Something about Danny

What was it about my daughter's boyfriend that turned me on so much? No one characteristic comes to mind. I suppose it was a combination of things. And perhaps a certain time in my life also. I was 52, divorced, alone and quite bored.

I had been divorced from my husband Jerry for 12 years and didn't really have a steady boyfriend. Jerry and I remained friends but he seemed to be turning into an old man. I was still young at heart, or so I felt. But the more men I met the more disappointed I became. It had been getting to the point where I would rather stay in my apartment and read than go out on another disappointing date.

I had received a good divorce settlement from Jerry and I still worked part time doing the books for a small law firm. My only child, Cheryl, worked as a nurse at a local hospital. We're fairly close, probably since I was such an open minded Mom when she was growing up. We still saw each other about twice a month, for dinner or maybe a trip to the movies.

It was on one of those Saturday afternoon movie dates with Cheryl that she mentioned this new boy that she was seeing. Danny. She said he was very good looking and a lot of fun, very funny, great sense of humor. "What's he like in the sack?"

"Oh Mother. You never change. Adequate so far. He seems a bit shy. I went to bed with him the first date and he seemed unused to that. Like I was too bold or something. A great kisser but kind of afraid to touch me. Really just kind of a big adolescent, at 30. Ha. Ha."

"Yes but what about in bed? Was he good?"

"No, actually. But I think he can be trained to be very good. His dick is rather small, only about 4 inches."

"Uh oh."

"But he is a wonderful pussy lapper. He ate me for hours and I came many times. Delightful."

"Well, aren't you the lucky one. You're getting me wet down there Cheryl."

"There's a surprise."

"So when do I get to meet him?"