John, chocolates and a sexy mess
When the mother of a nineteen year old boy sends him round to a woman of her age who she has had sex with bearing a box of chocolates can…
When the mother of a nineteen year old boy sends him round to a woman of her age who she has had sex with bearing a box of chocolates can she really be ignorant of what happens? I was beginning to suspect that, even though I’d tried to keep my liaison (What a lovely word so, ‘Brief Encounter’!) a secret, she must know, especially after the chat we’d had recently where she had deliberately let him glimpse her in her underwear. (The reason for that is explained in earlier blogs).
Anyway, here he was on my doorstep, an ear to ear grin, an arm extended holding the box of chocolates, and a “Mum suggested you might like these as a gift.”
“Mm, I do like chocolates,” I said, “but I was hoping you might have another gift.” My tone of voice left little doubt about what I had in mind.
He stepped in. I closed the door. Put an arm around him. Kissed him hard and squeezed his balls. Yes, he was already on the way to a solid erection. I needed sex. I’d had a pretty dire week work-wise, too much aggravation, not enough satisfaction. I need a good hard fuck.
He wasn’t shy in returning my kiss and his hand encompassed a tit and squeezed as hard as I was.
Our meetings were getting into a rhythm, a quick fuck in the hallway to start, some mutual groping in the lounge, and then a full-blown orgy-style rampage as a main course. I had no reason to suspect this meeting would be any different. It was certainly starting out that way.
Our kiss didn’t break, but I released his balls, undid his jeans, and pushed them down. His hand had gone up my sweater, inside my bra, and was tweaking a nipple.
So that he didn’t need to stop, I undid my own jeans and they sank to the floor. I hadn’t bothered with knickers. I know John has a kink for sexy undies, but I had something special in mind and this first fuck was usually hard and fast, so their absence didn’t have a downside.
I had his cock in hand, wanking hard not that it needed encouragement to rise to the occasion. His other hand had found my fast dampening pussy and two fingers were encouraging me to open the tap further.
He sank to his knees in front of me and substituted his tongue for his fingers, which increased the flow even further. For such an inexerienced young man, his oral technique wasn’t bad. Not exceptional but it was more than adequate for my needs.
I couldn’t wait. I needed his cock in me. I stepped away from him, turned, and put my arms out onto the stairs, bending forward and opening my legs. I hardly needed to ask! He was up and in me in a second. His thrusts determined. Hard. Almost masterful. Amazing transformation. I was hot enough not to worry or expect it to last long and it didn’t, but it was long enough to bring me my first orgasm of the day. As he came, he wrapped his arms around me, grabbing both tits and mashing them together, digging his nails into them. I wondered what he’d been watching in the way of ‘homework’! No complaints from me, though!
I wanted today to be depraved, to move this young man up a notch or two. With what I had in mind to discuss with him, I was confident he’d enjoy the journey.
I could feel his semen leaking out. His first task. “Don’t waste it. Get down, lap it up. Keep it in your mouth, then kiss me.”
There was the slightest hesitation, but he did as asked. I kept myself balanced forward with one hand on the stairs and did my best to open my cunt lips to let the flow out. He took the lead from my fingers and gently held my lips apart, enabling his tongue to probe deeper. He stood up and I turned, openmouthed. Our lips met, and he opened his mouth. My tongue went in, licking my cum from inside. Oh god. The sensation. The taste! Once I had all I could gather, I showed him first, then swallowed it all. His face was a study and I felt his cock. Yes, it was affecting his recovery, not that he ever needed much help.
“Upstairs,” I ordered, and led the way. Being naked from the waist down, I could feel his eyes boring into my naked bum. Hopefully, soon something else would be.
I led the way into my bedroom. “Take off the rest of your clothes and lie on the bed.” While he did, I got myself naked and opened my knicker drawer. pulled out a pair of white lacy French style knickers and dangled them from a finger. “Like these?” I asked.
No reply, just an enthusiastic nod. “Good, put them on.” I tossed them to him. He did as asked.
“Now wank yourself through them.” To encourage him, I leant back against the chest of drawers, opened my legs, and started fingering myself. I could see he was expanding. Time to talk about his mother.
