Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  I asked her what she was thinking. Maybe a ride to the Strip?

  "He's not going to win, I just know it. And while I am ahead right now thanks to your generosity our credit cards are tapped out and we don't have gas money for the trip home tomorrow. I can't go to the ATM, there's nothing in the account. I just know tonight we will be desperate. So I am going to say something that I've never, ever said before."

  "What, Lisa, what?"

  The woman looked lost, beaten. Looking toward the ground I could barely hear the words. "Would you give me $100 for a blow job?"

  I knew it killed her to say it. She wasn't a whore. I was tempted to give her the money and leave it at that. My dick said something else, tho. And when I realized she wasn't joking I began the negotiation.

  "Okay. I will give you $50, but I will tip you if it's a good one. Lots of tongue. Lots of sucking. Licking. A real good blow job." I laid it out for her, hoping she's change her mind and say no while my mind kept saying "please say yes."

  The woman looked at me and I swear a smile crossed her lips. She told me I was a good negotiator. Then she seductively licked her lips and said 'let's go to your car."

  I offered my room, but she said no. She wanted to do it in the car. That was fine by me, a fantasy that took me back to high school.

  We drove in my piece of shit small foreign rental car from the parking lot, going nowhere in particular. We headed away from town, through some industrial park area. "Don't look at me, I have no idea where to go. This is my first time," said Lisa, laughing but caressing my thigh. "I really have never done this before. I've never cheated on Rick. Never."

  As we drove she said her husband had cheated on her, once with a secretary from work, and once right here in Vegas when he picked up a hooker and banged her royally. He rubbed that in her face for weeks, especially on how he was so hot and he made the whore cum. "The bastard wouldn't know if she faked it." Obviously she did we surmised.

  Pulling behind an expansive brick building and then in between a couple of trucks, I figured I'd found the perfect spot for seclusion. I could back out of the secluded spot, or, I could pull out forward. Lots of room, but away from the building's windows and actually with a pretty good view of the mountains in the distance.

  Lisa set the ground rules. "Remember, it's a blow job. Don't get any other ideas. I'm not screwing you. Nor will I screw you out of a good blow job," she laughed. "That was funny, huh! Really, I'm going to give you the best blowjob you have ever had...but nothing else, okay?"

  What could I say? She had me in her hands. Really. She was stroking me while she was talking, so I wasn't about to raise a fuss. I looked at her lips and thought of how lovely they'd look around my cock. That's something my wife hardly ever did anymore, as it was beneath her. But Lisa, well, I was anticipating a wonderful afternoon.

  "How should we do this?" was all I could say.

  Lisa smiled. "I think you take it out of your pants and I suck it until it spurts some of that disgusting stuff, or something like that."

  Ha ha. What a jokester. She should be on stage with lines like that. "That's not exactly what I meant."

  She asked what I'd like. I was the boss. She made a point of my paying for her services, almost like she wanted to remind me she was transformed from a housewife into a whore.

  When I started out of the casino I thought it might be a set up, that this could be too good to be true. But in that parking lot, with her slipping off her shoes, stroking me while she was doing it, I realized I'd hit the proverbial jackpot. A fantasy come true. A beautiful MILF was going to suck my cock in a parking lot.

  Handing her three 20s, she smiled and said she wasn't going to give me change. I nodded.

  The mountains in the distance looked so inviting, but not as inviting as Lisa, who was actually licking her lips when I unzipped and slipped my cock out of my boxers.

  "Pull your pants down," she cooed as she reached into her purse and pulled out a scrunch to hold her hair back into a sort of ponytail. "It will be better for you than through the zipper. Wouldn't want to scratch you and break the mood, right?"

  Lisa smiled as she said it, and I had to agree. My first thought was just to let her have at it while barely out of my pants. But hey, I was paying for this and why not do the complete Robby or something. Unbuckling my belt, I slipped down my jeans and boxers a little to my knees to give her full access.

  Unleashed, my cock sprung to the touch of the woman. She slowly stroked it as she told me she hadn't done this with anyone but her husband in more than a decade. I leaned back against the door, maneuvering around a little to give her more room.

  She wasn't in any hurry. That was a surprise. A fleeting thought had her getting me off quickly, sort of getting it over with. But she wasn't even moving quickly with her hand action. It was a deliberate stroking of my cock, as if she was getting to know it. She looked as she stroked it, absorbing the action.

  "You have a nice cock. I mean, really, it's nice. Not like I have a lot of experience, but it's firm, long and thick," said the girl as I wondered what she was talking about. I mean, my dick was only six inches, give or take a centimeter, and I had no gauge of how its thickness measured up against others when it was throbbing like this.

  Lisa leisurely played with my manhood and I felt stirrings that needed just a little more stimulation. I asked her if she'd blow me.

  "You are the boss, sir, I will if you want me to."

  "Oh I want you too, I do."

  She leaned over and kissed my cheek, then slipped up onto the passenger seat, kneeling on it. She bent over and slipped her head right above my midsection. She looked up, smiled, and bent her head over.

  She surprised me by holding my cock with her hand and then licking all around it. Her tongue was so wet, and it felt wonderful slipping and sliding around my cock.

  Slowly stroking my dick, Lisa moved her head up and whispered, "enjoy yourself."

  Damn, that was so very hot. A lovely woman whispering for me to do things just normally doesn't happen to a guy like me.

  All the while she was stroking my dick she was sort of moaning. I mean, it wasn't like moaning in passion but more like humming in happiness. Again she moved her head toward my cock and licked. First the tip, then around the crown, and then down the rock hard staff.

  As she did this she released her hand from the base of my cock and licked all the way down. It was sensuous watching her move down there, all around my dick. My cock wasn't overly cooperative, throbbing here and there, but somehow she got down to the spot between my cock and my balls and I groaned.

  Pausing, she asked if I was okay, but I just ordered her to keep doing what she was doing. Her one wrist served as a balance as her other stroked my leg and then regained a hold on my dick.

  I was ready to cum, and the girl had yet to suck my dick. It was just such an amazing set of sensations. I cautioned her that I was going to shoot and she backed off my dick.

  She pushed herself up next to me, and I wanted to grab my dick and jerk off an orgasm but she'd have none of that.

  "Don't you dare cum yet," said the woman. "I want it in my mouth. If that bastard is making be earn money with my mouth, I want the satisfaction of you leaving your deposit in there."

  She smiled, and then added. "I'm going to swallow it too, just to spite the gambling bastard."

  Speechless I just nodded. "You want cock? You want to swallow some cum? You came to the right place," was all I could muster, attempting to sound gruff when all I was thinking was how lovely she was and how lucky I was.

  Taking my hand, I carefully placed some pressure on her head. "You know what to do, Lisa, you know what to do so go ahead and do it."

  I want to say I lasted an hour, that her mouth hurt for a week and that I shot all over that pretty face or that I came a couple times. Nothing correct in any of those statements.

  She licked around the tip of my cock again and I merely groaned in the sensations. She ovaled her lips and slowl
y worked those tight lips down my cock without help from her hand.

  Down the shaft a couple inches she reversed the action and slowly went up my cock, then back down again a little further. She quickened her pace, loosening the hold and then tightened again. She was a master of mouth action.

  But after several minutes there was nothing I could do except explode.

  "I'm going to cum!!!" was my warning.

  That merely spurred her up and down my cock several times before trying to put the whole thing in her mouth. She didn't succeed, but it did the trick and my dick began spurting volley after volley of sticky man sauce into her mouth. True to her word, not a drop was missed.

  She didn't come up off the dick; she just kept sucking and swallowing around my throbbing cock. I don't think I'd shot that much semen in months, as the woman drew out more and more of the stuff while draining my dick.

  Lisa stopped sucking but kept the cock in her mouth for at least a minute, putting her head on my thighs and just laying there, exhausted. I could feel her swallowing the leftover residue; something I have to say was extremely sensuous.

  In the distance I heard a siren and that stunned me to pulling her up and then pulling up my underwear and pants. Lisa looked at me, and when I was presentable she made a show of wiping her lips with her shirtsleeve.

  She looked me in the eyes. "Damn, that was good. That was a huge load, when's the last time you came?"

  I laughed and started the car. We drove away from the parking lot in silence. I mean, what do you say to a girl who you barely knew who'd just sucked your cock? Thank you. And I must have thanked her five times on the way back to the Rio.

  We parked and I kissed her. I know, I know, she had just blown me, but I had to thank her. While I did I slipped two 20s into her hand after writing my cell number on one.

  "You are a sweetheart, I have to thank you for making that so enjoyable," she said.

  Damn, she was thanking me, and she had been sucking MY dick!

  We walked back into the casino and there was a little bit of silent awkwardness. I asked for her phone number, but she thought that wouldn't be a good idea. But she did offer an email address she said was private.

  Watching her walk down the casino floor I smiled at the events of the last couple of hours. Then I watched as she stopped and looked toward her right. She said something to someone, a guy, and he reached out and pulled her over.

  He had obviously been drinking and was loud and obnoxious. She looked around, saw me and smiled.

  She planted a big, sloppy kiss on her husband, I can't help but think she wanted him to have a nice taste of her recent activity as punishment.

  I couldn't help it, but I watched Lisa and her husband from afar at the casino. He had her on his lap and was obviously inebriated. She looked disgusted, but he didn't notice. The drinks were more than he could take and stay somewhat sober.

  Hard to imagine that an hour before his lovely soccer mom wife had given me the blowjob of my life in my POS rental car behind a Vegas warehouse. Smiling at the thought, I played a machine while constantly glancing at the twosome across the way.

  Their discussion got a little heated and I knew he was asking for money. Moving a little closer, on the other side of the machines for cover, I heard him say he had one more big game that he wanted to play in and he needed just $400 to buy in.

  Unfortunately, he only had about $50 bucks. I knew she couldn't help him because their credit cards were maxed out and she had less than $100 in her possession including the "gift" I had given her in the parking lot.

  "Come on, woman, don't be a bitch and just give me what you got," said the man.

  Lisa was strong, showed him her pocketbook and the $20 that was in it. Apparently she had tucked the rest of her cash in a more secluded spot on her person.

  The guy was obnoxious, a jackass, and took the $20 from her in a Vegas second. Soon he was feeding it to the machine, hoping for a big score.

  He quickly lost the money. "Shit, that sucks. I gotta piss." With that he staggered toward the restrooms.

  Hearing the girl sobbing, I walked around and held her shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Get in your car and take him home. Get out while you can. Here's another $20 for gas," was all I said.

  She gazed up at me, "thank you." She tucked the bill in her front clasp bra. Good place, don't think he's going to look there.

  Walking away I couldn't help but circling back toward the restroom where her husband was washing his face.

  "Tough day?" I asked.

  He growled yes back at me.

  "Me too. They are beating me good today."

  Lisa's husband nodded. "I'm close to winning, I can just feel it," slurred the man. "Bitch wife won't give me money to play the game."

  "Maybe she just doesn't have it," I said. "In these situations, I just go home and save the big win for next trip."

  The guy ignored my advice and said he had to get in the game that afternoon. He was going to win no doubt. He just needed some cash.

  I tried to change that thinking, but it wasn't to be.

  "She's just gonna have to get on her back and work that thing of her's for my stake. Hell, she's good at that. Get me in the game and tonight I'll make it up to her."

  Uh oh. That's not a good sign. I'm pretty sure that Lisa might not jump on the idea. But who knows? She blew me in a car an hour ago. Who knows?

  The husband walked out of the restroom on a mission. He was going to play in that game. I thought that Lisa might be forced into submission, and who knows, how would it look in the local paper if she got picked up for solicitation? That wouldn't play at the PTA.

  I returned to my casino observatory and watched as the man spoke to his wife. I don't think he was speaking about their kids' college fund. More likely, I think he was speaking about his wife's ass and how she should use it to get him his stake.

  Needless to say she smacked his face and gingerly walked away. He started up after her, mumbled bitch or something, and sat back down. I circled around and bumped into her by the ladies room.

  "Oh Rob, this is awful," she said while hugging me close. Acting dumb, I held her then led her away from the lights and glitter and outside to a bench.

  "What's wrong, Lisa, are you okay?" knowing all the while she wasn't.

  "The bastard, he wants me to fuck some guys for money. He told me to use my money pit as a moneymaker and get him his stake into the game. He said, basically hump or hike my way home."

  What an asshole.

  The End.

  Wayward Widow

  My name is Helen Crusoe , I am fifty six years old, I am five foot six and have light blond hair and I keep it cut fairly short, for convenience reasons, Plus people say it makes me look younger.

  I have a good body for my age, I think anyway. My thirty eight d's are still firm and ripe and do not hang down at all so far anyway. My small pink nipples are still cute and get very taught when I am aroused. I still keep my pussy shaved because that was the way my husband always loved it.

  Richard my husband of twenty years died sixteen mouths ago. I went thru a long grieving process, still don't know if I am over it, I miss my husband still muchly. Richard was truly the love of my life.

  I was devastated when I found out that he was killed in an auto crash, My lord it wasn't even his fault.

  He was hit head on by a man that was all drugged out. Since then I haven't done much of anything.

  One day I said "Enough" and began over to live my life, I had received almost 2.3 Million dollars from his trust and life insurance. I purchased a nice Condo, and an SL 500 Mercedes Benz , silver in color with a red interior.

  Richard and I never had children our choice I guess, I was always on the pill and afraid to get pregnant.

  One day a young man was working on the condo next to mine, I watched him through the window.

  He looked to be about twenty three or four, it was hard to say really.

  He was tall and sexy, without
his shirt on I saw his six pack abs's, I was aroused looking at him.

  I had on a satin robe and nothing underneath, I felt naughty and ran my hand inside my robe and messaged my nipples, I imagined his big young cock in my small mature hand. OH I had to touch my throbbing pussy. I truly felt like being naughty, Even though I shouldn't.

  I opened the door and stood out on my steps and called to the strong looking young man.

  He looked up and saw me, I allowed my robe to fall open slightly so he could see.

  "YES " he said

  "You look like your hot, come up here and I will give you something to drink" I told him

  My crotch throbbed, "OK Mam" he spoke.

  Soon he was in front of me,

  Oh Gosh I thought he was a young stud indeed.

  His name was Kyle, I had him come in and sit at my table. I got him a coke from my refrigerator, I bent more then needed and allowed my robe to rise up in the back, I stood to the side of him and leaned down to sit his soda upon the table, I made sure that my robe was lose so it would swing open slightly , so he would have a good glimpse of my chest and my freckled breasts.

  I did see him look, "Thanks Mam" he said. "Oh Please call me Helen" I told him.

  "OK Helen it is"

  I and Kyle talked for a little bit, He had a girlfriend , but she was in college away from our town.

  "You must get lonely" I said to him.

  "Not so much Helen I stay pretty busy" He told me.

  While he sipped his coke, I noticed him looking at my chest, I was getting more aroused, wondering if his cock was growing in his work pants.

  "You have a lot of friends"? I asked

  "Oh a few" He told me.

  I allowed my robe to slid a little more open, as we spoke.

  He seemed to look surprised when he looked over toward me, I knew it was working. My thighs were quivering right now, I couldn't stop it, It had been so long for me.

  I said "Kyle do you like my chest, I see you checking it out"?

  "Yes, Yes as a matter of fact I do" He told me.

  " Kyle I am old enough to be your mother" I said to him.