Despite my regular trips the gym I struggled carrying this box. It was full of my girlfriend's shoes. It must have weighed over two hundred pounds, and there were three more boxes just like waiting for me in the truck bed.
"Put that box in the storage room, I won't need those till fall. But put the others in our room." Hailey commanded. I just grunted, not able to say anything.
Hailey and I had been together two years' now. We had met in our first year of college. I'm not sure what attracted her to me, she claims it was my charisma, but I don't know about that. I on the other hand had been blown away the first time I laid eyes on her. She had just finished her dance class when she walked into our General psychology course late. The whole class turned to watch her take her seat. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, showing off her immaculate bone structure. High cheek bones, defined jaw line, slender nose, and plump lips. It also didn't hurt that her spandex were skin tight. They showed off her long muscular legs and tight butt. I spent the rest of that semester trying to get into her pants, and along the way we sort of fell in love.
Now that we were both in the tail end of our degrees it did not leave a lot of time for work. So we were looking for a cheap place to live in order to save money while we worked on graduating. Hailey's Mom offered to let us live in her basement. Hailey loved the idea, I didn't. So here we are, moving into the Girlfriend's Mom's basement. It was really emasculating and I hated it.
However, I have to admit, it was the most logical choice. Hailey's Mom, Ms. Jackson's house was rather large. And since her divorce from her husband a year prior she was living in it all alone. There was a separate basement entrance. A spare bedroom and extra bath downstairs, the only thing that was missing was a kitchen, so we would have to share one upstairs. But Hailey and I would be at school most the time, and Ms. Jackson had an office job so I doubted we would run into one another often, if ever.
The best part was Ms. Jackson was willing to let us live here for free. As long as I helped out around the house/yard and we went to church with her on Sundays. Ms. Jackson was a very religious woman. When Hailey and I had first gotten together Ms. Jackson was not happy with the idea of her daughter and I living together before marriage. But Ms. Jackson is also a very smart woman, she knows when to choose her battles and eventually she let it go. I'm sure Hailey and I will get married someday, we're just not in a rush.
With all the boxes successfully moved in I let myself drop onto the sofa. It was a hot day and I was drained.
"Good job Chris, we got that done faster than I expected." Hailey said.
"Yeah, WE worked real hard." I said sarcastically. Hailey looked at me with a scowl. Then she leaned in towards me and gave a quick peck on the cheek.
"I know I didn't help much. But I'll reward you for it, promise." She told me with a wink. Then, lifting one leg gracefully into the air she straddled me. I reached around and took two handfuls of her ass through her booty shorts. Her pink bra could be seen through her thin white tank top. Her breasts were not porn star status, but they were definitely large for a dancer and her small frame, 28C's. They were sitting directly in front of my face. Blood slowly began to inflate my erection. The look on Hailey's face told me she could feel it. She put her arms around my neck and started grinding her pelvis into mine.
"It's kind of weird doing this in my Mother's basement, it makes me feel naughty." She said. Then she placed her lips on mine and slid her warm tongue into my mouth. My tongue wrestled with hers. I slid my hands up her arched back and clasped onto her shoulders. Then I used my new leverage to pull her body down into mine so I could grind into her with more pressure.
"Oohh..." she let out a soft moan. Then moved her mouth to my ear and began breathing heavily. I moved one hand to her chest and pushed against one of her breasts. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, and threw it to the floor. She momentarily took a break from dry humping me to reach down and unbutton my shorts. Like a cat she slipped off my lap and onto her knees. Grabbing my shorts, she slid them down to my ankles. Now all that remained were my boxer briefs, my bulging penis clearly visible underneath them.
"Am I about to get what I think I'm about to get?" I asked excitedly. She simply nodded her head and ran her hands up my abs to my chest. They lingered there for a moment and then delicately headed south again. When they reached my bulge they stopped. Her delicate fingers squeezed the engorged member and tickled it with her fingernails. Then slowly, she started rolling my underwear down my thighs. First the swollen head was exposed, then inch by inch my now fully erected shaft was revealed. Free from my restricting boxers my member swayed slightly in the cool air.
Hailey wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft, the other hand reached down to massage her wettening pussy. She pulled my dick forward, leaned in and flicked the tip with her tongue. I was squirming now.
"Come on Hailey, enough teasing." I begged. She gave the head of my penis one more lick with the tip of her tongue and then opened wide to take me in... just then the door opened upstairs and someone entered.
"Hey Kido's, I'm home." Ms. Jackson hollered down the stairs. "Mind if I come down?"
Hailey franticly shoved my fully erect penis back into my briefs. I clumsily pulled my shorts up and reached for my shirt. Ms. Jackson stuck her head in the doorway seconds later.
"Woh, looks like you two have some organizing to do." She said, looking at all the boxes. "Why don't you two come up in a few minutes, I'll have dinner ready soon. And Chris dear, you do know your shirt is on backwards right?" I smiled sheepishly at her and she exited.
Hailey began laughing and I whispered, "You still owe me." After a cold shower I met Hailey and her Mother upstairs for dinner. The upper level was rather large, but only had a few rooms. One big kitchen, a living room with two sofas facing a flat screen, a sitting area that opened up into the dining room where a long rectangular table sat. And then a hallway which led to a master bedroom I had never seen. Ms. Jackson said we were fine to be upstairs whenever we wanted, she just asked we respect her privacy and stay out of her bedroom.
"Chris do you mind setting the table?" Ms. Jackson asked me. I dutifully began my task while Hailey and her Mother laid out the salad, and grilled chicken. It amazed me that Ms. Jackson worked full days and still had energy to come home and cook.
"Hailey, you say grace for us." Ms. Jackson said. We bowed our heads and Hailey offered a short prayer. After we began dishing our food and Hailey started telling her Mother how she planned to decorate the downstairs. I took opportunity to listen and look at the two of them interact.
In many ways Hailey looked a lot like her Mom. And I was glad, I hoped Hailey would age as well as her mother, Ms. Jackson was a stunningly good looking woman. Hailey got her bone structure from her Mother. Ms. Jackson too had very high set cheek bones, slender nose and a well cut jaw line. Her face was beginning to show the hint of wrinkles, but it wasn't bad, after all she was in her late 40's. Her lips were plump like her daughters, perhaps slightly more full actually. I wondered if she had injections, either way, they looked very good. Her eyes were the same crystal blue with long luscious lashes. Hailey had also inherited her mother's frame. She was skinny with a slim waist. But there were also some differences.
Unlike her daughter, she had blonde hair. And she didn't wear it quite as long, it fell just past her shoulders when she wore it down, tonight it was pulled back in a bun. While Hailey weighed 115 pounds I would have guessed her mom weighed closer to 140 lbs. Don't be confused, she did not look heavier than her daughter, she was just a few inches taller. I would bet just under six feet, and all the rest of the extra weight was in her bra. Her breasts were much larger than her daughters. I forget how it came up, but Hailey had told me once her Mother wore a 32DD. She was a modest woman; rarely did she wear anything that showed them off. Tonight was no exception. Sha had on a gray sweater that matched her dark skirt. My eyes traveled down the sharp lines of her jaw, down her thin neck and then to the large round melons that stretched at the fabric of her sweater, only to jut back in once you reached her thin waist.
"Earth to Chris, do you want a roll or not?" Hailey prodded me.
"Oh yeah, thanks." I answered, taking a roll from the basket she was holding.
"Well I hope you two love it here. It is nice to have you back home." Ms. Jackson said with a big smile.
We did love it. It was of course amazing not to have rent to worry about. And an extra perk that I had not taken into consideration when we first moved in was all the home cooked meals. The first time our normal routine was broken up happened our first Saturday there. I asked Hailey to go to the gym with me but she said she would rather sleep in. So I slipped my running shoes on and headed to the gym alone. The parking lot was pretty full and I had to park pretty far away. Eventually I made it inside. I hung my keys on the rack next to the door and looked up at the row of treadmills. Most of them were taken. My eyes did a sweep of the people on them, men and women of all shapes and sizes. One woman caught my attention immediately, Ms. Jackson.
She had on pink Nike running shoes, ankle long black spandex showed the curves in her muscular legs. They also hugged her round ass, which gave almost no jiggle as she jogged. It looked solid. On top she had a pink sports bra, to match the shoes and a baggy white tank top over that was cut in on the back and had a fairly low neck line. Her toned arms pumped back and forth. Despite the pink sports bra her breasts lurched up and down as she jogged. Colliding into one another as they came up, creating a mountain of cleavage with each step. Her blonde hair, tied in a ponytail swung from side to side. She usually did not wear much makeup, but at the gym she wore none. Without it she looked a couple years older, still great for her age, just an older version of Hailey. After I had enjoyed the site of her for a few moments I approached.
As I got closer she noticed me, smiled and took her headphone out of her ears.
"Hey Ms. Jackson, I didn't know you came here." I said.
"Yeah.. I try to come... every day..." She said, slightly out of breath. She turned the speed down on her machine and started walking. Which did not do much to calm the bouncing of her large breasts. It took all my will power to keep my eyes on her face.
"Me too. How come this is the first time I've seen you?" I asked.
"I usually come before work, so I imagine you are at school at that time. But good for you for finding the time to work out. It really shows." She complimented me. I blushed, remembering that I was in a tank top.
"Uh, thanks. You look good too." I said honestly, but it caused me to blush even more. She just looked down at me and smiled. A single bead of sweat formed on her neck and began moving downward. I tried to resist but my eyes followed its progress down. Down until it was lost in the cavern created by her massive chest.
"Thank you dear. Have a good work out." She said and put her headphones back in. My sign to move along. I headed to the free weights and began my workout. Every now and then I risked a glance across the gym to where Ms. Jackson was. She moved from the treadmill to the donkey kick machine. Leaning forward she kicked one leg back, which was resisted with weights. The motion caused her glutes to contract. From there she moved to a machine where she sat and squeezed her legs together. I knew she was my girlfriends Mother, but I couldn't help but day dream of how sexual she looked in all of those positions. Realizing I was moving through my routine at half the speed I normally did I decided to concentrate.
I moved to the bench press and quickly did some sets. I added some weight to each side. Resuming my lying position, I moved the weight off the rack and did a couple reps. My chest really began to burn on my fourth rep down and I struggled to get it up. Just then a female set of hands grabbed hold of the bar and helped me get it the rest of the way up.
"How many more you got left?" Ms. Jackson's voice asked.
"At least three more.." I grunted. She encouraged me to keep going. I did the last few reps with her help. Then I let the bar fall heavily onto the rack.
"Hey thanks, I definitely could not have done those last ones without you." I said.
"No problem. Besides It wasn't completely selfless. Would you mind spotting me on the squat rack? I just really want to make sure my form is good." She answered.
"Oh sure, of course." I said. I followed behind her to the squat rack. My eyes glued to her muscular ass as she walked. Then I realized we were standing in front of a giant mirror and she could probably see me, I looked up quickly.
"Just make sure my feet stay shoulder width apart, my back is straight, and that I am going down past ninety degrees." She instructed me. She obviously knew what she was doing, "And while you spot me stand directly behind me and keep your hands on the underneath of my ribcage to help me lift up. But don't help too much, make me work for it."
She got situated and lifted the bar off the rack. I took my place behind her and reached around her sides and placed my hands on the bottom of her ribcage. If I had moved my hands just a couple inches up I could have felt the curvature of her breasts. She bent at the knees and squatted down, keeping her back straight she thrust her butt backwards. I copied her motion and followed her down, trying to keep some space between our bodies. But at the bottom of her squat it was impossible, her firm ass cheeks brushed against my crotch.
She shot back up. Then she repeated the motion nine more times. Each time her butt pushed against my crotch. I was so thankful that I had worn my compression shorts because by the end of her first set I had a raging hard on. Could she feel it? I don't know, I hoped not. By now sweat droplets formed everywhere her skin was exposed. Each time she squatted her glutes, quads and calves flexed. On top of that the reflection of the mirror gave me the front angle as well, each time she dropped down I got a flash of her cleavage. It was too much, and by the end of her final set my raging hard on was throbbing.
"Thanks for the spot. I'm going to do some core and then I think I'm done for the day." She told me.
"Yeah I think I'm done for the day too."
"Hey, why don't we just carpool from now on?" she asked.
"Yeah, no sense in driving two cars."
"Okay, sounds good. I'll see you at home." She said.
We did carpool from then on. We never missed a Saturday. Sometimes Hailey came with us, but most of the time she chose to sleep instead. When Hailey didn't come Ms. Jackson would always ask me to spot her for certain lifts. I noticed she never went without makeup again after that first time. And I was sure to never forget the compression shorts. We talked on the drives to and from the gym. I told her about school. We talked about Hailey. She told me how things were at the office. She worked for a company that sold health and beauty products. Meal shakes, bath soap, antiaging cream, etc. Which made sense, Ms. Jackson was obsessed with living healthy and taking care of her body. Every now and then she told me about the guys she was dating.
We were getting to know each other better. But it never felt like a 'friend to friend' thing. It was more like an authority figure giving advice and counseling to a younger person. She definitely treated me like a kid. I often found myself looking forward to seeing her when I got home. But when I caught myself thinking of Ms. Jackson I mentally scolded myself and directed my thoughts either back to the lecture or towards Hailey.
"You're home late." Hailey said to me as I kicked off my shoes at our bedside.
"Sorry. I was at the library writing a paper." I shed my shirt and pants and collapsed into bed next to her. I snuggled up next to her and wrapped an arm around her torso. She was braless, wearing one of my t-shirts and panties. I slid my hand underneath her shirt and grabbed a handful of boob. She slapped my hand away.
"Your hands are freezing!" she hissed. I laughed.
"Well help me warm them up. You know it's been a while. Want to fool around?" I asked her and kissed the back of her neck.
"I'm pretty tired. How about tomorrow?" she asked.
"But were just as busy tomorrow." My hand moved back to her breast. They must have warmed by now because she didn't slap it away.
"Fine. But just a quick hand job. I have to get up early in the morning." She rolled over so that she was facing me. Then she reached down and her hand quickly slipped underneath the waistband of my underwear. She allowed me to continue massaging her breasts as she fondled my balls. Then she grabbed hold of my soft dick and gave it a squeeze.
"Come on, get hard for me babe." She ordered me. With her free hand she started massaging her other breast, the one I was neglecting. She knew I liked that.
Slowly my limp dick began to grow and expand until her small hand could hardly wrap all the way around it. She rolled back over, reached over to a bottle of lotion on her night stand, shot two squirts into her hand and then was back.
With a hand full of lotion, she easily slid all the way along all seven plus inches of my cock. She pumped up and down, and twisted her hand like a cork screw while she did. My dick was soon lathered in the lotion. She varied her pace from time to time. She slowed, squeezing harder as she did. Then she picked up the pace again and stroked me fast. Back and forth.
"Ahhh" a soft moan escaped my lips.
"That's it, cum for me babe, Cum for me." She whispered hotly into my ear and increased her pumping speed. I could feel it coming, like an eruption it started in my balls and sent a hot load up my shaft, out my head and onto my stomach. Hailey slowed her pace but kept stroking me. After the initial load a few smaller squirts of jizz seeped out of the head of my penis.
"Are you done?" Hailey asked. Her sultry voice replaced with a normal one now.
"Yeah."
She kissed me quick on the mouth and rolled over. "That must be a record time. Goodnight babe."
"Goodnight Hailey." I replied. I took a pillow case off one of the pillows and used it to wipe up my jizz, then discarded it onto the floor. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Hailey was right, it was a record time for getting me off. I decided to keep to myself that while she was jacking me off I was fantasizing it was her Mom lying next to me, stroking my cock.
The next time I came home that late I found Hailey was already asleep. I didn't blame her. She had a busy schedule, so did I. It just seemed the free time we did have in our schedules never overlapped. I brushed my teeth, got ready for bed and then snuggled in under the covers next to Hailey's warm body. I was just about to drift off into dream land when I heard people's footsteps on the floor above us.
One went "click, clack". That must be Ms. Jackson's heels. The other were much heavier, "Thump, thump". That must be her date. I forget his name but she had been seeing this guy for the longest out of all of them. I could hear muffled voices, and every now and then the man would give a hearty laugh.
Then I could no longer hear the "Click, clack" of Ms. Jackson's heels. She must have taken them off. Her steps so lite she was now invisible. But I could still hear the man's steps. He walked about the kitchen and then I could trace his steps down the hallway and into Ms. Jackson's bedroom, directly above us.
His steps became quieter but I could still hear them, his shoes were now off as well. Then everything went quiet for a few minutes. Until I heard "Creeeek... Eeek...eek". I looked over at my alarm clock.
12:27
The Creaking noise continued. Over time it got slightly louder and more frequent. It was the squeaking of her bed frame. Ms. Jackson was getting laid right above me. A small fire of jealousy lit deep inside of me. I imagined their naked bodies. Ms. Jackson on her back, her large beautiful breasts exposed, legs spread, taking this man's dick inside of her. The squeaking of the bed grew more intense. They were going faster. The fire of jealousy grew larger and burned hotter. My member also grew underneath the sheets, hard with arousal. I heard grunts of pleasure from the man penetrating my girlfriend's mother. I strained my neck in attempts to hear anything come from the sweet lips of Ms. Jackson. A whimper, a moan, but I heard nothing. The man gave one last guttural grunt and then everything went quiet.
12:32
Five minutes. Three hundred seconds of sex with Ms. Jackson had just taken place in the room above me. A few minutes later I heard the man's steps to the door. It opened and closed. Then a car started in the drive way and pulled away. For hours I lay awake, replaying the scene in my head.
That Saturday Ms. Jackson and I had our weekly gym session like normal. I did not bring up the late night sex scene, and she did not mention anything about her recent dating experiences. Everything was routine until two weeks after that.
I entered through the basement and shrugged my heavy back pack to the floor. I had lifetime of homework due the next day, but first my hunger needed satisfying. I headed upstairs to the kitchen. Turning the corner, I saw Ms. Jackson sitting at the dining room table.
"Oh hey Ms. Jackson. I didn't know you were here. I was just grabbing something from the fridge really quick."
"You're hungry. Sit and eat some left overs with me." She said. I took a plate from the cupboard and heated up some lasagna. Then I took a seat at the table.
Ms. Jackson had her hair down. Dark red lipstick covered her ripe lips, golden hoop earrings hung from her lobes. She wore a beige blouse, one of her rare articles of clothing with a neckline that dipped low. Showing off her white melons. I tried to keep my eyes up. She also wore skin tight jeans. They accentuated her flared hips. On her feet were tan wedges, her legs were crossed. Her fingernails and toenails were painted red, matching her lips. Bracelets clinked together when she moved her hands.
"Done with school for the day? Where's Hailey?" she asked. Taking a sip of wine, leaving her lip stick on the clear glass.
"She is on campus late today." I took a bite of lasagna.
"Well thanks for keeping me company. Especially today. I was dreading eating alone."
"Why is that?"
"Because today is the one-year anniversary when I officially divorced Hailey's Dad."
"Oh, I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.
"Don't be sorry. It was for the best. I'm sure Hailey has told you about him."
"A little."
"He was an empty shell. He wasn't like that when we first married. I blame it on his addiction to prescription. He didn't even have a job for the last several years of our marriage. And he was so emotionally distant it was sad. But you don't care to hear about all this."
"No, I do. I've never heard this from your perspective. Please go on. That is, if you want."
So she kept talking. And I mostly listened. As we talked longer we leaned forward towards one another. When I felt I could I stole glances at her hanging orbs of temptation. For the first time she dropped the role of 'motherly' figure and I felt as if I was one of her girlfriends that she was venting to, or almost like we were on a date.
"Separating from my husband was the best thing for me. But at the same time It was hard. And I would be lying if I said I didn't feel somewhat lonely from time to time."
"Ms. Jackson, you are a beautiful woman. And your smart, you have supported yourself financially all these years. Honestly you are like the biggest catch for some lucky guy out there." She blushed, and looked down.
"Ms. Jackson, what are you doing home tonight. Didn't you have a date with that guy you've been seeing for a while now?"
"Please, stop calling me that. I think we know each other well enough that you can call me Kat."
"I don't know. That feels kind of weird. How about Katherine?"
"Fine. Just no more of this Ms. Jackson stuff. It makes me feel old." She said, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. "But yes, I did have a date tonight. I called and told him I was sick."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I feel fine. I just didn't want to see him. In fact, I haven't seen him since..." her voice trailed off.
"Since you slept with him." I finished for her. Her eyes widened.
"How did you know?"
"My room is right below yours, remember?" She put her hands on her face in embarrassment. Then I heard a soft sob come from her. I reached up and took her hands away from her face. Mascara was streaking down her face from tears.
"Hey what's wrong?" I asked.
"It's nothing."
"It's obviously not nothing."
"I cannot believe I'm telling you this. But that was my first time since the divorce. I've been trying to be a good Christian woman. But what really is upsetting me is not that I gave into temptation. It's just, just, well if you were listening you know for yourself how anticlimactic it was!" I just looked at her, not knowing what to say.
"I know you just see me as Hailey's Mother, but I am a woman just like any other. I have desires, needs. I even got a Brazilian wax for Christ's sake! I don't know. Maybe I am being unreasonable." I knew I should be mentally and physically present for this. That Katherine needed this for her emotional health, but at that moment I could not help but think of waxed pussy underneath those jeans. My eyes by instinct went there and I'm sure she could feel me burning a hole in her pants.
"Ms. Jack... Katherine." I corrected myself, "I do not just see you as Hailey's mother. Like I said before. You are a beautiful woman. In fact, you are damn sexy. Do you not see how the guys drool over you at the gym? But you are more than just a hot body. There are not very many women that could go back to work and support a household like this. Trust me, you will not be alone forever. And I do not think you are being unreasonable, don't lower your standards. Because you deserve the best."
Her watery blue eyes stared back at mine. Even with mascara streaked down her face she looked incredibly sexy. I knew that's what she needed to hear. Every woman wants to be beautiful, but they also need to feel sexually desired from time to time. In the silence I finally noticed that I was cradling one of her hands in mine. Her other hand rested on my thigh. Our chairs had somehow become so close that our knees were touching. And the distance between our faces was so small that had she wanted, she could have easily leaned in to kiss me.
I think she realized our closeness too because she immediately withdrew her hands and sat straight in her chair. I had gone too far. What was I thinking?! She wiped her eyes and cleared her throat.
"I think you had better go back downstairs."
"Can I help clear the table?" I offered.
"No, no. I will take care of it. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ms. Jackson." She did not correct me, and I went downstairs.
I laid in bed and listened to her lite footsteps on the floor. I heard her bedroom door close and then everything was quiet. Hailey arrived home a few minutes later.
"Hey, how was your day?" she asked me.
"Fine. Yours?"
"Same. Just the usual. I'm going to get ready for bed, then will you cuddle me till I fall asleep?"
Surprisingly, Ms. Jackson and I still carpooled to the gym that Saturday. But it was back to the adult to child conversations. I guess we were going to pretend like that night never happened. But the awkwardness between us was almost palpable.
"Do you need a spot on the squat rack?" I asked.
"No thanks. I should be good."
Great. Now the rest of our time in her basement was going to be weird. I wish I could go back in time and just have things how they used to be. The next day at church the sermon must have been inspired.
"The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak!" the pastor's voice echoed throughout the chapel, "The natural man is full of carnal desires. But we must not give in to sin."
He spoke of our lustful desires as fallen creatures and how the spirit of God could help us to forsake them. Occasionally I looked over at Ms. Jackson. Once or twice I thought she was looking at me too, but she looked away so quickly that I couldn't be sure.
The next week I was mowing the lawn. I had my shirt off, trying to beat the heat and get some rays at the same time. The freshly cut grass felt good on my bare feet. Ms. Jackson stepped out the front door and looked like she was about to say something to me so I turned the mower off.
"Please don't forget that tomorrow is trash day. I'm going out to lunch with George. I'll be back soon." George was the man who had pounded Ms. Jackson for five whole blessed minutes a couple weeks prior. Apparently they were still seeing each other and she wanted me to know.
She drove away as I started up the mower again. It went on like that for the whole rest of the week. Anytime I went upstairs for something she would slip away to her bedroom. Any contact we did have was brief and professional. If that's how it was going to be that was fine. After all, what else did I really expect?
I kicked my shoes off, and quickly shed my clothes. Reaching into the shower I adjusted the nobs to the correct temperature. I was sweaty after a good work out. It was Friday, so I had gone by myself. It had been a few days since Hailey and I had had sex, we were due soon so I shaved the downstairs to make sure I was clean when she got back.
Her best friend was getting married and she was at an overnight bachelorette party. It had actually put some pressure on our relationship. When were we going to finally get married? But I wasn't going to worry about that tonight. I had the basement all to myself and I was planning on relaxing. I dried myself off. I slipped on some underwear and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The front door open and I heard Ms. Jackson enter. I wonder if she was going to be home all night? Oh, well. I wasn't planning on going upstairs at all tonight.
I flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. Then deciding I needed some ice-cream I got back up and went to the mini fridge we had down stairs. Cookie dough ice-cream was one of the few things I made sure we always had in stock. Now with a bowl full of ice-cream I settled back in on the couch. I got comfortable for the beginning of my all night Netflix binge.
I heard, "click, clack" on the floor above me. Had Ms. Jackson put heels on? Maybe she did have a date tonight. What should I watch first? I scrolled through the recent releases section. The Graduatecaught my eye. It looked like an older film that I had never seen before, so I clicked play.
About twenty minutes into the movie, and a quarter into my bowl of ice-cream the door at the bottom of the stairs creaked open and Ms. Jackson peered her head in. Seeing me lounging in my underwear she shielded her eyes with her hand.
"I'm so sorry. I was just wondering if you could come upstairs and help me with something." She said, keeping her face down.
"Oh, uh sure. Just give me a minute."
"Please, take your time. It's no rush." She closed the door and went back upstairs.
That was embarrassing. At least I wasn't masturbating or something. I pressed pause and put the remaining ice cream back in our mini freezer. I picked up some dirty jeans off the floor and slipped them on. Not bothering with socks or shoes I headed up the stairs. The setting sun did little to illuminate the upstairs. And the only other light on was in the kitchen. So that's where I headed. I turned the corner to see Ms. Jackson standing in the center of the kitchen. My dick gave a twitch in my pants and If it hadn't been attached my jaw literally would have hit the floor.
Her hair done up in a loose bun. Pearl earrings in her ears. She was wearing a little black dress. I had never seen it before. It was sleeveless, with straps over the shoulders. The neckline was so low and the dress so tight that her massive breasts were spilling out. Like they were begging to be released. A pearl necklace wrapped twice around her neck, like a choker, with the excess trailing down into her cleavage. The dress hugged her waist and ended well above her knees. My eyes traveled down her smooth legs to her manicured feet, which wore high black heels.
"Do you have a date tonight with George?" I asked.
"No, why?"
"Oh, uh no reason." I said confused.
"Please take a seat." She motioned to the counter. I sat.
She turned around and went to the pantry. The dress was backless, showing Ms. Jacksons smooth skin and the straps of a lace black bra. She bent forward at the hips, reaching for a bottle of wine. The black fabric became even more shear across her round ass. Were it just an inch or two shorter I could have seen the bottom of her cheeks. My dick gave another twitch.
"Would you like some wine?" she asked me.
"Uh, no thanks." She straightened.
"You don't mind if I have some do you?" she asked, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
"No, no. Obviously." She poured herself a glass and as she did I noticed she wore a pearl bracelet, matching the earrings and necklace. She raised the glass to her pink lips and tilted her head back. Which gave me a great view of her neckline. While she drank deeply from her glass I abandoned all caution and gazed deeply at her Goddess figure. The glass clanked back onto the counter and my eyes returned to hers. She leaned forward against the counter, giving me an even better angle of her ripe breasts. The pearl necklace not dangling forward, as it was trapped between her mountains of flesh.
"What were you watching down there?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"The movie, what were you watching?"
"Oh, that. Uh just a something on Netflix. I don't really know." I stammered back.
"You don't have any plans tonight?"
"No. I was just planning on staying in."
"Me too." She said.
"Hailey is gone. Bachelorette party."
"I know." She said, and took another sip of wine. This time not taking her eyes off me.
A long silence followed in which we just looked at one another. What was going on? Whatever it was I was not going to make a fool of myself again.
"What was it exactly that you needed my help with, Ms. Jackson?"
"Do you like my new dress?" she asked.
"Is that what you needed me for?" I asked confused.
"No. But what do you think?"
"It is stunning." I said truthfully.
"You don't think it is too revealing?"
"Well, uh. It is... different from the dresses you wear to church."
"Speaking of church, did you like the sermon last week? The one on carnal desires and not giving in to temptation."
"Ms. Jackson, what was it you needed my help with?" She strutted around the counter and stopped next to me, naturally I turned on my stool to face her.
"I told you to call me Katherine."
"Katherine, what can I help you with?" She took a step closer. I could now smell her perfume. With me sitting, and her in her heels she towered above me. My dick gave another twitch in my pants.
"What tempts you?" she asked me.
"I don't understand..." I stuttered. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me off of the stool into a standing position. Standing up we were eye to eye. Our faces only inches apart.
"I want to know what tempts you. What are some of your carnal desires?" She asked again. My dick gave yet again, another twitch. What did she mean? My mind was racing. What was this all about?
"Uh..Uhm.. I suppose there are a lot of things that tempt me." I stammered back. My eyes kept darting to her lips, and then back to her blue eyes.
"Do women tempt you?" We were standing so close now that her giant breasts were almost touching my chest. And inside my chest my heart was beating faster and faster.
"No." I lied, then realizing she probably knew that was a lie I thought it might be better to tell the truth, "Well, yes. Some do."
"Some do? Which ones? Who?" she took another step towards me. Her boobs were now pressed up against my chest. She could not be any closer. "Do I tempt you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked.
"I see you watching me. I see you out of the corner of my eye when you think no one is watching. Am I a carnal desire of yours? Do you lust after me?" her voice had dropped almost to a whisper, even though we were alone.
What the hell? Is this some sort of test? That must be it, she is testing me. The blood was rushing from my brain to my penis, making it difficult to think clearly. But I tried to choose my next words carefully.
"Well, uh... yes. You are a beautiful woman, so yes you are a temptation." I swallowed. "But like the preacher said. We need to practice self-discipline; any carnal desire is possible to overcome...right?"
"I don't know. I have been thinking a great deal about what the preacher said. I admit I've gone back and forth. But do you know what I have concluded?" she whispered.
It took me a minute to find my voice, but I managed to squeak out, "..no"
"I've come to the conclusion that some temptations shouldn't be forsaken. This life is short, and sometimes it's better to embrace that desire. To own it, and make it your own. Sometimes it might be better to throw yourself face first into the tempest of passion. After all... isn't that what gives meaning to life. Surrendering to, and letting yourself become overtaken with ecstatic...raw...passion." Her last words were emphasized. And then her mouth was left partially open, just a couple inches from mine.
What is she implying? What is she saying?! If this is a test I am going to fail.
I gently placed my hands on her face and pulled her the rest of the way. My lips pressed up against hers. A tiny explosion erupted at the point of contact and spread like electricity though out my entire body. My knees felt weak. I was kissing Ms. Jackson, and so far, she hadn't pulled away yet.
Then, as if awoken from a deep slumber she kissed me back. She sucked my bottom lip in between hers, released it, and then came back for more. Explosion after explosion went off on my lips and spread like the first, throughout my entire body. My knees regained their strength and I wrapped an arm around her waist. I pulled her in closer to me, smashing her chest against mine.
Oh my God her breasts feel so good against me!
I kissed her back. Our lips grew moist as they smacked against one another's. Our kiss grew more intense until our mouths were opening wider and wider. I felt her tongue venture into mine and then quickly retreat. I let mine explore her upper lip, tracing it lightly. She liked that, she latched onto my tongue with her mouth and pulled it in. Our tongue's wrestled back and forth, our lips smacked. She put her arms around my neck and I wrapped my second arm around her waist, pulling her into me as hard as I could. We couldn't get close enough.
This is amazing! I am making out with Ms. Jackson! I am kissing my girlfriend's mother! Wait, I'm kissing my girlfriend's mother?
I pulled my mouth away from hers and released her from my arms.
"Wait, wait." I gasped, "We can't." she kept her arms around me.
"But why? Don't you want it?" she asked.
"Yes, of course I do. But you are my girlfriend's Mother."
"I want it to."
"But just because we both want it, doesn't make it right." I reasoned.
"What makes something right? And what makes it wrong? If two people both want something doesn't that make it right? I've thought a lot about this. That night we spoke of my divorce, and of being fulfilled, I sent you downstairs and I shouldn't have. I went to my room that very night and pleasured myself wishing that it was you doing it for me." My dick gave a twitch at hearing that, "If it feels so good it can't be wrong."
"But your daughter, I really care about her." She smiled.
"I know you do. It's one of the things that attracts me to you so much. I care about her too, even more than you do. And even with all that love for my daughter I still want you. And I know you want me. I'm glad you are hesitant; I probably wouldn't be comfortable if you weren't a little hesitant. But now that you have offered to stop, it only makes my desire grow."
She unlocked her hands and moved them to my shoulders. Then she let them slide down to my chest. The slid further down to my abs, one hand stopped there. But the other kept going, past my waist and stopped on my growing bulge.
She is touching it! She is touching my junk! Through my pants, but still, she's touching it.
She gave it a gentle squeeze, "I want this. If you stop us again then I will stop. And I'll leave it at that. But I don't think you will..." she gave the bulge in my pants one more gentle squeeze and then put her mouth on mine again.
This is wrong. But it feels so right! She is so damn sexy! But what would Hailey think? All these thoughts and more were racing through my mind. But who was I kidding, I wanted this more than I had wanted anything in my life. I wanted Ms. Jackson. And she wanted to give herself to me. I would let her. I was letting her take this as far as she wanted it to go.
I kissed her back, hard. I forced my tongue into her warm mouth and writhed it around. She bit my lip lightly. I pushed her back a few steps until she was up against the wall. Then I pushed myself into her sculpted body, leaning with my hands on either side of her head. She reached up underneath my arms and placed her hands on my upper back, she then pulled me into her as much as she could.
I moved from her mouth down to her neck, I kissed and sucked, leaving small pink hickies on her white skin as I went. She breathed heavily and hotly into my ear as she ran her fingers through my hair.
"Touch my body." She breathed into my ear.
You didn't have to tell me twice. I had been dying to explore her body since the day I first met her.
I ran my hands down her side and then onto her back. I lowered them until they rested gently on her butt. Then I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her against me, grinding my pelvis into hers.
"Aahh..." she whimpered into my ear.
With one hand I lifted her thigh so that she wrapped it around the back of my leg and held it there. With the other hand I left her ass and traveled up her side to hear heaving chest. I cupped it from underneath and grabbed a handful through her dress and bra. I massaged it while we kissed and grinded into one another. I abandoned it temporarily and moved down her stomach. I slipped it underneath her dress and was heading between her legs. When I was inches away I could feel the heat coming off of it. She stopped and grabbed my arm, halting my progression.
Uh, oh. I went too far.
"Not here. Follow me." She said.
She led me by the hand and I followed behind, watching her heart shaped ass swoosh from side to side as she walked. Her heels clicking against the hard wood floor. She led me down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Inside her bedroom was a wide open space, a king size bed was against one wall, facing a large armoire with a giant mirror on the other wall. On this side of the armoire was a door that probably led to the closet. On the opposite side of the armoire was a door that most likely led to the master bathroom. She closed the door behind me and turned on the dimmed lights. She kissed me briefly on the mouth and then pushed off of me, standing a few feet away, I took the image in.
I am the luckiest bastard alive.
"So tell me, what is it about me that tempts you so?" she asked smiling, placing one had on her hip and the other hung by her side.
"Oh.. Uh.. well so many things actually." I admitted. She laughed a sultry laugh.
"I want to hear you say what they are." She demanded.
So many things came to mind, but I figured I had better start off politely.
"Well..your eys. Your blue eyes are amazing, like your daughters."
"Really, you like my eyes?" she asked teasingly, "because when I see you gawking at me it is almost never at my eyes... it's usually at these." And as she said it her hands moved to her breasts, she pushed them up and together so that her cleavage overflowed even more out of the top of her dress.
I couldn't believe what was happening.
"Uh, yes. Those are very nice too." I choked.
"Would you like to see more of them?"
Holy shit. Okay, this definitely isn't happening. Not able to speak I simply nodded in the affirmative.
She let go of her boobs and with her right hand she slid her left strap off her shoulder and let it hang loosely. Then she did the same with her right strap. She tugged at the top of her dress so it fell around her waist. I was left with a view of the rest of the black lace bra that I had seen the back of earlier in the kitchen. It held her massive breasts and formed them into two perfect orbs. It looked like it was struggling to hold them back, they fought against the fabric to break free. Then, rotating slightly so that I was viewing her from the side she bent forward at the waist, not bending her knees she rolled the dress past her waist and over her round ass cheeks, then she let it fall down her legs to rest of the way and hit the floor. She stepped out of it and stood tall again, facing me she reached up and undid the loose bun at the top of her head. She shook her head two or three times and let her blonde hair fall down, just past her shoulders. The whole scene was incredibly erotic.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked. But this time it wasn't in a sultry tone, I think she was genuinely hoping I would approve. And I did, big time. So did the slowly growing organ in my pants.
Again not able to find my voice I simply nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Would you like to see even more?"
Finally, I was able to get out a firm, "Yes." She giggled.
"So he does speak." She teased.
She arched her back and reached behind herself. The action caused even more tension then there already was on the overly strained bra. She undid the clasp and slowly slid off the bra, letting it fall forward onto the floor. Her two heavy mounds of flesh burst forth now that they were free from there prison. Out of the bra they no longer maintained their perfectly orbed shape. Gravity and time took their effect, but it was minimal, and shockingly so for her age. They still had a round shape to them, but they hung a little lower then I'm sure they did twenty years ago. I wondered briefly if she had had any work done on them.
Her areolas were a little larger than fifty scent pieces, but flat against her skin, except for the tips, which were hard and seemed to point straight up. Finally, there Ms. Jackson stood, with her blond hair down, black lace panties, wearing black high heels, with her giant magnificent breasts fully exposed, her pearl necklace lying in between the inflated mounds, her nipples hard as diamonds.
She smiled at my obvious state of awe at her naked body. Then she took two strides toward me, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step.
"Now, do you want to touch my tits?" she said, her sultry voice back.
Again, my voice was lost. I nodded. She grabbed my wrists and lifted them to her chest. I took one in each hand and hefted them. They refused to slope to dramatically to gravity, and yet they were surprisingly soft. Which made me think maybe they were real. But either, way I didn't care. They looked and felt incredible.
I grabbed them harder, soft tit flesh oozed between my fingers. I kneaded her fat tits like a baker kneads dough hot out of the oven. Feeling more emboldened I leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth.
"Oh yeah, suck on my titties" She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face further into her chest. I sucked like a baby on her juicy tits. I moved from one to the other, massaging the one while I sucked the other with my mouth. I flicked my tongue against the hard tip and bit lightly onto it.
"Ahhh.." she let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure, "You naughty boy. It's my turn."
But I ignored her. I kept massaging and sucking on her glorious tits until she finally had to pull me away. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, then tossed it to the ground. She attacked my mouth with her mouth and again our bodies were smashed into one. This time it was skin on skin.
Oh my god, her bare breasts feel so good against my naked chest. I can feel her hard nipples somewhere in that mess of tit flesh being smashed against me.
She broke our kiss and began sliding towards the carpeted floor. Her heavy breasts dragged against my chest and stomach. Her mouth followed behind her dragging tits, kissing my skin as she went. First my chest, then my abs, then my lower abdominal, until finally she reached my waist. And the bulge in my pants. She rested on her knees.
"What do we have here?" she asked looking up at me. She carefully squeezed the bulge in my jeans.
Ms. Jackson really enjoys teasing me, oh well. Let her tease, I'm enjoying every second of it.
With movement that seemed to be in slow motion she undid the clasp on my belt, then kissed my lower abdomen. Then she slid my belt through its loops, tossed it the ground and kissed my lower abdomen again.
Oh my goodness, this was going to be painful.
She undid the button of my jeans, then licked my lower abdomen with her broad tongue. She slowly slid the zipper on my jeans down. I could feel my heartbeat in my dick. She hooked her fingers through the loops on my jeans and pulled them slowly down my thighs. My jeans hit the floor, I stepped out of them and she tossed them aside.
Her eyes widened, apparently at the outline of my throbbing penis through my underwear, now more accurately able to measure its size.
"Oh my... What DO we have here?" she asked again, this time not teasing. She squeezed at the outline with her slender fingers. She kissed it gently through the fabric, and then nibbled at it playfully.
Holy shit. Please keep going! Don't stop at the underwear.
"I want to suck this big cock of yours." She said looking into my eyes as if reading my mind.
Her painted nails dug underneath the waistband of my underwear and even more slowly than she had removed my pants, she slid them down inch by inch. One tug at a time she revealed my swollen member, First the thick base, then the shaft. After five or so inches she seemed excited that there was still cock left uncovered. Finally, she reached the head and with one last tug my swollen dick sprang free, nearly hitting Ms. Jackson in the face. I doubt that it had ever been harder in all my life.
It stood long and strong, as if at attention. She removed my underwear the rest of the way absentmindedly as she stared transfixed at my firm soldier.
"Oh..my...God..." she said, more to herself than to me. "No wonder my daughter loves you."
I felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Hailey. But it was quickly forgotten as Ms. Jackson took my dick in gently in her hand, she moved it side to side, and up and down, examining it as if it were a rare specimen on the endangered species list.
"What a beautiful cock you have." She told me, not looking away from it.
I was glad she didn't look away, or she would have seen my face flush with pride. She pulled my rigid cock to the left so she could kiss my right thigh. Her luscious lips felt surprisingly good on my sensitive skin. Hailey rarely touched there, I Hadn't realized until Ms. Jackson slowly worked her way up my thigh. Kissing as she went. Then she moved to the other thigh. Slowly performing the same ritual. When she reached the base of my shaft she pulled back, her mouth hovering just over the head.
Finally, here she goes.
But she didn't. She lightly kissed the tip of my penis, were it not such a sensitive area I may not have even felt it. Then she lifted my heavy cock up and made her way down the underside of my cock, kissing lightly as she went. Her plump lips were like pillows being pressed against my sensitive skin.
When she reached my dangling scrotum she kissed my balls. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, forcing it into a broad flat position. She licked my cum filled balls, they slid across the slippery surface of her tongue like marbles. Then, forming a ring with her hands she slowly began moving it up and down the entire length of my shaft. But she did it so softly that I could hardly feel the pressure from her hand. Her small hand moving up and down my thick shaft gave it the appearance that it was even larger than it really was.
While she gently stroked me she took one of my balls completely into her warm, wet mouth. She lathered my ball with her delicate tongue. Softly enough to not hurt the ultra-sensitive area. But with enough pressure that I felt extreme pleasure from it. After my right testicle was starting to become sensitive she instinctly moved to the left. She sucked it into her mouth. I could feel it being licked from all angles inside her warm mouth. After it had received the same treatment she gave it one more loving lick and let my scrotum swing back, now moistened by her saliva. She stopped stroking me with her hand, but she still held it steady.
Again she stuck her tongue out, but this time she forced it to have sharp point at the end. She then touched that point to the bas of my shaft and slid it slowly upwards, making swirly patterns as she went. After what seemed like an eternity she finally reached the head. The thin tip of her tongue licked the top, catching some pre-cum that was beginning to ooze out. She leaned back, forming a thin strand of pre-cum from the tip of my cock to her plump lips. Leaning forward she placed those lips on the head. It took all my will power to not grab the back of her head and force her down onto my throbbing dick.
But my patience paid off, she slowly parted her lips and allowed my head to enter her sweet mouth. Once inside it was attacked by her tongue. It flicked at the tip and circled around my thick head.
"oohh..." a groan escaped me.
Every so slowly she parted her lips again and allowed another inch of me inside her loving mouth. Again her tongue welcomed the newest entrance with a barrage of licks. Her lips parted and she took in another inch of cock, but she did not slide any futher, nor did she slide back up what she had already let enter. Like a door her lips locked down in place and her tongue did all the work. Folding itself around the first three inches like an envelope. Her lips parted and with some visible difficulty she took in another inch of me.
That's further than her daughter has ever gone, but I doubt she'll be able to get any more in her.
She slowly slid back up my shaft until her lips were again resting on the tip of my cock. My dick shined with her saliva, measuring how far down she had made it. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, then she closed them. In one swift motion she opened her mouth and took nearly all of my giant cock inside of her mouth. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat, she reached around and placed her hands on my lower back. Gagging she pushed me further in, down her throat until her plump lips were around the very base of my shaft.
"OOHHH SHIT!" I let out in ecstasy.
She forced her-self to swallow twice, I could feel her throat muscles contract and milk my cock. Finally, she slid back up my pole, my cock springing out of her mouth with a 'Shluuurp'. She gasped for air.
"Oh, God. I've never deep throated anyone as big as you before!" she exclaimed once she had recovered. "Your cock tastes so good."
Then she dove back onto my rock hard cock like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream. This time she did not take it slow. She ran her hands up my abs as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Her heavy tits jiggled slightly as her head moved back and forth, she was able to take about half of my long shaft into her mouth with ease. Then she quickly slid back up, never letting my head escape, just to bob back down. Her tongue whipped and lashed my throbbing cock as she bobbed. Occasionally she would force herself down further, but never all the way to the base, and hold it for a few seconds. Allowing me to feel her throat muscles contract on my swollen member.
Oh my gosh this feels so amazing! She is so good at this!
Her hands moved back down my abs. With one hand she stabled herself, holding onto my hip. The other hand moved down to my still moist balls and fondled them. She let my dick spring free from her wet mouth with another, 'Shlurp'.
"Do you like watching me suck your cock?" she asked.
"Oh yes. Definitely yes. Please don't stop." She smiled and went back down on me.
This time she grabbed the base of my cock with both hands, one on top of the other. She pumped with her hands while she bobbed with her mouth. As she pumped up and down she also twisted them like a cork screw, she must have taught her daughter that technique. Her hands easily slid up and down my slippery shaft.
With this technique almost every inch of my cock was feeling pressure, either from her hands or her mouth. Her blonde locks flew wildly as she attacked my cock like it was a piece of meat and she was a starving cougar. I started to writhe as I reached my climax. Ms. Jackson must have known what was coming because she slowed her pace. Once hand stopped pumping and just held the base steady. The other hand continued to pump while her mouth kept sucking. Gradually she slowed her pace until it was a nice and even bobbing up and down.
Her change of pace allowed me to regain control, but still felt amazing. For minutes, she sucked my cock like that, as if she was planning to go all night, and she had nothing else planned. Every now and then she would speed up and lash with her tongue vigorously, bringing me to the brink of explosion several times. But then she would always slow again, and allow me to calm back down. But eventually even this slowed pace was proving to be too much for me.
"Ms. Jackson you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, and I've never felt anything so amazing in my life." I told her.
This praise seemed to please her because she picked up the pace again. She started stroking me with both hands and bobbed up and down on my dick as fast as she could. Then she moved her mouth down to my balls and sucked on them one at a time, as she did that she kept stroking my hard shaft with one hand.
"Ooh yes!" I moaned.
She moved her mouth back to my cock and sucked it so ferociously that every third or so bob she almost let it escape, but she quickly came back down on me before it got away from her. But each time it made a 'shlurping' sound.
"Oh God, Katherine! I can't hold it anymore; I'm going to bust!"
She forced herself down, almost deep throating me again and let me spring free with a giant 'SHLURP'.
"Cum for me baby." She said while she stroked me. Up and down as fast as her little hand would go. "Bust right in my mouth, I want to taste your sweet cum."
The was it. The site of Ms. Jackson naked on her knees, stroking my cock, aiming it at her open mouth, tongue out was too much for me. My balls churned and shot a hot load right at her face. It hit her on her upper lip and spilled onto her pretty face. She kept pumping. The second load shot right into her mouth, she slowed her pace but kept stroking me. The Third load landed right on her broad tongue. Losing power, the rest of it seeped out of my head, drizzled down my shaft and onto her hand, which kept pumping at a much more relaxed pace now.
She swallowed what was in her mouth. Then she licked the remnants of my first load off her lip. Then she took my spent cock back into her mouth and gently milked every lost drop that was left. Finally, she let my shrinking cock slip from her lips and hand. She licked her hand clean for any jizz that remained.
"Mmmm, that was delicious." She said. Then she kissed me passionately with the mouth that had just spent the last hour it seemed, sucking my dick.
"Wow." Was all I could say.
"Now it's your turn."
She grabbed me by my limp penis and led me to the edge of the bed where she turned and sat. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs.
"Do you know how to do this?" she asked.
I wasn't sure if she was serious or was just mocking me. But I assured her I knew what to do. I approached and dropped to my knees.
"That's a good boy."
She lifted her long legs into the air, and rested them on my shoulders. I lowered my face until it hovered just above her panties. I could smell her musky scent already. I followed her example and kissed her through the panties, which were soaked in her juices.
Damn, she is seriously turned on!
I hooked my fingers around the straps of her panties and pulled them all the way up her long legs, and then over her heels, dropping her damp panties on the floor I looked at her.
Holy shit.
In between her long muscular legs was the barest most beautiful mound of pussy I had ever laid eyes on. All that remained were her pearl necklace, bracelet and earrings and black heels. I dropped back to my knees, she lowered her legs back down onto my shoulders. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.
Taking another page from her book I kissed her inner thigh until I reached her hairless pussy. I ran my tongue along the pink outer lips. But Ms. Jackson was not going to put up with any teasing from me, the hypocrite. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her intoxicating scent. I got the message.
I made my tongue as wide as I could and ran it all along her sweet smelling pussy, as deep as I could go. I went back to the bottom and repeated this, methodically I licked her pussy clean.
"Oh yes, yes. Eat out that pussy." She encouraged me.
I reached my hands up and began to massage her fat tits while I went down on her. Like a dog I lapped at her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes. Keep doing that!" she moaned.
I moved one hand down to her pussy and started to massage her clit while my tongue filled her waxed pussy.
"Aahhh! Aahhhh!" she moaned, and started writhing.
I picked up the pace and started rubbing her clit more furiously. I abandoned her other breast and used the free hand to push against her lower back. Forcing her pelvis harder against my face. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands, she pulled on my hair and pushed my face against her pussy harder. Moving her hips as best she could she grinded her soft pussy into my face. Her heels dug into my back.
I could hardly breathe but I didn't let my tongue quit. She had worshipped my cock, she deserved this.
"Oh God yes! You're going to make me cum! Keep eating at my cunt! Keep eating out that cunt!" she told me, "OH SHIT! YES!"
She let go of my head and let herself fall backwards. Her body gave several shudders and her pussy all of a sudden got a whole lot wetter. Her juice flowed down my chin and dripped onto the floor.
"Get up here, I want to taste myself." She ordered me.
I climbed up and pressed my mouth against hers. Her tongue went to work licking up her own juice. She got up and walked to the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of her naked ass. I heard the faucet turn on and then off. Then she re-entered the bathroom.
"Holy shit. You made me cum with just your mouth."
"You did the same for me." I told her.
"I almost wish I hadn't. I don't want the fun to end." I stood and walked towards her. She looked down, and with surprise she wrapped a hand around my once again swollen cock.
"Oh my God. You are hard as a rock again!" she exclaimed excited.
"What did you expect? I have the sexiest woman I've ever met standing naked in front of me. I'm going to be hard all night."
Her hand started stroking me. She leaned in, her giant tits smashing against me she kissed me hard on the mouth.
"Good. Because I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock all night long."
Did she just say what I think she said?! She wants me to penetrate her?!
"Don't look so surprised. What did you think I had planned for tonight? Just a bunch of foreplay?" she asked.
"Uh, I don't know. This whole thing has been a shock, I'm not sure what to expect."
"Don't be so naïve. I've been dreaming of having you fuck my tight little pussy for weeks now. Every time I looked in the gym mirror while you spotted me from behind that's what I pictured."
She kissed me. I reached around and grabbed her bare ass cheeks, squeezing them I kissed her back. She broke free and turned around. I pulled her close to me. She positioned my cock so it was in between her ass cheeks, and slid up and down. My cock slid between her cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. I grabbed two handfuls of her heavy tits, pushing them together while pulling her body against mine.
"Do you want to fuck me from behind?"
"Oh, hell yes." She laughed.
"Okay big boy. But take it slow okay? You're probably the biggest I've ever had, so let me get used to you first okay?" she instructed.
Then she leaned forward, her arms extended she placed her hands on the armoire, facing the mirror. Her back straight, her butt in the air. She swayed it from side to side, like a piece of juicy fruit.
"Come closer, let me guide you in."
I stepped forward. With one hand she reached between her legs and grabbed the tip of my penis. As I walked forward she guided me to her moist fold. Once my head was in she returned her hand to the armoire.
"Slowly." She reminded me.
I placed my hands on her waist. Just above her round cheeks. I slowly inched forward, forcing my thick cock deeper into her tight pussy. I looked at her face in the mirror, her eyes were shut in pain. Twice she told me to stop, getting used to my cock, then she told me to keep going.
Finally, the entire length of my rigid cock was inside of her. It was warm, and incredibly wet. Her tight pussy clenched my cock like a banana in its peel.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. This feels sooo good! I wouldn't mind if we just stayed like this all night.
For a few moments we didn't move. I stood with her ass against my stomach. Soaking my throbbing cock in her wet pussy. Slowly her eyes were not squinting so tightly. She was growing accustomed to it. Then she started rocking, gently, and slowly at first back and forth. I let her set the pace. Her breaths were heavy, In and out, In and out. Eventually she reached a steady pace, sliding back and forth, nearly the entire length of my long shaft.
She looked over her shoulder at me, "Does that feel good?"
"Oh yeah, damn good."
"Good, I'm used to you now. Now fuck me."
Hell yes.
I began rocking into her as she rocked back.
"Aaahh...Aaaahhh...Aaahhhh" she whimpered each time my cock plunged into her.
I began pulling her back into me with my hands as well as thrusting into her. I could see her heavy tits swaying back and forth in the mirror. She arched her back.
"Spank me." She told me, looking over her shoulder as I fucked her.
I took a hand off her waist and spanked her lightly on the ass. She kept looking at me, watching me drive into her.
"Come on spank me!" she yelled, not looking away.
I spanked her a little harder, 'Slap'.
"Come on, Spank me like the naughty girl I am!"
I lifted my hand higher and spanked her harder, 'Slap!'
"Oh yes!" she let her head roll back.
I spanked her again, 'Slap!'. Again 'Slap!' Like a horse receiving a slap in the flank, each time I spanked her she went faster. I pulled her hard into each thrust. Again and again she slammed her ass back into my stomach. Her big tits were swaying violently back and forth now. Her pearl necklace rattled against the wooden armoire.
"OH GOD YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she yelled.
Each time she slowed I spanked her ass to make her pick up the pace, it was so tight that it didn't leave any ripples. Only a slightly red mark from my palm. I reached forward and grabbed onto her swaying breasts.
"AAHHH! AAAHHHH!" she moaned.
She let go of the armoire with one hand and reached down to stimulate herself while our bodies collided together.
"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! KEEP GOING! I'M CLIMAXING AGAIN!" she warned me.
She abandoned the armoire with both hands and rubbed furiously at her clit. While massaging her tits and rolling her nipples between my fingers I supported almost all of her weight. As I plunged my cock into from behind, again and again her body was racked with a second orgasm. When it had come and gone, I stepped back, sliding my cock from her beaten pussy. Cum from Ms. Jackson's orgasm ran down the inside of her legs.
She turned and pushed me onto the bed. I scooted back and lay flat on my back, my arms and legs fully extended, my cock pointing straight up like a flag pole.
"It felt so good to be filled with your massive cock. I want more."
She climbed onto the bed like a cougar, keeping her eyes on her prey, me. Her pearl necklace dangled beneath her, as well as her heavy tits. With her ass in the air she crawled toward me. She stopped at my swaying cock and took me into her mouth. With her eyes still on me she bobbed up and down on it several times. Letting it shlurp from her mouth she kept crawling until her massive breasts hung over my slipper dick. She positioned herself so it was in between her two mountains mounds of flesh and slapped my cock between them. Then she moved on. Her hard nipples now being dragged across my stomach and chest. She used her breasts to trace patterns in my skin.
Finally reaching my mouth she forced her tongue into it. She moved to my ear and sucked on my ear lobe.
"You just relax; I'm going to fuck you good." She breathed into my ear.
Still in her heels she dragged her feet one a time next to my chest. Reaching forward she took hold of the head board for leverage. She pulled herself into a deep squatting position. Then she pushed up, with her legs and lifting with her arms at the same time. With her knees bent at a ninety-degree angle she positioned her dripping pussy above my pole. I steadied my swaying cock while she lowered herself until the head of my dick was at her entrance.
Then in one motion she let herself drop down onto me. Impaling herself with the entire length of my cock, I let out a gasp of pleasure.
"Oh Fuck!" she moaned.
Now sitting on my cock she began to rock back and forth. She let her head fall backwards.
"Oh God, your dick is so huge. How does my daughter handle this?!"
"She manages." Ms. Jackson brought her head forward and looked me in the eyes.
"Not like me. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
With that she raised herself up again, keeping her back arched she used only her legs, and her leverage with the headboard. Once she was at the top she let herself drop down again, another gasp of pleasure escaped me.
"You like getting ridden don't you?" she teased, "Good. I'm going to ride your cock good and hard."
And she did. She raised herself up again and then slowly this time lowered herself back down, taking my entire cock into her. She fucked me slowly like that for several minutes. Her pussy felt incredible sliding up and down my shaft. I lay there, letting her do all the work.
Gradually her pace increased. I was amazed that she did not grow fatigued. All those hours at the gym were paying off. She really could have gone all night. Up and down she went. Again and again she raised herself, only to impale herself once more on my eager cock. I reached up with both hands and grabbed onto her ripe breasts while she bounced. She moved her hands to my chest and arched her back even more, thrusting her chest into my hands.
"That's it, play with my big titties while I ride your big cock!"
I massaged her soft tits while she slid up and down my pole. I was enjoying the break but eventually my hips started grinding into her. I started to thrust upward each time she dropped down onto me. I placed my hands underneath her ass cheeks and helped to lift her up on her ascents. With my help she was able to go even faster and harder.
She moved her hands a little lower on my body and leaned forward slightly. This caused her arms to press her gargantuan tits together and they bounced up and down directly in front of my face. Her big round titties filled almost my entire field of vision. On her descents I attempted to get a mouth full of her breasts and give them a suckling before she bounced back up. Seeing this she slowed her pace from time to time to ensure that I sometimes was able to give one of her hard nipples a good suck.
"OH...GOD...YES!...YES...YES...YES!" she moaned each time my thick shaft impaled her tiny pussy.
My head rolled to the side and viewed the clock. We had been fucking like this for some time. I thought It might be time for a change. So keeping my hands on underneath her butt I sat up. She stopped bouncing on top of me as we came face to face, my cock still deep inside of her.
"Why are we stopping?" she asked out of breath.
I ignored her question and kissed her on the mouth. While we kissed I moved so that my legs hung over the edge, she still straddled me. Then I leaned forward and stood up off the bed, lifting her into the air. Most of her weight in my hands, pressing up against her ass cheeks. Her thighs resting on my forearms, her calves and heeled feet dangling to the sides. She wrapped her arms around my neck to avoid falling backward.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, afraid at first. She must not be used to being thrown around like this. I did this position with her daughter all the time, she loved it. Ms. Jackson was a little heavier than Hailey. But I still could have held her like this for a long time. Besides, my adrenaline was through the roof.
I lifted her up until I was nearly out of her pussy. Then I dropped her back down, spearing her with all of my cock.
"OOHHH!" she moaned.
I lifted her again and dropped her down onto my stiff dick once more, eliciting another moan from her lips. She started pulling up with her arms, and pushing against my forearms with her legs as I bounced her, making it a little easier on me. I glanced in the mirror at our reflection, it was a site to behold. Ms. Jackson in the air, her arms and legs wrapped around me. Her massive tits pressed up against my chest. My hands on her ass. Her head rolled back, eyes closed, moaning in delight while I dropped her onto my hard cock again and again. You could argue that what we were doing before was love making. But not this, we were straight up fucking each other like wild animals.
"Ooohh I love your big fucking cock filling up my tight pussy!" she yelled, and kissed me while I continued to lift her up and down.
Despite her desire to keep going, I could tell her body was growing tired. Our bodies were beginning to sweat from the physical exertion. I gently laid her down on the bed, her ass hanging just off the edge. Still inside of her I leaned on top of her, resting for a moment and kissing her plump lips. Just then a thought occurred to me.
"Ms. Jackson... I mean Katherine. I don't think I can hold out much longer, where do you want me to bust?"
"I had my tubes tied after Hailey, so don't worry about that. I want you to blow your load inside of me." She breathed into my ear.
Oh fuck. Bust a nut inside of Ms. Jackson?! Just the thought of cumming inside of her warm pussy filled me with new vigor.
I kissed her hard on the mouth, she kissed me back. I began rocking back and forth into her. I aggressively smashed her fat tits with my hands. Moving my mouth to her glorious breasts I sucked on one, and then the other, hard.
"Oh that feels good." She moaned, "Fuck me.."
I straightened up in order to ram my cock into her at a better angle. But I get my arms extended, leaning slightly forward in order to play with her titties that I loved so much.
"Fuck me... harder!" she told me.
With great regret I let go of her boobs and straightened all the way up, her ankles on my shoulders I hugged her legs and drove even deeper into her. Her heavy breasts bounced up and down. Her hair sprawled out around her head.
"Oh yes... Oh God yes... Fuck me... Fuck me Harder!" she ordered.
I did as she ordered and plunged my rigid cock into her as hard as I dared to, not wanting to hurt her. Her giant mounds of tit flesh bouncing even further now. She closed her eyes. With one hand she reached down to rub at her clit, with the other hand she began massaging her own tits, pulling on the nipples. It was incredibly erotic.
"OOOOHHHH YES...FUCK YES...KEEP FUCKING ME... HARDER!" she yelled. She opened her eyes and glared at me with a fire I had not seen before. "FUCK ME HARDER! I WANT YOU TO STUFF ME WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK! POUND MY LITTLE PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG DICK UNTILL ITS RAW!"
Ms. Jackson was fucking crazy, but I loved it.
I let go of her legs and let them spread wide in the air on either side of me. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and grabbed her around the waist with both hands. I pulled my cock out of her until just the tip remained. And then I rammed it all back into her, pulling her toward my thrust as I did.
"FUCK YES!"
I did this again. And then again. I held nothing back, no longer worrying if I was hurting her or not. Ms. Jackson wanted her pussy pounded raw and that's what I was going to do. I drove my thick dick into her little pussy over and over. Each time it sent a shock wave through her body. My balls slapped against her ass cheeks, making a clapping sound. Her hands abandoned her clit and breasts. Her arms reach out to either side of her and grabbed fistfuls of blanket.
"FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK YES!"
Ms. Jackson's head rolled back and she arched her back as I drove into her. I thrusted back and forth, back and forth. My cock shined from her juices, it easily slid in and out of her wet pussy. Her fat tits bounced wildly now as I stampeded into her. As I slammed into her they bounced down, knocking into each other sent them sideways her breasts bounced out to the sides, then as I pulled out they would be sent flying up, only to come crashing down again when I plunged into her. And around they went while I fucked her.
"AAAHHHH...OOOOHHHH...AHHH...AHHH!" her moans were no longer intelligible she was so lost in pleasure.
I wish I could have fucked Ms. Jackson like that until the sun rose the next day. Her warm pussy enveloping my hard cock over and over. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. A shining sheen of sweat over her smooth skin. Her big titties bouncing in every direction. But I couldn't, once again I felt the familiar churning in my balls as a second load was about to be released.
"FUCK...I'M CUMMING!" Ms. Jackson yelled.
"Me too, I'm going to bust." I warned.
She wrapped her legs around my back, trapping me. Even though I was not planning going anywhere.
"KEEP FUCKING ME. I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK." She yelled, "CUM INSIDE OF ME, FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HOT CUM...OHHH FUUCCKK!"
She threw her head back again, for the third time tonight I felt her body convulse with waves as she climaxed, her moist pussy filled with even more of her juices. That pushed me over the edge, I pounded her pussy one final time, driving as deep as I could and then holding it there. I shot load after load of hot jizz into her raw pussy. Overfilled with a mixture of our fluids they leaked out of her pussy, around my spent cock and onto the bed.
Ms. Jackson's body had gone limp. I stepped back, my cock sliding freely from her. I fell backwards and then laid, exhausted on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. I probably could have moved, but I didn't want to. My eyelids grew heavy and I drifted off into a light coma.
The next thing I knew there was a mouth on mine. I opened my eyes to see that Ms. Jackson was kissing me. Her room now filled with sunlight. She was clothed in a silk bathrobe; I was still naked. My limp dick hanging.
"Wake up you stallion. Hailey will be home soon. You should get dressed and go downstairs. "I think at least for now; it would be best if we did not tell her anything about this."
"I agree."
I stood about to gather my clothes.
"But does that mean, this was a onetime thing I asked?"
"You fucked me into a coma last night. I want it to be an every night thing. But until we decide what to tell Hailey we should be careful."
I smiled at the thought of this happening again. I looked at Ms. Jackson in her silk robe. The tie was loose, one of her breasts was clearly exposed, nipple and all. Even now, the morning after she looked incredibly sexy. My dick gave a twitch, and began to rise.
"You've got to be kidding me. That cock of yours is a machine, it never quits."
She looked at me with a smile, watching in amazement as my cock grew hard, just at the sight of her. I just looked back at her, now not afraid to ogle. She grabbed my growing member and started stroking it.
"Well I suppose we have time for a little fun...if we hurry." She said, and then dropped to her knees.