Mrs. Kent

"I AM CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!" she moaned, absolutely unashamed of her words, or how loudly she said them. She didn't remember ever being this loud with Ron. He thought it disgusting if she told him she was cumming. He said it wasn't "lady-like". Well fuck lady-like, Cindy thought!

She placed her feet flat on the bed, placed both hands on Ted's head, and arched herself at his mouth. "Oh Ted, oh Ted, oh Ted...oh FUCK, eat my CUNT!" she groaned as her second orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane. She closed her thighs around his head, rolled over to her side, and fucked at his face like a woman possessed. She had never in her life had such a powerful orgasm and she intended to ride it out, no matter what.

When she finally began to come down from her two powerful orgasms, she realized, as if in a dream, that Ted was crawling out from between her legs. His face was covered in her juices and he was grinning.

"Did I do good?" he almost laughed, knowing full well that he did, based on her gyrations and screams of pleasure.

She reached for him, kissing his mouth, delving into his mouth to taste her own juices. This just fueled her lust for him even more. He had awakened a long dormant beast within her. She had been denied the pleasures of a man far too long. And, even though Ted was only 19, he had every bit the sexual appeal and prowess -- and equipment - of an older man! And what an eager and quick learner! Her loins were still buzzing with the after-effects of his lingual efforts. Oh, it was so good!

"Ted, Baby,'' she gasped, looking into his face. "That was the BEST oral sex -- you ate my pussy so good -- oh baby, it was wonderful...Now, I have a question for you..."

"What, Miss Cindy?"

"Do you need to cum?" she smiled.

He grinned and nodded and reached to grasp his burgeoning young cock. "I'm about to blow!" he said, urgently.

"Blow?" she giggled. "I want that cum, Baby. Can Miss Cindy have it?"

He nodded. "Yes...yes!"

She reached and touched his cock, gently allowing her fingers to stroke its length. "I want every drop of that delicious stuff in my mouth, Baby. Miss Cindy wants to be your cumslut. Is that okay with you?"

He nodded.

"Say it, Ted. Tell me. I want to hear it!" she said as she crawled between his legs and began kissing his over-sized balls.

"Miss...Miss...Cindy...please be my cum...cumslut!" he gasped, then gritted his teeth, as if by sheer willpower he could keep himself from cumming.

Cindy could tell that he couldn't last long. She hungrily fed his thick young cock into her salivating mouth, taking his entire length into her throat, but quickly relinquished it, allowing only the head to remain in her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it and moaned in a rapture of pure lust. She pumped down the length with her hand and felt it swelling as his hot load of boiling sperm began to flow through his thick cock and spurt into her cum-hungry mouth.

The first burst was almost overwhelming. In the split second before the next warm gob jetted into her mouth, she almost jerked her head back and off, but instead swallowed quickly just as spurt after spurt of his warm seed shot into her welcoming mouth. She swallowed voraciously, now determined that not one precious drop of his nourishing boy-seed would be wasted.

She was barely aware of Ted's moans and groans of pure pleasure as he placed his hands in her hair, delicately stroking it as she swallowed his essence. "Ohhhhh, so goooood! Miss...Miss Cindy...yessss!"

She held his cock in her mouth, gently suckling it, until there was obviously no cum left, and it began to slowly deflate. She allowed it to fall from her mouth, then kissed her way up his body. She allowed a dollop of his cum to slip from her mouth into his, then inserted her tongue, endeavoring to get it back.

She had never even thought of such an act before. She almost laughed, thinking of how disgusting her husband would think this was. Ted, however, moaned, and took her face into his hands as they tongue kissed, his semen intermingled with their saliva.

Ted gently pushed her to her back and, before she realized what was happening, he was rubbing his fully rejuvenated cock against her wet furrow. How did he get hard again so quickly?!?!?!

"No, Ted," she gasped. "We can't...not that!"

"Why...why not?" he moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. He was slightly raised above her so that he could hold his dick in his hand and rub it against her. "I want you to be my first!" he said as he lovingly kissed her lips.

"We can't, Baby...That's just over the line," she whined, intensely wishing that she could just spread her legs and allow this delicious young boy to thrust his eager young cock into her most intimate depths. She knew it would be the best sex of her life because it was so forbidden. Ron was the only man she had ever gone all the way with; when they were first married, they often had torrid, unbelievably satisfying sex, but that had been a long time ago.

Ted wallowed his hardness into her opening and moved it around and around. He hunched slightly, causing the very tip to part her lips, making way for him to sink deep inside her. He looked into her eyes, waiting for the permission that he was certain she would give him.

She was, indeed, the most beautiful woman he knew and he was very much aware that her daughter, Evie, was a much younger version of her. That thought made his cock lurch. He had fantasized that one day he would be married to Evie and that he and her mother, Cindy, would have a secret sexual relationship for many years.

Cindy looked pleadingly into his eyes. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything. Could she just throw caution to the wind and hope against hope that he would always keep their secret? Her willpower was almost entirely diminished. She knew that just one thrust of his hips and they would be engaged in delicious, taboo fucking -- not lovemaking; no, she didn't love him; that was far different; this was pure lust.

She looked into his face in a panic and shook her head vehemently, yet she realized that her legs were spontaneously spreading, welcoming this 19 year-old boy. "Ted," she groaned. "Ted, please...no?"

Then she felt him push and his firm, surprisingly thick, young cock began sliding into her impossibly slick pussy. She opened her legs wide and closed her eyes, enjoying the pure bliss that only a man penetrating her could bring. When she knew that he was completely inside her, she opened her eyes and looked into his. His mouth was open and his eyes were opening and shutting reflexively. She lay a hand on his cheek and kissed his lips tenderly.

"How does it feel, Baby?" she smiled.

"Won...wonderful," he gasped.

"Fuck me, Ted," she whispered. "Do whatever you want."

"Is it...is it good?" he managed.

She giggled. "Oh if you only knew, Baby. Of course it's good! Now fuck me!"

Ted began urging himself in and out, in and out. He was so very inexpert in his movements, but that didn't matter one bit to Cindy. He had a cock and he was inside her and it was wonderful. Her mind was already imagining this happening every time he came over for piano lessons. Of course that wasn't going to happen, but right now imagining such a thing only excited her even more.

Ted became more and more aggressive. He looked into her face as if he were afraid he might hurt her. She only nodded and began moving her hips in a circular motion to let him know that she was loving what he was doing.

"You're so good, Ted," she said. "Give it to me deep and hard. I love it!"

At that, Ted began thrusting into her as hard as he dared. He continued to look into her face for approval. Cindy mused that it was a good thing that she had given him a blowjob earlier, or he could not possibly have lasted this long.

"Fuck, YESSSS, Baby. Fuck it! Fuck my cunt, Baby! Give me your cum, baby!" she chanted, now insane with her own need to cum. She had never dared talk this way with Ron; she felt so animalistic fucking this young stud and urging him on with filthy language.

"I'm gonna...gonna..." he groaned.

"Do it!" she begged as she felt her own orgasm hit her. "Oh, Baby, I'm cumming on your big cock! Oh, you STUD!" she practically screamed.

She saw his eyes fluttering and felt his warm load of fresh boy-cum flowing into her loins. She hunched toward him, lifting her ass off the bed, screwing herself into him as another, smaller orgasm seized her. Then she collapsed, with her arms and legs spread, her chest rising and falling with her accelerated breath. She was barely aware of Ted kissing her neck gently and his own rapid breathing.

"Baby, get up," she whispered. "You're a big man. You're heavy," she giggled.

Ted rolled over and muttered an apology.

"Don't apologize!" she laughed. "That was perfect, Baby," she whispered, and rolled toward him to kiss his lips again.

"Real...Really?" he asked, surprised.

"Really!" she smiled. "Now, get dressed. We may have a few minutes to at least give you a pointer or two on the piano..."

*****

The next Tuesday, Ted arrived, again a few minutes early. She had purposely worn what she would regularly wear at home -- shorts, a frumpy old shirt that had once belonged to Ron and, of course, a bra and panties. She didn't want Ted to get any ideas. She wanted this to be all business.

She instructed him to sit at the piano and to play the selection that she had picked out. He did so, playing it surprisingly well. Of course it was a very elementary piece, but still, he didn't seem to be too rusty. She thought that he might be a very apt pupil, after all.

Ten minutes later, they were on her bed, both naked, his cock in her mouth. Shortly thereafter, he performed oral sex on her until she had 3 orgasms. Then, after she sucked his cock back to full hardness, they had fucked like animals.

This began to happen almost every Tuesday. Ted became so proficient at both fucking and oral sex, that Cindy could hardly keep him out of her mind during the week. The fact that he was now dating Evie, regularly, bothered her a great deal. She wondered what, exactly, they did. Did they just kiss, or more? She wondered if Ted would tell her if she asked.

One day, after they had exhausted themselves on each other's bodies, they were laying together, holding each other, still naked. Cindy whispered, "So tell me what you and Evie are doing. Not this, I hope!"

Ted smiled. "You wouldn't want me to tell her what we're doing, right?"

"That's different. This could lead to a divorce! Come on; I'm her mom. I need to protect my little girl from studs like you."

"You really want to know? Is it going to affect...us?"

"If you're fucking her, hell yes it's going to affect us!" Cindy flashed. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to sound angry."

"Well, that's sure not happening, Miss Cindy. She did let me see her tits, though!"

Cindy swallowed. She could just imagine Evie allowing this handsome young man to see her breasts. It hurt her to think of her sweet daughter doing such a thing, but she knew she no longer had any moral ground on which to stand.

"What else? Did you kiss them? Did you suck them like you do mine?"

"Yes and yes!" he said, more excitedly than she would have thought. "She's just like you!"

"What do you mean just like me?" she demanded.

"Well, her tits are almost exactly the same size as yours and she loves to have them sucked and licked, just like you do, Miss Cindy," he smirked. She had told him that he didn't need to call her 'Miss Cindy', but he had never failed to do so. Sometimes he emphasized 'Miss', for effect.

Something inside her clicked. For the first time, she imagined her daughter as a sexual being. Of course she had noticed how she had developed and how she now had such a nice shape for a 18 year-old girl, but she never had really imagined her engaged in a sexual act. She was shocked and appalled that she found it exciting, just as she had been excited when she saw Eric beating off. She still imagined that, many times, when she masturbated. Although she hated to admit it to herself, the fleeting thought of her own son had entered her mind while young Ted fucked her with an expertise that belied his age and experience.

"What does she say when you suck her tits, Ted?" she asked, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. Was she going crazy? Was she insane? Had she lost all sense of morality?

"She moans like you do. She tells me how good it feels," he whispered as he bent and began licking and sucking Cindy's breasts.

"Mmmmm, Baby that feels good... You've gotten so good at that... Is it from practicing on Evie?" She couldn't believe what she was saying but couldn't keep herself from saying it.

Ted didn't answer, but maneuvered himself so that he could grasp both of her breasts, push them together and move his head back and forth, licking both nipples almost simultaneously.

"Oh Baby, you're so good to me! Has Evie seen that big dick?"

Ted looked into her face, still grasping her breasts. "I...I thought you...you didn't want me to do that with her," he said uncertainly.

"Did she ask to see it?" Cindy gasped.

"She...she...," he stammered, his face flushing a bright crimson.

"What, Ted? Tell me!"

"She wanted to see it, but when she put her hand on it -- I felt like I was doing something you wouldn't -- wouldn't like -- so I stopped her. I don't want to dis -- disappoint you," he grimaced.

"Ted, that is so sweet," Cindy said, feeling tears come into her eyes. "You did the right thing. I know I'm a hypocrite, but I just don't think she's emotionally mature enough to have sex -- and somehow I know you are!" she giggled. "We need to stop this, though, Ted. I don't want to, but I don't think it's healthy for either of us. We'll always have fond memories of what we had -- time to stop before something happens -- like we get caught or someone becomes suspicious."

"Yes, ma'am, I know you're right. Next Tuesday we'll just have a regular piano lesson. Nothing else. Right?" he suggested, with a silly grin on his face. Then, "If you're serious, Miss Cindy, we will stop. Seriously."

*****

Over the next week, Cindy wrestled with her conscience a great deal. She was glad that they had agreed that they absolutely must stop their illicit activities.

When Tuesday came, she wore her frumpiest housecoat and made no attempt to spruce herself up. When the knock came at the door, she answered it, and was surprised that Ted had another boy with him. A black boy.

"Ted, come in," she said, looking at him quizzically. She looked out to the driveway and saw two vehicles parked there.

"Miss Cindy, this is my friend, Gene. We've been hanging out today and I thought he might as well tag along to my lesson."

"Hello, Gene! Are you interested in piano?" she asked, delighted that the temptation she had feared wouldn't happen that day. "Tell me more about yourself."

"I can play a little bit. Ted told me all about you," he said with an enigmatic glance at his friend. "Ted and I have been friends for years. I played basketball against Eric and Ted. I went to King High. I'm a little older than Ted. I'll be 20 in a couple of months."

"Well, I was going to ask. You're even taller than Ted and my Eric. Do you know Eric?"

"Yes ma'am. We've played a lot of pick-up basketball. I haven't seen him in a while, though," Gene smiled.

She couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. Very tall and slender, like Ted, but more muscular. His skin was like milk chocolate. His hair was neatly trimmed and he had the nicest smile! She reminded her of a very tall Sidney Poitier.

She led the way to the piano, turning to Gene. "Sit down and play us something!" she said.

Gene promptly sat down and started playing Clair de Lune. He obviously had taken lessons, but was also very rusty.

He paused and said, "I've not been practicing lately. In fact, one reason I wanted to come over with Ted -- I wondered if you would be open to giving me lessons, too. My mother has been pushing me to get back into it."

Cindy smiled. "You play quite well, and you'd be very good with practice, I'm sure...I'll have to think about it, though. I barely have enough time to get Ted's lesson done and get to school to pick up Evie."

"Oh I couldn't come on Tuesdays," Gene said. "I was thinking a Monday or Wednesday...if you have time, of course."

Cindy thought a minute. "Could you come at 2:00 on Wednesdays?"

"Yes ma'am. That would be perfect," he smiled. He was so very handsome!

He turned back around and began playing again. To her surprise, she felt Ted's hand on her bottom. She pushed him away, angrily.

Ted leaned toward her and whispered, almost inaudibly, "I know you want it. When he leaves..."

A rush of excitement coursed through her. Gene wasn't going to stay the whole time? No, she couldn't give in. Not this time, but Ted had planted a seed and now she couldn't get it out of her mind. As Gene continued to stumble through the piece, she felt her nipples begin to tingle and her pussy begin to get wet. She hated herself for how her body reacted to Ted.

Gene finished and stood up. Cindy and Ted applauded, despite the fact that his playing wasn't very good.

Ted sat down at the piano and began clumsily playing some of the tunes from the beginner's book that they were using. Cindy became aware that Gene was standing very close to her. In fact, his arm was touching hers. She could smell his deodorant or cologne or whatever it was he was wearing. After shave? It was very nice. He towered above her, almost a foot taller than her, she estimated. She looked up at him and was shocked that he was looking at her -- up and down her body, checking her out. She was glad she had on the frumpy old house coat. The only part of her body that he could really see were her legs from the knee down, her neck, and face. When his eyes rested on her face, he smiled.

Cindy quickly moved over to the other side of the piano and started giving tips to Ted.

"Miss..." Gene began. It was evident that he didn't know what to call her.

"Cindy. Just call me Cindy," she smiled.

"Miss Cindy, it was so good to meet you. I need to be going. I'll see you, Ted. Are we starting tomorrow, Miss Cindy?"

"Yes, that will be fine. 2:00," she nodded.

By the time that Gene had been gone five minutes, Cindy and Ted were in her bedroom with their clothes off.

*****

The next day, as Cindy tidied up the house and washed the dishes, her mind wandered back to the previous day. For one thing, she mused, she had to find a way to put a stop to what she and Ted were doing. They had both promised that it was at an end, but within minutes of their being alone they were tearing their clothes off in anticipation of sucking and fucking each other to exhaustion. And, whew, they had sure done that! Cindy knew that the regular fucking that Ted was giving her every week was the most deeply satisfying sex of her life.

And what was she thinking, taking on another piano student? She hated to admit to herself that she liked the idea of being alone with this handsome young black man, Gene. Gene was even more handsome than Ted, was several inches taller, and more muscular. She had noticed the two boys looking at each other, as if there were some secret to which she was not privy. Gene had stood so that his arm was against her own. And the way he had looked at her -- checking out her body and looking deep into her eyes. Was all this her imagination? Of course it was.

At 1:30 she showered and changed into some cotton shorts and a tee shirt. She checked herself in the mirror. She didn't want to look sexy, but she did want to be presentable. She noted that the shorts showed off her shapely ass very well -- perhaps too well, but they would have to do. They came down within a few inches of her knees. The tee shirt was white and, upon close inspection, her black bra could be detected. Not a big deal. As an afterthought, she dabbed a little perfume on her neck.