Babysitting my Toy Boy 3

If you want to catch up on my adventures to date, you’ll find the list of all 121 blogs here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble

This is part 3 of my debauched afternoon. If you haven’t read the other parts start here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/babysitting-my-toy-boy-794850e3ea92

One hand remained clamped over a tit, the other moved down my body, and his fingers found their way past his mother’ ripped knickers into my cunt. My sopping wet cunt. There was no finesse in the finger fuck he gave me, but then we were way past that. This was now full on deviant sex. Hard sex. But I needed to be sure I still had control. It was amazing my mind hadn’t already rebelled against my body’s needs. I needed reassurance I could still call a halt. That the power was still in my hands. His fingers were still fucking me. “Stop! Now!” I growled. He did. Instantaneously. I couldn’t see his face, he was still behind me, but I sensed his confusion. “It’s okay, just checking you were still listening. Time to fuck.”

His mothers torn knickers still hung from me. My stockings were laddered and soaked in his piss. I reached behind me and found his cock. Solid as it had been when I’d first released it. He could have a great future in porn movies with a recovery speed like that! I ignored his cock, and cradled his balls. It was awkward doing anything behind my back so I turned to face him and thought about dropping to my knees and giving him a blow job, but I had too much need for a full fuck. I contemplated it there, in the bathroom but wanted it to last and lying on a cold tiled floor would not be conducive to that end, so I led him back to his bedroom by his cock. It would have been funny but for my overriding need.

I threw myself on his bed missionary style. I wanted to see him. Watch his face. His expressions.

He climbed on after me. Held his cock and guided it in. I planned on letting him do everything. Free reign. See where he went. I’d lie back and enjoy it. Hopefully.

I was so wet his invasion of my cunt was one smooth thrust. He sunk up to his balls. Perhaps the lack of friction would work in my favour.

His hands were on the bed beside me taking his weight as if doing press ups. What a gentleman. I was more interested in him acting ungentlemanly but I’d have taken anything at that point in time.

The feel of his cock inside me, the sheer sexual thrill of his organ invading my cunt of its own volition was sublime. Lying back, soaking in the sensation and my juices. Relaxed. Fucked. Twice in one day.

His technique was basic, but I didn’t give a fig. I had a cock, a large cock at that, sending waves of sensuous pleasure through me.

He kept the rhythm going for some time. He seemed frightened stop and change his position. He was beginning to perspire. supporting himself above me was taking its toll. I took pity on him as he clearly felt he shouldn’t lie on me. I had news for him.

“Come down. Squash my boobs. Or suck them.”

He was still malleable. He sighed as he lowered himself, his head dropping to tuck into mummy’s teat.

I actually said that to him. “Come on, suck on my teat. Imagine it’s your mother’s. Imagine you were sucking and fucking her.” The effect of my words was a shock. His thrusts magnified in force four fold. The speed doubled. Thudding into me. Making me grunt. I’d consider the implications later. For now I’d enjoy the added thrill.

I ran my hands through his hair, over his back. I could feel that orgasm building. How I’d resisted it for so long I don’t know, considering I felt about to explode when he was peeing on me. But my resistance was at an end. As the climax coursed through me, I dug my nails into his back and with the other hand pulled his head up to mine, and kissed him. Wantonly. Open mouthed. Our lips had barely touched when my orgasm made landfall. My back arched. I moaned. Loud and long. His cock was still in me although he had stopped thrusting. As far as I could tell, and I was in no position to be sure of anything, he hadn’t come. Hardly surprising given his previous emissions I suppose.

I said earlier, I wouldn’t cuddle up to him in the bed as I felt it was too intimate, but I did now. I was exhausted from the sheer emotion of what I’d done. He was exhausted from the physicality of the last few hours. He deserved a reward. If it gave him the wrong idea I’d have to square him up but for the moment I decided we could wallow in the afterglow of a fucking good fuck!

If I was going to cuddle him I decided I might as well go the whole hog. I half turned towards him, laid an arm across his chest and kissed him. “Let’s snooze,” I said. He turned towards me and smiled. “You know, there are blokes in my class that go on and on about their conquests, and describe what they get up to. It’s not a patch on what we’ve just done.” He lightly kissed me and turned away so I could spoon into him. His comment and that action made me think he’d grown up a lot in one afternoon.

“Are you going to tell them? Boast about your nympho MILF?” I asked.

“No. They wouldn’t believe me and would just rib me.”

“Well, you could always bring them along and we could give them a practical demonstration.”And I could get gang banged” I thought.

“Ha, yeah I can just see their faces, but I don’t want to share you.”

Oh oh. Warning bells started clanging. I needed to stop that.

“Too late for that John. You’re not the only one.”

“I didn’t think I would be. That’s not what I meant. I’m sure you’ve got loads of blokes who can give you a better time than me. I just meant I didn’t want to share you with my class mates.”

He had grown up a lot.