My Toy Boy Returns 3

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With the best will in the world, it was going to be a while before John was ready for another fuck. My problem was what to do with him. I know that sounds heartless, but there was no way I was going to snuggle up to him in bed and doze. That would give him all sorts of wrong ideas. Then a thought struck me.

We were lying side by side; not touching, just recovering.

I decided it was time I divested myself of some clothes. The blouse was ruined, but no great loss. The skirt would need the dry cleaners. That would raise an eyebrow or two. I took both off and threw them in the corner. My knickers were already scuttering somewhere. The bra had come through unscathed so I unclipped it and threw it at John. “Have a feel. You like that?”

I was standing in the middle of the room legs slightly apart and made no attempt to hide anything. He’d caught the bra and was fingering it but his eyes were fixed on me. “I bet you wish that was your mother’s,” I said.

“No. Not really. I just like women’s things. Doesn’t matter whose they are.”

“But you enjoy looking at your mother in her undies don’t you? Imagining doing what we’ve done with her?”

I knew or at least suspected his fixation on his mother's knickers was largely due to there being no other female in his life until I materialised, but I was keen to find out how embedded and kinky his thoughts were.

He didn’t reply immediately. Thinking how much trouble his reply might cause was my guess.

“I think she’s attractive. When I was in the sixth form a number of guys had the hots for her. Voted her their favourite MILF.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, well I suppose so. Not that I would but you know, fantasy and all that.”

“So if she came on to you, you would object?”

He laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed. “Mum? Come on to me? Leave it out. Christ, she’s as straight as a bloody Roman road. The chances of her doing anything like that is a non starter. Christ, I doubt she’d do anything slightly sexy outside their bedroom even with dad.” Mm. I think John was as far off track about his mother as she was about him, but I’d keep that thought to myself.

“Okay. Look, go over to that chest of drawers, and open the top one. Have a rummage.” He gave me an odd look but did as bid. It was my lingerie drawer. I wanted this young man feeling and enjoying my bras and knickers. As much for my benefit as his. I was hoping to get a feeling of violation. I’d originally planned this to coincide with his second erection and had in mind getting him to spray his jizz all over my selection of underwear. Totally deviant of me. That would have to wait now, asking him for four stiffies in two hours was perhaps pushing things.

He liked what he saw when he pulled the drawer open. After his initial surprise, he looked at me awaiting instructions. “Help yourself. Sniff them, stuff them in your mouth or up my cunt, wank yourself with them. Just don’t cum. I want you fucking me again.”

I was purposely being dirty. I wanted to see how he reacted. To add to my words I lay on the bed legs apart, one knee raised fingers working my cunt. He didn’t seem fazed. He watched me for a minute, slowly wanking himself, then turned to the drawer and rifled through it. He came up holding a pair of cream lace knickers edged in black. Ones I’d had from years ago when I still dressed to please my ex rather than put him off.

He wrapped them around his cock and carried on wanking. There was no sign of embarrassment or nerves. He’d journeyed a long way in a short time. He watched me again and came over to the bed. He unwrapped the knickers, screwed them up in his fist, and asked, “Can I put them in you?”

I’d suggested it but hadn’t thought he’d ask to do it. Not that I had a problem, I was just surprised he had the confidence to ask. “Help yourself.”

I raised the other knee. He knelt on the bed between my legs and rubbed the material over my pussy then gently pushed it into my vagina. He kept pushing until the garment had disappeared. I looked down at his crotch. His cock was showing signs of life. Not sufficient to fuck me but well on the way.

“What now?” I asked. He didn’t answer, simply sat on his heels staring at my pussy. I suspected he’d seen someone do the self same thing on the web but not got round to watching what happened next. Suddenly he was my naive nineteen years old again. He needed telling.

“Put your head down there. Pull them out with your teeth, then put them on. You’re going to wear them home.” I watched the effect of what I’d said on his cock. From 50% ready it went to 90% before his head had even got to my crotch. He attempted to get hold of the knickers with his teeth. It felt like a mouse nibbling at a piece of cheese. (For the avoidance of doubt I have absolutely no idea what that would feel like having never been a mouse or a piece of cheese but the analogy seemed apt). He’d pushed the knickers in completely and couldn’t get his mouth in far enough to grip them. I wasn’t going to stop him trying though. The action on my lips spilling over to my clit as he pushed hard to get in further was interesting! As if he were a dildo. A huge unbelievably large dildo. It was having an effect on me. By now the knickers were soaked and I was needing that young cock in me.

“Okay, good try. Use your fingers. Pull them out very slowly.” I’d wanted to say pull them out fast. Replace them with your cock, but had an idea the slow withdrawal might feel sexy. I wasn’t wrong! My. The sensation was minor but erotic nonetheless. Once they were out I gave him two further instructions. “Suck some juice out, then kiss me. Then fuck me.” He was reacting how I’d hoped to the dirty talk. It seemed I was judging him right.

The kiss was deliciously flavoured but I concentrated on helping his cock find home. It was now at full attention and hopefully given his previous eruptions would stay that way for some time.

I wasn’t disappointed. In fact he didn’t manage to come again. His cock stayed solid. His technique stayed sound. My cunt celebrated the continuous thrusting. My body produced copious lubrication and I came. It was a long satisfactory fuck. For me anyway. He may have felt frustrated but after my orgasm when I felt his cock diminishing I assured him it wasn’t a problem and he seemed content. After all he’d already fucked me twice.

Time had marched on. He’d been with me nearly three hours. I wanted to avoid raising red flags with Lizzie so reluctantly decided to call it a day.

“Best have a shower before you go.” I said, “I think you might smell of sex.”

I could describe what happened next. Me leading him into the shower. Me soaping him all over. Me perking up his cock again. Me having a final wank and blow job. But I know you wouldn’t be interested so I won’t mention it! By the time we’d finished, I have to say he did look tired! But he wasn’t now smelling of me. I found the knickers I had said he was to wear home and had a sniff. They too were reeking of sex. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea and I told him so which didn’t seem to overly disappoint him. He was clean out of kinky thoughts!

I told him to try to not be too happy when he got home, gave him one last open mouthed kiss and sent him on his way.

Wow! What an afternoon!