Mrs. Johanson Ch. 02byfntcwriter©
We didn't go out to eat. I ate her out, she sucked my cock and swallowed me down, but we stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon.
I was in heaven! The woman of my fantasies was here with me for real - letting me suck her tits, fuck her hot pussy, eat her out, and cum on her, in her, with her. She was a hungry bitch, and I was a fucking horny bastard.
Emily couldn't seem to get enough of my cock. I was all too happy to give her all I had, and enjoy everything she wanted to do to me.
"Jack," she sighed as we lay in bed, running her fingers up and down my spine. I was curled against her magnificent body, my cock still slick with cum and pussy, waiting for things to fire up again and make some more loving. "It's been so long..."
For me, too. Well, I mean, having wanted her for most of my life.
"Mr. Johanson and I - we haven't - made love - in quite a while..."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Emily," I mumbled. I was feeling too good to feel jealous. I mean, he was her husband after all.
She hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Oh, I've needed a good fuck for so long!" she sighed and laughed. It was great to hear her laugh. Plus it made her breasts jiggle, and I enjoyed that.
Leaning up, I took one nipple in my mouth and began to suck on it, feeling her harden, enjoying her little gasps of pleasure when I flicked it with my tongue.
"Oh, Jack... That feels so good!"
She began to writhe as I kept it up. I could feel her pussy grow hot, then wet, against my thigh. I ground it into her while I sucked her tits mercilessly. She loved it, even when I got very aggressive. Finally, she grasped me close as she shuddered, having an orgasm. I just held her until it was through.
"Oh - Oh, Jack... Oh my dear, sweet Jack..." she moaned and kissed me over and over. I kissed her back, kissing more passionately, until my cock was hard and slapping against her thigh again. I wanted to fuck her, hard. But Emily seemed to love sucking me off this afternoon.
Rolling me over onto my back, she slid down, her boobs sliding over my cock before her wet, hungry lips engulfed me.
It was my turn to moan and writhe as Mrs. Johanson's tongue swirled around my cock, and she sucked me deeply.
I was blown away by how deep she'd take me into her throat. I mean, I was fucking slipping down her throat with my cock as she went down on me!
"Mmmm - mmm - mmmm," her moans vibrated inside my cock deliciously, and I groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Emily! I'm gonna' cum... I'm gonna' cum, again!"
Slipping her mouth off with an audible "pop", Mrs. Johanson said "Good!" in a husky voice. "Cum in my mouth, Jack. I want it! I want it so bad!" So said she engulfed me with her lips, deep throating me again.
"Ah fuuuuckkk!" I came, shooting off in her mouth. Mrs. Johanson expertly tightened her lips, not letting any of my jizz escape her hungry mouth. Swallowing it down, she licked me clean, driving me crazy while her tongue explored the split in the head of my cock.
"Mmmmm! Wonderful, Jack! Wonderful!" she said with a throaty, goo-filled mouth.
I lay there, catching my breath, basking in the pleasure this woman had just given me. Again.
"Fuck, Mrs. Johanson..."
"Uh - Emily, please, Jack."
I smiled wickedly down at her. "I don't know... 'Mrs. Johanson' makes it feel so - dirty. Forbidden. And that's much more exciting..." I said.
She crawled up my body, kissing everything as she went, until she lay pressed on top of me.
"Well, when you put it that way..." she said as she kissed me.
I could taste my own cum from her mouth. We reeked of sex - my cum, her pussy. It was like the greatest cologne ever.
"You don't mind kissing me after I've... just made you cum?" she asked, curious.
"No. Why should I? You seem to enjoy it. I much prefer how you taste and smell, however," I answered as I slipped a finger down and into her pussy.
Emily giggled, resting her head against me as she enjoyed my diddling finger. "I do love it, Jack. I didn't realize how much I missed - the taste of cum. Until now, that is."
I smiled and kissed her on the top of her head. It was cool to get a glimpse of the Mrs. Johanson when she was young and sexual, the way she must have been when she met Mr. Johanson.
I felt a twinge of jealousy, stupid as that may sound.
I thought of something else. "Mrs. Johanson - Emily - how come you don't have any kids of your own?"
Emily looked up at me, puzzled. "Why, Jack - that's an odd question to ask at a time like this."
I was confused. "Oh - sorry. I don't mean because you're old enough to be my mom or anything. Fuck - I don't care about your age, Emily! I've wanted you like this for fucking forever! Just, curious is all."
She watched me a moment, taking in what I said. Then, with a smile, she crawled up higher so we could kiss.
"Thank you, Jack, for reminding me you still think I'm sexy."
I grabbed her ass, hard, and said, "I know, Mrs. Johanson, not think. I know you're damn sexy. So damn sexy, I can't think of anyone I'd rather fuck. Ever."
She laughed and hugged me tight.
"Well, just so you know," Emily said, cuddling up against me. Her hand raced my chest and belly, her finger playing with the goo that was stuck in my hair. "I can't have children. So, its perfectly alright for us to have unprotected sex. Provided," she paused, looking at me seriously, "Provided you don't have any diseases or anything?"
It was a little late to worry, but I told her I was clean. I could feel her relax, and she drew one thigh up over mine, reaching down to cradle my flaccid dick. Lucky guy was getting one hell of a workout!
I wanted to be honest with her, especially now that things had gone the way they had. "Mrs. Johanson... I've been so in love with you for so long..."
Emily smiled worriedly, and asked, "Love? Or in lust with?"
I shook my head, taking her hand and running my fingers along the back of hers. "Well, lust, certainly. But, well, in love, too, to be honest. I mean, the few girls I've gone out with... I always wanted them - wanted them to be you. Like you. Oh hell..." I blushed.
Mrs. Johanson smiled, and her eyes shone. "It's okay, Jack. That's - that's very sweet of you to tell me. In fact, it's both touching and making me incredibly wet. Again!"
We both laughed.
"I'm going to tell you something," she said, playing with my fingers now, like I had done with hers. "I'm a very - sexual - person. These past few years have been - very hard. Mr. Johanson, well - he's not been in love with me for a while..."
I started to speak, but Emily stopped me gently.
"I'm not going to go into all the reasons why. Suffice it to say, Mr. Johanson has some health issues that have made it difficult for him to... give me what I need. So, I've had to - rely on myself - for a while now."
I remembered watching her masturbate through her bedroom window, and gave her a squeeze.
"Emily - shit! I've had to 'rely on myself' for years, too!"
We both laughed, and she snuggled close to me.
"Tell me about that," she said. "Tell me what you've fantasized about."
"You mean, besides you?" I asked with a grin.
"Yes. Well, as well as me. I want to hear everything that turns you on."
This was incredible! I was falling more in love with Mrs. Johanson every minute.
"Well, I love your big breasts..."
"My tits? Yes?" she said and moved her hands up to juggle them. She pulled on her nipples, watching my reaction. I stared, enjoying it for a moment.
"Oh, yeah..." I said. "And your waist, and legs, and ass..."
Emily pressed her body against mine, trying to let my body feel as much of her as possible. She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast, massaging it with my palm.
"Go on..." she said.
"I - I've fantasized about - watching you masturbate..."
"Really?" she asked. "How? What was I doing?"
I began to describe to her what I had actually seen her do. As I did, she began to play with herself, watching me as I began to become unfocused on talking, getting too caught up by her to think straight.
Mrs. Johanson scooted back from me, allowing me to see her fully, as she obliged my fantasy, masturbating for me. She loved the lust in my eyes because she did herself slowly, teasing me, making me crazy with every brush, every touch she gave herself.
"Like this, Jack? is this what you fantasized about?" she'd whisper.
My cock stood up, and she had her answer. I began to stroke my cock as I watched her. And she loved watching me, too.
The next several minutes passed without any talking. Just mutual moaning and gasps and pleasuring. As I began to cum, Mrs. Johanson's eyes got big and she began to contract, pushing her fingers into her pussy deep and hard. When my cum shot out onto my belly, she moaned and closed her eyes, writhing in ecstasy.
"Oh my gosh, Jack!" she sighed. "That was - so hot!" Quickly, Mrs. Johanson crawled up to me and lapped up the cum from my belly, holding my cock with one hand. Then she cleaned my cock with her tongue. "Ambrosia!" she sighed, smacking her lips.
Shit! I was totally in love with her by now.
Without pause, Mrs. Johanson went right back down on my on my spent cock. She licked and sucked until the little sucker began to get hard again.
Once I was back up and running, Emily rolled over, onto all fours, and looked at me, her desire apparent in her eyes.
"Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard!"
I gladly obliged, crawling up behind her sweet ass. I slid my cock in, and instead of being gentle, once the head was in, I drove it as deep inside her wet pussy as I could get it.
"Oh!" she gasped, and I smiled.
"You like that, Mrs. Johanson?" I was feeling wicked. "You like my hard, young cock in your sweet, wet pussy?" I ground my hips, moving my cock around inside her, making her moan.
Emily bent down, smothering her cries in the pillow.
I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back up.
"What's that, Emily?" I said and slammed my cock in and out again. "I didn't hear you."
"Yes! Oh my god, fuck - yes! Yes, Jack! I love your hard cock in me!" she cried.
This was better than any fantasy I'd ever had before...
"Good, Mrs. Johanson. Because I think I've shot so much cum on you, and in you, that I'm gonna' last a long, long time."
Emily just whimpered and writhed with pleasure.
I began to fuck her hard and fast. Emily lowered her head again, and I grabbed her hips so I could pull her tighter against me with every inward thrust. My balls slapped her belly, and Emily began to curl as her orgasm built.
I was relentless. I just kept slamming into her, driving my cock deep and grinding it into her as she came.
I resumed fucking her once this orgasm receded. Emily rolled, and I pulled back far enough to let her twist onto her side, but not out of her. The feeling of her pussy on my cock, rotating on me like that, felt incredible.
Emily looked at me with dreamy eyes as I kept sliding my shaft in and out of her pussy. Her eyes looked so damn sexy, I felt my climax near.
"I want you, Emily... I want to fuck you so hard... I want to fill you with my cum..." I groaned, gasping between thrusts to speak.
"Yes, Jack," she moaned. "Yes - please, cum inside me. I want it so bad!"
Grasping her legs and pulling them up, I drove my cock down so far, I could feel the head against the top of her womb. Pressing myself there, I shot my load. The backwash over the head of my cock was indescribable!
"Oooooh, fuuuck..." I sighed and lowered myself down on her.
Mrs. Johanson clasped me close, my head between her beautiful, massive breasts, and just held me.
I lay there, enjoying the moment, hearing her heart through her breastbone, in total bliss.
Finally, my spent cock slid from her pussy, followed by a trickle of ooze. My thigh was coated with cum and pussy juice, and the air was thick with the smells of sex.
"Damn! That was great, Emily!" I sighed and rolled onto my back.
Mrs. Johanson cuddled close next to me, snuggling her face into my neck.
"Yes, Jack, it was."
I never wanted this evening to end.
But end it must. And end it did.
We dozed for a while. Finally, about 10p.m., Emily shook me gently, waking me.
"Jack? You need to go. I don't want your mom to get worried."
I kissed her, and she kissed me back. My dick began to harden, but Emily was firm with me.
"No, no, no," she smiled and pulled me up. "You need a shower. Alone! And then get yourself home. We'll have to do this... later."
I knew she was right. Reluctantly, I kissed her a final time before staggering off to the Johanson's shower. I washed the traces of our lovemaking away, sad at the loss.
Once I came out, Mrs. Johanson helped dry me off.
She was very quiet, and I knew why. The reality of what we'd done, and the unknown of what we'd do from now on, loomed present.
As it was want to do, my cock hardened as Emily rubbed me with the towel.
Emily was down in front of me, and looked up and said, "Oh, what the hell!" With that, she slipped her mouth over my cock and began to suck me off again.
I stood, enjoying it, until I felt my climax ready to shoot.
"Ah, god! Yeah! I'm gonna' cum, again, Mrs. J! Now!!"
Emily just wrapped her lips tighter, and greedily sucked me as I came.
Lapping me up, Emily swallowed and smiled, licking her lips.
"I couldn't help it, Jack," she grinned. "I don't know when I'll get the chance to have this again."
It made me sad to hear it, but I understood.
I pulled her up, kissing her again, tasting myself and some remnant of her aroma from her lips.
"I know, Mrs. Johanson. I know."
We looked at each other for several moments before she looked away.
Handing me my shorts, Mrs. Johanson slipped on a robe and waited in the other room while I dressed.
I came out, hating to leave, but she saw me to the door. We held hands, like young lovers.
Before she opened the door, Emily gave me a quick hug and a kiss.
"Now go!" she said, shooing me out. "Before I break down and cry..."
She closed the door behind me.
I walked home slowly. Dreaming. Wanting. Hating the circumstances.
"Hi, honey! You have a good time?" my mom asked as I came in the house.
"Yeah," I replied. I forced a smile.
"You okay?" she asked. "You look a little down."
"Just tired, Mom," I answered. "I worked hard over there today."
"Well, I'm sure Emily appreciates it. Why don't you stop over there again tomorrow and see if there's anything else she needs help with, okay?"
I felt a glimmer of hope. "Okay, Mom. Sure."