my moms new, younger boyfriend stepping out of the shower.

He was stark naked, a condom dangling from his mouth.

He looked at me and chuckled.

Like what you see?

Turns out, he was even a student at my university.

**1**

My dad passed away early, and my mom became a super-rich woman.

Im pretty open-minded, so I never cared about her having fun with other men.

She had a revolving door of boyfriends, each one younger and hotter than the last.

Thats why, even though my college was close to home, I rarely went back.

But this time, it was changing seasons, and most of my summer clothes were still at home.

Id unlocked the door earlier and hadn't heard a sound, assuming no one was home.

I was desperate to pee, so I burst in, only to discover a man roughly my age, completely nude, water still clinging to his skin.

Taut, sculpted muscles, a perfect V-taper, and then what was between his legs.

I froze on the spot.

Oh my God! He still had that condom in his mouth!

He arched an eyebrow at me and smirked.

Enjoying the view, cutie?

He was incredibly handsome, with an irresistible youthful charm.

His words made my cheeks burn and my heart race.

I quickly spun around and practically fled, suddenly not needing to use the bathroom anymore.

Just then, my mom came out of her bedroom.

Whats wrong with you? Your face is so red.

I forced a laugh.

Just the changing seasons, Mom. Its a bit hot.

At that moment, the handsome guy emerged, wearing a loose T-shirt.

Brenda, what are you doing out here? You were too quick.

My moms eyes crinkled with laughter immediately.

They say women in their prime have the strongest desires.

Was my mom *that* desperate? This guy even called her Brenda, he really knew how to charm her.

I rushed to my room to pack my clothes, and before I left, I warned her.

Mom, I dont mind you changing boyfriends, but please dont tell me hes underage!

**2**

During the time I was away from home, that handsome face and intoxicating body kept invading my dreams.

Id been single for twenty years and always thought I had no desires.

But ever since that first glimpse, I found myself frequently watching *certain films*. Just thinking about him made my knees go weak.

Id had a falling out with my roommates and couldn't stand being around them.

So, I grabbed my suitcase and headed home.

Id just booked an Uber and was waiting by the campus gate when someone called out to me.

Daisy? Heading home?

It was my moms toy boy!

He stood with his hands on his hips, a smirk playing on his lips.

My mom must have told him my name.

When I didnt deny it, he lifted me by the waist and swung me onto his motorcycle in one smooth motion.

Come on, its on my way.

I had to cancel my Uber.

He told me his name was Barry, and that he went to my school.

Thats when I realized Id heard of him.

My roommates were totally obsessed with him.

They said he was super arrogant, but I guess my mom had tamed him.

Barry wasnt exactly behaving himself.

All along the way, he kept suddenly hitting the brakes. It made me slam hard against his back, and my chest stung. I wasn't wearing a bra!

Hold on tight, I dont want you to fall off.

Youre really soft back there.

My face flushed and my heart pounded, but inside, I was a total mess.

This was my moms boyfriend.

How could I even think like this? But I liked him so much.

I wanted to try adult stuff with him.

If he kept my mom happy, he must be good in bed, right?

My mom had a rotating roster of guys; she probably wouldnt mind if I 'borrowed' him for a bit.

Immediately, I wrapped my arms tightly around his lean waist.

His defined muscles were undeniable, and touching them sent a shiver through me.

Through the soft fabric, I could feel the warmth of his body, and I couldn't help but shift, pressing myself against his back.

His body stiffened, and a low groan escaped his lips.

That startled me, and I instantly pulled my hands away.

**3**

When we got home, we both immediately pretended nothing had happened.

But after waiting for quite a while, my mom still hadnt returned. Barry told me my mom was away on a business trip for a month and wouldnt be back anytime soon.

A daring idea suddenly popped into my head, but I quickly pushed it down.

Later, while I was showering, the power suddenly went out.

I slipped and fell, hitting the floor so hard I couldnt get up. My mind was a blur, and I was trembling uncontrollably in the dark.

Id been afraid of the dark since I was a child and had even been diagnosed with claustrophobia.

Just then, Barry crashed through the door.

He had a flashlight. Without a word, he scooped me up and gently, patiently, wiped my body dry with a towel.

All my clean clothes were soaked, and the rest were in my suitcase, which I couldn't find in the darkness.

My foot and butt hurt like hell from the fall, so he carried my naked body to the bedroom to rest.

He explained that a massive thunderstorm had caused a power outage, and the electricity wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

I didnt mean to see you like that. But you saw me last time, so I guess were even.

He made to leave, but I summoned my courage and hugged him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Im scared of thunder. Can you stay with me?

Something hard pressed against my hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze.

Barry practically jumped away.

Dont tempt me. Ill stay with you.

He sat motionless on the edge of my bed. My foot was really swollen, so I lifted my leg and rested it on his thigh.

It hurts so much. Can you massage it for me?

He was incredibly obedient, gently rubbing my foot, and soon the swelling went down. I noticed his eyes kept drifting up my legs.

Do you hurt anywhere else? I can help with that too.

My butt got bruised in the fall too.

I flashed a seductive smile and lay flat on the bed. His warm hand enveloped me, and soon, the sheets beneath me were damp.

He started teasing me then, his fingers tracing a path, inch by agonizing inch, downwards.

Looks like its wet down there. Did you hurt yourself, too? Want me to help you out?

That night, we stopped just short of crossing the line.