Adventures of a Towel Boy Ch. 02byJunichiro©
"Mmm, you like that, baby?"
I was balls deep in Sherry. This was the sixth time we'd fucked in the three days since our first encounter.
"You like that nice, tight pussy?"
I was on top of her, fucking her hard and fast like an animal. She squirmed beneath me, moaning and rubbing her tits in time with my thrusts.
"Mmm, is that pussy good for you baby? You like fucking me?
I did, of course. Over the past three days, we'd had sex in every position we could think of. We met every night after her daughter, Vicky, was asleep, and every day when she was at the beach.
"God, you fuck me so good. Mmm, GOD yes! I'm going to come soon, baby. You want me to come for you baby? You want to feel this pussy come, want to feel it squeeze and milk your cock?"
I did, more than anything at that moment. I fucked her even harder then, building her up even more as I felt my own orgasm approaching.
"God yes. Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Oooh, I can tell you're getting close too... are you going to come with me? You going to fill up my pussy with that hot come while I squeeze your hard dick? Mmm, god, I can't hold back baby, I'm coming! Oh fuck I'm coming so hard, come with me baby, fuck, come in me, fill me up, FUCK!"
With that, her whole body tightened up. She arched her back, closed her eyes, and began to scream and gasp as she came even harder than usual. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, squeezing it, rubbing it, massaging it, urging me on to my climax. Within a couple of short seconds, I came to the tune of her writhing, shuddering form, my cock spasming in her pussy, shooting wave after wave of come deep inside of her.
I collapsed on top of her after that, giving us both a chance to catch our breath and regain our senses. "Fuck," she said. "Fuck, that was amazing."
I could only nod.
"See you again tomorrow?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied, and she ushered me out the door. This was the only problem with our relationship, such as it was: after each of our trysts, I had to leave quickly, making sure we didn't get caught. I wouldn't have minded, as Vicky was a hot number herself in ways distinct from those of her mother, but Sherry was understandably not eager to have her walk in on us. So I left that night, as I had each night before, and went back to my room alone.
But I didn't arrive there alone. Outside of my room, I had a surprise waiting for me: Vicky, dressed in short white pajama shorts and a white tank top that displayed a generous amount of cleavage. Her blond hair was slightly mussed, some strewn into her face. As my eyes traced a line from her beautiful face down to her slender legs, my balls, drained just moments before, began to churn, and I felt that sense of arousal creep up again.
"Can we talk for a sec?"
"Sure," I said. Vicky and I had seen each other a fair amount over the past few days, though only in an official capacity as I replaced towels for her and her mother. Still, we chatted, flirted a bit, and were generally friendly. "What's up?"
"I think you know," she said.
"Fine, have it your way. You're fu--sleeping with my mother."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Vicky, but I really don't have time for this right now... I've got an early day tomorrow, and--"
"I heard you."
"I HEARD you, Andrew. Last night. I couldn't get to sleep, and I was reading, and I heard someone come into my mom's room. At first I was worried, but then I recognized your voice and figured it was ok. I was just about to come over and say hi when I heard... other things."
"I heard you talking. I heard you kissing. I heard her unzipping your pants, and when I put my ear to the wall, I could even just barely hear her sucking your cock." She licked her lips just slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"Of course, I didn't have to have my ear to the wall to hear you fucking her, did I? No, I could hear that just fine from my bed."
"No, don't worry. I'm not mad. In fact, it turned me on." She moved in closer. "You didn't expect that, did you? That the daughter of the woman you're fucking would be listening in and getting nice and wet?" She was leaning into me now, whispering breathily in my ear. "That she'd be rubbing her little pussy? Getting herself off listening to you fuck her hot mom?" She reached down and gently rubbed my hard dick through my pants. "Mmm, I can see why she was enjoying it so much. Want to go inside?"
I did. I threw open the door and within seconds she was kissing me fiercely. I would have figured her for being more the shy type, but it turned out she was nearly as aggressive as her mother. Suddenly, she dropped to the floor and pulled my pants down. For a moment, she seemed taken aback at the site of my cock, as though her innocence were shining through. But then she began to stroke it. God, it felt so good. She stroked it slowly, not out of hesitation but out of playfulness, with the same look in her eye that a cat gets when it's toying with its prey.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
I could only nod. She began to pick up speed, and as she did, she slipped a hand down her shorts and began to rub her pussy. I could see the moisture beginning to seep through the thin fabric. She jerked me faster as she began to moan.
"Mmm I love your cock, Andrew. Nice and h-hard for me." Her breathing was getting ragged. "D-do you li-li-like that baby? You like m-my h-hahaaaaaa-hand on your cock?"
Her fingers were working overtime in her shorts at this point, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she got herself off. In the heat of the moment, I reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head, exposing her gorgeous breasts. They were a little on the small side, at least compared to her mother's huge rack, but they were something to behold. They sagged just the tiniest bit and then upturned, accentuating her small pink nipples. I fondled them as she continued to beat me off, harder and faster now. She seemed to enjoy this.
"Mmmm yeah g-grab my tits baby! Oh god oh fuck it feels so good! Oh god I'm gonna come baby, come with me? Come on my little titties baby, oh fuck I want to feel it! Ohh f-fuck here it comes!"
Her legs clenched up and she began to writhe and contort on the floor as she came, never letting go of my dick. I came at the same time, pumping in her hand as I sprayed several large spurts of come onto her hot eighteen-year-old tits.
Vicky took a few minutes to regain her composure, then went in the bathroom to clean herself up. When she reemerged, clothed, she spoke:
"As I was saying: I'm not mad at you," she said.
"Yeah, I'm getting that," I replied.
"But my mom might be, if she knew I knew, you see what I mean?"
"I guess, but how would she find out?"
"She won't... if you help me out with something," said Vicky.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon and tomorrow night, I want you to fuck my mom again."
"I was probably going to do that anyway," I joked.
"Yeah, I thought so," she said, "but there's one more thing."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"I want to watch."