章節 1794: MOM AND HER FRIEND
My name is Todd Walker. I'll admit I'm not the brightest person in the world.
After I finished my second year at the local college, my parents rewarded me with a car. It was just a used car, with a huge amount of mileage on it, but it least it got me from one place to another. Not that I had a lot of places to go. But, at the age of twenty, I finally felt like I was heading toward being an adult.
Only two weeks after I got the car, as I was driving kinda fast on a county road, I took a curve a bit too sharply--and drove my car into a ditch.
Luckily, I was wearing a seatbelt--I'm not that stupid! But even so, I felt shooting pains in both my wrists, and my right knee really hurt. Somehow I managed to dial 911 on my cellphone (I could barely hold it in my hand), and I got carted off to the hospital.
It turned out that I had sprained (but not broken) my wrists, and my kneecap had suffered a tiny fracture. So I'd be in that damn hospital bed for a while, pretty helpless.
My mom (her name is Francine) came to visit me soon after she heard about the accident. Naturally she was worried--but when she realized that I wasn't going to die anytime soon, she looked at me as if saying, What kind of a son have I raised, who drives his car into a ditch?
I have to admit to you, my mom is really good-looking. Dad is one lucky guy! There's no way anyone would think she was forty-four years old--she looks like she's maybe in her early thirties. And I know I shouldn't say this, but she has a fabulous pair of tits! Of course, I haven't seen them, but you can just tell. I guess she's proud of them, because she sort of shows them off whenever she can, wearing low-cut dresses or blouses that draw men's eyes (and even some women's eyes--although they're probably jealous) toward the deep cleavage she displays. And I'm pretty sure she's not wearing a push-up bra!
She also wiggles her butt as she's walking around. I don't think it's deliberate; it just happens. So those same eyes that are glued to her tits are now glued to her backside as she leaves the room.
You probably think I'm some sort of scumbag, saying all these things about my mom. But I can't help it! I ain't had a lot of experience with girls, and in some weird way my mom has always been my "best girl."
Well, the third day into my hospital stay, I was getting pretty bored. I don't know why they wouldn't let me go, but I guess my wrists weren't strong enough for me to use crutches, which I'd definitely need if I was to get around.
There were other things I couldn't do with my banged-up wrists, and that was really bugging me.
So when Mom came by once a day, as she always did (Dad never visited me in the hospital--he thought I was a jerk and deserved what I got), she looked a little concerned.
That lovely face of hers looked me over: she could tell immediately that something was wrong.
"What's the matter, dear?" she said. Did I mention she has a lovely voice, too?
"Nothing, Mom," I muttered.
She eyed me sharply. "Don't give me that. I know something's not right. You look a little flushed. You have a fever?"
"I don't have a fever, Mom."
But of course, as moms always do, she put her cool hand, with these long, slender fingers, on my forehead.
"You do have a fever! At least a slight one," she said with a kind of bitter triumph.
"That's not it, Mom!" I said, losing patience.
"Then what is it?"
I'd reached what they call "the moment of truth." Was I really going to tell her what my problem was? Or was I going to keep on trying to hide it? Mom knew me about as well as anyone in the world, so I figured there was no way I could continue deceiving her.
What I did was move the sheets away from my body (that was pretty hard, since my wrists were still sore) and show her what the trouble was.
You see, I had a huge hard-on.
Her eyes naturally gravitated toward it. "Oh, dear," she said softly. "I had a feeling that might be it."
I told you Mom knew me real well!
She kept staring at my cock, frowning as if it was some really difficult problem in physics. That surprised me. I thought her natural reaction would be to get angry with me, cover me up, and give me a tongue-lashing for being such a dirty young man, exposing himself to his own mother.
I had to explain to her what was going on.
"Mom, I do myself every day, and it's been three days since--"
She gazed into my face, scowling. "You jerk off every day? Isn't that a bit excessive?"
"I don't think so. Lots of guys do that. It's just a part of my routine. But Mom, you need to help me."
"Help you how?"
Did I really need to answer that question? I just stared at her with this pleading look on my face.
Mom, for her part, had been doing something strange. It was as if she was hypnotized by my cock. I've heard women get that way sometimes: they find it both fascinating and a little frightening, for obvious reasons. So, aside from just staring at it, she was using the index finger of her right hand to stroke my dick back and forth. You can imagine what effect that had on me!
"So big," she whispered. "How'd it get so big?"
"I don't know," I said. "It just did." Can I mention that my cock is about eight inches long, and pretty thick?
Then she said something under her breath, which she thought I couldn't hear--but I did. What she said was: "Bigger than your father's."
I felt a little glow of pride at that. But I was still in a bad way.
"Mom," I said, "please . . ."
I guess she felt she had to come to my rescue. So she grabbed my cock firmly with her right hand, raised it up so it was pointing straight up, and began pumping it lightly up and down. It was going to take a lot more effort than that to get me off!
"Mom, a little harder," I begged.
"Yes, yes," she said impatiently. "It's been a while since I've done this. Your dad usually likes to come in me."
She actually stuck her tongue a little out of her mouth in deep concentration. But she did begin stroking me harder. She switched to her left hand, using her right to cup my balls. Oh, man, do I love that! I do it myself when I jerk off. Meanwhile I was just enjoying the incredible sensation of this divine creature servicing me. I somehow forgot that she was my mom: it was like she was some goddess who had come down from heaven to relieve me of the horrible burden of not having come in three days.
Well, it didn't take long. I began moaning softly, and as my mother looked me right in the face I began spurting. The first shot went, like, a foot in the air, and she jerked her head back in surprise. There were plenty more spurts, since I'd had to hold it in for so long. In fact, this was one of the all-time greatest orgasms I ever had.
Mom, who was at first startled at my huge load, now frowned in disapproval. Even though I'd raised my hospital gown up to my chest, some drops landed on the gown as far up as the area of my chin. Snatching up some Kleenex, Mom began mopping up all the stuff, clucking her tongue and saying, "Lordy me, what a mess!"
I just grinned at her. I always feel kind of goofy after an orgasm, and I looked at her as a kind of guardian angel who'd rescued me from a horrible fate.
She was too embarrassed to place the sticky Kleenex in the garbage can, fearing that some nurse would find them and figure out what happened. So she stuffed them into her purse, making a face because they were still damp.
"You feel better now?" she said acidly.
"Great, Mom," I said, beaming at her. "Couldn't have done it better myself."
Then she began talking about general subjects as if nothing had happened. Pretty soon she left.
When she came back the next day, we exchanged what are called "significant looks." I mean, my relationship with her would never be the same, would it? Once your mom has jerked you off, everything is different. Even so, she tried to pretend things were normal by chattering away about nothing. But at last, after an awkward pause, she said:
"You, um, still aren't able to . . .?" She made pumping gestures with one hand.
"Sorry, Mom," I said. "My wrists are still too sore. They're getting better, but that's one thing I can't manage."
She sighed heavily. "You want another round?"
"That would be nice."
She pulled back the blanket covering me--and seemed unsurprised that I already had an erection.
She'd already taken my cock firmly in her hand when I said, "Um, I don't suppose you'd care to . . ." I couldn't finish the sentence: I was too embarrassed!
"Care to what?" she said with a little edge in her voice.
"Well, you know, put it in your mouth." As she glared at me, I went on quickly, "I won't make such a mess that way."
That didn't help a whole lot. "Oh, you expect me to swallow the stuff?"
"I guess. Don't you do that to Dad?"
"Not terribly often. Sure, I suck his dick, but that's usually just foreplay. As I mentioned, he likes to come . . . elsewhere."
"Mom, please, just this once!"
She actually rolled her eyes at me, as if saying: The things I do for my son! "Oh, all right," she said at last. Then she gave a glance at the door of my room. "You don't think some nurse is going to walk in, do you?"
"I doubt it. They don't come in very often."
"For our sakes, you'd better be right."
And she lowered her head and fastened her lips to my cock.
For some reason she'd worn ruby-red lipstick, and I loved to see those red lips encircle my manhood. I could tell at once that Mom was really good at cocksucking: she focused on the tip, licking it with her tongue and even nibbling at sometimes, while she grabbed my balls and gave them a good squeeze--but not hard enough to hurt! I was just mesmerized watching her head bob up and down. On an impulse I reached out and took hold of her butt. She was wearing thin slacks, and I could feel the sheer panties underneath. Without taking my cock out of her mouth, she gave me a kind of disapproving look (Exactly what do you think you're doing, young man?) which discouraged me from slipping my hand under the waistband of her slacks and touching her bare bottom.
Well, you can imagine I couldn't last long. It's not every day a guy gets sucked off by his own mom! There's this weird little tingling that happens in my balls when I'm about to come, and I started to feel that now. Letting out soft moans, I began to feel that come pouring out of me--and right into Mom's mouth. She coughed a little when she sensed the first dollop landing on her tongue, but quickly got the hang of it. She swallowed every drop!
When she was convinced I was finished, she pulled her mouth away and let my cock flop back onto my belly, then covered me with the blanket. She reached over to the nightstand next to my bed and took a drink from a glass of water there: I guess she wanted to get the taste of come out of her mouth.
"That was great, Mom," I gasped between breaths.
"Glad you liked it," she said with heavy sarcasm.
And then we went back to talking about various things.
*
I was finally released the next day and decided to spend a while back at my parents' house. I had a tiny little room in a rooming house near campus, but because I had to be on crutches for a while and couldn't really manage on my own, I figured I'd go back to being a guy living with his parents.
Of course, I had another reason for being there.
After about a week I didn't need the crutches anymore, but I still didn't go back to that rooming house. Mom and Dad didn't seem to mind. One Saturday afternoon in late June, I saw Mom in my parents' bedroom. For some reason she hadn't changed out of the nightgown she'd worn the previous night--and, with the light coming in through the window, I could see her naked form through the thin fabric of that nightgown. Omigod! She looked so beautiful.
I just had to come up to her and take her in my arms.
She hadn't seen me until the last moment, so she was a bit startled at my sudden appearance. But she let me hold her close. Isn't a son allowed to embrace his mom? As for her, she instinctively threw her arms around me. I think women are like that: if you hug them, they just naturally hug you back.
I'm not a tall guy--only an inch or two taller than Mom, who's about five foot six. I could feel all the contours of her body: the full, heavy breasts pressing against my chest, and even the thick fur of her delta against my groin. (All I was wearing was a T-shirt and shorts.) Then I took her face in my hand and gave her a tender little kiss on the mouth. As I was doing that, I slid a hand down her back and placed it on her bottom.
That made her break the kiss and say, "Todd, dear, what do you think you're doing?" She said it gently, but I think she was still a little annoyed. I guess I was "taking liberties" with her. Isn't that what they used to say?
"Oh, Mom," I pleaded, and I could feel my erection poking her in the belly. "Please . . ."
She wasn't stupid: she knew exactly what I meant. I want to go all the way with you.
The fact that she hadn't moved my hand from her butt or tried to get out of my embrace was, I felt, a good sign. So it didn't entirely surprise me when she said:
"Listen, dear, your father will be leaving early tomorrow morning for a round of golf with his friends. So maybe then we can--" She broke off: I guess she couldn't actually say the words either.
"That would be great, Mom!" I whispered.
Now she did push me away. "Okay, dear, that's enough. Hold your horses until tomorrow."
I reluctantly let her go and trudged back to my own room. You can't imagine how much restraint I had to use not to jerk myself off right then and there! But I wanted to be in prime condition when I got into bed with my mom.
The rest of that day passed with incredible slowness, almost as if I was walking through a huge pile of molasses. I just couldn't think of anything to do to take my mind off of what would happen the next morning. Sometimes I felt dizzy and couldn't see straight. I actually did all I could not to even see my mom, because every glance at her reminded me of the incredible pleasure I'd be feeling when I'd be in her bed.
Finally the night came, and I tried to get some sleep. I thought I'd be tossing and turning all night--but, to my amazement, I fell asleep almost immediately. The next thing I knew, my mom was bending down next to me and shaking me by the shoulder, saying, "Wake up, dear. Your daddy's gone now."
I tried to shake the cobwebs from my mind as I leaped out of bed and headed over to my parents' bedroom. You can imagine that seeing that bed (it wasn't actually the bed where I was conceived, because my parents hadn't been living in this house then--but even so, it was where my mom and dad had made love hundreds, maybe thousands of times over the years) was an awesome sight. I was wearing only my underwear, and I slipped that off at once.
Mom, who was wearing that thin nightgown from the day before, took a little more time undressing. With her back to me, she pulled the gown off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My heart almost stopped! That first sight of her naked back--long, shapely, and slightly curved--drew my eyes like a magnet, and of course I had to take in the view of her gorgeously round bottom, not to mention her strong thighs and calves and delicate little feet.
Then she turned around.
If her backside looked fabulous, her front was--well, I don't think Venus emerging from the waves could be any lovelier. She gave me a kind of demure look, as if she was just the least bit mortified at revealing herself to me. Her skin glowed even more pink than usual. I devoured every inch of her--those incredible breasts (so large, firm, and close together that they made a natural cleavage), her flat stomach, that little mound at her delta, and everything else.
I hadn't been fully hard when I crawled out of bed, but as I stared at her I could see and feel my cock rising to the occasion. That made her smile to herself, as she thought: Well, I must still have it, if a guy gets hard just by looking at me.
I stumbled toward her, enfolding her in my arms. If holding her while she was wearing that nightgown was an amazing experience, hugging her when we were both naked was--well, transcendent. I kissed her delicately on her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and her shoulders, while also placing both hands on her round, cushiony butt. She just received my affection for a while, then made me stand back. Looking me straight in the eyes, she fell to her knees, took my cock in her hand, and stuffed it into her mouth.
I stood there watching her engulf more and more of my thing into her mouth, until it had almost entirely disappeared. So on top of all her other virtues, Mom was an expert in deep throat! Her nose actually touched my hairy groin at one point; but then she had to pull back, as she began gagging on my big member. But she put it right back into her mouth, not so far this time.
After she'd worked on me for a while, she led me to the bed. She lay down on her back and held her arms out to me. I practically leaped into bed, and pretty soon I was on top of her.
You know, guys, once you're between a girl's legs, you're home free. (Of course, my mom's not a "girl," but you know what I mean.) But, eager as I was to stuff my dick into her, I wanted to do something else first.
I nestled my head against those incredible breasts of hers and pressed them against my face; I even inhaled a wonderfully heady scent coming from them. It was her body-scent, and it really turned me on. But what also turned me on was the thick, erect nipples sticking up from them. Man, I wish I could remember sucking on them as a baby! And I wish I could get the same kind of nourishment out of them now. Is that perverse of me? I don't care. I just fell in love with my mom's breasts.
But, even as I spent minutes kneading them and kissing them and licking them and fastening my lips on those protruding nipples, I knew I couldn't wait much longer for the main event. And so I slid up her body and, looking down at her, I slipped into her.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find that hole--but it was easy as pie. I guess my cock had a natural instinct for where it should go. When I finally went into her, the feeling was so amazing that I gasped aloud. I guess I should have checked whether she was wet, but that was no problem: her own juices were practically oozing out of her. Maybe she was as keen on having me go into her as I was.
I went in as far as I could--and Mom actually frowned a bit, as if she wasn't used to the length of my cock. Then I started pumping, starting slowly at first but soon picking up the pace. I pasted her whole face with kisses, and I used my hands to grab her tits and her ass and any other part I could reach. Oh, baby, this was something! She just lay there, smiling softly to herself and wrapping her legs around my thighs. She closed her eyes as if lost in a dream. The warmth, wetness, and tightness of her pussy (yes, it seemed tight to me, even though she must have done this countless numbers of times) almost made me dizzy, and I thought I might faint. And when I lay down on her, I could feel those fabulous breasts of hers rubbing up against my chest.
Well, you can imagine I couldn't hold out very long. I would have liked to remain in her forever, but after only a few minutes that tingling sensation in my balls made me realize I was about to explode. And did I ever! I'm sure I sent a lot more come into her than even when she'd jerked me off or sucked me in the hospital. It was like I couldn't stop coming, and I saw her eyebrows rise up and her mouth open in surprise at the amount of stuff I was pouring into her.
I remained in her for a little while, and then I rolled off, landing on my back next to her.She looked over to me. "Was that nice, dear?"
"It was sensational, Mom!" I burst out. Then, more quietly: "Um, it was my first time." (I told you I didn't have much experience with women!)
"It was?" she said in disbelief. Staring up at the ceiling and shaking her head, she said, mostly to herself, "Man, who'd have thought that a mother would take her own son's virginity."
I peered over at her. She looked even lovelier than before, and I couldn't help wondering what it felt like to have my stuff in her twat. But that made me think of something else.
"Mom, did you come?" I said.
She smiled again. "No, dear. Women don't usually come just from intercourse. We need . . . other kinds of stimulants."
"Like what?"
"You don't know?"
"Not really. I mean, I kinda know, but--"
"Well, let me teach you."
She took my hand and placed it between her legs, giving some quick instruction on how to get a woman off. I began fondling her labia and clitoris; it thrilled me to feel my come leaking out of her, and that made me stroke her all the more. Mom arched her back, moaning gently; and as she got into the spirit of things, she began to shake and quiver as if a mild jolt of electricity was running through her. Her thighs in particular were all trembly, and then her jaw dropped and her tongue stuck out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled around in her head as if she couldn't see straight. She started making weird little gagging or choking sounds--and then she screamed.
I kid you not: she screamed, clutching the bedsheets tightly with her fists and tossing her head back and forth. She was really getting into her orgasm! I thought my work was done and I let up a little, but she managed to cry, "Oh, Todd, don't stop!" So I kept stroking her gently, and in that way I made her climax go on and on and on. I was amazed how long she thrashed around. I mean, for a guy an orgasm is over in a few seconds; but women, it seems, can keep it up for many minutes.
Finally, she pushed my hand away and collapsed bonelessly on the bed, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. I was real proud of myself. There's nothing better than making your mom come! It's like you're repaying her for all the good stuff she's done for you over the years. She turned her head toward me and gave me a look of pure benevolence. She loved me, and I loved her!
Well, you can imagine what happened to me as I was watching all this go on. I'd gotten hard again.
She noticed it at once, and gave me a wry little smile. "What's going on down there?" she said.
I didn't have to say anything to that, and she went on: "You want it again?"
"Yeah," I said, but after a little pause I added: "Um, I was wondering . . ." I was having trouble getting the words out.
"Wondering what?"
"Well, you see--I thought I could go into your butt."
She frowned at me. "How do you know about that?"
"Oh, Mom, I know." Some of the guys had talked about how nice it was to stick their thing into a girl's bottom.
"I'm not sure I should let you do that," she said. She was still frowning, but there was a little smile on her face.
"Do you like it?" I said.
It took her a little while to say, "Yes, I do like it. Your dad does it to me a fair amount."
"Does he?"
"Yes, he does."
I chuckled a bit at that. Good for Dad! "Then can we . . .?"
"Oh, all right," she said, pretending to be annoyed. I really think she was tickled at the idea. "We need some lube. Don't ever do this without lube, Todd. You can really hurt a girl."
I was about to get up and find something in the bathroom that would work, but she said, "There's some in the top drawer of the nightstand."
I opened the drawer. All I found was a jar of cold cream.
I took it out. "Is this what you use for lube?"
"Yes. It works quite well."
I had to take her word for it--it would never have occurred to me to use it for that purpose. I removed the cap and made a move to hand the jar to her, but she gave me a sharp look and said, "You put it on."
I gulped. "Me?"
"Yeah, you. If you're gonna stick your thing in me back there, you're gonna have to lube me up."
I wasn't expecting that! But I went ahead and scooped up a big wad of the stuff with my fingers and approached my mom, who had flopped over onto her stomach. I have to say, I felt a little weird putting my fingers into that sensitive spot--but it was all for a good cause!
I thought Mom would get on her hands and knees, but she said she didn't like that position--whether she was going to take a guy's dick into her pussy or her ass. "It makes me feel like a cat in heat!" she snapped. Okay, lady! Whatever you prefer.
I gingerly got on top of her. I didn't want to crush her with my weight, but she didn't seem to mind. I had just a little trouble getting my cock into that tiny hole--but then, after a little fumbling, it suddenly went almost halfway in, causing Mom to say, "Hey, watch it, buster! Easy with that thing!"
"Sorry, Mom!" I cried.
I pulled back a little bit, but not all the way out. Then I got into a good rhythm, and she seemed to settle in too, closing her eyes and again having this little smile of satisfaction on her face. As for me, I was just in heaven. That spincter of hers held onto my cock like a tight little mouth that was sucking on a popsicle and didn't want to let go. But the lube also made it feel smooth and silky. And I saw that I could wrap my hands around Mom's chest and hold onto her tits, getting a real good feel for how firm and heavy they were. Oh, baby, it was fabulous!
Even though I'd already come once, I wondered how long I could last. I wanted to prove to Mom that I wasn't "Quick-Draw McGraw"--you know what I mean? I managed to hold out for about ten minutes before I started sending long, thick streams of my come into her ass. As I was doing so, I saw that Mom had reached down and was fingering her own pussy, so that she also came just when I did. Man, we were writhing and shaking and moaning to bring the house down! She didn't actually scream this time, but she certainly got a lot of pleasure out of the experience.
I wanted to stay in her a little while after I finished, but she said she was feeling sore and asked me to come out. Then she ordered me to the bathroom so wash up ("with soap, you hear?"). I was a little shaky on my legs, but I managed it. When I came back to bed, Mom was still lying on her stomach, with her legs spread a little--and I could see my come trickling out of both of her holes! What was a sight that almost made me get hard again.
We cuddled a little afterward, but then Mom said we'd better get up in case Dad came home early. I felt kind of sad, because I wanted the experience to go on forever. I loved my mom so much right then, I thought my heart might burst. I think she knew what I was feeling. She stroked my cheek tenderly and said, "We'll do this again sometime."
I kissed her on the mouth and said, "That'd be great, Mom." And I left the room.Well, we did do it again--over and over again for the next several weeks. Of course, we had to be careful not to have Dad catch us; but, if I may say so, he was kind of clueless and had no idea what was going on. Look, don't get me wrong: I love my dad and think he's a great guy, but he's not the most observant person in the world. I guess it never occurred to him that his mom and his son would get it on in bed.
We tried all sorts of different positions--I think Mom was trying to educate me for when I'd get a girl of my own. She showed me there are all kinds of ways to fuse your body with a woman's. She said she liked "riding" a guy: that's when I lie flat on my back and she squats over me and stuffs my cock into herself. I loved that position because--well, because I just loved to see my naked mother bouncing up and down on my dick, her big breasts bouncing, her face glowing with excitement. And it's a good way for the female to do most of the work, since a lot of the time it's the guy who's putting in the energy to pound a girl, either in her pussy or her butt.
She also liked sixty-nine--and I thought it was great too. The first time we did it, I felt a kind of awe at getting such an up-close-and-personal look at that cleft of hers: I mean, that's where I'd crawled out of her twenty years ago! But I also learned to lick and nuzzle her so that she came twice or even three times before I finally shot my wad into her mouth. She always swallowed every drop. (She later admitted to me that she didn't actually like the taste of come, but she liked the idea of a guy's come in her mouth. It seemed deliciously naughty to her--and more so when it was her son's!)
We also did some "quickies," although I think they were more satisfying to me than to her. You know, guys, women take a lot longer to get aroused and to come than men do. But she indulged me, knowing that I was at the age when I needed to get my rocks off frequently and she didn't want me "abusing myself" (as she called it).
One time, Mom was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. I knew that Dad was outside puttering in the back garden--in fact, I could see him on his hands and knees digging away at weeds or something. Mom looked so--well, so wifely that I couldn't resist her. In some ways I felt she was my wife. So I just came up behind her, put my hands on her breasts (which I could feel pretty well even though they were covered by her bra and a thin housedress), and then slid one hand down her back and lifted up the hem of her dress.
Without stopping her washing, she said, "What do you think you're doing?"
I knew that tone of voice: she was just teasing me, and she really wanted me to go on.
"Oh," I said, "I just wanted to have some fun with you."
"Is that so? Well, I'm busy."
"Don't mind me. You just keep on doing what you're doing."
And I pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing her bare bottom.
Now don't get me wrong: I wasn't going to just plunge into her right then and there. That would be rude. As she'd told me numerous times, I had to make sure a girl is wet before I stuck my thing into her. That's just common courtesy. So I reached around to her front and put my hand on her sex. Well, she was a little wet, and I made sure she got a lot more wet!
And then I did something she may not have expected.
I reached over to the counter and squeezed out a little bit of dishwashing liquid onto my fingers. And then I coated her asshole with the stuff.
I saw her eyes get wide, as if saying, "Oh, you naughty boy!" Yeah, I guess it's pretty naughty to do anal sex on your mom while she's washing the dishes.
Remember, she was only an inch or two shorter than me. I had already learned you can't have sex standing up--especially "rear entry"--unless you're about the same height as your partner. I did have to scrunch down a bit, but only a little. Anyway, I stuffed my cock into her hole, and she gasped at the feel of it. She started washing those dishes more frantically as I thrust into her. With one hand I kept clutching her breasts while with the other I fingered her pussy. Meanwhile we could both see Dad out the window.
Well, you can guess what happened. I shot a gigantic load into her--but I kept fondling her sex, and she came only a little after me. She had to restrain herself, just letting out suppressed little cries as her climax washed over her. I knew she liked to make a lot of noise during her orgasms, and I felt bad that she had to hold it in; but I guess she felt that the sheer audacity of what we were doing was enough of a reward.
After I withdrew, I pulled her panties back up. She kind of glared at me over that, because they'd gotten all wet from the dishwashing liquid, my come, and maybe her fluids. After she finished with the dishes, she marched upstairs and changed her undies, tossing the soiled ones in the laundry hamper.
As I say, stuff like this went on for several weeks. But then, toward the end of July, when Dad was out running some errand or other, Mom sat me down in the living-room sofa and said, "Todd, we have to talk."
Oh, oh! A guy never wants to hear those words from his girl. (Okay, Mom's not really my girl, but you know what I mean.) It never bodes well.
I was actually shaking when I sat down next to her and said, "What is it, Mom?"
She heaved a big sigh, looked at me with a mixture of disapproval and regret, and said, "We need to stop this."
My heart sank. I knew exactly what she was talking about.
You gotta understand: this was the first time I'd ever had access to a woman, and I'd already gotten used to it. It's such a wonderful thing to be able to have sex whenever you want--and I thought I'd made sure to give Mom her share of pleasure too. She'd taught me a lot about what girls like, and I'd made her come dozens of times. Every time it was a thrill to watch her: it was such a heartwarming thing to see.
But now she was saying it all had to come to an end.
"Why, Mom?" I croaked with a dry mouth.
"Oh, Todd, you must know. First of all, it's not fair to your father. He's a good man, and I'd hate to have him hurt if he found out what we're doing."
"Sure, Mom, I understand that." I'd been feeling bad about my dad too.
"Second of all, you really need to find a girl of your own age."
"Oh, Mom, I really don't like any of the girls at school!"
"Have you tried to meet any?"
"Well, not a whole lot."
"I thought so. This fall, I want you to make a concerted effort to find someone. She doesn't have to be the love of your life--just someone you like and who likes you." I could practically hear her unspoken words: And someone who'll spread her legs for you.
As I was digesting all this, my heart sinking lower and lower, Mom went on. "But in the meantime, I have an idea. There's a friend of mine--her name is Julia. She's about my age--maybe a year or two older. Her husband left her a little while ago, and she's been feeling a bit down. So I was wondering"--and at this point she reached over and touched my arm tenderly--"whether you might, um, keep her company now and then."
Mom didn't have to spell it out. Oh, man, she wanted me to go over and "service" (isn't that the word?) this friend of hers!
My eyes widened as I said, "Well, yeah, sure! Is she pretty?"
The look Mom gave me was pretty severe. "Yes, she's pretty--but where do you get off judging women just by their appearance?"
"I'm not, Mom! I just thought it would be nice if she was pretty. Do you have a picture of her?"
Sighing again, she reached over to the end table, snatched her purse, took out her smartphone, and began flipping through her file of photos.
"Here's one," she said. "It's a selfie I took of us a few months ago."
She showed me the picture. It was kind of hard to tell what Julia looked like, but she had a nice face (although she wasn't really smiling--just looking blankly at the camera). I couldn't tell what the rest of her looked like, but I figured I'd take my mother's word for it that she was fairly good-looking.
"You think she'd, um, want me?" I said.
Mom smirked. "Yes, I think she'll want you. At this point I think she'd want just about any man in her--" In her bed.
"Gee, Mom, that doesn't make me feel very good."
"I didn't mean it that way. I just thought you two would have a nice time together. So, if it's okay with you, I'll talk to her about it."
I looked a little sheepishly at Mom. "Um, you're not gonna tell her about--us?"
"Are you crazy?" she said, glaring at me as if I was some kind of dope. "That's just about the last thing I'd say. I'll just tell her you're quite happy hanging out with older women."
"The only 'older woman' I've ever hung out with is you," I said with a chuckle.
"Yes, well, she doesn't need to know that."
Pretty soon Mom set up the meeting. After talking it over, the two women decided that I should head over to Julia's house for a nice romantic dinner. If I'd just gone over there to fuck her, that would make her feel like she'd hired a male prostitute or something. This way, it would seem like we were having a "date" that would end up--in the bedroom.
Even so, when I showed up at her house I could tell Julia was a bit nervous. I learned that her husband had left her more than a year ago, and that she'd not had any involvement with men in that time. My heart bled for her: already at my young age I couldn't imagine going so long without regular sex, or sex of any kind. It didn't surprise me that, when she opened the door for me, she had this look on her face that was part anger, part frustration, and part--well, alarm.
I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her and giving her a quick little kiss on the mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she blushed crimson. She looked better when she did that.
She was pretty--not as pretty as Mom, but not at all bad. She was just about Mom's height and quite slender, but I could tell that she had nice curves around the bust and bottom. She'd have been almost beautiful if she didn't frown so much.
I could smell something nice from the kitchen, and soon saw that she'd made a pot roast for me. I guess she thought I needed a lot of red meat before getting down to the main event! We didn't talk very much over dinner, although I think she was pleased at how much I ate. I didn't overdo it--you can't perform very well on a full stomach. But there was this undercurrent of tension--or maybe anticipation--because, no matter how normally we were trying to act, both of us knew we'd end up with our bodies intertwined.
She even insisted that I watch some dopey romantic comedy after dinner. It was still early, and she didn't want to go to bed at, like, 8 p.m. So we sat through the movie. The only nice things about it were some fairly nice displays of flesh on the part of the lead actress when she took her clothes off (which she did quite often). I sat on the couch with my arm around Julia, and after a long while she nestled against me, starting to feel comfortable.
But when the movie was over and I said, "Shall we go upstairs?" she got all nervous again.
Instead of blushing, she seemed to go white, staring at me as if I was a ghost. Getting up stiffly, she walked like a zombie upstairs to the second floor, where the master bedroom was. When I followed her, I saw that she was heading toward a room that had a king-size bed in it. Very nice for two people wanting to make out, but ridiculously big for one smallish woman all by herself. But I guess she couldn't bear the thought of giving up the bed where (I figured) she'd had lots of sessions with her husband over the years.
She turned her back to me while undressing--and took her time about it. She was quick enough to remove her shoes, skirt, and blouse, but when it came to reaching behind herself to take her bra off, she paused for quite a while. I was almost wondering if she wanted me to do it, but then she finally unclasped the bra and shimmied out of it. I couldn't see much of her chest, but there was definite promise there. She took even longer to peel her panties off, but at last she did it in a rush, tossing them away into a corner of the room. Then she turned around.
I of course had undressed in no time, and I was pretty hard. When she saw my thing, she let out a gasp. Either she'd forgotten what a cock looked like (not likely) or my cock was bigger than her ex-husband's. With wide eyes she walked slowly toward me and took it in her hand, tugging it this way and that for some reason. I just stood there, taking in her own nudity. She did have nice breasts, but they were pretty far apart, unlike my mom's; and she had only a modest amount of fur over her delta.
We just stood there, Julia holding onto my cock and staring at me. It was like we were frozen in time.
At last she said, "You want me to...?" I guess she was saying, "You want me to get on my knees and suck your cock?"
Mom had told me that some women find that position too submissive, even degrading. I don't know why: I'd be happy to get down on my knees and lick a girl. I kinda wished I'd done that to Mom, but I never got the chance.
"That would be nice," I said.
She made a little face, but went ahead and fell to the floor. At first she only put the first inch or so of my dick into her mouth, and somehow I got the impression she didn't like this procedure. I almost wanted to say, Lady, you'd better get with the program! Almost any man you meet will want you to give him some oral attention. But presently she got into the spirit of things, tickling my balls and especially playing with my butt while she licked me. Women really do like a good male butt, and I hope mine was nice for her.
After a few minutes she decided she'd had enough--and she actually led me over to the bed, still holding onto my cock as if it was some really short leash. It's like she didn't want to let go of it, lest it fly away, leaving her lonely and disappointed. But I wasn't going anywhere!
I decided to put her at ease in the best way I knew: I'd get her off first.
Mom had said that it's super-gentlemanly of a man to bring a woman to climax before he satisfies himself, so I figured I'd do that to her to make her feel special. As she got onto the bed and lay down on her back, spreading her legs, I jumped on and plunged my face into her sex. She was surprised at that, letting out a little "Oh!" I got right down to business, licking and nuzzling the whole area (which got wet incredibly fast) and taking her butt in my hands. Sometimes I reached up to grab her breasts. Once I looked up at her and saw that she was staring at me as if she couldn't believe what was happening. After more than a year, a man was actually servicing her!
Well, I got her to come pretty fast. Her face got all scrunched up, almost as if she was in pain, and then she made weird little choking cries from deep in her throat. She'd draped her legs on my back, and now she started kicking me uncontrollably while she kept repeating over and over again, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" But it was all kind of restrained. I think she was one of these women who feel embarrassed to have an orgasm in a man's presence--or maybe she still couldn't get over the fact that a guy she'd only met a few hours ago (and who, being the son of one of her close friends, could have been her own son) was pleasuring her.
Anyway, she enjoyed the experience pretty well. From my time with Mom I'd learned how to extend a woman's climax for quite a while, and I put that knowledge to use. After five or ten minutes, I could see that Julia was almost crying with ecstasy--maybe a few tears actually leaked out of her eyes. Finally she sort of collapsed and pushed my head away from her pussy, curling up into a ball and breathing hard as if she'd run a marathon.
I waited for her to recover. Women don't like a man to plunge right into them after they've come--you have to give them a little time. After a while Julia did uncurl herself and lie flat on her back with her legs open, basically saying, You can go into me now.
And I did. Somehow the feeling wasn't quite as fabulous as it was when I went into Mom (certainly not that first time)--but it was pretty good! I didn't want to pound her as if she was a piece of meat: that would be rude and disrespectful. In fact, I tried to "make love" to her, pretending that she was my longtime girlfriend or wife or something like that. I kissed her tenderly on her mouth, cheeks, neck, and even her eyes--and she got really turned on when I stuck my warm, thick tongue into her ear. I stroked her body all over too, but gently and lovingly. It was a fine session, and I showed my appreciation for her beauty and appeal by sending a big wad of come into her.
When I pulled out, I rolled over and landed on my back. But I wanted to convey to her that we weren't yet done, so almost immediately I took hold of her and placed her on top of me. She seemed to like that. (Much later she told me she'd gotten really annoyed with her husband for the number of times he'd fuck her and then just go right to sleep.) So we cuddled a bit, and I kneaded her back and bottom while she rested her head in the crook of my neck.
That firm, round bottom gave me some ideas--well, one in particular. I'd gotten hard again, and Julia had noticed it. I think she was getting ready to roll over onto her back again, but I whispered in her ear: "Could I go into your butt?"
She froze in place, then gave me this venomous look. "You want to do what?" she said, as if I'd suggested tattooing my name onto her pussy.
I got flustered. "I--I just thought you might like to--"
"What could possibly give you that idea?"
Man, she was angry! Like a dope I said, "I guess you haven't done it before?"
"No. Have you?"
"Um, well, yes. With one--girl." What could I say? There was no way I could tell her, Yeah, I've stuck my dick up my mom's derrière.
"And she liked it?" she said incredulously.
"She'd done it before."
That somehow made her even more angry, as she must have thought of some dissipated young coed who'd let me and maybe lots of other men do this unspeakable deed.
"It's really not so bad," I pleaded.
"For whom, may I ask?"
"Well, okay, it might hurt at first, but you'll get used to it."
"Oh, will I?"
"Yeah. You sure you don't want to try?"
She continued to glare at me. I could almost see steam coming out of her ears. But then, with a kind of weary defeat, she said, "All right."
I couldn't believe my ears. "You mean it?"
"Why not? Go ahead."
I got the sinking feeling that she was only agreeing because she was afraid I wouldn't keep on coming back into her bed if she didn't. It's like she was thinking: Jesus Christ, look at the disgusting things I need to do to keep a man's cock happy.
Well, whatever it was, I jumped at the chance. Muttering "Gotta get some lube," I pushed her off of me, toddled over to the bathroom, fetched some cold cream, and came back to the bedroom. She was lying on her stomach--and when she saw the cold cream she raised one eyebrow skeptically.
"That's what you're going to use for lube?"
"Yeah, it works pretty well."
With a sigh she buried her face in the pillow, so she wouldn't have to look at what I was doing. When I applied the stuff, she actually giggled like a girl and wiggled her butt a little. I did the job thoroughly, then got into position.
I draped myself over her backside, then directed my cock into the spot. When I got no more than an inch of it in, she let out a huge gasp and said, "Ow-ow-ow!"
"Hey, hey, Julia, you gotta relax," I urged.She was really tight! But that's mostly because she was instinctively clenching her sphincter, which made it next to impossible for me to go in any farther. I had to do a lot of massaging of her butt before she finally loosened up--and then I slid in almost all the way, making her gasp again. I did feel kind of sorry for her, but she really wasn't helping her own cause. Finally I got into a good sort of rhythm--and, as I did with Mom, I wrapped my hands around her chest and grabbed her breasts. She seemed to like that, and the harsh frown that had covered her face went away, and she was more comfortable. Even so, I got the impression she was just tolerating the whole thing because she felt she had to.
Well, I hoped to make her a little happier than that. I slid one hand down her front and fastened into her sex. That made her eyes pop open, and pretty soon she was coming out with these little grunts and moans just as I was getting ready to explode in her. And I did! Man, it's really something to come in the virgin ass of a forty-five-year-old lady! I could tell she was coming too, because of the strangled choking sounds she was making, not to mention the tremors that were shaking her whole body.
I kind of like staying in a girl when I'm finished, but Julia had clearly had enough. When her own climax had dissipated, she gave me an irritated look and said, "Will you come out of me now?"
I reluctantly withdrew--and I'm sorry to say I hurt her a little when doing that, because she came out with one more "Ow!" just as I pulled the tip out. I quickly went over to wash up, then came back, scooping her up and placing her on top of me again.
"How was that?" I said.
She was glaring at me and didn't say anything.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes," she spat.
"But... didn't you come?"
That didn't help. "Yes, I came. But it still hurt."
"I'm sorry," I said, massaging her butt in the hope that that would make a difference. I'm not sure it did.
I managed to persuade her to do sixty-nine--although I think she was not really keen on that, knowing where my cock had been. But she was a good sport about it, and even swallowed my discharge when I came a third time. She may have been more inclined to do that because she'd had a long-drawn-out orgasm of her own thanks to my lips and tongue. I'd gotten pretty good at it, thanks to Mom!
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