Mystery Caller

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earlbrowder
earlbrowder
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I showered and shaved, took a jog, bought the paper, had some coffee and juice, and then headed down to the gym for a workout and a nice, hot sauna. By three that afternoon, I was feeling relaxed. I checked my phone machine: no messages. Shit. She could at least call me up to compliment me.

By five, I was in my car and on the way to Stoney's. Mrs. Santucci greeted me at the door. She was about 55, a sweet old motherly kind of broad. I headed to the rec room downstairs where Stoney and I watched some t.v. and drank some beer. I was famished, so after about an hour I headed upstairs. Mrs. S. was finishing up the spaghetti sauce in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mrs. S." I said. "I'm starving. Whaddya got to snack on."

Mrs. S. turned away from the stove with a big smile. I smiled too. Then I looked down and noticed her necklace. It had a heart charm on it!

"I've got lots of good stuff, Lenny," Mrs. Santucci answered. "Here, try some of this cheese and bread."

She handed me a plate of cheese and bread while I ran my eyes over her body. She was no skinny mini; she was solidly built. Nice big tits. Small waist and big hips. I noticed her hair was about the right length. And then, I really concentrated on her voice.

"How you doing," I asked her.

"Just fine Lenny," she answered with a toothy smile. "How about you?"

Shit! My jaw almost dropped. It had to be her. The charm was right. The body was right. The voice was right. Stoney's mom! What the fuck! I was stunned but then as I regained myself I started to think about it. Stoney's mom was at both his and Jack's party; she catered both. Plus, she probably knew from Stoney what nights I was home and what nights I was out. Jesus. I was having phonesex with a 55 year-old woman. Worse, I had fucked a 55 year-old broad to oblivion and back. And, it had been good. No, it had been great.

Stoney's mom was washing some dishes at the sink. Her back was to me. Jesus, what the hell was her first name? She was always Mrs. S., or Stoney's mom, or Mrs. Santucci. Her first name? Then I remembered: Lisa. Lisa Santucci. I looked at Mrs. Lisa Santucci from behind. She did have a nice ass, full and swelling. And, her body was full of soft, plush curves. She had thick salt and pepper hair. And I remembered those big brown eyes of hers and that wide, full mouth. Thank God Stoney's dad was dead, bless his soul. I watched Mrs. S. shift from foot to foot. Her ass rolled luxuriously behind her. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. Shit, I thought, I'm getting a hard-on thinking about my best friend's mom while Stoney's in the freaking basement. My cock had a life of its own - - I could feel it crawling down the leg of my pants as I thought about the wild sex Mrs. S. and I had had at Jack's party. The old broad could really fuck.

I had an idea.

I turned around and went down to talk to Stoney. He desperately wanted a DVD player, but he didn't have enough cash. When I got to the basement, I told him I'd lined up a DVD player for him. He had to go down to Fat Jack's and pick it up. Fat Jack was a pawnbroker who ran a shop off Flatbush, a 20 minute drive. I'd forgotten that I told Fat Jack to expect tonight around six. If he hurried, he could make it in time. Stoney was all smiles and gratitude. He grabbed his car keys, told me to tell his mom to hold dinner, and left through the basement door. I flipped open my cellular and dialed Fat Jack.

"Jackie," I said when I hear Fat Jack's voice. "This is Lenny."

"Yo Lenni, how you doin'?" Jack asked.

I explained that Stoney was on his way, to give him a DVD player. I'll pay you back tomorrow Jack, I told him, and I'll through in another fifty if you can keep Stoney there for a half-hour.

"How am I gonna do that, Lenny?" Jack asked.

"I don't care how you do it you fat ol' Sardinian," I answered. "Just do it."

He agreed, and we hung up. Meanwhile, I headed back upstairs.

Mrs. S. was still washing dishes, her back to the kitchen door. Silently, I crept up behind her until I was a foot or two away. Then, I walked up behind her and put one hand on the sink edge on either side of her, trapping her. I leaned in, over her shoulder, my crotch tight against her full ass.

"Lenny!" She almost shouted as I moved my body into place. "What are you doing?"

She tried to back up, but I held her in place. I squeezed her between my forearms and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You slut," I whispered into her right ear. "You fuck me like that and then you leave me? Where's the gratitude?"

I could feel Mrs. S's body freeze at my words.

"L-L-L-Lenny," she stuttered. "I really .. .I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!"

She squirmed but I held her steady, pressing her hips against the sink counter with my crotch.

"No more time for games, bitch," I muttered into her ear. "You know what you've been doing. And I do too. And, you know you loved it. You cock-loving old slut."

Mrs. S. flushed. She started breathing hard. But, she had stopped struggling. As I pressed my hard cock against her soft ass, I could hear her breathing quicken.

"Lenny," she gasped. "Where's Stoney? My god. He's gonna kill you if he sees this."

"He's gone," I whispered in Mrs. S's ear. "He'll be gone for at least an hour."

I could sense her relief. Her body relaxed slightly, and I shifted my arms off the sink edge, up to her breasts. One hand on each breast, I started to squeeze and massage, pushing her breasts up and out, then mashing them together. Meanwhile, I started to slowly rotate my hips against her ass.

"Admit it," I said. "Admit we fucked on the phone. Admit we fucked at Jack's. You're the one.

Mrs. S. gasped. She started to melt into my arms, her body slowly rolling in rhythm to my thrusts.

"No," she said, then sighed low and loud. "No, it wasn't me. I'm just an old lady."

I snorted. "Some old lady. Admit it, you love cock. You love my nice fat cock."

"No, no," Mrs. S. moaned, throwing her head back onto my shoulder, thrusting her breasts into my hand. Her whole body was rising and falling as I dry humped her ass.

"Oh, yes," I said with a growl. "You're just an old lady who loves cock. It's alright baby. I've got plenty of it here for you."

Mrs. S. moaned.

"Oh, Lenny, oh," she groaned. "Yes, baby, yes, yes, it was me. I love your cock."

She turned her head, and our mouths met in a furious, tongue-whipping kiss. Electricity flowed between our bodies, each tensed with sexual desire.

"Why?" I asked her, pulling away from her lips and running my hands up under her blouse to pinch her nipples.

"Ohhhhhh, Lenny," she sobbed. "I was so tired of it. I'd been watching you ever since Lou died. You and Stoney. So full of life. So handsome. So full of energy."

She groaned as I undid her bra and wrapped my hands around her huge tits, weighing one in each hand. I grasped her nipples between my fingers and rolled them gently, then more firmly.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, oh baby," she cried out. "But, I had to worry about Stoney. What would he say? I'm his mother. It was all I could do. C-c-c-call you like that."

"Hmmm," I answered, running my tongue into her ear. "Uh huh. Now we don't need the phone. Do we baby? Huh?"

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

I took my hands off her tits and started to undo the snap on her jeans. She began to writhe her ass against my cock, then she put her hands on her tits and arched her back. I unzipped her jeans, pulled my crotch away from her, and pulled her jeans down over her hips. There she stood, her jeans around her ankles, a pair of sheer panties stretched taut against her ass cheeks. It drove me wild and as I pulled her panties down with one hand, I tugged at my own jeans with my other hand. Soon her ass was free, and so was my rock hard cock. I pressed it into her fleshy ass.

"Ohhhh, Lenny," she moaned. "Oh baby, you know I love your cock. Uhhhh . . . oh baby."

With that, she reached around to grab my cock and siezed it in her hand. It was my turn to groan. I reached down across her belly with one hand to play with her pussy. I returned my other hand to massage her tits. We were frenzied: she yanking my dick, and me fingering her hot pussy and mangling her breasts.

"Stick it in, you slut," I groaned.

She moaned and guided my dick into her cunt.

"Oh you fucking cock-hungry whore," I groaned. "Come on. Take my dick."

Mrs. S. moaned and I pushed my cock up through her cunt lips. As I entered her, she gasped and then pushed back on the sink, impaling her sweet pussy on my dick. I dropped my hands to her hips and gave a quick, forceful thrust. My cock was buried up to my pubes in her pussy.

"Oh yes," she shouted. "That's it lover. Ahhhhhhh."

Groaning, I shook my hips and then slowly began pushing and pulling her on and off my cock. I glanced down to watch her ass cheeks wobble as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy. Soon, I began building up steam, slamming my hips against her ass on each stroke. As she moaned in pleasure, I fucked her even faster, growing more furious as I saw her ass bouncing back and forth on my dick.

"Ahhhhh," Mrs. S. groaned. "Fuck me, Lenny. Fuck me, baby. Ohhhhhh. Yessss."

My cock was hardening fast and my balls were slapping furiously against her ass. I shifted my hands to her shoulders and pulled her hard back against my dick for maximum penetration. She gasped, then seemed to choke with pleasure. Our crotches locked tightly together, I pumped her ass violently, shaking her whole body.

"Ohhhhh," she screamed. Then she began sobbing in pleasure. "Ahhhh . . .mmmm . . oh, Lenny. . . .ohhhhh ba-ba-ba-baby."

I was drilling her ass like I a madman. I broke out into a sweat and groaned. Mrs. S. jerked one hand off the sink edge and reached down to begin squeezing my nuts. That was it. With a tremendous burst, my cock exploded, shooting gallon after gallon of cum. Mrs. S. screamed. I shouted. My climax was over but my body just kept going, my hips pounding away at her pussy. Slowly, my brain and body caught up with each other. Huffing and puffing with exertion, I looped my arms around her waist and lifted her up with a satisfied groan. I held her there, in a kind of bear hug, for a few seconds, then with a final grunt I dropped her back to the ground.

"My god, oh my god, Lenny," Mrs. S. panted. "Oh lord. Baby."

We were both trembling, with pleasure and exhaustion, trembling in the wake of our sudden, surprising fuck. My chest heaved, and as I caught my breath my cock slipped out of her cunt. I paused. Then, I spun her around to face me. Her hair hung over her face, and I parted it to plant a kiss on her lips. Her eyes were dazed, her cheeks were flushed apple red. Her tongue met mine and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist pulled her to me, our wet crotches mashed together.

After a long kiss, we slumped onto each others' shoulders.

"Hmmmm," I sighed. "You sure know how to fuck."

I could feel her smile.

"The feeling is mutual, baby," she whispered hoarsely.

We pulled apart, and I kissed her again. She smiled and leaned down to step out of her jeans.

"Oh my," she said. "Guess I better clean up."

"Uh huh," I answered. "We better get back to normal before Stoney gets back."

She laughed.

"Normal," Mrs. S. laughed. "I don't think we'll ever get back to that baby."

With that, she picked up her jeans and headed upstairs. I pulled my boxers up and then my pants. My legs were still shakey from all the fucking.

Mystery solved, I said to myself. Too bad I can't share the solution with Stoney. I chuckled and grabbed a beer from the fridge. A half hour later, Stoney came back from Fat Jack's, happy as a lark with his new DVD player tucked under his arm. We all sat down to a mountain of pasta and meat sauce.

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smooth273smooth273over 16 years ago

Great Story. Is there a part 2 in the works?

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