I Gave My Daughter's Boyfriend a Blowjob So She Could Focus on Her Studies

Lora came home from college, dumped her backpack in the hallway, wolfed down the pasta I’d made, and within minutes disappeared upstairs to her room. I knew exactly what was coming: she wouldn’t even open a textbook. In a couple of minutes she’d be propping her phone on a tripod, turning on the camera, and stripping for Matt.

I’d had enough.

The next morning over breakfast I said calmly:

“Lora, I don’t see you studying at all. Tomorrow I’m going to your college to talk to your professors.”

She nearly choked on her coffee.

“Mom, please no. I’ll study. I swear. Just don’t go.”

“Prove it.”

“I won’t close my bedroom door anymore. At all. You can walk in whenever you want.”

She looked me straight in the eyes the way she only does when she’s telling the truth. I nodded. Deal.

Now I just had to deal with Matt.

The following day after I dropped Lora off at campus, I spent a long time in the shower, then carefully shaved everything between my legs. The skin felt impossibly smooth, soft, taut. I ran my fingers from clit to entrance and back. My thighs trembled. I barely held back.

Then I drove to a high-end lingerie boutique. Picked the most expensive set: black lace bra and tiny thong. In the dressing room I took a few mirror selfies. I looked like a forbidden fantasy. Even the salesgirl averted her eyes.

Sitting in the car afterward, I realized: just fucking him once wouldn’t be enough. He’s 18, hard 24/7, and he’s probably dreaming of Lora in every filthy position imaginable. I needed to give him a fantasy so intense his brain would short-circuit for at least two weeks.

That’s when I decided.

Pink furry handcuffs. Pink ball gag. Long flesh-toned elastic bondage straps.

Bought everything in under thirty minutes.

Later that afternoon I went upstairs to Lora’s room, told her I had to run an errand and would be gone for a while. She nodded without looking up from her notes a rare sight. I left, got in the car, and forty minutes later I was parked outside Matt’s house.

I called him.

“Matt, come down. We need to talk.”

He slid into the passenger seat wearing basketball shorts and a tight compression shirt.

“Hey, Lauren… what’s up?”

“Lora can’t stop thinking about you. I’m worried she’s going to bomb her exams. Can you just… not talk to her for a couple weeks?”

He smirked.

“She’s an adult. She makes her own choices.”

I slowly pulled down the neckline of my dress. Showed him the edge of black lace. Then tugged the cup aside my nipple was already rock-hard and pointing right at him.

Matt froze.

I placed my palm between his legs. Even through the fabric I could feel how thick and rigid he was.

“Now I get why my daughter loses her mind over you,” I whispered. “Does Lora keep her pussy completely smooth?”

“Pretty much.”

I spread my thighs wider. His hand shot between my legs and squeezed.

“Mine is perfectly smooth today. Let’s go to a hotel.”

In the room he ripped my thong off, threw me face-down on the bed, and buried his face between my cheeks. I moaned into the pillow while he licked every fold. Five minutes later I was on my knees in front of him. I yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang out heavy, veiny, throbbing. I wrapped my lips around it, ran my tongue along the full length, then took his balls in my mouth one at a time, sucking gently. Matt groaned, fingers tangled in my hair.

He grabbed my breasts, yanked me up, and kissed me hard tongue deep, like he wanted to steal my breath.

I nodded toward the nightstand: pink cuffs, gag, straps.

His eyes lit up.

I lifted my hair. He pushed the ball gag between my teeth and buckled it. Pulled my arms behind my back click.

He threw me face-down on the bed again, spread my ass cheeks, spit for lube, and pushed into my ass in one slow, firm stroke. I whimpered into the gag, arching. He fucked me hard and fast, hips slapping my thighs. When he came he growled and emptied everything deep inside.

Then he flipped me onto my back. Undid the cuffs, re-fastened them to the headboard. Took the straps, tied each ankle, spread my legs as wide as they’d go, and secured them to the sides of the bed. I was completely exposed.

He slid into my pussy deep, slow, staring into my eyes. When he felt himself about to come he pulled out and unloaded thick ropes across my chest and face. Hot streaks ran down my cheeks, chin, lips.

Afterward he untied my ankles just long enough to spread my legs even wider and bind me in a full starfish. I couldn’t move an inch. His cum still glistened on my face.

Matt grabbed wet wipes, carefully cleaned my pussy, then lowered his head and started licking again slow, deliberate, savoring every millimeter. I moaned into the gag,

He lifted his head, wiped his mouth, and said quietly:

“So now you’re mine until Lora finishes her exams?”

I nodded as much as the gag allowed.

Matt smiled and buried his face between my thighs again.

Lora aced every single one of her exams.

And for the first time in months I stopped worrying about my daughter’s grades.

Now every free minute I spend wondering which cuffs he’ll want me in today.