บท 240: A Small Apartment vs. A Hot Mother Ch. 01
Samuel's tale
All characters are over 18+
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Hello, whomever might be reading this. My name is Samuel Goodwater, I'm eighteen and this is my story about how I fucked my mother and my slutty stepmother and a few of my mother's neighbors. Now, I know, whoever finds this might find this, may be a little grossed out or annoyed at me or just down right despise me. Yet this is the truth as best as I can recall. You have to understand this all happened so fast I might have missed a few details.
"You're moving in with your mother and that's final!" My father said angrily as he stood in my doorway. I knew this was because of his new wife, she and I never really got along. I felt she was to in it for the money my father was making, and also, because I've caught the numerous times strange men fled our home. I've told my father of this, yet when it came to my stepmother he was blind, deaf and stupid. Little did she know my father wasn't stupid no matter how much he acted like it. He knew if she did she would get nothing from the divorce.
"Why?!" I asked for the thousandth time.
"Because I say so!" My father said as if that was the end all be all way to end an argument, "If you don't then you can forget about me paying for that damn college you just had to get accepted into," he threatened. I just sat there with my jaw hanging open. I just couldn't believe my father would just used my quest for higher learning against me, and after everything I've done to help him in his business. That he would treat his own son as he did like the employees at his law firm. "I don't see why you have to be difficult Samuel? It's only for the summer until you go to college. I'm sure the months will fly by before you know it. Now I except your bags to be packed in an hour," he said closing my bedroom door behind him.
"Oh, is little Sammy going somewhere?!" Melody--my stepmother--said sarcastically behind me as I packed my bags. I knew the only thing I could take were my clothes due to the size of my mother's apartment. She would never tell me why she chose to live there, yet it wasn't until I found the papers of their divorce in my fathers study a few years ago about how he had screwed her out of paying alimony. However, if I remembered correctly that would all go away should I go reside with her. How a wicked smile spread across my lips at the thought of my father having to part with his much coveted dollars. "Hey I'm talking to you!" Melody's nagging voice shrieked behind me.
"Why are you even here? Thinking of turning my room into one of your sex rooms for those men that flee the moment they cum in that wrung out cunt of yours?!" I anticipated the slap and I wasn't disappointed either. I rolled my tongue along my stinging cheek as my stepmother narrowed her eyes dangerously. Now I wasn't one to hit a woman ever, but she made it very tempting to break that vow.
"Dont you ever speak to me like that!" Melody seethed. Her chest heaved showing off those perfectly fake breasts of hers. "I'm your stepmother! You should treat me as such!" she said with authority.
"Oh, how shall I speak to you whore?" Again another slap which again I wasn't surprised by. I knew everything about her was fake: her tits, her lips, her flat stomach, her personality. That was all because of my father well except the personality that was all her. I looked to my closed bedroom door. I knew given the size of the house, and how my father's study was nearly sound proof--which he was constantly in when he was home--has never once heard our yelling matches. "When you stop spreading your legs to every man in town then I might, and I say might speak to you in such a manner; or you could just drop to your knees and suck my cock like you did for the neighbor two days ago," I said matching her gaze. We have had this constant battle going on between us for the past three years. Now it would seem Melody just couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Wait. Strike that. I'm not going to give you that pleasure. You'll go to your grave knowing at least one man in this town never had his cock between your lips," I said smugly. Now I might not have all that great experience with sex seeing how I've dedicated my teenage years of getting away from my overbearing father and his whorish wife. I did, however, know what a blow job felt like but that's as far as I ever got.
I just stood there waiting for her answer. Yet all Melody could do is glance from my face down to my cock. If I had to guess the woman was seriously thinking about stuffing her mouth with my cock.
"Hmph!" Melody snorted in annoyance.
"What surprised by the fact that someone doesn't want to shove their dick up that cunt of yours?" I asked as she opened the door.
"I wouldn't suck that tiny cock if it was the last one on earth!" Melody growled as she peered over her left shoulder.
"Tiny?!" I asked. Well, I normally don't go around whipping out my cock to everyone. Yet I made a special case for her. I knew when I hit puberty that my cock wasn't normal. Not that I'm complaining. A eight inch cock does turn some heads, if you know what I mean. "Now you tell me if this is tiny," I said thrusting my zipper open. I so was enjoying this as I reached in, taking my semi-hard cock in hand and presenting that growing rod to her. "Look all you want you'll never taste this cock," I tanuted as I stroked it to it's fullest. I watched as her eyes went wide in shock. The way she licked her lips as she watched my cock twitch. I mean Melody does have a body that would make any man hard. But to me well I truly had no desire to fuck her. So when I say this you'll understand. In an instant Melody was on my cock sucking it down like it was her lifeline. I stood there in shock I didn't really think she would call my bluff.
I just stood there my mind just wouldn't function as my stepmother slurped on my cock. The way her lips wrapped around my shaft. The way her tongue teased my head as she sucked on the tip. To the noise of her own sex as she played with herself as she took my cock to its root.
"Well, fuck," I said to myself as those green eyes of hers looked up at me as her cheeks sucked in. "That's not how you suck a cock," I said taking the back of her head. I thought well since it's already in there might as well make good use of it. If I had to guess as I facefucked my stepmother. She was getting off on me shoving my cock down her throat. The way those eyes pleaded with me for more. How her high pitched squeal resounded from around my cock. I knew that sound anywhere she had just came. "What a dirty woman you are getting off with your stepson's cock deep in your throat," I said smiling wickedly. Yet I didn't give her time to answer as I rapidly thrust my rod in and out of that mouth of hers. God. The look in her eyes as my hard member filled that mouth of hers. I knew without a doubt she wanted me to bend her over and stick my cock up her hot wet cunt. Yet she might have called my bluff about sucking my cock, that didn't necessarily mean I was going to fuck her.
"You're just a little slut sucking my cock like that, aren't you?" I asked devilishly. I nearly blew my load as she nodded on my rod. "You want to drink down your stepson's hot cum?"
"Mmmhmm." Melody voiced her agreement.
"Well, your wish is about to be granted," I groaned as I held her head as my cock poked the back of her mouth. The squeal I heard coming from her as I erupted. How my lips curved into a cruel smile as she gagged on my cum. Yet I didn't see anger in those eyes of hers as my cock left her lips. I saw the hunger in those green eyes as her fingers left her wet spent cunt.
"Samuel, why didn't you tell me you had such a big cock?!" Melody pouted at the lost time she had missed out on being fuck by it. "I know I haven't been good to you but come on and fuck me! I know you want to," she said her hand working my cock trying to get it up again.
"Samuel, it's time to go!" My father called out saving me the trouble of having to tell her to fuck off. While her mouth felt fantastic engulfing my cock, I so wasn't about to fuck her. Little did I know what would happen weeks later that would force my hand.
"Well, I do hope my cock haunts your dreams," I laughed maniacally as I left her on her knees.
Now I know I haven't described my father or my stepmother. I thought it was best to give you a quick rundown of what had transpired to cause me to move into my mother's place. Now my mother is what you would call a loner mostly. If she wasn't at her catering job that she had start from the ground up, or at the gym she always used. Then she was at her apartment which I normally visited when I had the time. So I knew how tight it was going to be for us. My mother always told me she enjoyed working out and how she looked. Although, I knew she did enjoy the looks men gave her. She didn't do it so much to get attention more so for her own confidence. Being at the age of thirty-six having given birth to me at eighteen, no one would think she was a mother given how fit she was. My father liked his women young, given my stepmother's age compared to my father's that was pretty evident. When my mother hit thirty-three my father gave her the boot and brought in a much younger twenty-eight-year old woman. How my mother nearly took my father's head off. Not that I can blame her. I think any woman would do that.
You see since my parents separated, we have always talked everyday mostly at night, however, we would always text during the day. So me and my mother had a stable relationship compared to my father. While her place was small, I was kind of glad of being out of that house. I knew at this time of the day my mother would be sunbathing at the community pool that the whole complex took part in maintaining. I always did enjoy the summers there; and what eighteen-year-old guy wouldn't give to have every single forty something women chasing after you, hmm? Now you can lie to me all you want, but I know the truth. You whomever you are would so whip out your cock at that age just at the hint of a blow job. Hey, I'm not judging you. As you will see that's the exact same thing I did. So as I was saying, I was excited as my father's Mercedes's rolled to a stop. There she was Ms. Pasternak. God. The times if jacked off to that woman: thinking of her lips, her enormous tits, those wet pussy lips wrapped around my cock. I could already feel myself growing hard as I grabbed my bags from the trunk as my eyes fell upon her as she sunbathed at the far end of the pool. How her pink top strained to contain those voluptuous beasts.
Then there was my mother--her name is Maurice Henderson--basking in the sun in her red two piece suit. Who reclined on the lounger next to Ms. Pasternak. While my mother's breasts might have been dwarfed by the woman next to her. They weren't anything to balk at either. Once I had found my mother hanging up her delicate's to dry, being the nosy preteen I found out my mother was a 32C cup. In my opinion they were and are the perfect size. Not too big to be wasteful and not too small to leave a man wanting, but that's just me though. My mother rose leaning on her arm at the sound of the trunk closing.
"Sammy!" My mother squealed in joy jumping up from her seat, the gate to the pool banging behind her as those tone legs of hers propelled her forward.
"Hmph!" I groaned as my mother threw herself at me. "Hi, mom," I said hugging her the best I could with my loaded down arms.
"Maurice, we'll discuss that tomorrow," my father said sticking his head out the window of his car.
"Whatever Dick." I kept my chuckle to myself at the nickname for Richard. Me and my mother knew how much he hated it, given how his greying eyebrow twitched. "You can leave," she said waving him off. "I finally get you all to myself," my mother cooed pulling me once again into a warm hug as my father drove away. I had to pivot my hips away from her, so she wouldn't feel my growing bulge, or so I hoped. It wasn't until I was seventeen that I learned why my mother had chosen to live in that apartment complex. The company that oversaw it made it for women only, they occasionally made the exception for a gay man, but it was mainly for women. It was their hope that catering only to female cliental. That the women living there would feel safe and secure. However, they were okay with the children of said residents living with them too. So now you know why I normally walked around with a hard-on while I lived there. "Come. Let's get you settled," my mother said smiling warmly at me. My mother had this genuine smile that could melt anyone's cold heart. Those lush lips of hers had been many of my friends wet dreams. They constantly told me about it whether or not I wanted to hear about it. Her honey brown hair glistened the warm sunlight. Those caring brown eyes of hers could always ease away my sorrows.
"Hello Sam," Ms. Pasternak said lewdly as she leaned over the waist high fence that surrounded the pool as my mother lead me to her apartment. My eyes couldn't look away as she gave me a preview of how my cock would look like gliding through those soft mounds of pillowy flesh. Her hazel eyes dipped low noticing my ever growing bulge. "I heard you'd be moving in. I do love having a man beneath me," she said winking at me, sucking on her lower lip as she saw my cock twitched at her remark.
"It's good to see you again Ms. Pasternak," I said which I genuinely was pleased to see her. I mean who wouldn't be when a hot ass woman is just presenting herself like that.
"How many times do I have to say it young man," she said in a tsk tsk voice, "to call me Joan," she said her hazel eyes flashed mischievously. "Mmm...I think something is needing your attention," Joan said pointing at the tent in my shorts, "or if you like," she said looking to her left as my mother neared her apartment door. "I'd be more than happy to take care of it for you," Joan said wantonly tugging on the bikini string of her top causing her right breast to jingle.
"Sammy! Come on!" my mother called out to me. I just couldn't understand why my tongue was tied when Joan was all the more than willing to suck me off. How I berated myself in my head as I walked into my mother's apartment. "Well, I know there's not much space, but why don't you set your stuff down and come join us for a swim," my mother said, pointing to the space between the couch and the wall where I could store my things.
"Sure!" I replied a little bit to eagerly causing my mother to arch an eyebrow.
"Well, don't take too long, or we might start without you," my mother said as she closed the door. I tossed my bags onto the couch, dug through the contents for my swim trunks. While I might not have the bulk of a weightlifter. I do, however, have a well-defined body due to the years I played lacrosse. Though I did stop playing for my school this year to focus on my grades. Yet I kept up the workout I normally did when I played. However, as I looked down, I knew I had to take care of something first. Dashing into my mother's bathroom, kicking off my tennis shoes, sighing as my shorts and underwear fell to my ankles. I know most people don't do this, but as my cock throbbed painfully, I just couldn't wait any longer. There I stood at my mother's sink jerking off thinking of Joan servicing my rod, me standing behind her thrusting into that hot mound as she leaned over the fence. So there I was stroking my cock, my pre-cum dribbling out from my head as I thought about those sweet folds. When all of the sudden the bathroom door flings open.
"Samuel!" my mother screeched beside me. To my horror that was the same moment I was nearing my orgasm.
"Mom!" I yelped in surprise, yet what happened next would forever be engrained into my mind. I watched as my spunk shot forth splattering across my mother's breasts and her stomach.
"Oh god! Oh god!" my mother said frantically staring down at her cum covered body and to my deflating cock. "I'm so sorry!" she said slamming the door closed as the remainder of my cum dripped down onto the floor.
"Fuck! What just happened?!" I asked myself as I cleaned off my cock and put on my swim trunks. "You just came on your mom's tits that's what idiot. Why didn't you lock the door, moron!" my inner self growled in my head. Yet the sight of my mother covered in my sperm wouldn't leave my mind. I could feel my rod starting to stiffen once again at the thought. "Dude! That's your mom!" my inner light screamed at me. "But did you see her?! She was so hot covered in our spunk!" my little demon said overpowering my common sense.
"Mom?!" I called out as I stuck my head out of the bathroom. The door to her room was open, it seemed no one was in the apartment. I released a sigh at least I didn't have to have that conversation yet. But I knew it would be coming. Sighing once again as I adjusted myself before opening the apartment door.
"Oh, come to join us Sammy?" Joan asked her tongue ran along her upper lip. I glanced over at my mother who looked away red faced. She still had the same suit on, yet I could tell were my cum had landed. To me it kind of looked like she ran a finger through the spots that marred her top instead of a towel or something. God. Why couldn't I get my mother's image out of my head? I knew I had to as I felt myself starting to stiffen.
"Yeah, I thought I take a dip before lunch," I said smiling at Joan.
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind applying some suntan lotion to my back?" Joan asked as she rolled over. I could feel my rod growing down my leg as her breasts were squeezed out of the sides of her top as she rested face down on the lounger. "Now you make sure you apply a good layer onto me," Joan said handing me the bottle with her left and while her right untied her top. The bottle nearly jetted out of my hand as Joan had sneakily stuck her hand up my short's leg. I swallowed hard as her hand wrapped around my shaft as I applied the lotion to her back. I couldn't believe it. Joan was essentially jacking me off in front of my mother. If she knew what was going on, she didn't show it. Then again, the dark sunglasses she was wearing made it hard for me to see her eyes. When I was done with her back Joan directed me to do the same to her legs and her ass. "Now don't you forget those thighs need some lotion too," Joan said dropping her in your face innuendo, all the while her hand was quickly becoming coated in my pre-cum. It took all my will not to lose my load right then and there. Yet as I looked up, I saw my mother looking at the movement in my shorts before quickly looking away.
"T-there all done," I said as best as I could with Joan's hand firmly squeezing my cock, giving her ass one last squeeze. At that point I didn't care if my mother saw it. I was at the point of no return and my cum was threatening to tip me over.
"Shame and I was starting to enjoy it," Joan said smirking at me.
"Sam...honey you wouldn't mind doing the same for me, would you?" my mother asked as Joan slid her hand out of my shorts. "I don't want to burn in this heat," she said as I tried to steady my voice.
"S-sure Mom," I said nodding. I wondered what else could happen today: first it was me facefucking my stepmother, then it was me cumming all over my mother's chest, now being jacked off in front of my mother. "Why don't you go ahead and get comfortable," I told her as my Adams Apple bobbed as I watched as Joan licked her hand clean.
"We have to do this again Sam," Joan said rolling slightly to her right exposing her left breast to me. In all my horny years I never seen something so glorious at that moment then Joan's tit. The tit I have dreamt about, masturbated to, done numerous dirty things to in my mind. Now after so long I finally got to see it in its full glory. "However, next time how about something more hot and wet wrapped around it, hmm?" Joan asked whispering low. How those hazel eyes flared like a panther stalking its prey as my cock lurched at the idea. "Excellent. I can't wait," she said smiling devilishly as I reached for the bottle of lotion.
"So...how was school? Are you ready for college?" my mother asked turned her head to the left as I sat down beside her. I hoped she couldn't see how hard I was.
"Oh, it was alright," I said squirting a blob of lotion onto my hand, "as ready as I can be Mom," I said trying to keep my cock from flinching as I applied the lotion to her smooth skin. My breath went still as I felt a small hand in my pants. Those fingers felt wonderful around my swollen cock. The need to cum apparent on my face as I looked down to find it was my mother jacking me off.
"Relax," she mouthed, "you need this," she whispered as her hand ran down the length of my shaft. As I continued to work down her back, I could tell her breathing had changed. "Lower, my legs will burn if you don't treat them too."
"Was my own mother getting aroused at jacking off her own son?" I asked myself as my hands worked down her left leg. My fingers accidentally skimmed along her labia. The soft erotic moan I heard that escaped her lips made my cock swell as her thumb kneaded my head. As I looked down between her legs, I saw the material of her bottoms getting darker. I was flabbergasted that my mom was getting wet. What was I to do with this information? I pondered that question as I worked my way up her right leg.
The hard squeezing of my cock brought my attention back to my mother's face. "Don't you cum yet," she whispered low, "you have something else to work." My eyes went wide as my mother lifted her hips up slightly pulling aside her bottoms exposing the most perfect cunt I have ever seen. 'This wasn't what a woman my mother's age pussy looks like,' I thought to myself as I recounted all the porn stars I've watched, whose pussies in my opinion kind of looked like roast beef. No. It appeared as if it was that of a teenagers. "Go on. It's only fair you get me off too." I could tell even with the dark sunglasses she was staring intently at me. "You have done this to a girl before haven't you?" my mother asked I shook my head. The smile I saw on her lips chilled me to the core. "Here. Let mama help you," she said reaching down taking hold of my greasy hand. Taking two of my fingers showing me how to play with her as her other hand kept me from blowing my load. Watching as my mother nodded as my middle and index finger slipped inside her hot tight hole.
"Faster!" She mouthed as her hand went back to work on my cock. I was at a loss for words at that moment. I thought the day couldn't get any stranger than it already had, but it appeared I was wrong. God. I don't think I can accurately describe how my mother's canal felt like. It was hot, wet, tight, yet soft as those folds hugged my exploring fingers. I had no clue what I was doing but my mother seemed to enjoy it. So I kept on until I found this weird odd patch it felt vastly different than the rest of her canal. My newly waken brain needed to know what was it that I found. It needed to know everything about that small round patch. That was when I noticed my mother's body had stilled as I was in the mitts of rubbing that small patch. "Don't stop!" she growled at me, "I was almost there," she bemoaned. I looked over at Joan who was looking the other way wondering why she wasn't saying anything. It was oblivious what I was doing to my mother. I hoped she was asleep. "Come on baby. Make your mom cum on those fingers," my mother moaned like a sex starved woman.
I shrugged my shoulders knowing I was already in too deep to stop now. Plus I really needed to cum and the only way that was going to happen was getting my mother off. There I was three knuckles deep in my mother's cunt, my hand becoming soaked in her hot juices. Mind you this wasn't how I thought moving in with my mother was going to go.
"Mom! I'm going to cum!" I whispered low, so Joan wouldn't hear if she was indeed listening to us. My mother did something I thought she would never do. She rolled over exposing those still perky breasts to me. I'm not ashamed to admit I still drool over those tits of hers. She pushed my short leg up to my hip showing the world my raging hard-on. My heart hammered in my chest as my mother's lips neared the head of my cock. How those brown eyes of hers looked up at me as my head inched into her mouth. My nerves were on fire as my mother rolled her tongue across my head. My body shuddered as I felt my cum bubbling up as her hand worked my shaft. I was in a state of bliss as my spunk surged forth filling my mother's mouth. Yet the look I saw in her eyes made me wonder. The moan that followed as she drank down my hot seed, I swear I almost had a hard-on again.
After that well the hour or two I spent in the pool was kind of lack lustered. I just couldn't get the fact I made my own mother cum on my fingers. Then the thoughts began to form. As I laid on the couch that night. The thoughts of her on her knees sucking me off, me between her legs tasting that delicious peach, hearing those same moans as I ram my cock into her hot snatch. Then the strangest thing happened for a week after the pool incident my mother shut herself within her own room when she wasn't at work. When I tried to talk to her about what happened she would just locked herself way in her room. So I decided it was probably better if I just dropped it. However, I did worry about what we did had made her hate me. Yet that didn't stop the thoughts of my mother riding my raging cock. In truth. It just made the dreams all the more frequent. During that long silent week I could have sworn I would have awoken to morning wood given the perverted dreams I was having. Yet when I awoke around late morning. There wasn't a hint that my rod had arose during my slumber.
It was a Monday of my mother's second week of avoiding me. When I awoke that day, she had left a note for me. Telling me Joan needed help with something. Ever since I had moved and especially after what happened at the pool. Joan and I have been flirting hard with one another. Well, it was more like Joan flirting with me and me just standing there like a drooling idiot. But I digress. After taking a quick shower beating the thoughts of my mom out of my head and grabbing a bagel on my way out.
"Ah, finally awake I see," Joan said from the walkway above me. My bagel fell from my mouth as I stared up at her. Her short skirt allowed me to peer up her dress at her naked snatch. From the wicked smirk I saw on her lips she had planned this all out. Yet my eyes couldn't or wouldn't pull away from those pink soft puffy lips of hers. Instantly, I felt the cock I had already drained surge with renewed vigor determined to salute the woman above me. "Mmm...come on Sam. You and I have some hot, sweaty, labor intensive work ahead of us," she said her index finger beckoned me to her. I took those concrete steps in twos and threes. "Eager, aren't we?" Joan cooed her hand ran down my chest before grasping my erect cock, "Well, come along," she said leading me into her apartment.
"S-so what is it you need me to do?" I asked my voice cracking as I stood in the center of her living room. My Adams Apple bobbed as she locked the door behind her.
"My dear boy I think you already know," Joan said reaching underneath her skirt playing with herself, "can't you hear how fucking wet I am? How my pussy wants and needs you to fuck it with that cock," she said pointing at my tent. "Go on. Let me see it," Joan said lustfully, "do you need a little incentive, hmm?" she asked as she started to unbutton her sky blue shirt. My cock strained against my shorts begging to be set free as Joan stood bare chested before me.
"Fuck me!" I groaned as my hands fumble with the snap button of my shorts.
"That is the plan Sammy," Joan said, her tongue licked the corner of her mouth as my cock sprung free from the elastic waistband of my underwear. "Oh my," she said fanning her face as my rock hard cock pulsated with every beat of my racing heart. "Well, then I think I won't be needing this, now will I?" Joan asked pushing her skirt off of her hips. The sight that was taking place before me, the goddess I had masturbated to for years stood naked before me. I wondered what I've done in a past life to be so fortunate. My instincts took over one moment I was standing there the next I was sucking on those heavenly tits. Her giggle didn't stop my hungry mouth. "Yes, Sam, suck on those tits baby," Joan moaned softly as her hand caressed the back of my head. I wanted to touch everything, to know everything, to make this woman howl out my name. "Fuck yes!" Joan howled as I plunged two fingers into her hot slit. She wasn't lying she was indeed sloppy wet. I can't remember how long I sucked those tits or how long I fingered Joan for. I do recall a great surge of juice flooding down her legs.
"My turn," Joan growled hungrily pushing me back into the recliner behind me, "mmm...just look at that cock," she cooed as she grabbed the base of my cock, slapping it against her cheeks. I watched as strands of pre-cum arching off her skin with each slap.
"God damn!" I cried out as that hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I not ashamed to admit it I almost came then. How it felt well...it's hard to explain given how it was my fourth blow job ever. If I had to rank them definitely my mom, then Joan, Melody, and my girlfriend when I was twelve.
"Oh, you like this old woman's mouth, huh?" Joan asked licking the back of my cockhead.
"Joan, you're aren't old. You're one of the hottest women I know. Do you know how many times I've...," I stopped myself as those eyes of hers drank every word of mine.
"Go on! How many times you've what?" Joan asked slowly jacking me of.
"Masturbated to you. Thinking about what your mouth, tits and pussy would feel like. I can't remembered the times I've blown my load just thinking about you," I said my fingernails dragged along the fabric as her thumb circled my head while her other worked my shaft.
"Oh, you naughty boy! Using me in such a manner," Joan said teasingly, "So I take it in that dirty mind I've titty fucked you often?" I nodded every nighttime encounter my hand and my rod had with each other did entail a good long titty fuck. I watched on as those heavenly orbs encased my member in that warm smooth skin. "Is this how you thought it would be?"
"Mmmhmm," I voiced trying my hardest to hold back orgasm as my rod glided between her breasts.
"Don't cum just yet I have a far better place to dump that yummy cum into," Joan said wantonly as she increased her pace. God. She was making that an herculean task. "Now," she said licking up the bead of pre-cum, "I think it's time to put this fat cock to better use?" Joan asked looking up at me. I nodded vehemently, I so wasn't going to pass this up. "Good," Joan purred as she rose. Taking me by the hand pulling me out of the seat, before she took my place. Draping her legs over the armrest, spreading her moist labia showing me that glistening interior. "Now grasp that cock and fuck me silly like you always did in your dreams." I took a moment to savor the sight before me. I could tell no one has ever looked at Joan as I was doing at that moment given her blushing cheeks. "Sammy don't look at me like that," Joan said bashfully. I felt my heart in my throat as my head neared her entrance. This was the moment of truth. I was about to lose my virginity; and how many guys can claim it was to the woman he had fantasized about your entire high school years.
"Oh god! Mmm...yes," Joan moaned as I slowly inched my cock into her hot canal. I wanted to remember how my first cunt felt like, to always recall how those folds wrapped my manhood in their warm embrace. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I bottomed out. "Fuck you're so deep, Sam! I love it!" Joan howled in joy, "now fuck me!" she growled. I wouldn't learn until later that she hasn't had sex -- since she had moved into the apartment complex a few years before my mom -- due to the messy divorce she went through. Man was she ever tight. I thought about every horrid, nonsexual, even my naked father to stave off my climax. "Yes, fuck yes Sam! You're going to make me cum!" Joan squealed after ten minutes of my frantic pumping. "I... cu... o.. ...d," I wondered if she was alright as her chest heaved, her diaphragm convulsed. "Fuck!" Joan screamed out locking her legs around me. Her folds put a death lock on my cock as she slammed her womanhood down the entire length of my shaft. "Don't stop!" Joan begged as she pulled on her nipples, "make me cum again on that fucking cock!" she growled like a woman possessed. I didn't know if I could ride out another one of her orgasms without blowing my load. Joan most have seen that to as she reached up, taking hold of my chin. Those hazel eyes of hers drew me in as I loomed ever closer to those tantalizing lips. "If you have to cum soil that pussy, Samuel. It's okay I didn't except you to last past my first orgasm. Get me to my second one and we'll come together," Joan said before wrapping her arms around my neck pulling me in the last few inches. As we came together, I never knew something so sweaty, so laborious could feel so divine.
"I do hope to see you the day after tomorrow young man," Joan said lewdly standing in her doorway, "I would hate for my day off to be spoiled when my pussy wants another ride or two on that cock."
"I wouldn't miss it," I said waving to her as she closed her door.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Ms. Atwater said sticking her head into her open window, "I haven't heard that woman moan like that...in ever!" her grey stormy eyes zeroed in on my crouch. "Kind of makes me wonder what you're packing in there," she said her crooked finger pointed at my groin.
"Oh, just a eight inch snake Ms. Atwater," I said smiling at the elderly woman.
"Oh my!" she said fanning her reddening face. "You hear that Boris!" I heard her call out to her cat as I walked down the stairs. "You come back and show me sometime."
"Okay!" I yelled, which would be so weird standing before an seventy-year-old woman, or so I thought. However, that all flew out of my mind as my cell phone chirped as I neared my mother's apartment door. As much as I loved having Joan's smell on me. I didn't think my mother would have approved. Opening up my message app as the apartment door swung open. I stopped in my tracks as Melody was spread naked across my bed. I knew she had taken it herself given the selfie pole in the photo.
"Sammy, I'm so lonely here!" Melody texted adding a pouty face to it. "See look at this pussy and tell me you don't want to fuck me?!" Door groaned as I pushed it closed while staring at my naked stepmother. Then came another one of her kneeling on my bed, her right hand cradling her right breast while her tongue flicked out to teased her nipple. "Don't you see how well I would look riding that cock baby?" Then came another one this one was of her presenting her ass to the camera, spreading her lips letting me see into the deeps of her canal. I looked down at my protruding cock, while my mind had no wish to fuck her my cock, however, saw it in a different light. "Sammy, show me it. I need to see it, please?!" I sighed hoping if I did, she would leave me alone.
Tossing my clothes into the hamper by the door. I snapped a few pictures of my junk. Sending it off to her preying she be content with that. Setting my phone down on the counter by the sink before turning the shower on. I jumped in surprise as a knock came on the door.
"Sam?" my mother said cracking open the door.
"Yeah?" I said hoping she couldn't see my naked body, nor my protruding cock in the bathroom mirror.
"When you get out, I need ask you something okay?"
"Sure Mom," I said. How I just wanted to thrust open that door and show her my cock again, to ask if she wanted to suck on it again or something more. Yet I couldn't do it no matter how much I wanted it. I knew if I did that it would destroy our relationship. I had no wish of doing to that to my mother. So I beat down my feels to the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Hoping that it wouldn't show it's ugly horny face again. Wishful thinking I know. Yet there I was stroking my cock as I stood underneath the shower head thinking about me lifting my mother onto the counter. Running my fingers along her slit. Teasing that clit of hers as she held onto me begging me to shove it into her.
"Sammy?" my mother said opening the door wider this time. I don't know if she could see me, but damn I could see her. While her catering outfit didn't show a whole lot. With my horny mind it didn't have a problem picturing her topless.
"Yeah?" I said turning my back to the shower head, so she wouldn't hear me jacking off as I stared at her in the mirror.
"Listen, I can't wait for you to get out. I hope talking like this is okay with you."
"Sure Mom. You know I always enjoy talking with you," I said. Wait. Was my mother blushing at that? I couldn't be sure, but it did appear so.
"Umm...a big client just came in and I'm understaffed at the moment. I was hoping that you could help me out tomorrow afternoon?" I was close as I looked at those lips of hers remembering how they felt. "Sammy?"
"Sorry Mom, what is it I'll be doing?" I asked prolonging the time I would have to jerkoff to my mother.
"Oh, nothing much just carrying around a serving tray of appetizers. The guy that normally does it decided to quit on me yesterday. I know this is you last summer free from the bustle of college, but I do hope you can help me out."
"Sounds easy enough," I said, wondering if I was bold enough, "plus I get to spend the night with a beautiful lady." My mother's hand flew to her mouth. She was definitely blushing and hard too.
"Well...I'll bring a couple of uniforms home and see which ones fit you. Thank you, Samuel, you don't know how much this helps me."
"Mom," I called out as she started to shut the door.
"Yes?" I heard a little quiver in her voice.
"It's never a problem helping out my beautiful mother. If you need me to help out with the bigger events while I'm here. I'm more then glad to," I said containing my moan as rope after rope of cum shot out striking the shower door. My mother didn't say anything I assumed she had to rush back to her shop to prepare for tomorrows event since she was shorthanded. So I thought nothing of it as I went back to showering.
"Sammy! Come help me with the stuff in the car," my mother said sticking her head into the apartment when six o'clock rolled around.
"Okay," I said tossing the remote aside as I got up.
"Grab those," she said pointing to the three uniforms hanging in the back of her car, "I brought some food home. I thought you might like to taste what I normally make for these things."
"Mom," I said opening the car door, "if it's anything like what you normally make then I know it be delicious." There it was again that blushing as she ducked into the back seat for the tray of food.
"Come on. I want to see how they look on you before you eat," she said shyly brushing back her hair. "Now, you go in there and change," she said pointing to her room. I went through them seeing which one was about my size. I had to take the pants of one and the white catering shirt--that kind of reminded me of the shirt Bruce Lee used to wear--from another. I knew I had to wear an undershirt tomorrow night given how the polyester/cotton blend itched like crazy.
"Can I come in yet?" my mother asked through the door.
"Sure, I'm decent." She moved me directly underneath the overhead light. Her hands ran down my arm seeing were the cuff ended. Then as she stood before me, she slowly and I mean slowly explored my chest feeling every muscle I had, before tugging on the hem of the shirt. I saw this mischievous light in her eyes as her fingers slipped into the waistband running them around the circumference of my body. Then down my right leg see if the length of the pants were too long or to short, nodding to herself when she was satisfied. Her hand ran up my inner thigh brushing against my rod. She repeated the process on my back, I had to fight back the goosebumps as her fingers ran up the back of my legs. My eyes flew wide as my mother grabbed handfuls of my ass."This will do," She whispered into my ear pressing her breasts into my back, "Why don't you change out of this and hang it in my closet. Leave the others on the bed I'll take care of them after dinner," she said, reaching around undoing the button and lowered my zipper before walking off leaving me with a rather noticeable chubby. "Forget the shirt come and eat," my mother said giggling as she stuck her head into her room.
"Mom, this is amazing!" I said as the mini barbeque sliders flavor exploded in my mouth. I could see the pride in her eyes when I said it. "You made this for tomorrow?" I asked as I wolfed down another two.
"No," she said shaking her head, "Tomorrow night is a more upscale kind of event," she said wrinkling her nose. Which I thought was cute when she did it. "This is from a job we had catering a luncheon at this factory downtown today," she said. I didn't draw attention to how my mother was slyly gawking at my chest. "Try the blueberry cheesecake mini muffins baby," my mother said leaning on her elbow as she stared dreamily at me, "when I came home, I was on my way to meet the van there," she said as I popped the muffin into my mouth. Now I'm not a big muffin eater but damn those things were good. You know how people say some food is just orgasmic, well those tiny delicious velvety muffins were like that. "Does my baby like them?" My mother's eyes flashed devilishly as I nodded.
"Good. I'll remembered to bring some home when make them again," my mother said her hand reached over. Her fingertips skimmed along the back of my hand as she continued to watch me eat. I don't remember when it happened. Was it around the second or third muffin or was the fourth slider, bah, that's neither here nor there. But the atmosphere inside that small apartment got a lot more intimate.
"Aren't you going to have some Mom?" I asked worried that I was making a pig of myself, also worried that there be no sliders left if she didn't act fast.
"No sweetheart, I ate at work. A benefit of owning your own catering company, you get the privilege of having some of the best chiefs make you dinner," my mother said smiling sweetly at me.
"Mom, if this is the kind of food you and your chiefs are making. I kind of wonder how you keep yourself looking...," I stopped myself before I could utter the word. It was one thing calling my mom beautiful when I thought she couldn't see me, but what was on my mind was in a whole different ballpark.
"What?" my mother asked perking up in her seat. "Come on Samuel. Tell me!"
"S-sexy," I said hoping my mother wouldn't throw me out on my ass.
"Oh!" my mother said her eyes darted to and fro. A bright crimson hue marred her cheeks as the silence became deafening. "You...," she said clearing her throat, "think I'm sexy?"
"Yes," I said noticing how her breathing had changed. It wasn't the smooth slow gentle kind, but this hot, rapid, need to fill ones lung's kind of way just not as noticeable. I only picked up on it because it reminded me of the pool. "Mom," I said taking hold of her left hand, "there isn't many women that can compare to the natural beauty that you hold. It took Dad paying for half of Melody's implants to get a fraction of what you are," I said with all sincerity I could muster. I didn't care if it ended whatever was happening, but I had to take that chance. I watched as those beautiful brown eyes lustered as my mother's lip trembled.
"Oh, Sammy!" my mother said launching herself off of her seat. My back slammed into the refrigerator as she hugged me tightly. Keeping my sauce stained fingers away from her clothes as I returned her hug. A primal moaned rippled through my mind as I felt every curve of her body pressed against mine. "Come let's watch a movie," she whispered low into my ear. I'm sure she could feel my growing erection, yet she didn't say a word.
My mother turned the lights down low before walking over to her entertainment center. I know by now my hard cock was apparent against my loose basketball shorts. It was even more pronounced as my mother bent over at her hips showing off her ass to me. I didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but I didn't care. Quickly, reaching over taking one of the small throw pillows and covering myself before my mother could turn around. The way the light of the TV played across her silhouette made me hard to the point that I thought no man could go. The way that white light played across her eyes, the way the shadows played across her breasts. I knew one thing without a doubt I need to rub one out; or I would try and fuck my mother. I almost rolled my eyes as Casanova opening came on screen. However, I knew it was one of my mother's favorites. Plus how my mother nearly threw herself onto the couch and took my arm resting it between her breasts. I so wasn't going to move not even if my life depended on it.
Halfway through the movie I felt my mother's hot breath on my neck. I dared to glance out the corner of my eye. I saw something in her eyes that in my inexperience I couldn't name. Then my mother inched closer and closer until her lips claimed mine. I let my mother take lead since this I admit was my fifth kiss ever. Then the way she sucked on my tongue I knew I had to have more. With my free hand I reached up caressing her cheek as I sank deeper into our kiss. I could feel her need, her desire as our kiss crossed into something more than mother and son.
"Samuel?" my mother asked breathlessly as she came up for air, "do you really think I'm sexy?"
"Without a doubt," I said looking my mother square in the eye.
"Take off your shorts Samuel," my mother commanded. The pillow I had been using for cover went flying. When my mother saw the taut peak, I thought I was about to be devoured. "Oh baby, did you get this hard because of me?" she asked after I had pushed my shorts down.
"Y-yes," I said my heart was racing a million miles a minute as my mother stared hungrily at my cock. "I've been like this since before the movie," I said. I didn't know what was so shocking, yet the way my mother looked to the clock and back to my rod.
"Baby, that was over two hours ago? Are you sure you've been this hard for that long?"
"Mom, have you looked at yourself? You're fu...hot!" I said stopping myself from cursing in front of her.
"Say it baby!" she said her hand rubbed my inner thigh.
"You're fucking hot! It took everything I had not maul you," I said finally letting it all out.
"Do you want to fuck me with this cock, Samuel?" she cooed softly stroking my rod, "do you want your mother to ride you right here on this couch?" my mother asked her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Yes, that's all I've been thinking of since the pool. But every time I tried to bring it up you went and hid in your room," I said as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," she said leaning forward kissing me passionately, "here. Let your hot mother take care of this naughty cock." I held my breath as she leaned over my lap.
"Oh god! Mom! Yes..." I moaned as her mouth enveloped my cock.
"I take it my baby likes it when his mother sucks his cock, hmm?" she asked as my cock left her lips in a loud pop.
"Fuck yes!" I said vehemently.
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind pleasing me as well?" she said rising up. I heard her gasp as I kissed up her stomach. "Mmmhmm." she moaned as I palmed her breasts through her bra. "Here baby," my mother said unhooking her bra. I was in heaven as those orbs came free. "Yes! Suck mama's tits!" she moaned as she held my head against her chest. This went on for ten minutes, I had to make sure I knew every square inch of those breasts. I didn't know when the next time, if there would be a next time, I would be able to do this. "Sam, while I would love to bear your love marks," my mother said her chest heaving, "I need you to do something for me. That no one but you my sweet handsome son can do for his mother."
"I'll do whatever it is to make you happy Mom," I said my cock twitching in agreement.
"I'd hoped you would say that," my mother said with a broad smile, "I need you to eat me, son." I know how I looked as my head just nodded like crazy, because I saw myself in the picture frame above my mother's head. "What is a mother to do with such a loving son?" my mother cooed as she slipped off the couch. I took a dry swallow as my mother stood before me bare chested. The way she smiled at my large eyes that absorbed everything as she wiggled out of her pants. "Lay down on the couch Samuel," my mother ordered. There it was that prefect pussy just a few feet beside me. My mother just smirked as my cock again twitched my approval. "Now Sam you don't have to do much just taste your mother okay," she said as she positioned her mound over my mouth. "So how does my pussy look baby?"
"Perfect," I said in awe.
"Oh baby, you say the most sweetest things. Now fucking eat your mother," she giggled as she sat down on my face. "Of fuck! Yes, suck on that clit," my mother begged, "Hmm...something has been very patient hasn't it?" she asked leaning forward grasping the root of my branch. My hands gripped tightly to my mother's ass as her tongue did things to my cock, I never thought were possible. "Baby, if you have to cum it's okay. Mama will drink down your seed," she said rubbing her lips down the side of my cock.
"Ok...ay," my voice muffled by her honey pot. My entire focus was to make sure my mother got off on my tongue no matter what it took.
"Oh fuck! Yes baby! Lick mama's pussy! Just like that!" I could feel her muscles trembling above me. I inserted two of my fingers searching out that same spot I had found at the pool. I wanted to make sure my mother was satisfied in every way. I knew of the struggles she had to go through since the divorce. I wanted to at least take them away even if for a short while. "Oh god! Oh god! Yes, Samuel, right there, harder baby!" my mother urged me on. For over fifteen minutes the only thing that could be heard in that apartment was me and my mother enjoying each other's bodies.
"M..m I..m g...ng t... c...m" I tried to say yet I couldn't, or would I ever remove my mouth from that sweet pussy.
"Do it baby!" my mother said before renewing her effort. My moans were muffled by that hot snatch currently occupying my mouth. The sucking sensations of her throat as she drank down my cum almost made me wish I could get hard again just to feel that again. "Mmm," My mother purred as she tilted her head back. "God, you cum taste sublime baby. Do you think you can get it up again?" she asked looking down between her legs.
"For you Mom always," I said with a huge grin knowing how my mother's juices were glistening on my face.
"You're so going to have your brains fucked out of you," my mother said, positioning herself over my hips as her hand worked my cock to reignite it. However, that would never be as my mother's phone rang. "Fuck!" my mother growled as she reached for her phone, "Yeah, who is it?!" she growled into the receiver.
"Hey Maurice, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?"
"Oh hey Joan, a little bit," my mother said placing her finger over my lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry but I wouldn't have called but my car won't start; and I rather not wait for the tow truck alone at this time of the night."
"Alright, where are you?" my mother asked sighing looking forlorn at my cock as she rose off the couch.
"I just got off of work. So I locked myself in my car."
"Okay, text me the address and I'll be there as fast as I can," my mother said ending their call. "I'm sorry baby to just leave you like this."
"Mom, it's okay. I totally understand. Joan is a nice lady I would hate for something to happen to her. Plus you did get off..."
"Oh, my sweet boy, of course, I did," my mother said smiling down at me, "the evidence of my cum is all over your face," she giggling before she bent down kissing me with those soft lips. "Sam, you can sleep in my bed if you want. Then again you might like feeling my ass pressed against that cock in the morning," my mother teased as she got dressed.
"You so know it Mom," I retorted.
"What am I to do with you," my mother chuckled shaking her head as she pocketed her car keys and slung her purse over her shoulder.
"Fucking me is probably the only course of action you have left," I said with a devilish smirk.
"Oh, that my dear boy is on the to do list. I'll try to be back as fast as I can, but I don't know exactly where her work is. So you go ahead and wash up and climb into bed. If I'm back in time we'll finish were I left off if not there is always tomorrow," my mother said blowing me a kiss before closing the door.
I awoke around six in the morning feeling this heavenly soft warmth wrapped around my morning wood. As I slowly opened my eyes peering beneath the covers. I worked my tongue around my dry mouth as I spooned my naked mother and my covered cock rested neatly between my mother's ass cheeks.
"Mmm...morning baby," my mother said groggily, reaching her hand up softly stroking my check, "I feel something definitely is awake this morning. Fuck! Is that the time! Shit!" my mother nearly yelled as she noticed the time. Flinging the covers off of her and me, I stared in awe of the woman I had the fortunate opportunity to sleep beside. "Here," my mother said tossing me a pair of clean thongs, "pick one and wrap it around that cock and cum in it. I want to feel my son's cum against my pussy all throughout the day since I don't have time to properly take care it now. So," she said clawing along the bed towards me, "make sure it's a nice big juicy load sweetheart," my mother purred as she ran her hand up my cock.
"Sure thing Mom," I said smiling like a fool not waiting for her to even get off the bed before snaking my cock out.
"God, I can't wait to sit on this," she cooed lovingly watching as I wrapped her underwear around my cock, "I'll try to hurry so that cum is nice and warm after my shower," she said winking at me before scurrying off the bed. I tried to make it last as I listened to the shower. I felt that tingling as I heard the turning of the faucets.
"Oh Mom!" I cried loud enough for her to hear as my spunk covered the inside of her thong.
"Are they ready to wear?" my mother asked walking into her bedroom.
"Yep, see," I said rolling off the bed handing the thong to her, all the while the last bead of my cum oozed out the tip of my cock.
"I can't have this going to waste," my mother said bending down swallowing my cock whole, swirling her tongue around my head making sure she got every last drop.
"Fuck Mom! I love how you do that," I said feeling my legs shake as my cock left her lips.
"You think that's something, wait until you're hilt deep inside me baby," she said winking at me before her tongue probed my mouth, "oh my, that is a nice big load," she cooed before slipping on the underwear. Making me watch as she wiggled her hips making sure I saw how that thong settle on her mound. "Mmm...yes, I can feel that goo touching my lips. Now you go back to sleep I'll wake you long before you need to be ready," she said kissing me on last time before she hurriedly put on her work clothes.
I awoke again but this time it was to find my mother bobbing up and down on my cock. Those brown eyes glanced up at me as I came to. I could feel her urgency. She wanted my load and she wanted it now.
"Mmm...fuck," I moaned as my fingers wrapped around the sheet, "Mom, does your son's cock taste good?" I asked hoping she would answer.
"Mmmhmm," she voiced yet I could tell there was quite a bit of lust behind it.
"Do we have time...to you know?" I asked as she shook her head, I blew my load. "Fuck Mom. I'm sorry it just felt so good when you did that."
"Don't apologize baby," my mother said after her gagging had subsided, "I've gotten use to your unexpected eruptions," she said impishly. "Come on. Get dressed we need to get to the shop and pack the van." I just gawked at my mother as she smirked while crawling off the bed.
It took us about an hour to pack up the van. My mother normally didn't drive her own car to whichever event she was catering at the time, however, with the amount food whomever had hired my mother to prepare she opted to drive her own car. Plus the way she was looking at me when no one was watching. I had a feeling she had other reasons as to why she wanted to drive. I wasn't disappointed either as we drove to wherever we were going. I stared up in shock at my father's firms building, then to my hard cock that mother had been jerking while we followed the van.
As the elevator doors rolled open none other than my stepmother stood before me. She was wearing this revealing black mini dress. Those green eyes staring right at me. Then dipping low noticing the bulge in my pants.
"Maurice, Richard wanted me to show you where you can setup," Melody said as nicely as she could in front of me.
"Okay," my mother said. I could tell she was a little thrown off by Melody's demeanor, given the last time they had seen one another it had come to blows. There wasn't much I could do to hide the hard rod that my mother had awaken on the ride over since my hands were full. That little tight ass of Melody's swayed seductively before me as she led us into one of the spare conference rooms. The large table that normally had sat in the center of the room had been removed, and folding tables had been added to host the trays of food me and my mother's workers carried and pushed into the room. "Samuel, will you help Dale and Grace to bring up the rest, while I make sure everything is ready?"
"Of course," I said still holding the tray of mini quiches as my mother reached under moving my cock to a less noticeable position. "Thank you," I mouth which produced a sneaky smile from my mother. It took us a good half an hour to unpack the van and the elevator trips didn't help much either. Yet as I set down the box containing the table cloths. I watched as my mother went about directing how the setup should look. She must have seen me staring as her cheeks quickly got a red hue.
"Samuel," Melody said from the doorway, "your father would like to talk with you."
"It's okay," my mother nodded, "you won't be needed until the party starts, just make sure you're here five minutes before it does okay."
"Sure," I said, checking my watch that gave me ten minutes to figure out what my father wanted, and I wasn't about to disappoint my mother. Melody led me through the offices though, in truth, she didn't have to. I think she just wanted to show off her body to me. I have to say as much as I dislike her, she does have one amazing figure.
"So are you enjoying staying at your mother's place?" Melody asked as her brunette hair bounced along her shoulders.
"Yeah, why?" I asked glancing out of the corner of my eye.
"Because I was thinking maybe you could come visit us sometime," Melody said, reaching over taking hold of my arm before we got to my father's office. I knew this part of the building was pretty much a dead zone given how the younger and older lawyers avoided my father like the plague. "I know you never liked me," she said pushing me up against the wall, "I understand that, but maybe we can start over, hmm?" Melody asked as she pressed her body against mine while stroking my still hard rod. "I mean you don't have to move back in if you don't want to, maybe just stay a night or two. I know your father misses you," she said her face inches away from mine. Those green eyes of hers burned in her hunger to devour me. "I miss you too. I didn't think I would, but I do Sammy. I shouldn't have told your father to make you move. For that I am truly sorry. I'm more than willing to make it up to you sweetheart," Melody said brushing her cheek against mine, "I haven't fucked anyone since you've been gone. You're the last cock I have tasted, and I want more," she whispered wantonly into my ear. "So since I have stopped sleeping around for my need to feel some connection your father never provides. You, well hung man, will have to make sure I am satisfied, or I'll tell your father how you forced me to suck that delicious cock," Melody said sinisterly and sensuously giving my cock a squeeze before pushing me towards my father's office. "Go on. He's waiting," Melody said from behind me as I readjusted myself before entering my father's office."Hello Samuel," my father said hiding the distain at what I was wearing, yet I could tell. "I'll keep this short as possible," he said while Melody walked over to the other chair that was twin to the one, I was standing behind. She made a show of showing off her ass to me as she lowered herself into the seat. "I have very important people coming in from all across the globe for this event. I don't want them to know you are my son wearing that," my father said pointing at my uniform. I narrowed my eyes at my father. Sure, it might not be as glamorous as trying a case in federal court, but at least it was honest work. "So don't expect much in a way of conversation from me during the party," he said matching my gaze.
"I never do Dad," I said, watching my father's wrinkly brow furrow, making his receding salt and pepper hair line look larger then it was.
"If it wasn't for your mother," he said pointing at Melody, who smiled warmly at my father. Yet as those eyes glanced at me, I wondered what she was playing at as they returned back to my father. "I've would have gone with someone else altogether."
"And you would have been a fool. Mom's cooking is the best in town, and what better way to show these so-called important clients of yours. That you value their time and more importantly their money then providing the best food they can stuff themselves on, hmm? That is why she is here isn't," I said coldly nodding to Melody, "to show off your trophy wife to these assclowns that don't give a damn about you, just long enough that you're as good as you say you are," I said watching as my father's cheek twitched. Melody gasped turning in her seat looking at me as if I was a stranger. Yet those eyes of hers told me one thing. She wanted me now more than ever. Since I didn't live with him anymore, and I didn't care if he pulled the money for my college out from under me. I was tired of him speaking down to me like I was something lesser then he was. It was high time for someone to call him out. If it had to be his own son, then so be it. I've had enough of his crap, and I'll be damn if he was going to make me feel bad about it. "That is why you rushed me out of that house, so you could appear devoted to your client's needs?" The last part was a lie I know, but damn did it feel good to say. "So if that is all I have work to do before the party." I didn't, however, I just wanted to be out of that room.
"Samuel?" my father called out as I reached for the doorknob.
"Yeah," I said not bothering to look back.
"Well said." I was shocked to say the least. "Wish I had more lawyers with the balls to speak their minds as you just did." I heard my father getting out of his seat, turning me around and doing one thing he has rarely done in my entire life. The man hugged his own son. "Now you go do what you have to, but you're coming home this weekend and we'll spend some time together," my father said genuinely smiling at me.
"Okay," I said in stun disbelief. Yet over his shoulder I could see Melody running her finger along her lip gazing at my groin. I knew it was going to be one hell of a weekend for sure.
As the party got underway, I tried to stay in the background doing whatever my mother needed. Yet as the liquor flowed, and the hours passed, I was less needed then what my mother had thought. However, like the good son I try to be for her. I still made the rounds with that serving tray. How she would flash me a smile every time I came back to refill it. When she and I knew I didn't have to, not when most of the guest and the lawyers were too busy drinking and trying to gain their business. Yet that all changed when I was carrying the tray of mini cheesecakes near my father's office. Thinking there might be some intoxicated people that needed some of my mother's succulent desserts to suck up the booze. Yet I didn't except that my stepmother to pull me into my father's office.
"Now," Melody said with her back to me locking the door, "if you want out Samuel," she said turning around. With the key in her hand I watched as she lifted her dress placing it in her underwear. "You'll have to come and get it." I swallowed hard as that predatory smile spread across her lips. "Or would you rather me tell you father how you thrust that hard cock in and out of my mouth, making me gag on that delicious cum as you poured it down my throat?" I knew I couldn't let my father know about that. He might find pride in me standing up to him. However, when it came to Melody, he was sadistic to anyone that crossed her.
"You want me to fuck you in dad's office?" I asked while I wasn't opposed to the idea. I did find it a rather pleasing way to get back at the old man. But this was too risky even for me, I knew we would get caught.
"Your Dad is too busy drinking and entraining his guest to notice my disappearance," Melody said her hips swayed as she walked towards me, "and what better way to fuck the man I saw a few hours ago then right here," she said as my ass pressed against the edge of my father's desk. "How about we put this up, hmm?" Melody said taking the tray from me and placing it on top of the books on the middle shelve. "Now let's have a look at the man you've become?" she pressing her body against as the sound of my zipper lowered. "Go on Sammy touch me," Melody said reaching into my pants. I could feel her hand fishing around in my underwear for my soft cock. As my I have stated that I had no wish to fuck her. My cock and hands vetoed my decision on the matter. I listened as Melody moaned as I squeezed her tits. Playing with her nipples through the material of her dress. I had to get her off quickly so my mom or my dad wouldn't miss either one of us. My fingers pulled the hem of her dress up as my cock grew in her hand. "Going for the main course I see. I understand. Best we fuck now before somebody finds us," Melody said reading my mind. I reached through the side of her panties for the key as my member reached its full length.
"Mmm...yes, so forceful you've become," Melody said as I bent her over my father's desk. Pushing aside her panties showing me that pink slit she had taunted me with yesterday. I wasn't gentle when I propelled my cock into her cunt. Maybe I should have been, but I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Plus it was kind of my way of getting back for the years of her shit I had to put up with. "That's it Sammy take that anger out on that cunt!" Melody moaned low taking my full length with ease. How was I to know she got off on that kind of thing. While I have never admitted this to anyone, well except for you dear reader, especially not to her, that cunt of hers did feel amazing. I looked at the clock as ten minutes had passed of listening to my stepmother moaning as my cock gilded in and out of that wet hole. I knew I had five minutes before my mother would come and find me. So putting every bit of strength I had into my thrust. How that woman went wild as I pounded her cunt. "Yes! Give it to me Sammy!" Melody growled low knowing I was about to cum.
I breathed heavily as I backed away watching my cum ooze out of my stepmother. I'm ashamed to say, yes, I wanted more as I stuffed my cock back into my pants, "So we're good now right?" I asked trying to steady my trembling legs as I reached for the tray.
"Oh, we have only just started baby," Melody said sinisterly looking behind her, "you're going to continue to fuck me when I want and how I want," she said, reaching between her legs coating her fingers in my spunk. My anger flared as I watched her suck them clean. "Or this time I might just tell Richard you raped me," Melody said evilly pulling her panties back over her mound and straightened out her dress as she stood. Even if it was a lie, I knew she would do it. What was I to do? Have her lie to my father about a rape that never happen, or to continue to be blackmailed into having sex with her. There was only one choice before me. I had to keep fucking her. "Oh, don't be so mad, you and I know that cock loves my pussy," Melody said taking the key from me, patting me on the cheek as she opened the door, "this weekend you and I are going to spend a lot of time alone together. So I hope you rest up until then," she said before sashaying out the door.
"Fuck!" I growled. I heard her chuckle from down the hall which only made me more angry.
"Where have you been?!" my mother asked as I returned back to the conference room, "sweetheart, what's wrong?" she asked pulling me to the side as the others started to pack up the empty trays.
"Nothing," I said looking away.
"Look at me!" she said pulling my chin towards her, "tell me what's wrong Samuel?" As I stared into those loving brown eyes, I knew then she could never know. I could never tell her how Melody was blackmailing me. I had to keep that from ever reaching my mother. If she ever found out I knew Melody would be a dead woman.
"Dad wants me to come over and spend the weekend there. When all I want to do is be with you," I said, the last part low enough so no one could overhear. While yes most of it was a lie to keep the truth from coming to light. I meant every word of it. I do truly wish to be with the woman before for me. Not as mother and son, but as in the woman I can turn to and she could confide in me.
"Oh Sam," my mother said a strange light I haven't seen before filled her eyes, "go help the others load up," she said. I knew she wanted to say more but couldn't in mix company. So I simply nodded and helped out to pack up the van once again. All the while I pondered how I was going to deal with my blackmailing stepmother.
"Sam, did you really mean that you wish to be with me? I'm your mom. While yes, I do want to fuck you, so much right now you wouldn't believe," she said moaning loudly pressing her head against the head rest as we sat at a red light, "but what you're asking for is crazy!"
"Then call me crazy for wanting the hottest woman in town," I said grinning madly at her, "is that so wrong to want to be with you like that?"
"Oh baby, no it isn't," she said looking over at me, "do you really want an old woman as your girlfriend?"
"One you're not old. Ms. Atwater is old. You look like you're still in your twenties, given how well you have taking care of...," My mother reach over so fast I couldn't think as her tongue made my brain turn to mush. "Umm...umm...umm...," was all I could say as my brain was still in that state of bliss.
"Well, I know how to shut you up now. Something I'll probably find very pleasing," she giggled as the light turned green.
"Okay, I'm go take a shower," my mother said as we entered the apartment, "oh and, Sammy?" she said turned to me as her shirt fell open.
"Yeah?" I said trying not to stare at her breasts.
"No peaking," she chuckled walking up to me, "and no touching yourself I want every ounce of your cum," she purred as she rubbed my cock. How her eyes burned with hunger as I moaned. I don't think my mother ever had a man that wanted her as much as I did and still do. The half an hour I sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, what I think is a form of torture no man should ever have to endure. Yet I knew I had to get the scent of Melody off of me before my mother could find out. My mouth dropped as my mother walked out of the bathroom nude. Instantly, my meat stick roared to life. "I left you some hot water if you need a shower," she smirked as she walked into her bedroom keeping her back to me as she gave her ass a smack before closing the door.
I heard my mother laughing at my groan as I fell back onto the couch. However, that was short lived as I raced to the bathroom knowing what awaited me when I got out. I won't bore you with what I thought about in the shower I'm sure you know by now.
"Samuel! Will you please come in here?" my mother called to me as I opened the bathroom door. As I entered her room with the towel wrapped around my waist. I just stopped in my tracks as my mother knelt on her bed in a matching pair of lilac colored of bra and panties. "So does my body please you baby?" I didn't have to answer as my cock did that for me. "Then come," she said beckoning me with her finger, "and take this woman you find so sexy," my mother said grinning madly, as I tossed my towel across the room. I wish I could say I was dashing and what not when I climbed onto the bed and took my mother into my arms, but I wasn't I just couldn't help myself as I assaulted her lips. Yet my mother didn't seem to care as she breathed heavily as I kissed down her neck. My fingers worked feverishly as I worked the hooks that held her bra taunt. Those orbs beckoned me to free them, to partake of their goodness. "Oh Samuel!" my mother moaned as my tongue rolled along her nipple.
As I gently lay my mother down on the bed. Her chest heaved in anticipation. I think she had wanted this as much as I did. Those soft panties went flying over my shoulder as they left my mother's legs. I could tell she was already wet enough for me to slid my cock into her. Yet I wanted to taste that delicious peach again.
"Mmm...fuck yes!" my mother screamed out as my tongue part her lips. I glanced up as my mother's back arced as I gently sucked on her clitoris. "Oh god! Samuel, yes suck on your mother's clit. Suck it hard baby!" she demanded. God. Those hot juices of hers tasted so sweet to me. Within minutes of me sucking on those delicious lips I had my mother cumming, yet I didn't stop there. "Oh god!" she screamed out as her second orgasm flooded her canal. "Fuck yes! Samuel!" she screamed holding my head to her hot box. I drank down those juices as fast as I could. To this day I have made sure I've eaten my mother out once a day regardless if we have sex or not. This wasn't about me as I looked over that perfect mound. This was about showing the woman before me how much she means to me. "Stop! You got to stop!" my mother said, "I can't catch my breath," she said smiling down at me as her third climax had ran its course.
"Have I done something wrong?" I asked in my inexperience I didn't know that smile was a very good thing. But hey you have to learn sometime right?
"Oh Samuel," she said bringing me to her lips, "you've done everything right," she said her tongue flicking out teasing my juice cover lips. "Now, I think it's my turn to show you what I do for my man," my mother said rolling me over onto my back. Goose flesh rose all over my body as my mother kissed down my chest. I sucked in a breathe as my mother inhaled my cock. God. Her mouth is heavenly. As I peered down at my mother bobbing on my tool. Licking every which way, sucking hard on the head of my cock as her tongue circled its crown. I knew then she was the one I always wanted to see on the end of my appendage. If I had to deal with Melody to be able to come home to this woman that was doing things Melody could barely dream of. Then so help me if I had to move heaven and earth just for a brief moment with her then so be it. I was going to make sure nothing bad ever touched her life ever again, at least not if I could help it.
"Oh Mom!" I cried out, "if you keep going, I'm going to cum."
"Not yet!" she growled, "This cock needs to be reacquainted with my pussy," she said staring down at me before lowering herself onto my steel rod. "You like the feel of that hot pussy don't you baby?"
The Conclusion In Maurice's Tale.
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