Mom Sucks Dick! Pt. 03

The thing was...she loved it.

Nobody had ever taken her like that, and it really got her off. It was pretty incredible for me, too. Monica was very pretty and I had always thought so. She had really nice, rounded breasts that looked even larger on her petite frame. It would have been a real treat for me just to see her naked, but now she was looking up at me and moaning helplessly as I took her tight little pussy and made her come again and again.

Her eyes looked huge, particularly in contrast to her fine features. At first she had looked shocked, but after her third or fourth shuddering orgasm her expression bordered on worship. She made me feel like a god when she looked up at me like that. Her snug little pussy felt fantastic as it fluttered and squeezed down on my rock-hard dick.

I knew, intellectually, that she was seven years older than me. Monica had been with at least a dozen men before me. In that moment in her bed, though, our roles were suddenly and completely different. She was a busty little girl lying beneath me, and I was a big, strapping man taking her body to places it had never been before.

I released her hard nipple from my mouth and leaned back. She gasped again as I spread her legs and looked down at my thick shaft as it pistoned in and out of her. Damn, that looked hot! Her puffy little pussy was stretched wide open around me, and it made my veiny shaft look absolutely enormous. Her legs shook in my grasp each time I drove my full length home inside of her, and her tits bounced on her chest in time with each thrust. Her pussy mound glistened with her juices, and my balls made a wet slapping noise every time I slammed my dick into her.

She bit her lip to contain a shriek when she came again. Her huge eyes seemed to somehow get even bigger when she finally spoke.

"Oh! Oh God! Did you just get harder?" Her voice rose to a squeak at the end, and I couldn't hold back my grin.

I had gotten harder. The thought that had made me so aroused was that my balls were slapping against her wet asshole. She let out another high-pitched moan and then bit her lip as I slowly pulled my throbbing dick from her tight embrace. I wanted to see her asshole. It was my turn to groan when I spread her legs further and feasted my eyes on that wet, quivering little knot.

Monica was already blushing as I stared at her. She had to feel incredibly exposed and helpless in that moment. I licked my lips and looked up at her face.

"Where do you keep your anal lube, Monica?" I asked. My voice was a growl, letting her know how much I wanted her ass.

"I--I--I don't--I've never--there's--there's no way!" she stammered.

She was still panting in the aftermath of her last orgasm, and her mouth hung open as her eyes followed my hand. I reached over next to us, and slid my hand into the pocket of my shorts to pull out the bottle of lube. When I had changed into the shorts, that bottle had still been sitting on top of my end table. I hadn't really expected I would get to use it when I slid it into my pocket. I quickly drizzled some over the head and shaft of my dick and then closed it before dropping it on top of my shorts.

It was clear from Monica's expression she could not believe it was happening when I lifted her legs and pushed them up toward her head. Her sexy little bottom lifted up off the mattress and her asshole throbbed as I lined up the head of my dick. She gasped again and her freshly-fucked little pussy puckered up as her asshole stretched open around the slick head of my cock.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" she panted. "There's just no way it will ever fit--uhhh! OH MY GOD!"

Oh, it fit. Good lord, did it fit perfectly. Monica's tight ass was made to take hard cock, and she had never known until that evening. She bucked and shuddered and cried out as she came like crazy, but her asshole eagerly welcomed the full length of my hard cock. In no time at all I was fucking her sweet ass, and her hips were thrusting up off the bed to take every inch.

Later, Monica would swear she had never had anal sex before. I believed her--she had no reason to lie to me about it. Afterward her ass would be sore, but for that glorious half hour her long-neglected, horny little asshole eagerly took all the deep fucking I could give it. She came like crazy, again and again. Unlike with my mother the previous weekend, her asshole never tightened down to stop me when she did. I only had to stop when I cried out and came deep inside that wonderful little hole, and then her snug ring squeezed down on the base of my cock and kept me from going soft.

By the time we were finished, I had come in her ass three times. We were both completely wiped out at that point. I pulled my spent cock from her ass and flopped onto my back with a prolonged groan, and she shuddered all over before quickly hopping out of the bed and hustling into her bathroom. My breathing was just getting back to normal when I heard the toilet flush. I panted and listened to her mutter to herself as she washed her hands, and then the light from the bathroom backlit her naked body as she opened the door and stared at me.

"I...I can't believe we did that," she whispered.

I didn't say anything, and she shook her head and reached back to turn off the light. Then she was sliding into the bed beside me, resting her head on my chest and sighing as her hand slid over my body. When the tips of her fingers brushed the base of my shaft, she let out a soft gasp. It turned into a relieved sigh when she explored further and realized I was soft.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and back, and she gave out a happy little sigh and snuggled up against me. We lay there for a while before I realized that I hadn't said anything. I pulled her closer and kissed her on the top of her head, savoring the smell of her hair.

"Thank you, Monica," I murmured. "You were amazing."

I felt her hot breath on my chest as she struggled to find words.

"You...you were...oh, God, I never even imagined it could be anything like that," she whispered. Then her hand left my midsection and I felt her legs shift as her fingertips slid down to gingerly explore between her thighs. "Good God," she groaned, "You wrecked my pussy, you know that?"

It took everything I had not to laugh out loud.

* * *

I dozed off in Monica's bed, holding her warm body to me for two hours or so. She woke me gently, but insisted I couldn't stay the night.

"I don't think I could face your mother if she knows what we did," she murmured apologetically. "You understand, don't you?"

"Of course," I replied, leaning closer to kiss her again.

She gasped and her eyes once again looked huge when she felt my renewed erection pressing insistently against her thigh. I chuckled and gave her a smile.

"It's always like that when I first wake up," I murmured.

"Oh," she replied.

I don't think she took her eyes off my bobbing dick until I finished getting dressed. By then it was clear she was having second thoughts. When she mewled in her throat and reached back to touch her asshole, I had that brief moment of clarity. I knew I could either leave right then and go home, or that we were going to have sex again. When my eyes lit on her throbbing little asshole, I sighed and slid my shorts back down my legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Then she licked her lips and watched me lubricate my dick again. "I'm still a little sore back there," she whispered. She did nothing to resist as I took her by the hips and turned her slightly. "Oh! Ohhh, God," she groaned as my slick, hard cock once again slid home deep in her ass.

I wasn't rough. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Monica or injure her. She whimpered and moaned and pushed her hips back eagerly, and I was able to give her a nice, steady butt-fucking that left us both satisfied. Her horny asshole completely drained every drop of sperm I had to give her, and she had another amazing climax when she felt me coming inside her.

Afterward, she lay on her tummy and smiled at me happily. Her right hand slid back and her fingertips lightly touched her freshly-fucked asshole.

"Good God, I can't believe how much you came in my ass," she murmured dreamily.

I smiled back at her as I pulled up my shorts and tied the drawstring. "I can't wait to 'hang out' with you again," I chuckled.

"Mmm, me neither," she replied in that same languid tone. "Have a great weekend."

That bothered me as I quietly let myself out and got into the car to drive home. Halfway home, I remembered that she was spending most of the weekend with her family out of town. My parents were still going at it--or maybe they were at it again--when I arrived home. After the week I'd enjoyed, I was pretty wiped out.

I managed to zonk out right away, and got a really good night's sleep despite my mother's loud moans.

* * *

When I arrived at the stadium before my soccer match, Cheryl and Tina were waiting for me in the parking lot. Mom smiled at them, and I introduced them.

"Mom, this is Cheryl and Tina. I'm planning to take Cheryl out on a date when she has time for me."

Cheryl blushed at that, and Mom chuckled. They all shook hands.

"We just missed you after school yesterday," Tina said. "I thought I was going to give you a ride home, so we could visit."

Once again, Cheryl blushed, and I knew I would have fucked her if I hadn't missed them. I think I kept that out of my face.

"Oh, that's a shame," I replied. "I wish you'd said something during Chemistry class."

The three of them headed up into the bleachers as I made my way down to the field. By the time the game started, I had my own cheering section. Leslie, Tanya and Jackie were in the bleachers, not far from where my mother sat next to Tina and Cheryl. Partway through the game my dad joined them.

That was a rare treat for me. My dad had taught me to play the game, and it was something we had enjoyed doing for years when I was younger--kicking a soccer ball around our back yard as he taught me fundamentals and how to position my body properly for defense. His work schedule the past few years hadn't allowed him the time to attend many of my matches. I don't think he had seen any of them the year before.

We were playing one of the better teams in our district that day. They had two really good, really fast offensive players. Tio and I were able to almost completely shut them down the entire game, and that really got them frustrated. By the end of the game, one of those guys lost it and started screaming at his teammates and coaches. He shoved me a couple of times, and then Tio once as he tried desperately to escape the smothering defense long enough to make a sprint down the field.

That earned him a yellow card, and he was absolutely fuming.

Meanwhile, our team had managed three early goals and we cruised to an easy victory. That win put us into a three-way tie for first place in our district, and gave us the tie-breaker over the team we had just beaten. Mike had scored twice, and my friend Bobby had made a really sharp-looking header into the net to open the scoring. Tio had also scored a beautiful goal right at the end of the game, and Tori practically tackled him after the final whistle blew.

Dad hustled down from the bleachers to give me a hug before he headed back to work.

"You were awesome out there!" he gushed.

"Thanks, Dad!" I replied, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm so glad you could make it!"

I watched him jog over to the gate leading to the parking lot, and then my mother charged me. Since I was expecting it this time, I was able to brace and catch her as she leapt into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. We were both laughing, and I looked over her shoulder to see the rest of the women from my "cheering section" approaching.

Cheryl, Tanya and Jackie smiled and watched me hug my mother, but Tina and Leslie looked at each other warily with their eyes narrowed. Mom was much more restrained than she had been the previous weekend, since she knew Cheryl and Tina were both watching. She was surprised to turn and see the other girls. I introduced all of them and my mother shook their hands.

It was awkward, really, since I didn't know Tanya or Jackie at all. They seemed pleased that I even knew their names. It got a little more awkward when my mother started asking questions.

"So, you and Cheryl are dating, right?" she asked. That earned Cheryl a wide-eyed stare from Leslie and her friends. Leslie looked more upset than either of her friends, though, for good reason. Before I could say anything, Mom went on with, "Didn't you and Leslie date a couple years ago?"

"No, Mom," I replied carefully. "Tina and Cheryl are best friends, and I promised to take Cheryl out on a date. Leslie, Tanya, and Jackie are best friends, and we're supposed to get together and do something fun later this weekend. We've all just been too busy to work out the details. I would have been talking to them and working all that out, but I was over watching that movie with Monica yesterday."

All six of them got wide-eyed at that last bit. Mom hadn't thought to ask me about it after we got up that morning. I sighed, knowing the other girls were dying to know who this "Monica" was.

"Monica works with my mom over at the elementary school," I explained. "They've been friends for quite a while."

That seemed to put my high school-aged suitors at ease, and then my mother took my hand and gave them a brief smile before pulling me along to the parking lot. I glanced back over my shoulder and gave the girls an apologetic shrug, but really I was grateful to my mom for pulling me out of there.

I wasn't ready to make a choice between them if they forced the issue. As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, it was just as clear Mom wanted some quality alone time with me as well. Her arousal was obvious once we were alone in the car. At that point I was more preoccupied with the girls we had just left in our wake. I felt like I needed to do something right away. I watched the rear-view mirror on my side of the car closely until I saw Tina's car pull out of her parking spot.

I had put my phone into the glove box before the game, and I quickly retrieved it and called Leslie. She answered immediately, and I could hear her friends talking animatedly in the background.

"Leslie, I am so sorry I put you through that," I said, as soon as she answered. "I never explained," I said, looking over at my mother's face, "to you or my mom. I have Chemistry class with Cheryl and Tina. Cheryl gave me her number the same day I gave you my number. I told her I would take her out on a date some time, but we haven't done that yet."

Mom let out a soft, "Ohhh," and nodded.

Leslie simply said, "I see."

I waited a moment, until I realized she wasn't going to say any more. I figured she wanted to say more, but couldn't really speak her mind with Tanya and Jackie right there. I sighed, because I wasn't really sure what to say to her. Plus, my mom was sitting right next to me and Leslie knew it. If I was too graphic, she would have to wonder about me talking that way in front of my mother.

"I'm going to take a shower as soon as I get home," I continued. That sounded safe in my mind. "Would you like me to call you after that, or do you want to take some time and call me later?" I heard her take a long breath, and I added, "I don't blame you for being mad at me, Leslie. I assure you I wasn't planning to string you along or cheat on you if we start dating. I've never gotten this much attention from women before, and it felt like it happened all at once. I'm sorry if I screwed it up and hurt you. That certainly wasn't what I was trying to do."

"Oh," she replied, but it was clear from the way she said it that she was thinking over everything I had just dumped in her lap. "That's...a lot for me to think about. I'll call you back a little later." She took another breath and then said, "You realize I'm going to tell Tanya and Jackie everything you just told me, right? That's not going to be a problem for you, is it?"

"I understand," I sighed. "I'll talk to you later, Leslie."

I wanted to call Cheryl, but we were already most of the way home. My dick had hardened, and that was really uncomfortable with my constricting jock strap. I squirmed in my seat and pulled the plastic cup out of the front of it, and that freed my boner to stick out of the side of the elastic. It was pointing right at my mother, and she couldn't miss it out of her peripheral vision.

"Oh, damn," she groaned, squeezing her thighs together.

My eyes flicked over to the rear-view mirror again and my eyes widened. It was my turn to groan.

"Oh, shit," I muttered. "Tina and Cheryl followed us from the stadium, Mom. They're right behind us."

Mom's eyes flashed as she looked into the mirror, and she gave out a frustrated moan. I saw her flushed cheeks and the way her nipples were obviously poking out through her bra and blouse, and I understood completely. At that moment, I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me. I have no doubt we would have had sex again if those girls hadn't followed us. I couldn't help but find the dark humor in that moment, and gave a hollow chuckle.

"Well, Mom, you told me I needed to find a nice girlfriend to take care of this," I said, giving my shaft a meaningful squeeze.

She blew out a frustrated breath and then sighed. "Yes, I know, I should be happy that so many of these girls want you. I'm your mother, and we couldn't keep doing what we were doing." Then she practically whimpered, "But I really wanted to suck your dick after that game."

Then we were pulling into our driveway, and Mom managed to pull herself together. When we stepped out of the car, she smiled and waved at Tina and Cheryl, and waved them forward, indicating that they should park in the driveway next to her car. As soon as the passenger side door opened, I stepped up and gave Cheryl a hug and a serious kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and moaned again when I whispered into her ear.

"I am so sorry about that, earlier, Cheryl. I had no idea those other girls were going to show up. I feel like I put you in a bad spot. Are you okay?" At that last bit, I looked over her shoulder at Tina. Tina looked much more upset than Cheryl did. Tina was practically shaking and looked like she wanted to take a swing at me the way she had her fists clenched at her sides.

"It's okay," Cheryl assured me.

Mom cleared her throat. "Why don't you girls come inside? We can visit while he gets his shower, and then you can take your time to talk as long as you need to."

* * *

I showered quickly because I was worried about my mom. In my paranoid mind, I couldn't help but picture Tina figuring out that my mother and I were having sex. To be clear, Cheryl was every bit as smart as Tina. I think Cheryl actually got the best grades in our Chemistry class of the three of us. It just seemed like Tina really had a bead on me--almost like she could read my mind sometimes--and I kept picturing her eyes shooting open as she stared at my mother and then she just knew.

It was a huge relief when I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and still damp, and saw Tina look over at me and smile. Whatever Mom had said, it had calmed her down and she no longer looked pissed off. Cheryl likewise looked at me, but her eyes roamed up and down and she licked her lips. She blushed slightly when we smiled at each other.

Mom was behind them, and her eyes twinkled when she saw the way they looked at me. She also graced me with a smile before she cleared her throat.

"Well, I really should go grocery shopping," she announced. "It was lovely to meet both of you girls. I should be back in an hour or so." Her eyes flicked over to me again, and she blinked twice to let me know she was really working to maintain her casual façade. "Sweetie, is there anything you'd like me to get for you while I'm out?"