Corrupting the Bradley's - Anja

As befitting her Nordic heritage, the two splendid cones were set high on her shimmying chest, flawlessly alabaster with small purplish veins pleasantly visible through the seemingly translucent skin.

Neither as big nor as fully rounded as his mother's magnificent jugs, Mrs. Bradley's breasts were nonetheless perfect in their own way, with each grapefruit-sized globe topped by a cherry red nipple encircled by a roseate areola as big as a poker chip, although presently crinkled to hardened nubs with her profound excitement.

"I need you to take me, Kellen. Do you understand what I mean by that?" she pressed the envelope, deliberately leaning forward placing her delightful tits within reach, desperate for him take them in his hands, squeezing and bobbling the gelatinous pair as the first man to touch her other than Frank since her marriage.

Expressing her desires fully ensuring they were fulfilled by her young prey, Mrs. Bradley understandably had no way of knowing our corrupted youth was quite familiar with the act of taking a woman, and that she was in fact the prey, not the predator.

Without prompting, Kellen slipped his large hands beneath the gentle slope of Anja's tempting globes, lifting them in his warm palms, testing their density while impressing his thumbs into her rigid nipples.

"Uh-huh," she exhaled reflexively with the sensation.

It was an indescribable moment for them both, with the admirable mother nearly hyperventilating at the touch of her sensitive breasts by the 18-year-old son of the outwardly respectable Tyler family up the street.

Neither Anja nor Kellen could quite believe this sudden, unconscionable change in their relationship was happening, but were equally enthralled, with our fascinated son balancing the spongy glands in his inquisitive hands and fondling them lightly without objection.

Anja was every bit as entranced, with Kellen's hands both foreign and familiar, tenderly exploring her glorious tits as ripe melons. The enamored look in his wondrous eyes told her she did indeed have what he wanted, and she was ready to give it all to him.

Breaking from her delighted reverie, Anja rose, standing before our impressionable son, and deftly unhooking the button of her shorts, dropping the zipper letting them fall past her elegant legs, landing beside her discharged blouse and bra.

All that was left of the 38-year-old mother's modesty was a plain pink cotton hi-cut bikini panty. She hadn't expected company, so it was a simple, yet highly appealing look clearly showing she trimmed along the panty lines, while beyond that her mound was tantalizingly hidden from view.

Mrs. Bradley's legs stayed slightly parted in her brazen stance with hands on her narrow hips inadvertently showing a telltale hint of shadowy feminine dew marking the crotch in an immodest display of her sublime arousal.

"Kellen, when I say take me, I mean, fuck me," Anja explained, confronting our son dauntlessly while not realizing the level of his recent sexual experience and speaking crudely using words he'd never heard her utter.

Summarily dropping to her knees, an impatient Mrs. Bradley reached for the waistband of his loose shorts where he sat.

"Oh, um, very accommodating," she giggled with the realization he wore no underwear, intrigued just as Emma suggested she might be and pulling further.

Impassioned, Anja's reaction took a different tone, and she subconsciously held her breath as the waistband breached the tip of our excited son's semi-hard cock, then continued downward as he considerately lifted his butt from the cushion releasing the shorts fully to his knees and then ankles.

"Ohhhhh my, you truly are quite the man, aren't you, Kellen?" Anja's voice was now throaty with carnality at the first sight of our well-hung youngster's plentiful manhood.

Freed of its cage to the wonderment of this forbidden woman so suddenly available, Kellen's resilient lance sprang energetically to life, reaching its nearly 8" span with a tensing bob up his pelvis. The smooth purplish knob bulged with teeming blood and the pinkish shaft grew, emphasizing the eye-opening appeal of its substantial girth.

"My goodness, honey, I had no idea you had such a beautiful cock," the fallen mother gushed, surprised, and undeniably gratified at the treasure she'd discovered in the neighboring stud's pants.

Kellen's golf ball-sized testicles hung loosely in their fleshy bag and Anja subliminally traced her tongue around her lips expressing her hunger, scrutinizing the manly package surrounded by his masculine growth of dense auburn curls.

Afraid to touch, less from intimidation than a fear such an abrupt move might trigger a premature eruption so common to young men, especially those unexpectedly confronting the naked beauty of their best friend's mother, Anja contented herself merely admiring the new toy with which she planned to become well-acquainted.

"Yes, Kellen, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me long and hard and often, and I want it every way possible," Anja growled with animalistic fervor in words he never imagined the kindly woman using just an hour ago.

A wicked gleam filled Anja's inflamed blue eyes, conveying her lust and also her compassion, with a reassurance she was still the same kindly mother he'd always known, but with a wanton passion kept bottled up inside.

"First, I want to show you I'm willing to do anything and everything you want," she whispered, externalizing with Jekyll and Hyde duality her fierce craving, and burying the helpful motherly persona he recognized so well.

Tenderly she stroked her neatly filed red fingernails up the underside of his dense shaft, barely scraping the surface sending the aroused pole dancing atop his abdomen with a life of its own.

"Uhhh," Kellen sighed instinctively, disbelieving the reality that virtuous Mrs. Bradley was actively teasing his cock.

"I want what you've got here," Anja crooned, devilishly raising her eyebrow, and cupping her gentle palm beneath his heavy balls, lifting the laden pair, appreciative of their size and potent contents.

"Then, once I have that, I want what you've got here," she added, gliding her fingers smoothly along his ardent shaft and drawing them perceptively along the sides in an expression of intense need for his splendid cock.

At the bloated tip, Anja ran her index finger over the small pool of precum in the eye of the twitching stanchion. It was a dangerous move considering the precarious nature of our eager son's sexual ferment, but she simply couldn't resist tempting her young stud with the promise of gratification under the nurturing of an experienced older woman.

Anja badly needed our virile son ready, and more importantly, capable of giving her a long, hard ride extinguishing the fire in her heated pussy. She fully expected Kellen wouldn't last long during this initial foray into her illicit adultery, and an early launch wasn't conducive to the desired goal of him fucking her five ways to Sunday.

Wise and forward-thinking, the horny housewife assumed releasing Kellen's powerful need with softness of her velvet mouth served that ultimate result well. Delinquently, she was also curious to taste the vibrancy of his robust seed.

"Kellen, you're about to see a part of me no one's ever seen, even my husband," the anxious mother proposed, wary that secrecy be maintained before taking this last irretrievable step into perdition with our youthful son.

"You can't tell Tim and you can't tell your mom," Anja warned nervously, unable to overcome what little reluctance was left in her soul and not wanting to anyway. "You can't tell anyone!"

"I understand, Mrs. Br-uh, Anja," Kellen agreed wholeheartedly, understanding her concerns, with no intention of telling Tim, and every intention of telling his mother.

"I was hoping you'd agree, my sweet hunk, because now your best friend's mom is going to suck your big cock 'til I drain your balls dry, and I promise you'll love every second of it," she growled throatily, relief in her eyes and licking her lips hungrily, sending the purposeful message.

Lifting the rigid column at the base, the black-haired enchantress lowered her unpainted lips to the expansive crown, sumptuously drawing her moist pink tongue around the supple surface with a comforting wink and expressively wicked smile on her face.

"Ohhh, wow, oh, Mrs. Bradley," Kellen moaned, reverting to her familiar surname in a way sending a perverse thrill throughout her half-nude body, shaking her luscious tits enticingly.

"Ummm, and such a lovely young cock, Kellen," Anja raved indecently, laying it on heavy emphasizing the extremely impure act of blowing Tim's 18-year-old buddy for her own twisted gratification.

Knowing Emma accepted, approved, and even advocated this promiscuous evening fed Anja Bradley's lascivious side, while talking so lewdly filled her with a rush of erotic energy. It was swallowing the magnificent flesh column, however, that was the completion of a warped fantasy she didn't even realize she harbored in the demented recesses of her mind.

"Do I still look beautiful, Kellen, with your cock in my mouth?" the increasingly depraved housewife nastily queried, wrapping her lips around his cockhead, and engulfing the first four inches of the thick shaft with excruciating slowness.

"Ahhh, oh yes," our son babbled, beyond belief at the sight of her pink lips strained thin around the meaty stalk then seeing her cheeks hollow as the lush petals stretched erotically along it's veined length withdrawing to the tip.

A thin coating of saliva remained in the wake, Anja's adoring blue eyes fixed on his incredulous face, followed by an audible pop upon releasing the rim, and a wanton smile as the glistening knob bobbed just below her quivering chin.

"I hoped you'd think so. Bet you never thought Tim's mom sucked cock, huh?" Anja gloated satisfactorily, enjoying the verbal taunting more than she ever expected, and including a lewd reference to her son for added measure.

"Ohhh, no," Kellen groaned expressively.

Stunned, our son stared dumbfounded as the admired matron again swallowed the fat knob to the entrance of her throat but didn't take it past. Whether capable or not he wasn't sure, but at the moment, he didn't really care, as the sensation of her warm mouth was overwhelming enough.

"Did you ever imagine it, Kellen? Did you ever imagine uptight Mrs. Bradley giving you head? Of her sucking the big hard cock of her son's best friend?" Anja pressed extravagantly, not so much to hear the answer about Kellen's adolescent fantasies, but simply because speaking aloud the imagery turned her on so immensely.

"Nuh-no, ma'am, I mean, not until just recently," he answered truthfully, never thinking of her sexually until his mother planted the lascivious idea in his head.

"Really now, that is interesting," she considered suspiciously, before continuing her disreputable banter. "I should tell you, though, I don't do it often. Well, at least not anymore, but then, I don't ever get an opportunity to suck a cock as marvelous as this one."

Anja studied the powerful tool, thinking briefly about stringing out the unconscionable blowjob.

Instead, the inspired housewife decided to simply take down her quarry, assuming there'd be many future opportunities exquisitely edging the potent youngster in a more deliberate oral performance. With that as her goal, Anja shifted her hand to gently encapsulate Kellen's tightening ball sack, lightly tugging and massaging his brimming testicles.

Noting the flash of her gold wedding band pressed against the wrinkled flesh, the cheating wife smiled sinfully, dismissing the symbol of marital fidelity in a fit of lustful anger as a reminder of Frank's infidelity.

"Mmmunnh, so thick. Such a big cock," she moaned, wolfing down Kellen's steely pole again, bobbing up and down with a renewed vengeance, intent on gaining his explosive climax satisfying her growing desire to taste his vital seed.

Anja had big plans for the evening, now resolved to her extramarital adventure and taking the role of the 'experienced older woman' zealously educating Kellen in the joys of sex while bestowing the myriad charms she possessed.

"Awwnnh, unnh, ohhh," our faltering son's sighs grew deeper as Tim's mother applied her unexpectedly skilled techniques working his spastic rod with a constant and effective rhythm.

Kellen stared down his rock-ribbed abdomen at the vision of the pretty European wife intently vacuuming his throbbing cock with the enthusiasm of a college coed, and more remarkably, a supremely pleased glimmer radiating in her bewitching blue eyes sucking down his length over and over.

"Ohh, ohhh, Mrs., uh, Anja, ahhh, that's, ah, so nice. I'm gonna, uhh, I'm gonna cum," Kellen sighed as the tension in his loins built to bursting and the wonderful numbing sensation just before his orgasm flooded his pelvis.

Her athletic buck's urgency was exactly what Anja wanted to hear, content giving Kellen the benefit of her neglected oral talents and gratified feeling the power of the unrestrained youth's virility pulsing in her mouth ready to blow.

Gazing at the transcendent ecstasy overcoming his clean-cut visage, Anja thought momentarily to the sweet young man entering her house earlier mistakenly searching for her son. Now, appreciative of his buoyant vigor, the wholesome picture quickly vanished, replaced by the reality of the muscular stud's sturdy cock she passionately devoured.

"Yes, ohhh, Anja, suck me off. Awwhhh yes, please, make me cum!" Kellen called his need for release.

Sensing his hips shift involuntarily, the mature mother braced for his eruption, diving once more along the fluctuating column of fitful cock flesh before circling her plush lips around the rim of the erratic crown.

"Oh, ohh, I'm cumming!" Kellen yelped, firing a salvo of heated spunk onto her tongue and trembling mightily, rapturously pouring forth the warm, salty jism coating the inside of her mouth, and quickly joined by another heavy dose filling her cheeks.

"Mummph, mumm," Anja gurgled vocally, savoring the youthful consistency of the thick cream, and swallowing it gladly even as another dollop burst from the spewing eye of his cockhead.

"Ahhh, yes, Mrs. Bradley, ohh, swallow my cum," Kellen whimpered, his voice wavering while reflexively reverting to her formal name simply out of habit, launching a third and fourth spurt with diminishing strength from his emptying balls into her firmly fixed mouth.

"Slup, muuh, umm," Anja eagerly drank his abundant elixir, suctioning on the tip nursing every drop from his overflowing testicles, certain the reservoir would soon fill again when he was ready for the real action to follow.

Kellen wallowed in a post-orgasmic haze, languishing on the couch with his flagging cock enveloped in Anja's comforting mouth, until the late-30's suburban mom finally let his saliva saturated staff slip from her slobbery lips.

Already amazed by the turn of events, our gratified son's brain worked overtime adjusting to the fact Mrs. Bradley, Tim's modest, conforming, and outwardly respectable mother, had just superbly sucked him off.

"Whew, that was a lot," she drew a deep breath, her tummy pleasantly filled with his forbidden semen and the fresh taste of his savory essence lingering on her tongue - a flavor she intended to experience again, and quite often.

"You taste yummy, Kel. Feel better now?" Anja complimented graciously and asking how he was doing with no expectation of an answer.

"Uh-huh," Kellen merely inhaled and exhaled, stunned at the depraved performance by the woman he viewed so reverently, now smiling beguilingly with a thin veneer of his cum glazing her lush lips.

"You were so hard, and oh my goodness, I've forgotten how much semen a healthy young stud produces," she added adoringly, and also proud of her effort. "So Kellen, do you see how much I have to offer?"

"Oh, yes ma'am," her teen lover whispered gratefully in a funny gesture of respect for the mature matron who'd unimaginably given him a spectacular blowjob.

"Now, I need a class of wine, and I think you've earned one too," Anja said, rising to her feet, immodestly revealing the wet spot in her cotton panties was noticeably larger after the torrid performance and readying herself for round two.

Kellen lay silently in his splendor watching the nearly nude Finnish wife saunter unsteadily towards the kitchen, with the wobbly steps sending her delightfully plump bottom swaying invitingly in the pink cloth.

"I've gotta tap that ass," he assured himself shamefully, understanding from Anja's own scandalous words promising to do anything and everything, that taking her backdoor was now a distinct possibility.

"Don't linger too long on that couch, Kellen. My bed is more comfortable," the suddenly libertine mother's voice rang from the kitchen in a tone he'd heard hundreds of times but in an entirely different context.

"I have big plans for that beautiful cock tonight, and I'm going to need it good and hard. I'm going to need it a lot," she advised, signaling she meant business.

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"Come with me, stud. Let's take this party to my room," Anja wooed licentiously, returning with two glasses of wine.

Kellen gawked at the dazzling mother's firm tits jostling as she strolled in his direction, much as her ass had when she exited, realizing he dearly wished to play in the sweet softness of the fleshy mounds learning the nuances of her appealing body.

"Whoa!" Kellen exclaimed when, handing him a glass, Anja assertively grasped her soon-to-be lover's softened cock within her gentle grip, leading him obediently towards her bedroom in a trance-like state of fascination and lust.

Our enraptured son had entered the Bradley's bedroom once or twice with Tim, collecting some sundry item for Anja or Frank, but it was still foreign territory to our excitable youth. Certainly, he never dreamed of visiting the marital chamber stark naked, joined by Mrs. Bradley wearing only pink panties harboring naughty intentions.

Only ten minutes had passed since Kellen came so voluminously in Anja's welcoming mouth, yet he resiliently felt the twinge of a new erection on the horizon merely approaching the sanctified suite. Clearly, his refractory period was nearing an end, much to his glowing paramour's hopes, and to her ultimate benefit.

It was around 7:00 p.m., but from the enthusiasm exhibited by Mrs. Bradley and the hungry look in her eyes, Kellen knew he wasn't going home anytime soon, nor get much sleep tonight.

"Welcome to my bedroom, Kellen, and to my bed. I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time here with you," Anja enlisted seductively, a nervous energy of pure exhilaration edging her voice as they entered the hallowed space.

Kellen walked tentatively, not from fear, but simply because it was so bizarre being invited inside. Unsurprisingly, he was still adapting to the idea of Mrs. Bradley as a sexual woman, rather than just the friendly mother taking care of he and Tim on his previous visits.

"Lay on the bed, sweetie," she suggested, pulling down the quilted cover and plush sheets.

Taking a big gulp of wine, our son set his glass on the bedside table and dutifully followed her directions, laying on the soft sheets and pulling them over his recumbent form.

"Oh, don't do that, Kellen. I can't see your gorgeous body and that magnificent cock," the smitten matron immediately admonished with a promiscuous lilt.

Once again doing as told, just as he'd been raised to do, Kellen dropped the sheets to his feet and rested his head on the pillow, drawing his powerful arms behind his neck with legs parted setting his athletic body on vivid display.

'A vast improvement over Frank. Serves the cheating bastard right,' she thought, her anger revitalized, assuaging her own guilt, while most definitely enjoying the 'upgrade' with a smirk as her fit young lover unwittingly occupied the same side of the bed as her womanizing husband.