Explorations Ch. 05byReardon1©
Author's note: I welcome feedback for all the stories in this series, my first attempt. This chapter focuses on Jessica and Dan's mother, Amy. I decided to try writing it in first person from her point of view. Hope I was successful and as always thanks for reading.
My eyes fluttered open and I looked over at the clock on the nightstand; the digital clock read 11:30 PM. Lifting my head, I was still woozy from my nap. The covers were in a heap at the foot of the queen-sized bed and my leg was draped over the back of the young man's leg lying next to me still asleep. Sitting up, I could feel the dried cum on my neck, breasts, and belly. After he sprayed his hot cum all over me, he told me he wanted me to stay like I was, covered with his seed, like an animal marking his territory. Earlier, I had told him that I wanted him to take me and use my body for his own selfish needs. He did exactly as I had hoped.
I slowly stood, hoping not to wake him. He stirred momentarily and shifted on his side, his big cock resting against his leg. I stood there for a moment, marveling at the young man's toned body and the incredible stamina he had displayed in the late afternoon and early evening. I thought about waking him for another round; it had been a couple of hours after all. I finally decided however that I needed to get home.
Closing the bathroom door, I turned on the shower and, waiting for the water to get hot, looked into the mirror. What a mess! My long, dark hair was disheveled; my mascara had run from my eyes from tearing up while trying to deep throat his cock, and my body was covered in dried cum. In short, I was in desperate need of a shower.
Steam billowing from the bathtub, I stepped in and felt the hot blast of the water spray against my skin. My knees ached from taking it from behind and my thighs ached from bouncing up and down on his cock. The water soothed my muscles and felt good against my skin. It was only after I had rinsed off the soap and stood under the shower, the water hitting the back of my neck, that the familiar and overwhelming guilt hit me. What the fuck was I doing? Here I was, washing off the spoils of an illicit encounter with someone 17 years my junior in a hotel room. Unfuckingbelievable! The worst part was that I didn't just fuck some college kid; I fucked a college kid who resembled my son. I fucked a college kid and pretended he was my son!
How could I possibly face Dan and Jessica at Christmas? How could I talk to my daughter knowing that she had sent me a home movie of her and Dan fucking our neighbor and that I had done nothing? My silence had to have been taken by her as my consent. I should have driven up to her college and slapped her into next week; I should have made her live at home and commute to school; I should have done a lot of things. What I did do was watch her little movie at least twice a week since it arrived, fucking myself with my fingers or my dildo until I came. Each time I imagined it was my son's cock bringing me to orgasm and each time I was left with an enormous guilt. Days later, the cycle would begin again – yearning, lust, fulfillment, guilt – week after torturous week. I soon got tired of doing all the work myself, and one night a couple of weeks ago, after having seen my children at Thanksgiving, I decided I needed more. The four days they were home were complete torture. I went from complete and utter lust for not only my son, but amazingly for my daughter as well, to an overwhelming guilt that made me leave their presence at times, making up some excuse of having to run errands. That's what led to this.
Two weeks ago, the morning after another viewing of Jessica's movie, I went to my computer and did a search for sex personals. After sifting through several sites, I came across one that seemed to have a large database in the San Francisco area.
My fingers trembled as I registered for site access. I entered my credit card information and moved the cursor over the "Register Now" icon. My fingers hovered over the mouse, moist from nervousness and apprehension. I closed my eyes and clicked the button.
A few seconds later, a "User Profile" page loaded onto my computer screen. I crossed my arms over my breasts, crushing them as I looked over the page. "Well, here goes nothing."
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Ad Title: Thirty-Something Woman looking for Horny, Young Stud
Looking For: Man
Height: 5-11 to 6-3
Body Type: Athletic
Ad Text: I'm a 30-something woman looking for sex with a young, college stud. Only good-looking young men with large cocks need apply. Must be willing to meet at a hotel. Discretion is important. I am tall, have long, dark hair, large breasts, and I'm in excellent shape. My pictures are posted. Please send nude pictures with your message. Hope to hear from you soon.
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The next night I sat at my computer, wondering if anyone took the bait. My heart raced and I felt my body flush as I logged onto my email. Ten new messages! I quickly clicked the inbox icon and waited impatiently for the page to load. When the page finished, I quickly scanned the email addresses – one was from my friend, Bridgette; one was from one of my colleagues at work; eight had the email address from the personals site.
I clicked the first one. The email stated I had a new message and it provided a link to the site inbox. Without hesitation I went to the site and logged in. I clicked on the first message and quickly scrolled down to the pictures the sender had provided. None of them showed his face, which was what I expected; the pictures I had posted didn't show my face either. The guy was lean, tanned, and looked to be in good shape. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that seemed to have a nice bulge. I scrolled up to the message:
I'm 22 years old, single, and would love to meet you. Your pictures are beautiful. I hope to hear from you.
I placed his ad in the maybe column and moved on to the next message. Again I scrolled down to the pictures and immediately shook my head. He was out of shape and not the right type to match my fantasy. I deleted the message and went to the next one. The next guy's photos made me lick my lips with anticipation. He was 6-2, had a lean, muscular body and he was kind enough to include a picture of his cock. It was thick and exactly what I was looking for. I read his message:
I saw your pictures and knew I had to have you. I want to be the one who brings your fantasy to life. I'll meet you anytime you want (provided I don't have class!). I'm 20 years old and in college. Send me a note.
Talk to you soon,
After reading DaveR78's message, I sped through the other notes just to make sure. My hunch was right; Dave was exactly what I needed. Knowing that my fantasy may not be his cup of tea, I sent him a note, hoping he would be up for the game I so desperately wanted to play.
I'd love to meet up with you. I should warn you that I have a fantasy I want to play out. It may seem a little strange, but I promise that you will not be disappointed. Mommy wants to feel your hard cock inside her hot cunt. I want to be used and made to do nasty, taboo things to my son. If you want this, tell me when you're free and I'll get a hotel room in SF.
Don't keep me waiting long,
After sending my message, I went downstairs and had a late dinner while watching TV. The whole time I thought about this young man's dick and what he would do to me with it. It had been so long since I had sex, I was dying for a man to take charge of me and use me. I would do anything he wanted, so long as he called me mom.
The next morning before going to work, I logged onto the site and checked my messages. I had five new messages; one of them was from Dave.
"I'm free the next two Saturdays. Send me time and place. I can't wait to see you.
Your loving son"
Reading the last line of his message made me ache for his manhood; I actually felt a lump in my throat. My God, I thought, this is really going to happen. I wanted to pull down my panties and touch myself right then, but I had to make the 30-minute commute to work. Excited by the prospects of the coming week, I happily fought traffic going into the city.
The first thing I did when I got home was to send my "son" a message. I told him that we should meet the following Saturday at 4:00. I wrote that I would leave a message for him at the front desk, which would provide further instructions and the room number.
The next few days were absolute torture. I made myself refrain from masturbating; I wanted to be ready for him. That Friday after work, I went to my spa and got waxed, leaving a small strip of hair leading to my sex. After returning home I labored to pick out what I was going to wear. I went through my closet, brushing my fingers across the clothes that hung invitingly. Should I dress conservatively, like a prude mother should? Should I break out one of my sexy lingerie pieces that had gathered dust over the last couple of years? My eyes caught the red, babydoll halter dress I had bought last month but had yet to wear. I stripped off my business suit and slipped on the dress, turning to my full-length mirror. The halter-style provided support for my large breasts and the neckline scooped low, providing an inviting view. The dress' flared bottom caressed my upper thighs, giving any voyeur a great look at my long, toned legs. The feel of the fabric against my skin and the view in the mirror made feel young and lustful again. It was perfect.
It was mid-afternoon the next day when I took a shower in preparation for what I hoped would be a night I would never forget (and hopefully, not regret). As I lathered my body with soap, feeling the soft caress of my bath sponge on my supple skin, I imagined my son's hands gliding across my wet body. I reached down and touched myself; I was soaking wet and it wasn't from the water. I shook my head to knock myself back to reality. Not yet, I accosted myself, not yet.
At 2:45, I got in my car wearing the dress I had picked out and brought a small personal bag that had a change of clothes and toiletries. I then made the 35-minute trek up route 101 to San Francisco and the Marriot I had made reservations with a few days earlier. As I walked through the lobby I noticed a few people, both men and women, giving me the once over. I smiled to myself as I walked up to the counter, checked in, and left an envelope for Dan, the name I had told my coed to use for obvious reasons.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and adrenaline flowing through my veins as I walked into the empty elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. It was coming to the point where there was no turning back. If I had any reservations, now was the time. Dressed the way I was and starved for sex with this young stranger, I had no thoughts of backing out now. The walk from the elevator to the room seemed like it was a mile long. Finally, I slipped the key card into the door for room 852 and closed it behind me. I gave the room a walk through before placing my bag in the bathroom. It was 3:35. I looked into the bathroom mirror and had to smile seeing the image staring back at me. My breasts looked amazing in the dress. My long legs were tanned and freshly shaven. I glided my fingers from my knee, under my dress to the edge of the thong I was wearing. The feel of my smooth skin made me feel sexy and anxious for his hands to touch me. I paced the length of the room, waiting for my man to arrive. My only fear was that the night wouldn't live up to the fantasy. It wasn't long before I realized that it was silly of me to have such thoughts.
At 4:05 there was a knock at the door. The sound startled me and I jumped. As I slowly made my way to the door, I could feel the anticipation rise up in me and I took a deep breath, slowly exhaling before opening the door. The site of him at the door as it swung open made my pussy tingle.
"Hi, mom," he said with a boyish smile that made me want to jump him right there in the doorway.
"Hi, Dan. What are you doing here?" I hoped he could play along with this improvisation.
He hesitated only for a moment. "Oh, I was on my way back to campus but when I realized you were staying here for a conference I thought I'd come by and say hello."
I stepped aside, allowing him access to the room. "How thoughtful," I said, "why don't you come in."
Dave, I mean Dan, walked across the threshold and into the middle of the room by the bed. "So," he said, "what are you all dressed up for?"
"I have a dinner with some clients tonight. Do you like my dress?" I did a slow turn so that he could take in his prize for the evening. I could see a lust in his eyes I hadn't seen in a man in a long time.
"You look incredible, mom. Then again," he started as he moved a step toward me, "you always look amazing."
I feigned embarrassment. "Oh, Dan. I'm getting too old for such compliments. But, that's very kind of you to say."
He took another step closer, standing just outside my personal space and said, "You have to know that you are incredibly beautiful, mom. All my friends tell me how hot you are. I have to keep telling them that they're not good enough to have someone as beautiful and sexy as you."
I could feel the heat of his gaze on me as he moved closer. The electricity and tension in the room was palpable. I wasn't sure what to say except what I would probably say if it really was my son standing before me. "Do you really think I'm beautiful and...sexy?"
His tall, toned body was inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath as he answered, "Do you want to know why I tell my friends they're not good enough for you?"
I couldn't answer. I knew what was coming, but I was frozen.
He continued, "It's because I want you all to myself, mom."
The speed and force of his next movement shocked and surprised me. He quickly took me in his arms and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. I brought up my arms to his broad shoulders and tried (halfheartedly) to push away from him.
"Dan, what are you doing? We can't. I'm your mother for Christ's sake!" I loved where he was taking this and I went along for the ride.
"C'mon, mom. I've seen the way you look at me when I'm in the pool. I know you watch me from your room when I come out of the shower. I know you dream about me fucking you. Are you going to deny it, even now when we're here alone in this hotel room?"
His hand quickly went under my dress and cupped my pussy, rubbing my clit furiously through my panties. I closed my eyes, trying to take it all in.
"You're soaking wet, mom. Are you going to deny it now?" He continued to rub my clit as I let out a soft moan.
"But...I...have a dinner...to get to." I said, my knees starting to buckle under the pressure of his fingers on my button.
"The only dinner you're going to have tonight," he said as he turned me around and pressed my body against his in a strong hold, "is my cum."
Still holding me against him, he used his free hand to unzip his jeans. "But first, I need to feel that pussy around my cock. If you're really good, I'll let you swallow my load."
He bent me over the desk that was against the wall and spread my legs, my ass pointing straight at his crotch. He lifted up my dress and pushed aside my thong. I strained to look behind me and saw him lubricate his cock with his spit. He leaned down so that his mouth was next to my right ear, "You're going to get what you've always wanted, mom - your son's cock buried deep in your hole."
The words he whispered into my ear made me shudder. The moment I'd been waiting for all week was here. I braced myself and held my breath. A moment later, his hands planted on my shoulders, I felt his large member penetrate my pussy.
"Dan, please...don't do this! Don't make your mother into a whore!" I wanted it so badly that it was hard to keep up the act. All I wanted was for him to take me just like I was, bent over a desk in a hotel room like the taboo slut that I so wanted to be for my son.
The next thing I felt almost made me come. The college stud slammed into me in one hard, fluid motion as I took his cock to the hilt. The girth of his manhood sent shivers through my body as I slammed my fist against the oak desk and cried out, "Oh fuck!" He groaned when his abdomen hit my round ass.
"Jesus mom, you are so tight. You've been saving yourself for me, haven't you?"
God, he was saying all the right things to make me wet. "No, Dan! No, I haven't! Please, stop now before this goes too far!" God, please fuck me like a slut!
He pulled out all the way and I could feel a sense of emptiness when his large cock left my body. He then spread my ass cheeks and licked me from my clit to my asshole in one long motion that made me tremble.
"Do you like that, mom? Do you like it when I lick you?" He was taunting me and I loved it. "Say yes and I'll fuck you; say no and I'll leave now and you'll never have another chance."
I couldn't take it anymore. "Yes. I love it. Give me that cock! Take me, use me, do whatever you want. Just give me what I've always fantasized about."
I felt the head of his manhood slip past my outer lips and I let out a moan. He slammed into me again and I let out a low groan from the bottom of my throat. Damn, his cock felt so good. He took a hold of the bottom of my dress, bunched it up in his hand, and used it for leverage as he began fucking me like a dog – hard and fast. Each thrust pushed my body against the hard desk; it hurt a little, but I loved the feeling of being wanted so badly that I didn't care.
"Fuck me, Dan! Mommy loves to get fucked hard!" I could feel my pussy stretch to accommodate his size and he could obviously feel it too as he picked up the pace, not caring about my needs at all. He was using me as if I were a fuck doll; an inanimate object made for one purpose.
It was only a few minutes later, how long it really was I could hardly say, when he said, "Oh fuck. I'm going to come! Get down, get down on your knees!" I could hear the strain in his voice and I quickly fell to the floor.
Without another word, he forced his huge cock into my mouth, stretching my lips wide open. He made me gag as he placed his hands on the back of my head and fucked my mouth. I hardly had time to think, as I struggled to keep pace with him. I'd never been fucked like this and it was an incredibly naughty feeling to have my mouth fucked like this. A few seconds later, I felt him swell in my mouth and the warmth of his cum splashing against the back of my throat. I gagged again as I struggled to swallow his load.
"Take it all! Swallow it," he said under his breath as he continued to force himself on me. I felt his orgasm subside but he kept his hands firmly planted at the back of my head. "Keep sucking my dick, mom. Make me hard again. Nice and easy." I gingerly caressed his softening cock with my lips as he flinched from time to time when I got to the sensitive head.
After several minutes, my mouth began to tire, but I continued the task at hand. Slowly, his magnificent dick began to grow in my mouth. When he was at full strength again, he pulled himself out.
"Take off that dress," he ordered as he made his way to the bed and lay on his back. "Get over here and sit on me." I complied without saying a word. No one had ever taken charge of me like this. In a strange way, it was liberating. I would have to explore this further in the future. As for now, I focused on what was in front of me. As I climbed on the bed and took in the site of his mast standing straight up from his hard body, my pussy ached for him to be inside me once more. I straddled him, pushed aside my thong, and slowly sat down on his manhood, feeling him reach places no man had reached before.