Troy's Story

We stayed like that for a long, long time. These were the best moments of my entire life. I was triumphant, feeling invincible. My mind was saying "I DID IT!"

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Then, Mrs. Hayes moved and raised her head. She stared down at the floor and then sat up-fast.

"Ohhhh ... NOOOO!" she said. She looked at me. It was all I could do not to hug her-for real, kiss those full lips, thank her, and tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I played my part and looked straight up at the ceiling.

She reached between her legs and then smelled her fingers. She got her own blank look on her face. "Troy," she said. "Troy ... you came inside of me. And I lay there for so long. It has to be inside ... inside ... You could've gotten me ..."

She looked at my face, and sighed. "It's my own fault. I knew that feeling was too good to be true. Well, I'll worry about that later."

She leaned over and kissed my chest, then my stomach, and then, she went lower. "You're a bad boy, aren't you? Look at how you got all dirty. I'll clean you up!" And she started licking my cock and balls. She didn't stop until I was again fully erect.

Then she got off the bed, and guided me to a standing position in front of her. I looked ahead and not up into her eyes as she towered over me with her tall, straight body. "You're a naughty, naughty boy," she said. I was confused for a second, because she said it in a tone that was playful and not angry. "You fucked all that glorious boy sperm deep inside Mrs. Hayes, didn't you? You fucked it where Rodger never could. Don't you know it's looking for my eggs right now as we stand here? Don't you think my husband would be angry if he knew you were making his wife cum?"

Then it dawned on me that she was playacting, talking dirty to excite herself. It certainly was exciting ME! I had another erection, probably the strongest one of the day!

"Didn't you know that big cock of yours, without this," she stooped, picked up the condom, and dangled in front of my face, "you could make me a mommy?" Then, she looked at my cock. "I see you like Mommy, don't you?"

My cock took a painful jerk as it tried to get even harder when I heard those words.

"It would be a shame to waste this now, wouldn't it?" She caressed my cock with her palm. "Come with me, little boy. You're going to do something on Mr. Hayes' bed that he never could: you're going to make Mommy cum! Would you like that? Follow Mommy into my husband's bedroom; use his bed, use his pillow-and use his wife's pussy!"

She turned and left the room. I grabbed my phone and followed.

She tore back the spread, blanket and sheet and threw them to the foot of the bed, leaving the big mattress wide open. Mrs. Hayes guided me to the center of the bed and whispered into my ear, "Don't you dare move, Troy, or Mommy will be disappointed. I'll be right back."

She disappeared into her huge walk-in closet and came out a minute later wearing a negligee that stopped just below her pussy. I could see the darkness of her nipples and the deep dark of that fragrant and delectable tangle of hair between those muscular thighs. She went to her bureau, picked up a tiny spray bottle, put a little mist in the air in front of her, and walked into it. The wonderful smell of perfume filled my nostrils.

"I bought this for my husband," she said. "But he thought it was a waste of money because it did nothing for him. He said these sort of things were a gimmick to sell lingerie that had no effect on men. Now, do you agree with him?"

She turned around, modeling her skimpy attire for me. She stopped with her back to me and gave me a long look at that round butt of hers. She looked over her shoulder, and gave an exaggerated shocked look. I thought that something had opened up in her and she was doing stuff she had wanted to do for a long time. With me (as Troy), she probably felt safe to act out all her fantasies. I was more than happy to do my part, which was act like Troy.

She turned, keeping the shocked look. She pointed at my penis. "Now, young man, tell me what's happening THERE! I hope that's not because you're looking at Mommy. That would be so naughty ... so wrong!"

She came over to the bed, and ripped opened another condom package and slipped it on me. "There, I've covered up that nasty thing! What's that you say? You need Mommy's help to make it go down?" She gave a huge sigh and said, "I don't know WHY I'm so good to you when you're looking at Mommy with all sorts of nasty thoughts."

Mrs. Hayes got her her knees on the bed, scooted over to my hips, and then straddled me, hovering her pussy about an inch over my cock. The perfume, the negligee ... I was in heaven.

"Now I suppose you want to put that huge cock into Mommy's tight pussy. Mr. Hayes would not like that at all. He wouldn't want you to stretch Mommy all out so that his cock couldn't feel Mommy's pussy any more. What's that? You won't tell him? You won't tell him you want to fuck his wife? Well then, if that's a promise, then maybe I can make an exception ... THIS TIME!"

With that, she took hold of my cock, fitted it to her vagina and sank all the way onto it. Our previous lovemaking had made her ready for the plunge.

"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" she whimpered as it disappeared all the way to the hilt. Her head rolled back and forth and around and around in slow revolutions, then her hips began to rock.

"Ohhhh, I should have known such a bad boy would want to be ALL the way inside Mommy. You tricked Mommy into fucking you, you bad boy!"

She didn't know how true that statement was. I almost felt guilty for a second. Almost.

"What's that? You want to see Mommy naked? I don't know-that would be sooo wrong. But, I guess it would be all right as long as you don't tell Daddy." Mrs. Hayes grabbed the hem of her garment and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Now here we were, Mommy and "son" completely naked again.

I wondered what my real Daddy would think of what I was doing. Maybe someday I would show him the video I was taking at this very moment. My phone was neatly propped up on the bedstand.

"You have to promise Mommy you won't suck on her breasts. That milk is for your baby brother, the baby I wanted for so long." She lowered her left breast to my face; it was stretched long with its own weight. I lifted my mouth and did what was expected-I sucked. "AAAGGGHHHH!" She screamed! "Your father would hate it if he knew you were sucking Mommy's tits. He would be so angry!"

I sure wasn't gonna tell him! After a while, I switched to the other nipple.

Mrs. Hayes got down to business and started riding me faster and faster. Moans poured out of her mouth, and when she plunged down extra hard, she let out loud animal sounds.

"Oh, Troy, you're fucking Mommy better than Daddy ever could! Fuck me! Make Mommy cum!"

A minute later, she stiffened and raised her face to the ceiling: "MOMMY'S CUUUMMMING! I'M CUUMMING!"

I let go a wad of cum at that point too. Unfortunately, it stopped when it hit a wall of latex. That didn't mean it didn't feel good though.

Mrs. Hayes dropped on top of me and I let her stay there a while. Then, she rooled to her side, peeled the condom off, and threw it on the floor. That's the last thing I remembered as I heard her breathing go even and deep with sleep. I closed my own eyes and dozed too.

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I awoke, not as I usually do, all at once, but in a series of slow memories: first, who I was and then where I was, and finally, who I was with.

I looked at Mrs. Hayes. She lay on her back, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. Her legs formed about a sixty-degree angle. At the vertex of that angle was that dark center of attention. It got my attention-again.

I thought "Why not?" and silently crawled between her legs. I listened once more and her steady breathing told me she was definitely knocked out. Her pubic hair had been pounded to the sides by our gymnastics. I could see her lips and even her clit. The hair was dried with a paste that was probably a combination of my cum and her own brew of lubrication. I didn't care and went in for another taste of Mrs. Hayes' sweet pussy.

I was careful to go lightly, and used only my tongue at the beginning. She jumped a little at the first touch, then settled in like she was having a dream. Maybe a dream of somebody eating her pussy. That would have been awesome.

I licked for a minute or so before I heard her first moan. I checked and saw she was still sleeping, so I went up to her clit and started teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Then, real lightly, I sucked it. A low hiss escaped from her. The slightest jerking of her hips started then, too.

Then, encouraged, I sucked harder, and her hips went faster. It was then she came awake, realized what I was doing and said, "Troy, nooo. I'm dirty now." She tried to push my head away, but I sucked harder and her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I don't believe it ... sooo goood!" It was all a breathy whisper. "Troy, you've opened me. All the things I'd forgotten ... all the hopes I once had ... ahhhhh! You're making me believe that they were once ... real ... mmmmmmm!"

She licked her lips and let her head shake back and forth in a slow rhythm. I sucked in synch with that same rhythm and that brought a long, soft "oooohhhhhhhh ..." that trailed off into silence.

"I thought this part of me was dead, Troy. I thought it had withered and was lost forever. But, here you are, making me believe, for the first time I can remember ... that I'm desirable ... that I'm worthy of these feelings ... that I'm a woman." It was all in the softest of whispers. I looked at her face, and from her closed eyes, tears ran down to her ears as she lay there.

"Troy, you wonderful boy ... no, you wonderful MAN. I wish you knew what you did for me. I wish you knew ..."

Her hands clasped harder, and I took that as my cue to suck harder. Mrs. Hayes hips raised off the bed and stayed there holding both herself and my sucking face a foot off the mattress.

"AGAIN!" she screamed! "AAAAHHHHGGGHHHH! TROY! TROY!" And she went limp and motionless except for a few after-quivers.

I had a raging hardon, of course, but thought it better if she take the lead at what would happen next. I lay next to her on my back, hoping the display of my cock would gain some attention.

It took a few moments for Mrs. Hayes to recover, but when she opened her eyes, her hand crawled over to touch my cock.

"Troy, this looks lonely," she said as she gave it a few strokes. She propped herself up and kissed my chest, then my stomach, then lower, until her tongue licked me. Her mouth took in as much of me as she could and then sucked-hard. I almost let out a few words of my own, but contained myself.

"I've got a place for this, Troy," she said, looking toward my face. As much as I wanted to look at her, kiss her, take her into my arms and hug her forever-I kept staring at the ceiling.

She turned to the nightstand, and then rolled another condom onto me. She draped one leg over mine and took my hand, gliding it hard against her muscular thigh and bending her knee so my palm also could take in the curve of her tanned calf.

I took over and kept running my hand over her leg, enjoying the feel of her length and fitness.

"These legs, Troy, are going to be wrapped around you. These are going to pull you and pull you until you're so tight inside me. Would you like that?"

I wanted to say "Trick question?" but didn't.

"Maybe it's my fault with Rodger. Partly my fault anyway," she said. She was talking to me, but even I realized she was talking to herself. "He never excited me, and I never did anything to really excite him. I began to take any effort I made as a sign of submission-so I didn't-including lifting my legs and opening up and wrapping them around him. But, I want to do that with you, you beautiful boy. I can't wait to do it with you, Troy."

Mrs. Hayes lay on her back, and encouraged me to mount her missionary style. I fumbled a little to keep playing my role, but not too long, because this was my first time in this position, and I was more than ready!

I lay flat on her, and there before me were her tits, so I thought I should do what I do-so I sucked them. "HHHHMMMMGGGHH!" she grunted and gave me a minute to take my fill.

She bent her knees and firmly planted her feet on the mattress. My cock was wedged tight against her belly between us. She kept maneuvering until the end of it was perfectly positioned, and I pushed-hard.

Mrs. Hayes got all of it, all nine, hard inches in one thrust. Just hours before, that would have been agony, and had her screaming. She screamed now, but it was:

"YEEESSSSSSS!"

This position made me want to fuck fast, deep, and mindlessly. So I did, right from the start.

It proved to be just what Mrs. Hayes wanted, or needed, maybe. "FUCK ME! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" she yelled just before she curled those long, gorgeous legs around me and tightened them with all her strength. That drove my cock all the deeper inside the furnace of her pussy.

"NNNNNNNAAAAAAAHHHH" she groaned, while using the leverage of her leg-lock hold to force her pussy up to meet each one of my violent thrusts. This was the first time I wasn't holding anything back.

I just pounded for minutes. The look on her face told me she was in heaven, someplace, if you ask me, was where she belonged.

To my surprise, she unlocked her ankles and took them away from my butt which clenched as I shot forward to invade her.

"Troy ... Troy ..." she whispered, all out of breath, "I want to try something ..."

She put her hand on my shoulder as a sign to stop. I didn't want to, but let her lead.

Mrs. Hayes positioned each one of her legs outside of my arms, which were propping me in position over her. Then she whispered, "I want my feet on your shoulders, sweet boy. I want you to bend me in half. I want to be as open to you as I can."

Sounded good to me, so I made it easy for her as she drew her legs high. In a few moments, Mrs. Hayes' perfectly pedicured feet were resting near my ears. I wanted to kiss and lick and suck those toes, which, up to now, I hadn't given enough attention to, I decided. But-I didn't.

Instead, I explored the leverage my new position was giving me: When I leaned forward, I had my arms pinning her thighs tight to her chest. This raised up her hips, forcing her sopping wet pussy to open up to my cock, completely vulnerable and defenseless.

"Now, Troy-now!"

I thrust hard, and from the SURPRISED "AAAYYY!" that came from her the first few times, I realized I was hitting new depths. That thought drove me nuts, and I fucked for the next five minutes like I WAS nuts.

Finally, Mrs. Hayes screamed, "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" I noticed her feet flexed and her toes curled hard. Loud into my ear, she yelled, "CUUUMMMINNG! I'M CUUUUUMMMINGG!"

I let out some grunts of my own as I shot yet another load towards Mrs. Hayes' interiors. Again, all my little guys were thwarted by the Latex Curtain. Not saying I didn't enjoy it anyway.

I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand before I passed out. It said 2:57.

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The late-morning sunlight created shadows on the bedroom floor. The shadows of the windowpanes crossed three light-blue condoms. These were full.

Mrs. Hayes picked them up, looked at the contents, and seemed amazed at how much each one contained.

"Goodbye," I heard her say as she flushed them down the toilet. She mimicked a male voice, I guess her husband's: "Oh, Jean-how come there are used condoms on our bedroom floor?"

We had slept together in the big bed until past 9 a.m. I awoke to Mrs. Hayes sucking on my penis. It was almost all the way erect. She said to it, and not specifically to me, "Time for one more!"

She had rolled one last condom on me and maneuvered me behind her for a morning doggie-style fuck. We both put all we had into it, knowing it would be our last.

After she flushed the condoms, she said, "Thirteen days. And then, "Oh well, I'll worry about that later."

I sat naked on her bed. I needed to get dressed because Mrs. Hayes had gotten a call from her husband saying that he and my father would be here in fifteen minutes.

Mrs. Hayes came in to the bedroom, knelt in front of me, and took my flaccid penis in her hand. "We have some unfinished business," she said before she dipped her face into my crotch.

We had just showered. Mrs. Hayes said she didn't want her husband or my father to smell pussy on an innocent, young boy. We both smelled like lavender soap instead.

She sucked in my entire cock, and it began to grow, and grow, and grow until she could only fit a portion of it in her painfully stretched mouth. There was room for both of her hands on the shaft, and she started with a slow jerking motion.

As I continued to harden, she increased the pace until her hands were a blur. Finally, my hips jerked forward and Mr. Hayes' wife's mouth was flooded by spurt after spurt of hot streams of semen and sperm.

She swallowed as fast as she could, but some of it dripped through her nose.

Then it was over. I had cum in her mouth and she swallowed the entire load.

She led me to my room and put fresh clothes on me.

She looked at me a long time, and I don't know what was going on in her head. She finally said, "Troy, you've given me so much pleasure. Thank you."

Then, I heard the door open and, "Jean! I'm home. And Jason's here."

She went downstairs, and left me to listen—and to worry. This is when it could all go wrong. I had been lucky yesterday to get away with Mom not calling me by my real name. Maybe my luck would continue. If it didn't, Mrs. Hayes could make lots of trouble, or go crazy, or something. None of it would be good for me, that's for sure.

"I hope the boy didn't give you any trouble," my father said. "He can be a handful."

"I bet he can," Mrs. Hayes said.

"Where is he," Jason asked. "We need to get home."

"He's upstairs. Want me to-" Mrs. Hayes started to say before my father cut her off.

"CARL!" my father called. "Get your butt down here!"

"Carl?" Mrs. Hayes said, "you had told me it was Troy."

"Did I?" her husband said. "Must have been a slip of the tongue with all that was going on with the deal."

"And Troy?" Mrs. Hayes' voice was getting loud with a hysterical tone to it.

"Yeah, Troy's fine," my dad said. "He's with his grandmother. It was easier for her to take care of him since he doesn't ... let's say need much attention because of his condition. It was Carl we were worried about because he's a rascal and always getting into something. I hope he wasn't too much bother."

I heard only silence, and decided I'd better get involved. My best chance was to talk with Mrs. Hayes alone and try to get her to see it was easier to say noting to either my family or her husband.

For the first time since I got there, I spoke, yelling down the stairs: "Mrs. Hayes, could you help me for a minute?"

She didn't say a word as she walked up the stairs.

"Not too long," my dad called behind her. "We still have to pick up Troy."

I was standing near the window, looking out when she entered.

Mrs. Hayes came in like slow motion, with a sick look on her face and said just one quivering, shocked word: "Why?"

I had been standing and looking out the window, wondering what I was going to say. I turned and looked her in the eyes for the first time. It felt good to act normal again. I said:

"Why? For a joke. At first. When you started talking to me like I was Troy, I thought I'd go along for a laugh. But, after you helped me go to the bathroom, I started getting other ideas. I started looking at that great body of yours and thought maybe I could get a look at you naked if you believed I was poor, helpless Troy."