I cursed a little too loudly as I died yet again to my best friend in Tekken.
“Watch the language in there, Logan!” His mom yelled from the kitchen, only somewhat irritated.
“Sorry!” I yelled back, giving my friend, Brandon Black, a look that said “oops.” He shrugged at me, and turned his attention back to Tekken, which he was currently kicking my ass at. Brandon was 18, like me, but a kind of short ginger, like his father, complete with blue eyes, pale skin, red hair, and freckles. He was decently muscled, and moderately handsome. He was also quite good at fighting games.
I, on the other hand, was average. I had average looks, brown hair, brown eyes, and a slightly skinny build. I was pretty good at most video games, and not very athletic. The only two parts of me that weren’t average were my height (6’5″), and my dick, which was 4″ flaccid and 9″ hard. It was as big around as a German bratwurst, almost 3″ wide. Now, this might sound impressive to you, but I had always considered it a liability, because my boners were absurdly obvious. I had to fake sick several time in high school to avoid embarrassing myself in a class presentation that was inconveniently preceded by a random erection. So, I was always somewhat resentful of the size of my penis. Until today.
So, Brandon and I were playing video games in the living room when his mother, Andrea, walked in. She was lightly tanned (it was the middle of summer), of average height (probably around 5’6″), somewhere in her late thirties or early forties, and insanely hot. She had long, flowing black hair, blue eyes like her son and husband’s, a cute, kindly face, huge D-sized breasts, a curvy figure, and wide, shapely hips. Her rear was perfect, not too big or small, and her legs were long, smooth, and toned. She was supermodel material. It was obvious she put a lot of effort into her appearance; she went to the gym three times a week and did yoga.
She was just about every adolescent’s fantasy come true, but she was still my best friend’s mother. He seemed completely unaware of her attractiveness, as she was as much a sexual object in his eyes as a shoe. Unfortunately, my huge cock and I had no such blind side. Therefore, when she walked in on our video game fiesta wearing a midriff-revealing tank top, obviously without a bra on, and skinny jeans, I had to struggle to focus on the game and not her. She walked in front of the TV and bent over, placing some chips and salsa on the coffee table.
“Snacks!” She proclaimed brightly, apparently unaware of the fantastic view down her shirt she had just given me. Her nipples poked at the fabric of her top, creating two pointy little bulges at the tips of her huge, perky boobs.
“Mom, we can’t see the TV!” protested Brandon.
“Oh, sorry!” Mrs. Black apologized, and left the room, her beautiful ass jiggling slightly as she walked. Dammit. Now I was getting hard, and once I started thinking about Mrs. Black, I couldn’t stop.
“Hey, you play the single player for a bit, I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” I said to Brandon, and got up.
“Uh-huh.” He said distractedly as he pummeled my motionless character for no apparent reason.
I left before my boner became too large to hide, as dirty thoughts about Brandon’s mom circled in my brain. I had to pass through the kitchen to get to the bathroom, and inside was Mrs. Black doing the dishes. She was facing the sink with her back to me, and didn’t seem to know I was there. I enjoyed staring at her curvaceous figure and amazing butt for a short while, then hurriedly left before she noticed me. I went into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. I sat on the toilet and tried to purge the image of Andrea Black from my brain so I could rejoin society. I looked down, saw the notable bulge in my shorts, and sighed. It wasn’t going to be that easy.
I decided to get it over with before anyone wondered why I was gone for so long. I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out, and began stroking it until was as rock hard as it was going to get. I looked around at the counter, and spotted some vanilla scented lotion. I squirted a bit into my hand, and smeared it on my now throbbing cock.
I stroked up and down the shaft, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body, the lotion making a slippery, wet noise as I massaged it into my penis. I groaned softly, feeling the warm, sexual sensation flood into me. I fingered the tip of my cock, mixing my precum with the lotion and smearing it all around my head, giving special attention to the most sensitive skin under the tip.
I groaned again, closed my eyes, and imagined that Mrs. Black was the one doing this to me. I pictured her soft, delicate hands sliding up and down my dick as I felt an orgasm build inside of me. I stroked harder and imagined her smiling face looking up at me, her huge boobs jiggling as I looked down at them, and her long, toned legs spread as she knelt on the floor, jerking me off. The fantasy was too much for me to take.
I came with a loud, unintentional moan, stroking as fast as I could as I sprayed sperm everywhere. It felt like a wave of fire spread outward from my dick into my body as I shot thick, sticky rivers of white cum all over my pants and the walls, some even dripping down my shaft and into my underwear.
At that very moment, there came a knock at the door. “Logan, you okay in there, honey?” asked Mrs. Black.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” I responded, looking around at the mess I’d made. “Just, uh, finishing up.”
“Okay, just making sure.” she said, and left. I grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning up as best I could, my pulse racing.
I rejoined Brandon feeling half ashamed and half excited. I had never done anything as daring as that before, and it was one of the best masturbation sessions I’d ever had.
“Dude, what happened? You fall in or something?” Brandon asked as I sat down.
“I had Taco Bell for lunch.” I replied.
“Say no more.”
We played more video games until it got dark out, at which point Brandon’s mom entered the living room and proclaimed “Dinner’s ready!” We all entered the kitchen and sat around the four-seater table, with Brandon to my left and Mrs. Black across from me. A big pan of lasagna was set in the middle of the table, and we all served ourselves generously, as Mrs. Black’s cooking was legendary.
“Where’s Mr. Black, again?” I asked, motioning towards the empty chair on my right.
“Oh, he’s off on a business trip.” Replied Mrs. Black lightheartedly. “Ever since he got that promotion, he’s been dashing off to China, Germany, and all sorts of exciting places. I’d love to go, but the company will only pay for employees, and someone has to make sure Brandon here doesn’t starve!” She said, playfully reaching over and pinching his cheek.
“Ouch. mom, cut it out!” He complained playfully. She giggled, and grabbed another forkful of lasagna. For a mom she sure acted a lot like a schoolgirl, I thought. Just as youthful and beautiful, too. I stopped eating for a minute and just watched her. She scooped up pasta with her fork, stabbing a noodle to keep the food from sliding off the end, and opened her mouth wide, her full, red lips closing around the bite and sliding down the fork, cleaning it as she pulled it slowly out of her mouth.
“Mmmmm…” She hummed, closing her eyes as she chewed, then swallowed her delicious lasagna. She opened her eyes suddenly, and caught me staring at her. I started, and immediately looked down, blushing, and stabbed some pasta with my fork to avoid eye contact.
“Mom, don’t you think it’s a little egotistical to enjoy your own food so much?” Asked Brandon, lifting an eyebrow.
“I think not, considering I do make very good food.”
“Yeah, okay, but it does seem a little narcissistic.”
“Oh, come on. Do I really come across as a narcissist?” She asked, turning to me, and as she did so, she swung her feet up into my lap under the tablecloth!
“Ah! Oh, um, no, not really…” I stammered, surprised by the sudden feeling of her bare feet on my crotch, her toned calves resting on my thighs.
“See, Logan doesn’t think so!” She said playfully, rubbing her feet almost imperceptibly on my rapidly swelling member.
“Yeah, well, he would take your side, you give him free food.” Replied Brandon in mock-defeat.
I was trying really hard not to get a boner as Mrs. Black softly traced the outline of my semi-hard cock with her toes as she scooped up another forkful of lasagna. She brought it to her lips, smiled at me, and dropped it into her cleavage.
“Oops!” She exclaimed, and giggled.
“Jeez, mom, you’re so clumsy!” Admonished Brandon.
“Awww, what a mess!” She said in almost convincing disappointment as she swiped up some of the tomato sauce dripping between her breasts and licked it off her finger, lightly caressing my penis with her feet as she did so. I was trying so hard not pop a full-on, 9 inch boner under the influence of my friend’s mom’s feet.
All of a sudden, she withdrew and stood up. “Well, looks like everyone’s finished, but it looks a little dark to be sending you home, Logan, so what should we do with you?”
At that point, we decided that I should probably just sleep over considering how late it was. I didn’t mind sleeping in my clothes, I could usually sleep in just about anything, although I wasn’t sure how I’d ever sleep after the events at dinner. Mrs. Black offered to set up the couch so I could spend the night on it, and I agreed.
Brandon went into the bathroom to shower, and I stood awkwardly in the living room, covering my half hard cock with a pillow as his mom swished around the room, gathering blankets and pillows. She bent over the couch, tucking the covers into the cushions and laying down some pillows. As she did, her tight jeans slipped a little, allowing me an amazing view of the very top of her beautiful ass. I felt a stirring in my pants again, and tried to (unsuccessfully) direct my thoughts elsewhere.
She moved to the other side of the couch and repeated the process, her tank top hanging open to reveal the ample expanse of her cleavage, sauce smear and all. I stared a little too openly, and she suddenly looked up at me. I glanced away, hoping she hadn’t noticed my gawking, but I saw her grinning out of the corner of my eye. I blushed, mumbled something about brushing my teeth, and left for the bathroom.
I couldn’t stop thinking about dinner. Was it a deliberate tease, or did Mrs. Black just want a footrest? Maybe she had restless leg syndrome or something? But what if it was an invitation? I shook my head. No way my friend’s mom would ever look at me like that. She was married, for God’s sake! It was probably just my hormones talking.
I got ready for bed, said good night to Brandon, and settled down on the couch, the covers arranged perfectly as only a mom could. It was like a cozy little cocoon of blankets, but I couldn’t get comfortable. My cock was still semi-hard after the dinnertime teasing and the little display Andrea Black had just provided for me, and lustful thoughts about her wouldn’t stop invading my mind. My earlier release seemed to have worn off, and as I lay there, trying not to think of her, I accidentally thought of her more, and my body responded accordingly.
I looked down at the bulge in the covers where my crotch was, and sighed. I listened carefully, but couldn’t hear anything. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. Almost without thinking, I slid my hand down my pants and began gently touching my cock. Goosebumps erupted over my arms, legs, and shaft as I gently stroked the trunk with the tip of my index finger. I closed my eyes and let out a little grunt of satisfaction as I tickled my penis ever so lightly, teasing it, taking my time.
I felt precum begin to soak my underwear where the tip of my dick tented it straight up. I caressed the ridge under the head, then touched the hole lightly, getting fluid on my finger. I tenderly swiped my finger around my head, smearing the precum onto my throbbing member. I groaned quietly, swirling the warm, sticky liquid around my penis, slathering it all around the head. I coated my prick with a thick, viscous layer of the stuff, making it slippery to the touch.
I pictured Mrs. Black again, her soft, warm hands caressing my cock, her spit dripping from her open mouth as she lubricated her hands, and applied to them to my thick, leaking dick. I imagined my hands were hers, teasing me, now stroking me, rubbing me as she drooled onto my prick! I groaned again, louder this time, and began pumping furiously under the covers as hot pleasure flowed through me with every stroke! I felt both ashamed and unbelievably turned on as I masturbated at my friend’s house while thinking about his own mom!
I could feel it coming, and moaned for a third time, louder than ever! I just felt myself pass the point of no return when I heard a slight gasp. I opened my eyes, and saw Mrs. Black standing in the doorway, hands covering her mouth, watching me jerk off under the covers! I tried to stop, but it was too late.
I lay there helplessly as my cock shot load after load of cum into my underwear. I just sat and stared at my best friend’s beautiful mom as a wet stain spread into the covers around my pulsating dick. I groaned again involuntarily as my orgasm crashed through me, white semen filtering through the now saturated blanket like a low-level volcanic eruption. As I finished, I gasped and grunted, and Mrs. Black and I stared at each other, neither of us saying a word.
“Well, then,” she finally said, as rivulets of sperm slid down the blankets like mountain streams. She uncovered her mouth and I saw that she was grinning like a hyena. “I heard groaning, and thought you might be sick, but this? This is too good.”
“Um, s-sorry…” I stammered, desperately trying to come with an excuse, an alibi, something to make this less awkward.
“No, no, no, don’t be!” She replied, as casually as could be. “Boys will be boys, I know how you all have your urges…” She trailed off, staring at the sperm-covered lump in the covers. She walked over, and before I could protest, yanked the covers off me!
“Hey!” I hissed, remembering that Brandon was still sleeping.
“Oh, my!” She whispered excitedly, staring at my crotch. My shirt had gotten pulled up, and cum absolutely covered the front of my pants and stomach. My cock had fallen once again into a semi-hard state, and the tip barely poked out above the waistband of my jeans. I just lay there in a confused silence. Was I in trouble, or…?
I gasped as Andrea Black gently touched my stomach just below the ribcage with the tip of her index finger, and dragged it down along my belly, accumulating semen on her fingertip. She continued the motion all the way to the head of my penis, still poking out like a groundhog, and softly slid her digit up to my dick hole, and gathered the last remaining drop of cum off of it, and put her finger in her mouth. “Um, M-Mrs. Black?” I stammered.
“Mmmmm…” She moaned sensually, sucking on the tip of her finger like a lollipop. “It has been sooo long since I’ve tasted such young, virile sperm.” She whispered, leaning over me, placing her hands on either side of my chest. Her breasts dangled in front of me, her loose tank top hanging open to reveal almost all of her voluptuous boobs. “After all, with my husband gone all the time, who’s left at the house to take care of poor little me?” She said poutingly, then grinned and yanked my shirt off.
I could barely believe what was happening. My best friend’s mom, whom I’d always fantasized about, was coming onto me! I leaned my head back and groaned as she sat down on my cock, straddling me, with my penis squeezed firmly between her thighs, my stomach, and the crotch of her jeans. I reached up with my arms to touch her instinctively, and she grabbed my wrists and pinned them into the couch.
“Ah, ah ah! No moving!” She said playfully, and began slowly grinding back and forth on the bulge in my pants, the head protruding from my waistband leaking precum onto my stomach with every movement. “Ahhhhh…” She sighed happily, eyes closed, hips grinding against mine. I was in heaven. I got a good look down her shirt, and could feel her crotch rubbing against mine, getting her jeans sticky with my cum.
All of a sudden, she lunged forward and clamped her mouth around mine! My eyes widened in surprise, but then I closed them and returned the kiss. She began humping faster as her tongue and mine encircled each other, exchanging saliva, each exploring the other’s mouth. Her boobs pressed against my chest, getting semen all over her tank top.
She broke the kiss and leaned back, a ribbon of spit connecting our lips for a moment before breaking. She released my wrists and grinned down at me. I just lay there, unwilling to move.
“Am I your first?” She asked in a whisper.
“Yes.” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. She giggled.
“Well then, I’ll be sure to make it extra special.” She reached beneath one of the cushions, and before I knew what was happening, she grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them together above my head, with the chain looped around the leg of the coffee table! I couldn’t break free, and my helpless position only aroused me more. “Oh, it seems you like this, don’t you?” Mrs. Black said sensually, as my cock twitched and throbbed under her crotch.
She leaned back, grabbed the sides of her top, and stripped it off, her glorious breasts finally swinging free in their full, naked glory. They looked even bigger once out from under the shirt, and had perfectly centered round nipples, hard as rocks. I groaned as my cock made a valiant effort to stand straight up, but its progress was impeded by the denim-clad pussy of my tormentor.
“Ooh, do you like this old lady’s tits that much?” She cooed, dry humping my cock some more as her boobs bounced and jiggled gratuitously.
“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen!” I croaked, unable to tear my gaze away.
She stopped grinding me suddenly. “But I thought I was your first?” She asked poutingly.
“Yeah, you are, but I meant in porn and stuff-”
“Oh, you watch porn? You naughty boy!” She said devilishly. “On top of that, you masturbated in my house, on my couch, while thinking about me, right?”
“I-I did! AH!” I gasped as she started humping again, faster than ever. “I imagined you naked, sucking my cock as I jerked off!” I confessed, and as I admitted to my shameful actions, she humped faster and harder, moaning and panting. I groaned as jolts of electric pleasure surged through my dick and up my spine with her every move. “I even masturbated once before that in your bathroom, all while thinking about you!”
“So that’s what that was!” She exclaimed gleefully as she vigorously thrust her hips back and forth, grinding against my cock as fast and hard as she could, her breasts bouncing and shaking as she rode me like a horse! I growled in an effort not to shout as I came, my orgasm howling through me like a hurricane as I spurted gob after gob of semen onto my stomach, where it pooled with the sperm from earlier to positively cover my torso in hot, white, sticky cum.
“Mmmmm…” Moaned Mrs. Black, lightly touching my heaving chest. “It’d be a shame to waste all that perfectly good, delicious sperm.” With that, she bent over and began lapping the semen off my chest like a dog, still softly humping my half-erect cock. She made little “Mmm” noises as she licked, as she had earlier when she was eating the lasagna.
I just lay there, unable and unwilling to move, as she slid her tongue over every inch of my torso, sucking my nipples, tracing the valleys of my chest with the tip of her tongue, gathering all of my cum in her mouth. Once she was finished, not a single drop remained on my upper body. She sat up and opened her mouth to show me the two loads’ worth inside, sticky ribbons connecting her tongue to the roof of her mouth.
She winked at me, and opened her mouth further, allowing a little of the cum and saliva mixture to leak from her lower lip and run down her chin, dripping into her cleavage. She opened wider, and as it came pouring out, she thrust out her chest, wiggling her breasts slightly so that it dripped all over each one, rivulets of the solution running down her glorious mounds, dripping into her lap. Some flowed down her belly, coating her stomach with the viscous substance as it flowed down, past the waistband of her jeans and into her pants.
She groaned and got up off my cock, which was already almost completely hard again from the amazing display she had just provided for me. She stood at the foot of the couch, and began to slowly take off her jeans. I watched, transfixed, as she unbuttoned them, slowly, teasingly unzipping the crotch to reveal pink panties, damp with her own wetness and the cum and spit that had dripped into her pants. She gripped the waist of her jeans and pulled them down agonizingly slowly, revealing first her beautiful, shapely hips, then her toned, lightly tanned legs, until she had pulled them off completely.
She tossed them aside, hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, and began to peel those off as well, revealing her fantastic hip bones, then her perfectly shaven pussy, the lips clasped tight, the clit sticking out like her nipples, fluid running down its length and onto the insides of her thighs. She tossed the panties aside as well, and the semen on her belly, now unimpeded by fabric, dripped down to her cunt, mixing with her own juices and flowing still further down her legs.
She smiled at me, and knelt on the end of the couch. She gripped the waist of my jeans, and pulled them and my underwear off of me with one swift motion, allowing my now fully erect cock to spring straight up, revealing its full length and girth for the first time.
“Oh my god!” Mrs. Black gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “It’s even bigger than my husband’s! And thicker, too!” She lowered her hands and grinned mischievously. “It must be difficult hiding the boners from that monster. I’m going to have lots of fun with it!”
“Feel free.” I replied compliantly. “After all, you do have me tied up.”
“True.” She giggled, and clambered on top of me once more. She lay belly down on top of me with her massive breasts smushed against my chest, and my dick sticking straight up between her thighs, her pussy settled neatly on top of the shaft. Gently, she began to move, sliding up and down, lubricating the both of us with the cum and saliva that still covered her. She slid down so that my cock dragged along her pussy, stomach, ribcage, and eventually nestled in between her breasts, her butt sticking up in the air.
In this position, she began to massage her boobs, pressing them together and sliding them up and down on my penis, the fluids we had mixed coating every rock—hard, throbbing inch. I strained against the handcuffs and moaned uncontrollably, arching my back to thrust my cock further into her cleavage. It emerged from the top of her soft, smooth mounds, and she took the tip in her mouth, sucking it, licking the head, salivating all over it so that it dripped down the shaft and into the crevice of her bust.
Electricity shot up my spine as wet, warm flesh slid up and down my cock, milking it as precum flowed freely from the tip and into Mrs. Black’s mouth. Her red, full lips looked adorable, pursed tightly around the head of my dick. I felt every stroke of her tongue as it swiped and swirled around me. My groans grew in volume, and I could feel myself being pulled closer to the edge.
“Ah, Mrs. Black, I’m going to cum…I can’t take it anymore!” I gasped as she expertly wrapped her tongue around my prick. As I felt the finale arriving, my cock spasmed and my balls tightened! Any second now, I was going to explode!
Suddenly, Mrs. Black pulled back and stood up on the couch. “Now, now, we can’t have you cumming just yet! I’m not quite finished with you!” She said with an almost evil grin made even more sexy by the precum smeared around her mouth and dripping down her chin.
“No, please, don’t stop, I need-ah!” My pleading was interrupted as she stepped on my dick, pressing it into my semen-covered stomach with her right foot! She began to slowly massage it with the ball of her foot, her heel digging into the base of my penis. “Ooh, ah! Yes, please, more!” I begged, desperately needing release. I felt myself growing close again, as pleasure coursed through me from the constant stimulation! “I’m almost- aah! No, please?!” I cried in despair as she withdrew her foot at the last second, ribbons of sperm connecting her foot to my throbbing, pulsating cock.
“Nope, still not ready!” Mrs. Black giggled, and walked into the kitchen, her beautiful ass flexing and jiggling as she walked. I moaned in vexation and arousal as I yanked on my handcuffs, but they wouldn’t budge. I could do nothing until Mrs. Black was done with me. I never had any idea she could be such a tease!
She returned in short order, holding something behind her back. “W-what’s that?” I asked nervously yet excitedly, staring at her amazing body as she leaned in the doorframe.
“Da-da-da-daaaa!” She sang, pulling it out from behind her. It was one of those egg-shaped, remote controlled vibrators! “We’re gonna have some fun with this!” Mrs. Black said, rolling it between her fingers. She produced a remote with a dial on it and walked over, kneeling by the couch. She turned the dial, and the egg started buzzing lightly. Mrs. Black then put it in her mouth, sucking on it, coating it with her saliva. She removed it after a brief yet vigorous tonguing and pressed it against the base of my cock.
I groaned as the light vibrations traveled through my shaft, sending jolts of electricity through my body. She slowly dragged it up the underside of my dick, making slight circular motions as she did so. I gasped and thrashed, trying to somehow press my penis into the egg harder to finally cum. “Oh, you want more?” Asked Mrs. Black teasingly.
“Yes, please! Please!” I moaned pleadingly.
“Okay, we’ll see what we can do.” I went rigid as she turned the knob, causing the egg to buzz louder and vibrate harder. She slowly rolled it around the ridge under my head, stroked up and down my trunk, and lightly touched my dick hole with it. I shuddered and panted, feeling like I could explode at any moment!
“Hmmm, I think it has an even higher setting!” Mrs. Black remarked, and turned the knob once more.
“Ah! Aaaah! Please, just do it, let me cum!” I begged as the egg shook and spasmed, knocking against my cock and sending violently strong vibrations through it! She ignored me, and pressed the toy against the sensitive spot on the underside of my head! I heaved and thrashed like a fish out of water, but the stimulation was just barely light enough to drive me crazy, but keep me from orgasm.
“Wow, does it really feel that good?” Asked Mrs. Black, pulling away and carefully inspecting the precum-soaked egg.
“Please, put it back, I need more!” I pleaded.
“No, I think it’s my turn now!” She replied devilishly, as she stood up and inserted it into her dripping pussy. “Ooh, yeah, that feels really nice!” She looked down at me, then looked at my swollen, twitching, almost purple cock, and giggled. “I think it’s about time we finished you off, don’t you?”
“Yes, please, Mrs. Black, I’ll do anything, just let me cum!” I begged helplessly, almost delirious with desire.
“Alrighty then!” She said casually, as if she hadn’t spent the last hour ruthlessly denying me an orgasm. She knelt on the couch between my legs, lowered her head, her onyx hair cascading around her neck and shoulders, and wrapped her lips around my dick.
“Ooooooh!” I whimpered as she bobbed up and down, her tongue enfolding my penis as her full, pouty red lips slid along the shaft. Wave after wave of hot pleasure flowed from my shivering cock and up my spine as I felt the warm, wet, fleshy walls of her mouth envelop my twitching cock. She went down as deep as she could, her mouth about two inches from the base when I felt the tip hit the back of her throat.
She pulled back, leaving just the head in her mouth, and then dove back down, swallowing as much as possible without choking! I felt myself growing close yet again, as the sheer elation rendered me incoherent! Mrs. Black pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and began rubbing her clit with it as she sucked, as if she were trying to milk every drop out of my dick!
Precum flowed from me as freely as water, and she used it to further lubricate my cock and her lips. I croaked “I’m cumming!” just as I felt myself go over the edge. This time, she didn’t pull back. My eyes widened in shock and ecstasy as she stuck two fingers up my asshole, rubbed the base of my cock with her sticky vibrator, and began sucking for all she was worth!
My mind blanked as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life! I bucked my hips as a tsunami of hot, electrifying pleasure tore through my body, making me shudder and moan like a galleon in a hurricane! Her fingers penetrated my ass, rubbing the inside, the vibrator sent tremors up my shaft, and her glorious mouth enveloped 7″ of my raging dick, her tongue wrapping around it like a boa constrictor! I came, spurting torrent after torrent of semen into her waiting mouth! She held it all, and swished it around in her mouth along with my cock, causing me to ejaculate even more! I must have came seven or eight times as all the pent-up frustration and arousal was released straight into Mrs. Black’s warm, welcoming throat!
She pulled away, my spent cock popping from her mouth and falling against my stomach. She sat up and looked down at me with her beautiful blue eyes, cum smeared around her lips and dripping down her chin. She smiled at me and opened her mouth, showing me the white, sticky pile of semen within.
Mrs. Black scooted forward until she was sitting on my penis, pinning it flat against my abdomen with her soft outer lips wrapped around the shaft, and her clit rubbing against the underside of my head. I could feel her pussy absolutely gushing onto my cock, betraying her own arousal. From this position, she leaned back slightly, opened her mouth fully, and let my sperm flow freely from her lips. It poured out of her like a beautiful white fountain, cascading down her chin, joining the mixture from earlier as it dripped along her slender neck, thickly running over her enormous breasts, droplets sliding down her perfectly flat stomach and finally convening at her crotch, pouring over her clit and my cock.
She groaned and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body into me, sliding up and down and lubricating the both of us with my hot, sticky semen. She rubbed my sperm-covered penis with her soaking cunt as she massaged my fluids into both of us using her body. I could feel her rock hard nipples rubbing my chest when she moved, and I could feel her throbbing clit sliding up and down my shaft, making her shiver with joy.
She paused her full body massage to look up at me, her chin resting on my chest, and affectionately brushed a strand of hair out of my face. Mrs. Black then slid up and once again wrapped her lips around mine, and I returned the kiss eagerly. Our tongues encircled each other, and we lay like that for at least a minute, just embracing and making out, on the couch in her living room. She finally pulled away, and whispered in my ear “now it’s time for you to make me feel good!”
Mrs. Black produced the vibrator she’d used earlier, and, all while staring straight at me, slowly slid it up into her asshole. “Ooh, that feels amazing!” She groaned as it shivered and quaked inside her. She sat and enjoyed it for a moment, then asked, “Ready?”
I gulped and nodded, and with that one word, my cock stood straight up again. She situated herself above me, and slowly lowered herself until her pussy was lightly brushing the tip. She took a deep breath, and descended further, my head parting her smooth outer lips and lightly touching her clit. She continued sinking, and my dick penetrated her inner lips, sliding easily into her sopping pussy. She gasped, but kept going as she swallowed one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and finally all nine inches of my throbbing cock.
“Aaahhh!” We moaned in unison as I buried myself to the hilt in her cunt! She bit her lower lip, leaned back, placed her hands on my legs, and sat there for a moment, eyes closed. I was in pure ecstasy, staring at her beautiful, perfect body, back arched, breasts thrust forward, skin still damp with cum, pussy lips wrapped around the base of my trunk! It was the moment I had longed for ever since I hit puberty, and it had finally arrived!
I groaned, feeling the soft, wet flesh of her pussy tighten and spasm around my dick as she got used to its size. She opened her eyes, looked into mine, and started to move, gyrating her hips slowly in a circular motion. I shuddered in elation as her cunt slid around me, sending pulses of pleasure down my shaft and up my spine!
She lifted her perfect ass off of my hips, sliding her pussy up the length of my erection until only the tip remained inside. I could see my rod coated in her fluids and my cum that had dripped onto it earlier. Then she descended again, devouring me until she had consumed the whole length once more! She sighed in satisfaction, and began moving faster!
I panted and tried not to cry out as Mrs. Black started fucking me in earnest, riding me like a rodeo bull! She began making cute little “Ah! Ah! Ah!” sounds every time her ass slammed down into my lap, and I was grunting and groaning, trying to be quiet but failing miserably! My mind was fuzzy and clouded, and all I could feel was the all-consuming pleasure of my friend’s mom wrapped around my huge cock! She began hoarsely screaming, her full, shapely hips slamming down on my shaft, her huge, firm breasts bouncing up and down as she thrashed!
“Oh, yes! Fuck me! More, fuck me harder!” She begged as brain-numbing waves of euphoria swept over me! I complied, and started to move my hips as well, first just slightly, then more and more violently, bringing them up to slam against hers in midair! “Oooooh, YES!” Mrs. Black almost screamed, her voice rising an octave in her fervor! “Oh, Logan, you’re so much better than my husband, I wish-Ah! Aaah!” She descended into incoherent moans as I pumped harder, ramming my dick all the way up her cunt, feeling the tip penetrate what must have been her cervix! She leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, her hair hanging beautifully around her face!
“Yes, Mrs. Black, this is the best! I want to do you-AH! Every day-AAAH!” I panted deliriously as my swollen dick began to feel red hot! “Ah! Mrs. Black, I think I’m-AH! Cumming!”
“Yes, Logan, harder! Aaah! Fuck me! Fill my-AH! Fill my pussy with your-AH! Cum! Cum in me!” She screamed, barely able to speak, rendered almost hysterical with pleasure!
“I’m cumming! I’m gonna-AH! Shoot it all-AH! Straight into you! AAAAHHHHH!” I yelled as the most intense feeling I had ever experienced swept me away! I closed my eyes and erupted like a volcano, a veritable hurricane of pleasure tearing through my bones! My senses sharpened, and I felt more alive than I ever have!
I opened my eyes and saw Mrs. Black, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, shuddering from euphoria, every tiny hair on her skin standing straight up, goosebumps appearing on her tanned skin! I smelled the sweet aroma of her arousal and heard our gasping and panting and moaning, the blood rushing in my ears, and my heart beating a million times a minute! I felt her hands on my chest and her hips resting against mine, but most of all, I felt myself inside of her! I felt every inch of my twitching dick being compressed and milked my the warm, wet inside of her cunt as I spasmed and convulsed, pouring every drop I had into her waiting womb! I felt semen erupt from my prick, shooting into her, filling her up! I felt her still sliding up and down slightly, milking every drop from me, greedily absorbing all the cum she could! I spurted rivers of sperm into her uterus, filling it up with my seed! I must have came ten or twelve times, unloading it all straight into her womb!
She moaned hoarsely and leaned forward, with my cock still inside her, and kissed me for a third time. I gently returned it, touching her tongue with mine. Just as she withdrew, I spotted Brandon’s silhouette standing in the doorway, watching us! “Oh, shit!” I thought. “I guess it was too much to hope he hadn’t heard us, but how the hell am I going to explain this?!” But to my surprise, he simply turned and went back into his room, never uttering a sound.
Mrs. Black didn’t seem to have noticed her son, and she smiled down at me from atop my now exhausted penis. She lifted herself off of my cock, and sat on my lap, legs spread. “Well, young man, that was the best sex I’ve had in years!” She remarked as casually as if she had just sampled some particularly delicious crab legs.
“It was the best of my life!” I croaked.
“Funny.” She grinned, and then asked, “Was I really your first?”
“Yeah, why would I lie?”
“No reason. Oh, look!” She looked down, and I followed her gaze. Thick, white cum had begun to slowly leak out of her still twitching pussy, globs seeping out onto my legs. “Hmm, I have to admit, I am a fan of messy sex, but it does leave everyone involved, well, messy. Let’s get you untied and then we can take a shower together!”
She produced a key from beneath the couch cushions, undid my handcuffs, and strode towards the bathroom, her perfect ass bouncing, semen dripping onto the floor and running down her legs.
“Wait!” I exclaimed, still sitting on the couch rubbing my wrists. “Don’t you still have that vibrator up your butt?”
She turned back to me, hands on her hips, and grinned. “So?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow.