A Short Story - Mrs Warren

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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She tripped as I followed her into the house. I was waiting outside for someone to answer the door. My friend, Kelly. But a couple of minutes passed and I was going to text to see where she was, but her mum came jogging up the path.

Her mum. I hate seeing her mum. She turns me into a jibbering wreck. I trip, I mumble, I laugh stupidly, all because of my friends mum.

She's been out for a run, and slows to a walk as she approaches, her big smile spreading across her face as she gets closer. Tight running bottoms cling to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination, her top is tight too, zipped up over large gorgeous breasts.

"She's out." She says, in her husky tone. "But, you can come in and wait, if you like?" She smiles again. I think I said "Yes, please." But sense I said something unintelligible because she paused and smirked as she took a solitary key from her pocket.

The door unlocked and she stepped into the house, in my eagerness i followed suit, and caught the back of her trainer with my shoe. She fell, and I stared down at her as she tried to gather herself up. I stepped over her and closed the door, locking it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me Mrs Warren." I say.

She looks up at me as she starts to get back up. "Thats ok. I'm alright." She checks her hands as she sits on her knees.

"Oh no, Mrs Warren, I mean for what I'm going to do."

Her face drops in a look of shock. I crouch in front of her and take the zip. I pull it down and her hand comes up to stop me. I hold her wrist tight. "Don't resist me." I snarl. And stifle her attempts.

Her jacket splays open, a tight white sports bra on full display, great orbs compacted within. I wrench her jacket down her arms and push her back. She's completely off balance and startled as I grab her ankles and fling off her trainers. She tries to kick me, but she's too bewildered to hit me.

My fingers find the top of her trousers and I force them down her thighs. Her pussy is hidden between her legs, a small dark triangle is just in view. My mouth waters but her legs are shut tight in her alarm. I pull the jogging bottoms further down and force her knees apart, my hand slipping into the gap.

She's wet and warm, and my fingers find her excited.

"Please stop. I don't want this." She says.

I pull a sock from her pedicured foot, a small addidas trainer liner, and force it into her mouth. She stares at me dumbfounded as I fuck her. My fingers, two of them are inside her slick slimy tunnel. It squeezes my fingers and I feel her wetness, she's tight and warm.

Her C-Section scar turns me on, from where my best friend was born. I feel nothing but lust and passion for the hot mum I'm finger banging, I listen to her muffled moans.

"Pull your top off, or I'll make this worse. And if you tell anyone, I'll have your arse next time."

She tries to hold herself up and pulls up her bra. Her tits, they are perfect, unnaturally pert and high. Her husband spoiled her rotten, and I want a piece. I pinch a nipple that stands to attention. I place my face into her sweaty fake bosom. She's salty and nice.

My fingers screw her harder, I rub my thumb over her clit, my best fuck yet, I run my hand up her neck and take her blonde tousled hair in my hands and pull her head back. I lick her neck as I double finger her cunt.

Her eyes open wide and she looks excited as her hips rock and I watch her cum. I take the sock from her mouth and make her gag on my soiled pretty fingers. My long black hair hangs over her face as I laugh forgivingly at her.

I kiss her lips, she draws herself up and smiles. "She might be home soon. We can't be caught, not like this on the hallway floor." She looks concerned.

"When can we come out Hayleigh?" I plead. "It's killing me."

"I know. Just wait. The times not right. But, we'll be together soon."