Mrs. Barbara Blair

"Tell me Joey, did you have fun tonight?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I truthfully answered. "I've had a lot of fun tonight …Barbara."

A wide smile grew on Mrs. Blair's face. She then brought her face to mine and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. She had her tongue deep inside of my mouth in an instant. She moaned loudly as she pressed her mouth against mine. She was now grinding her hips as hard as she could onto my hard cock. I never really had a chance to respond as she seemingly went crazy as she sat on me. Finally, she pulled her lips from mine and sat panting on my lap.

"Would you like to have some more fun Joey," she asked quickly, in between her rapid breaths. "Please tell me yes. My husband's never home and I do like you so very much. Would you like to come upstairs with me? I promise you won't be disappointed. I'll take very good care of you, you know that."

"I've had dreams about you ever since I was a little kid Barbara," I admitted to her. "I always wished that I could have been married to you. I know that I would have made you the happiest woman in the world. It always made me sad to think that it could never happen. I'd love to go upstairs with you Barbara. Let me do what I've always wanted to do to you. I want to fuck you so bad."

I put my arms around Mrs. Blair and squeezed her as tightly as I dared. I kissed her as passionately as I knew how. We kissed each other for a long time, knowing that we were going to fuck each other in just a few minutes. We finally stopped, each of us wanting to get into her bed as quickly as possible. She got off of my lap and I noticed a large wet spot on my pants. At first I thought that I had cum in my pants before I realized that it was Mrs. Blair's juices that had wet me so much. She was as hot as they come and ready for everything I could give her. Mrs. Blair grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. Soon, she had me running through the house and towards the stairs. We hurried as quickly as we could up the stairs. Mrs. Blair walked quietly to Billy's room and closed the door shut.

Mrs. Blair turned to me smiling and softly said, "We don't want Billy waking up and seeing his old lady moaning with her quivering legs up in the air, as his best friend fucks the hell out of her, now do we Joey?"

"I guess not," I answered, smiling as I gently squeezed her tits in my hands.

We hurried down the hall and into Mrs. Blair's bedroom. She closed the door behind us.

"This way, you can't run away from me Joey," she said smiling.

"The thought never entered my mind," I answered.

"I did that just in case that drunken son of mine decided to wake up out of his coma," she explained rationally. "What we're going to be doing in here would be very hard to defend if we did get caught. Besides, once my legs are up in the air, I'd hate to have to bring them down before I'm finished."

Mrs. Blair let out a soft giggle as she quickly let her short teddy slip to the ground. I hurriedly took my shirt and pants off and stood in front of Mrs. Blair with my hard cock stretching out before her.

"Not bad Joey," she said, obviously pleased. "With a dick like that, I wish that I had married you too. You have turned into quite a big man."

"You look very good yourself Barbara." I said in all honesty. "You still have the body that I treasured as a boy. You've taken very good care of yourself. I can't wait to try you out."

Mrs. Blair did have a very attractive body. She was in her early forties, just like my mom, but she had kept physically fit. I knew that she jogged and rode a bike in the summertime. During the winter months she skied. Right now, she was deeply tanned; the white patches that covered her tits and crotch proved that she could wear a very small bikini without being embarrassed. Her tits hung because of their size and weight, and not because they were sagging with age. Although I had waited a long time to see her like this, it was worth it. I followed her to the bed, watching as her round ass summoned me. Mrs. Blair turned off the light on the nightstand. The room was immediately bathed in the light of the moon, which came in through the window. I heard the bed squeak as we both climbed onto it. I knelt, facing Mrs. Blair, the dim light making her appear even younger. I cupped her left tit in my hands and felt its weight. Slowly, I brought my mouth down to her tit and took its hard nipple into my mouth. Mrs. Blair gasped as she felt my tongue touch her. Gently, I began to suck. She moaned softly as the neurons in her brain told her that she was enjoying what her body was made for. She brought her hands to her head and arched her back as she felt the electricity of my actions course through her. I did the same for her right tit, Mrs. Blair delighting in ever second of gratification. When she felt that she had had enough, she pulled her body away from me.

"Time for you to feel my mouth Joey," she said softly.

Mrs. Blair put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back until I was resting my ass on my heels, my hard cock pointing straight up from its base. I put my hands behind myself, onto the bed for support. I waited with delight as Mrs. Blair brought her face down to my hard cock. Without hesitating, she happily put her mouth over my cock. With a soft grip from her lips, but yet with a firm pressure, Mrs. Blair began to pump her mouth up and down over the hard shaft of my cock. With a skill that amazed, Mrs. Blair made my toes curl as she gave me the thrill of my life. Her warm, wet mouth drove me to the brink of cumming in her mouth. With impeccable timing, she knew exactly when to stop, and when to continue. I thought that I felt the room begin to spin as she took me to where I had never been. If my night with Mrs. Blair had ended at that time, I still would have been satisfied. However, this would not be where this night would finish. The unbelievable was yet to come.

When Mrs. Blair felt that I couldn't take anymore of her oral proficiency, she took her mouth from my cock and brought her face up to mine. She stuck her tongue out and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue, trying to rip it from her mouth. She started to laugh as she tried to wrestle her tongue from my grip. I finally let her go and she pulled her face away. She looked long and hard into my eyes and smiled.

"I think it's time that you and me fucked," she whispered. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I think that nineteen years is long enough Barbara," I answered honestly. "If you make me wait any longer, I'm going to find a new friend with a hot mother."

"Oh no," she said shaking her head. "I don't want you to do that. You fuck me right now Joey, and anytime you feel like doing it after. Hell, you can fuck me everyday for the rest of your life if you want. I won't mind. In fact, I'm sure I'd love it. Come on Joey. Shove that cock into my hole."

With that, Mrs. Blair lay down on her back, grabbed the backs of her knees, and spread her legs as far apart as she could. I thought that nothing could be better than my dreams about her, but this surpassed them all. The sight of her pinned under her son on the stairs was nothing compared to what was before me now. The blond hair that covered her pussy glowed in the moonlight The swollen lips of her hungry pussy forced their way up to be noticed. The shine from her white ass was there to guide me towards my dazzling destination. I positioned my body over hers, my cock pulsating as it waited to bury itself into her cunt. I gazed down at her smiling face, somehow knowing that she had wanted me for all of those years too. Her large tits covered her entire chest, her nipples never loosing their rigid form. Slowly, I brought my hips down, inching my cock towards her waiting cunt.

I felt the tip of my cock touch the hairs of her pussy. Soft wet hairs, that her flowing juices had created, replaced the bristly feeling I expected. I sensed the heat that escaped from between the swollen lips of her pussy. I heard my heart pound in my head, and the deep breaths that Mrs. Blair was taking. I reached further with my cock until I felt the mouth of her cunt open and the head of my cock slip inside of her. The both of us moaned at the satisfaction we felt. Finally, after all of these years, my cock was inside of Mrs. Blair. Thinking about it now, I was surprised I didn't cum right there. I thought I felt my cock expand as I pushed it deeper inside of her wet hole. Soon, I realized that it was Mrs. Blair tightening the muscles of her cunt, holding my cock so that it wouldn't leave her until she reached her final goal. Slowly, I pulled the shaft of my cock out of her until only the head of my cock remained hidden. I pushed down once more into Mrs. Blair's cunt.

The trip this time was quicker. Mrs. Blair's cunt was a slippery grotto, anticipation and excitement causing a flood of lubrication to pour out of her glands. A soggy sound of sex came from between her legs. Gradually, we built up speed as the two of us began to work towards an orgasm. Our grunts of passion increased in volume. The squeak of the bed marked our rhythm. Mrs. Blair stretched her legs high towards the ceiling as I rode her like a wild horse. In and out, my hard cock plunged effortlessly, deep inside of her seemingly bottomless hole. Suddenly, we both heard the sound of a door open and the unmistakable thump of footsteps coming towards Mrs. Blair's bedroom. I immediately stopped my thrusting motion, with my cock so far into Mrs. Blair's cunt that I thought I felt the mattress underneath us.

The squeaking of the bed stopped and we both held our breath and turned ours heads to look at the door. Mrs. Blair's legs were still up in the air as we heard the doorknob turn and the door open up. I swear that my heart stopped beating as Billy stood in the doorway. His eyes seemed glazed, staring and yet seeing nothing. His mother's upright legs glowed as the moonlight reflected off of them. I remained motionless between them as they pointed towards the heavens. To my horror, he spoke.

"Did you hear a noise mom?" he asked very slowly.

"No honey, I didn't hear anything," Mrs. Blair answered softly to her son, as I, Joey, his best friend, laid between her legs with my hard cock deep inside of her wet cunt.

"I thought I heard voices," he said, sounding very puzzled.

"Your dreaming Billy," Mrs. Blair said tenderly. "Be a good boy and go back to sleep. Everything is all right. Now close mommy's door and go back to bed."

"Okay," Billy said obediently. "Good night mom. Good night Joey."

I felt Mrs. Blair loose her breath when Billy said that. He gently closed the door and we heard him shuffle down the hall to his bedroom. We could hear his door close and his body fall heavily onto his bed. We both looked at each other, not believing what had just transpired. We began to giggle as we realized that her son was too drunk to know what he had seen.

"I notice that your legs are still up in the air Barbara," I said softly, looking down and smiling at her. "Does this mean that you're not finished?"

"Well," she replied, "I can feel that your cock is still quite hard, so I'm sure that the both of us far from finished."

"Shall I resume fucking you?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "You can start fucking me all over again Joey, but first, let me do something."

Mrs. Blair brought her legs down from their upright position. She grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest. This caused me to fall deeper into her hole. I heard her moan with pleasure as my body pressed down onto her clit. She rocked her hips back and forth, trying to kick-start her body back to where it had been.

"I had to do that," she told me. "My legs were getting tired being up there for so long. And, I like this position too. Okay, let's go. Fuck me."

I slowly pulled my cock back out of Mrs. Blair's cunt. The hair around my cock was soaking wet, having been pressed against her crotch for so long. The squeak of her bed became noticeable once again as I thrust my cock down the throat of her cunt. Mrs. Blair began to rock her hips even more, bringing them up to greet each of my downward descents into her. Once again, a wet, sloppy sound was broadcast from between her legs. Fluids, which had built up for so long, happily exited into her cunt. I could feel my orgasm building in my balls as the thought of fucking my best friends mother filled my brain. The moans from Mrs. Blair's throat grew louder as she too closed in on an orgasm she had waited a long time for.

The little boy she had watched grow up was now pleasing her as no man had before. She knew that soon my hot cum would be flowing into her, filling her to capacity. I pushed as hard as I could into her as I felt the muscles between my legs begin to drive cum out of my cock. Mrs. Blair heaved her legs back up into the air, knowing that we were both cumming at the same time. I stabbed my cock as deep as I could into her, as my hot cum surged into her waiting cunt. Cum poured out of my cock and into her relentlessly. Thick, white, copious amounts of my fluid filled her. My cock felt as if I had plunged it into a bottle of thick, hand lotion. Mrs. Blair began to cry out, and then held back her scream with a whimper, as her orgasm exploded through her body. Her upright legs shook, as she felt her cunt fill with the discharge that departed from my cock.

She tried as hard as she could to push back with her hips. She spread her legs apart and I fell deeper into her. She whimpered once more as my body slammed into her clit. Her eyes opened wide as she felt electricity originate between her legs and course a path throughout her body. Mrs. Blair grabbed my ass and pushed me as hard as she could into her cunt. She grunted loudly, with a look of determination on her face, wanting her orgasm to continue as long as she could endure it. On and on she rocked her hips, not wanting her session of sex with her son's friend to end. She let go her grip on my ass, allowing me to pump my cock into her cunt once more. My cum oozed out of her cunt, coating the two of us with a warm, sticky mess. Finally, sensing that the two of us could go on no more, I stopped my effort, leaving my cock deep inside of her and resting my body on top of hers.

I could feel her breathe deeply as her heart pounded inside of her chest. I noticed Mrs. Blair moving her right arm and then suddenly, she was able to throw the sheet of the bed over the two of us. Mrs. Blair put her arms around me and held me tight. She had hugged me before, but never like this; I thought she would never let me go. We stayed together like this for almost a half hour. I was very content, leaving my cock inside of her warm body as she held me safe in her arms. Not wanting to leave, but knowing that I must, I picked myself off of her chest.

"You know that I have to go Barbara?" I asked softly.

"Couldn't you stay a little longer?" she asked with a smile, as I felt her cunt tighten around my cock.

"I'd love to. Believe me," I answered. "But it's getting late and my parents will worry. I promise I'll come back to visit whenever I can. Just get a message to me and I'll be right here. Billy has my number."

"Promise?" she asked.

"I promise," I replied, hoping to convey how much I meant it.

Mrs. Blair hugged me tightly once again and kissed me softly. I couldn't help but kiss her back, pushing my tongue softly into her mouth. I moaned with delight, as I tasted her for the last time that night. I slowly pulled my cock out of her and went to her bathroom to clean myself as best as I could. I found my clothes and put them on. Mrs. Blair remained on the bed; her naked body not letting me forget the fun I had had with her, nor the fun that was in my future. I opened the bedroom door slowly. I looked back at Mrs. Blair and she gave me a happy smile, and wave good-bye. Quietly, I made my way past Billy's room, down the stairs and regrettably, out of the house. As I walked back to my house I looked back at the window of Mrs. Blair's room. The light was on, and I could see her standing naked in the window, watching me.

"The wait had been worth it," I thought to myself. "Now to make up for all of that lost time."

I slept soundly that night. Not waking until the phone in my room rang. I answered it, hoping that it would be Mrs. Blair. Instead, the voice of Billy entered my ear.

"Hey man," he said cheerfully. "How ya feelin'? Man, what a hangover I got. How ya doin'?"

"I'm doin' all right," I said cautiously.

"Man, what a dream I had last night," he continued. "It was about you and my mom."

My mouth dried up instantly, my hands shook, and my heart raced. I said nothing.

"You still there Joey?" he asked at my silence.

"Yeah, I'm still here," I said slowly. "So, what was your dream about," I asked, praying that I wouldn't hear what I thought I would.

"Well, you and her were, … well … ah, never mind," he said. "It was a stupid dream anyways. Look. I have to head back to school early, so I wont be able to see you. I'll catch you later."

"Yeah, sure, catch you later," I said very relieved.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot," he added, just before I was going to hang up. "My mom wanted to know if you could come over later and do her some kind of favor. Something about filling a hole for her. She said you would understand. Do you know what she's talking about?"

"Yeah Billy," I said happily. "I think I do."

"Hey buddy," he said caringly. "Don't let her take advantage of you."

"Don't worry Billy," I said. "I know how to handle your mom. Tell her that I'll gladly take care of that hole problem for her. By the way, when are you leaving?"

"At two o'clock," he said.

"Tell your mom I'll see her then," I told him.

"Okay buddy," he said. "Have fun with that hole of hers."

"I'm sure I will Billy," I said smiling. "I'm sure I will."