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Book 2: Hot Mom Seduction
by Mia Perry © All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Erotic, for adults, 18+ only
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Dave and I met in college. In fact, we came from totally different worlds.
Dave is a typical engineer. He talks slowly and quietly. He always tries to list all the details to draw a conclusion. Listening to him is like listening to a computer reading a science paper. It’s boring.
I’m the opposite. I talk fast. I laugh all the time. I jump topics quickly. Dave really has a hard time keeping up with me. His eyes bulge out like a gold fish. His facial expression tells me he is totally lost.
Oh, well, I don’t really care how much he understands. All I need is a good audience who listens.
But his quietness was not the reason I was attracted to him. It was his sex drive that made him stand out from all the boyfriends I had.
Everything started with a one night stand during the spring break.
You know, most students would prefer to go home for the week to meet friends and have fun. But the ones staying in the college are those who love the real fun.
That night was absolutely normal. I strolled into the bar, finished a few drinks, and became lost in my own world.
I couldn’t remember what actually happened. All I knew was I woke up beside a man—a nude man. I was nude, too.
He was tall and skinny. It seemed he had been awake for a while. I turned around to face him. He smiled and kissed me. “Kate, did you sleep well?”
I tried to remember what happened but I couldn’t remember anything. “Who are you?” I asked him.
“I’m Dave,” he gave me one more kiss. “don’t you remember?”
I shook my head, smiling.
“Are you serious, Kate?” Dave’s eyes bulged. “We chatted for a good thirty minutes in the bar.”
“Oh,” I know which bar he meant.
“So you remember now?” Dave grinned.
I shook my head. After a while, I asked, “Did you buy me drinks?” Usually, I wouldn’t get this drunk unless someone encouraged me to drink more.
“Oh, yeah,” Dave nodded. “You asked me to.”
“Did I?” I couldn’t really remember.
“And you said let’s have a good time,” Dave said.
“Did I?” I was surprised I said that.
“Yeah,” Dave said. “Then I told you I have a girlfriend in another college and you said ‘she won’t find out.’”
“I did?” my eyes rounded. “I really did?”
“Yup,” Dave held me tight.
“Really?” I couldn’t remember a thing.
Dave pushed me gently. I turned and laid on my back. Dave gave my boobs a few hard kisses. Then, he rolled onto my body.
I became excited. I wanted to have good sex right away. “Dave, let’s do it.”
“Do you want a drink or something to eat?” he was so ridiculously logical: I’m going to fuck you. But I have to give you energy first.
“I want you!” I urged. “I want you to fuck me now! And hard!” I spread my legs.
Dave’s cock grew a few times bigger in just seconds. He charged. God! It was deep and hard. I groan right away.
Dave kept thrusting. His cock went deeper and deeper. It moved in rhythm to give my lips a thorough massage. I came. He pushed harder. I came again, and then again…
Man, I felt so lucky. Had I had a clear mind to pick, Dave wouldn’t have had a chance in a million times. He was so skinny. When he moved on me, I felt ribs instead of muscles. But the power of that dick… I wondered if he had stolen one from a four hundred pound gorilla. Seriously.
Not only that, he could go several times each day, and every day. This was critical for me.
You know, usually girls are not like guys. Guys are animals. They can become turned on just by thinking about anything female. But, for girls, they have to be hugged, kissed, and massaged before they really want to be laid.
But I was a very special girl. I wanted sex at least once a day. People could touch my hair to turn me on. A guy’s cologne could drive me crazy. I could hardly control myself.
At the beginning, I was really worried. I talked to my doctor but was assured that I was the few in millions who had a very sensitive body. The doctor said it was a gift.
I was not sure if that was really a gift. But I was glad I was not sick or anything. All I needed was to find a boyfriend who could satisfy me every day.
Each time I told a new boy he had to have sex with me every day if he wanted to be my boyfriend, the boy’s eyes brightened right away.
At the beginning, he really enjoyed it. But soon, he looked so tired before we had sex. His dick became saggy, too. The boy looked at my nude body with real fear, like he would get sucked in by some witch power.
They escaped one by one. Until… Dave came to my world.
Dave had a hard time keeping up with the daily work, too. But he was a smart boy. He bought me vibrators. Not one, but several. So… he would stick the vibrator in and wait until I was almost exhausted. Then, he attacked.
Our relationship turned into marriage. Now, we have two lovely twin boys. Every day, I send them to kindergarten and then rush home. I take a nap in the morning and then write short stories in the afternoon—stories like this one.
But before I take a nap, I have to finger and vibrate myself. Sometimes, it’s only thirty minutes. Sometimes, it takes much longer. Don’t forget, I’m only twenty four. I need orgasms. Good ones. Many.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I like to admire myself, too. People call me “hot mom” for a good reason. I am hot.
Most ladies gain weight after giving birth to babies. But my body has gained more curves. Seriously. I like to look at myself in the mirror, make faces at myself, toss kisses to myself, and strip. This is a great foreplay for myself. It makes my fingering and vibrating a hundred times more exciting.
Our house is near a college. So, we rent one spare room to students. Usually, we rent it to a girl. But this year, the renter is a boy.
When Dave learned I rented the room to a boy, he looks worried—though he pretended he was happy. I knew his little secret. He worried I might develop something special with the boy.
“Dave, he is only a kid,” I smile. “Plus, he is busy with his classes.”
“Kate, I’m not worried at all,” Dave faked a smile.
“Look, Dave, you can put a security camera in our house if you want,” I said jokingly.
He shook his head and pushed me into the bed. Soon, I began to moan.
Josh is only nineteen. His major is double E—electronic engineering. The first evening he moved in, we invited him for dinner. Soon, Dave was in deep discussion on some engineering stuff with this future engineer.
Josh calls us Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan even though we assured him several times calling us “Dave” and “Kate” was absolutely okay.
Usually, he stays in his room until almost lunch time. Sometimes, he leaves early for morning classes. Well, that “early” means nine thirty or ten in the morning.
He rushes downstairs. His hair is in total mess. I bet he doesn’t even take a shower. “Bye, Mrs. Sullivan,” he would say, waving at me.
“Bye,” I wave back, looking at him in the mirror.
Most time, I won’t know when Josh comes back. I have to go to bed around ten o’clock because I have to get up around six thirty in the mo
rning. So, I only see him briefly in the morning.
One morning, Josh came downstairs and did his regular wave and bye. I turned around and asked, “Josh, can’t you get up five minutes earlier?”
The boy was surprised. He stood two or three steps away from me, right at the bottom of the stairs. “Why?” he mumbled.
“Look,” I brushed his hair a few times with my hand. “This is a total mess.” I felt like I was a big sister.
He flushed. This was the first time I saw a man flush.
“Ummm,” he tried to find words. “I’m busy.” He stopped for a short while and then tried again, “I don’t have time.”
“You meant you couldn’t get up early, right?” I smiled.
“Right,” he flushed again. He looked into the mirror and pulled at his hair a few times, trying to make it straight. Then, he stopped. I looked at him, not knowing why. I looked into the mirror and realized right away—he was looking at my boobs in the mirror.
I pulled my deep-V blouse to cover up, but it didn’t help at all. I looked at Josh and smile, “Josh, how dare you…”
Josh looked at me. His face turned all red. “Mrs. Sullivan… I… I…”
“Come on, Josh. You are only a boy.” I smile. “Hurry up, you are going to be late.”
He escaped faster than the world 100-meter dash champion.
From that day on, he dared not to look at my eyes. “Good morning, Mrs. Sullivan,” he would whisper, sneaking away as far away as he could as if I were going to eat him alive or something.
Sometimes, I stand one or two steps more away from the mirror. He would have to walk right behind me. It’s real fun to see him so embarrassed.
This morning, it’s warm and sunny. The sunshine peeks into the room through the semi-transparent window curtains. I can see the street outside clearly. But people won’t see a thing inside.
I stand in front of the mirror, examining my body. Well, let’s say self-entertaining. My deep V neck blouse reveals my boobs almost completely. I like the black laces on my bra. They look sexy and tempting.
I turn and see a perfect S in the mirror. It’s my body. I love it.
I turn back to check my thighs. I pull my skirt up and check carefully. I want to make sure no fat is trying to hide there. You know, the fat is your number one enemy. It likes to grow on your thighs and belly. I have to watch out. If I see any trace of fat, I will have to take action.
Dave bought me this full-size mirror. Usually, people have mirrors in the bedroom or the bathroom. We have them, too. But I want to have a big one down stairs. This way, I can try both my clothes and shoes. You don’t want to bring your shoes upstairs, do you?
I kick off my high heels and turn around a few times. I check every inch of my thighs and legs. They all look perfect.
I take a deep breath and see my boobs grow up like balloons. Great. I definitely deserve the “Hot Mom” title.
Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched. Coldness flows quickly up my spine. I turn around slowly but don’t see any strangers. I look upstairs. Nothing.
This is funny. I scared myself. Some my girlfriends suggest I should have a dog. A big one that can scare thieves away. Like a golden retriever. But this is just unrealistic. I have two little kids already. I don’t want one more— one that needs my care for all his life.
I turn back and make a face at myself in the mirror. Then I see the “thief” from the corner of my eyes. It’s the boy—Josh.
He stands close to the piano. The morning sunshine makes that area relative dark so it’s not easy to see someone hiding there. This kid is so smart, he wears all black too.
He is looking at my breasts. So, he doesn’t know I have found him.
I push my hands on my boobs, massaging them lightly. I see his cock grows bit by bit. I unbutton my blouse to show my whole boobs and then massage them again. The boy’s cock sticks out all the way, pushing his pants up like hot air balloon.
I move my hands slowly up. His eyes follow to my shoulder, my neck, my cheeks, and then my eyes.
Now, we are staring at each other.
I turn around to face him. I walk toward him slowly. He steps back and hits the piano. He flips back and drops on the piano. His elbow hits the keys. Tons of tones come out of the piano. The sound is so weird and so strong, Josh jumps forward, almost hitting me.
“Josh!” I stare at him.
“Mrs. Sullivan, I… I…” his face is all red.
“This is sexual harassment,” I say in a stern voice. Actually, I’m not sure if this is really any harassment at all because I really enjoyed it. But I want to see how this boy would react.
“Mrs. Sullivan, I’m, I’m te… terribly sorry.”
“I will have to call the police.”
“Oh, no, please, Mrs. Sullivan,” the boy almost cries.
“Josh,” I say in a soft voice. “do you really like me?”
He nods, and then shakes his head right away.
“What does that mean?” I grin.
“I… I don’t know.” He licks his lips and then adds, “I… I want to know.”
“Know what?” I ask.
“Know..,” his eyes lower to the floor. “know your body.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“When was your last time having a girl friend?”
He shakes his head again.
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” I ask.
He thinks really hard and then says, “Yes,… yes.”
“When?”
“In kindergarten.”
I almost laugh. Man, this boy. He hasn’t kissed a girl. Is he living in another world?
How about I teach him?
I’m turned on with this thought right away. My thighs turn hot, and so does my pussy, my tummy, and my whole body.
I walk one step ahead and grab his hand. He doesn’t try to pull away. I push his hand onto my breast. “You like it?”
Josh nods.
“Then do something.” I tell him.
He looks confused. He thinks for a while and then squeezes my boob slightly once. Only once. Then he stops.
I hold his neck and pull him to my body. I hold him tight. He looks at me, waiting.
I press my lips down really hard to give him a big kiss, wrapping my thighs around his body.
He hesitates for a few moments and then holds my body. He kisses back. But his kiss is more like licking. Soon, my cheeks are all wet. My lipstick and my foundation are gone.
I raise my head quickly before his licks mess up my mascara and turn my eye shadows into the black circles of panda eyes.
He kisses on my chin and then my boobs. He buries his whole face in between my boobs.
He pushes down really hard. My bra goes all the way down. My boobs show completely. He sucks my nipple really hard. He bites down too. It hurts a bit but not much. After a while, he works on the other nipple, making my whole body hot as a burning BBQ stove.
He growls deeply in his throat, like a hungry wolf enjoying its flesh meal. I begin to gasp and moan. My pussy gets hot and wet. “Josh,” I close my eyes and mumble. “let’s go upstairs.”
He let go my body. I stumble up the stairs. Josh follows closely, pulling off my blouse, my bra, and my skirt. By the time I reach the second floor, I am wearing only a hair clip.
He holds me up. This is a complete surprise to me. I didn’t realize he had so much strength in such as skinny body. I hold his neck tight.
He tugs me into my bed and gives me a long kiss on my left thigh right away.
“Josh, hurry up!” I urge.
He strips himself in just seconds. He climbs on my body. I spread my legs wide to open my pussy as wide as possible. He pushes his dick but misses.
I hold his dick and aim it. “Fuck me,” I order.
Josh pushes really hard. This time, he did a perfect job. His cock is rock hard. Much harder than Dave’s. That’s the advantage of a young man.
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sp; I push my legs closer to enjoy the pleasure. But I make sure not to push too tight.
Josh keeps charging. It seems that is really his first time because he doesn’t know to move his cock up and down to give me more excitement. He simply pushes forward again and again.
I move my hips and twist my body to let his cock fuck every inch of my pussy. My orgasm comes soon. I try to keep my groan low. But soon, it becomes a high pitch scream.
