by Matt Tims
No, her husband didn’t have a point, and hearing that come out of his mouth filled her with rage. She wasn’t some fuddy-duddy. She was sexy and playful, and she suddenly felt the need to prove that.
“I’ve thought about you before,” she admitted.
A big smile grew on his face.
“And I’ve actually fantasized about you,” she continued.
“Oh, is that right?” he asked. “And I didn’t tell you to stop, by the way.”
Her right hand reached for his large erection, and began slowly stroking it through the polyester of his athletic shorts again. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“When?” he asked.
“You’ve slipped into my mind from time to time,” she smiled up at him. “Actually, the most memorable moment was the night before my birthday last year.”
Could life possibly get better than this? His dream girl rubbing his cock while reminiscing about a time she’d fantasized about him? Nothing would ever top this.
“I knew that Mr. K invited you guys to the family birthday party we were having,” she said. “He probably didn’t want to, but he knows how much I like you three; and, well, I kind of had a dream the night before.”
“About what?” he inquired.
“I imagined that the party was fun,” she started. “You know, just hanging out and spending time together with my friends and family, but then everyone went home because Mike gave me a special present. You want to know what it was?”
Kyle briskly nodded.
“He gave me permission to fool around with anyone I wanted for one night, and everyone went home except one person,” she said. “Take a guess who stuck behind?”
His smile couldn’t be larger.
“Exactly,” she grinned at him. “You were waiting up in my bedroom, and you gave me the best birthday present ever.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. Listening to this amazing woman describe a moment when she’d fantasized about him had his dick on the verge of bursting through his shorts. It was time to finally give her what she really needed, and he was more than ready to get the fun underway. He grabbed her hand and moved it up his shorts.
Her fingers rushed inside his waistband, gripping both his basketball shorts and the boxers he was wearing underneath. One rough tug was all it took to yank them down to his knees. There was no turning back now.
A loud thud echoed throughout the kitchen, Jen’s expression of disbelief quickly turning to a smile. There was no secret what was the culprit of that sound. His rock hard cock had sprang out and slammed under her chin, but it couldn’t possibly be as big as it felt—and it definitely wasn’t the size of his manhood in her fantasy. It just couldn’t be.
She moved her head back, glancing down at his dick before swiftly losing her breath. She was wrong. No, actually, she was very wrong. He looked exactly how she’d imagined. His cock was long and thick—thicker than any penis she’d ever seen in person. She found herself admiring the long, fat veins that ran the length of his tool as she savored the distinct manly smell of testosterone which radiated from him. But there was still one thing missing. She needed one last nod of direction.
The silence was quickly broken by what sounded like music to her ears. “Suck my cock, Mrs. K.”
It was all she needed.
The quietness of the kitchen was replaced with moans and the unmistakable sounds of passionate oral sex. Her husband ceased to exist in this new world of hers. Now, she had a hot boyfriend with an insatiable sex drive. She had a stud all to herself. She’d waited a long time to please a guy who actually lusted after her, and she wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.
Kyle had never experienced anything like this. The handful of girls he’d fooled around with couldn’t take more than half of him, and that was how real girls gave head, right? His classmates weren’t porn stars and most girls can’t deepthroat, but Mrs. K’s throat rocketed up and down the length of his cock like it was nothing. It was enough to make him feel woozy as he watched his dick rapidly disappear every time her head moved forward.
His brass persona had taken a backseat to reality, and that reality was he might’ve bitten off a little more than he could chew. Was he seriously on the verge of blowing his load already? How couldn’t he? He was getting head from the hottest woman on the planet, and she just so happened to suck dick like she was being paid to do it.
He laughed while quickly pulling away from her. “Slow down.”
“Aww…someone talks a big game, but it looks like he can’t back it up,” she teased, moving her mouth to his balls to give them some attention while he collected himself.
“Let me see that tongue, slut.”
She couldn’t believe that she was smiling. First, she knew that he was joking, but being called a slut still did something for her. It made her feel dirty and naughty, but in a good way. Second, it was strange to her just how quickly she’d decided to egg him on to behave as her fantasy guy. Maybe her expectations were unrealistic though. Kyle was an eighteen-year-old kid—not some porn hunk—but she wanted nothing more than for this stud to act like one of those guys from the X-rated movies she’d grown all too familiar with over the years.
She stuck her tongue out and eagerly waited for the inevitable.
He firmly slapped his hard dick down on her tongue several times before burying it back in her throat. “Show me a thing or two,” he muttered before leaning back again, allowing her to take control.
She wrapped her hands around his thighs and pulled herself into him, slowly engulfing his cock inch by inch. She wasn’t just going to show him a thing or two. Nope, great blowjobs were reserved for good guys, but amazing men like this deserved something truly spectacular. He’d done more to make her feel like a woman in the past twenty-four hours than her husband had in the past three years, and she was about to show him just how much she appreciated having him in her life.
He wouldn’t bother to glance at any of his cute classmates after she got done with him. And those sexy cheerleaders? Would he even notice them? Not if she had any say in what happened. She was about to change his world.
Her nose hit his pelvic bone as her tongue slid out and ran along his balls, the entire length of his cock still buried down her throat.
Kyle wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Could he marry this woman? How about at least date her? She was perfection. Every inch of her was flawless. He just wanted to stay here forever.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth once again and peered down while stroking himself. There was one more thing he’d always wanted to do to her. It was something that had been on his mind ever since middle school, and it was about time to fully treat himself.
He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair, pulled her mouth onto his cock, and roughly pumped her throat with a little help from his newly acquired reins. Every inch of his cock was engulfed. Every one of his urges was being catered to. She was finally his.
Jen had never fancied herself as a high maintenance girl. She enjoyed the simple things in life like a good book, her yoga classes, and having a stud control her to his liking. On her knees on the kitchen floor, totally at the mercy of her son’s friend while he fucked her throat: where else would she rather be?
She thought she was bad for playing with herself while watching porn in this exact room the other day. That was nothing compared to what she was doing now! Now, some high school hunk was using her mouth like a porn star. She was a married woman. She was a mom! The naughtiness of it all just made everything that much hotter.
His moans increased as he continued to pump into her throat. She was well aware of what was about to happen. It wouldn’t be much longer.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Kyle groaned just before releasing a powerful shot down her throat.
He pushed her head slightly back as the ropes burst out one after another, wanting the rest to gather on her tongue. He’d never cum this hard or this much, and the sight of her pretty blue
eyes gazing up at him probably had something to do with that. This was his girl. She wasn’t a mom, or a wife, or anything other than his little plaything until he finished up with her. It was the way things should be.
Seconds later, it was over. He had to go slow. Moving too quickly or thinking too hard might send him to the floor. He carefully glanced down to see her still kneeling in front of him, her mouth full of his seed.
She parted her lips to show him how much had collected inside.
“What do good girls do?” he asked with a grin.
Jen closed her mouth, took a deep gulp, and smiled before sticking out her tongue. “All gone,” she giggled.
She eagerly took the head of his cock back inside her mouth, not overly concerned with how sensitive he may be. She needed to extract more from this stud. This was her cum, and she was going to get every last drop.
Reality quickly set in for the forty-two-year-old mother of one. Her fantasies had always consisted of passionate sex sessions that lasted for hours, but that was the stuff of romance novels. What guy could actually last that long? Hell, what guy could go multiple rounds? Mike had never been one for all-nighters, and neither had any of her boyfriends before him, but she’d expected something different from Kyle for some reason.
She snapped to attention at the touch of a rough tug on the shoulder of her baggy t-shirt.
“What’s this still doing on?” he asked.
She wasn’t following. Why did he want her to undress if he’d just came? He probably wanted to see her body, right? Actually, it was pretty flattering, and she was more than happy to give him a little peek.
He picked up on her confused expression and chuckled, “You think I’m done with you?”
Was he messing with her? Maybe he really was her fantasy guy! “You’re serious?”
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Kyle grinned, finally pulling off her shirt to expose her bra.
She reached behind her, hurrying to undo the hooks and allow her bra to fall to the floor, and the look she was met with was absolutely priceless. He had a little of everything on his face: admiration, lust, shock, and maybe even a little jealousy—jealousy over not being able to see her in this manner much sooner. It was the same look she’d worked so hard to see from Mike for all these years. It was the very same look her husband hadn’t shown her in forever.
His hands ran through his hair in disbelief at the amazing sight in front of him. Her big breasts were flawless above her toned stomach. She was seriously this perky? How? Maybe she really was just a perfect specimen, and those little erect nipples were begging for his attention.
His youthful energy was the primary source of her actions now. She was a goddess in his eyes. All the flaws her husband saw didn’t exist in Kyle’s world.
She jumped to her feet and moved her hands to the sides of her sweatpants, giving them a slight tug south before slowly turning her back to him. Her hips wiggled as she continued her teasing. Just how oblivious had she been over the years? What about all those looks and flirtatious comments directed her way? The answer to all of her frustration had been right in front of her all this time, but she’d been too dumb to pick up on it.
The top of her thong finally revealed itself as she lowered her sweatpants at a painfully slow rate. Another inch of her plump backside became visible with a little squirm of her hips. His eyes were glued on her as she seductively pranced toward the stairs, every step resulting in her pants dropping a little lower.
She couldn’t hide her grin on the way up the stairs with half her butt now exposed. Kyle was comfortably trailing three or four steps behind (enjoying the show), when she suddenly stopped. Who was being teased at this point? Him or her? Regardless, the time for games was over. She was ready to get what she needed more than anything in life.
Jen slipped out of her sweats and turned to toss them at the teen who had his mouth on the floor behind her. The pants landed on his shoulder, but her money was on him not even noticing. How could he when he appeared to be in the middle of a life-altering vision?
She strutted up the rest of the stairs with the sounds of footsteps trailing her the entire way. What was her game plan? Well, to be completely honest, she didn’t have one. She’d played this entire situation by ear and it seemed to work out fairly well so far, but it looked like Kyle wasn’t going to sit around and wait for her to decide on the next step. That was made perfectly clear by the way a strong hand grabbed her by the arm and roughly pushed her against the hallway closet door after she’d reached the top of the stairs.
He didn’t waste any time in exploring her body. His lips made their way along all of her edges—to every nook and cranny of her yearning body. A flutter burst through her stomach after he took her erect nipple in his mouth while fondling her breasts. He didn’t say a word as his mouth moved on—leaving a faint trail of saliva along her smooth skin—but something was long overdue for the teen. Something had been on his mind for a long, long time.
He reached down and squeezed her flawless ass which had driven him insane for all of his post-pubescent life, but he needed more. Having her merely standing still while he felt her up wasn’t enough. He had to be with her. He was desperate to experience everything she had to offer.
Kyle grabbed two firm handfuls of her butt, lifted her into the air, and carried her into her bedroom while planting kisses on her neck.
He tossed her down on the mattress comforter and wasted little time in sliding her thong down to her ankles. A completely shaven pussy with small, trimmed lips was waiting for him after looking back to her body. It matched her physique perfectly. Everything on her was tight and toned—her vagina being no exception—and he could already taste her as he soaked in the glistening shine that radiated from her vulva.
The last thing she needed was more foreplay. She’d been ready to go from the moment he yanked her out of her chair by her bun downstairs. He could’ve bent her over the kitchen counter and slid right inside her due to how wet she was, and now she was the one pawing at his clothes. She reached out and roughly grabbed at his t-shirt.
“What’s this still doing on?” she smiled, turning the tables on him.
Kyle grinned before lifting his shirt above his head and tossing it to the floor. Whatever he was about to say was cut short by two little hands pulling him onto the bed, before he found himself the receiver of her affection. Soft lips pressed against his defined chest and rock hard abs. Her energy was indescribable. Her dire need for love and attention had been transferred through their touch. He could feel her loneliness.
“I want you right there,” she ordered, pointing to the head of her bed while she hopped down to the floor. The sight of this shirtless stud in her bedroom was something she could get used to.
Kyle hurried up the bed, and rested his back against the headboard with his long legs sprawled along the mattress sheets. What if he was having the world’s cruelest nightmare? What if he woke up to find himself back home? This couldn’t possibly be happening for real.
“What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?” Jen inquired while stepping out of her thong. “Other than the story about that Sarah girl from last night.”
“Naughtiest thing I’ve ever done?” he repeated, taking a second to think. “Naughtiest thing I’ve ever done…”
Her fingers played with the mattress sheets while she did her best to contain her excitement. Everything about this was surreal: how sexy he was, how naturally dominant he behaved, and how infatuated he was with her. He was just lying there with that amazing body and his big cock, trying to come up with an answer as she waited. God, she could eat this kid up with a spoon.
Kyle suddenly smiled to himself. “We had a sleepover here one night over summer vacation when I was twelve or thirteen. Actually, I’m pretty sure I was twelve. Yeah, I was, because it was before we started the eighth grade.”
“At our house?” Jen asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, and I had to use the bathroom when I w
oke up the next morning, but Tom was in it, so I went upstairs and used yours.”
She watched him wrap his hand around his thick cock and began to slowly stroke it as he took himself back to this moment six years ago.
“So, I’m using the bathroom when I take a peek behind me, and guess what I see?” asked Kyle.
“What did you see?”
“Your bra and panties hanging from the shower rod,” he revealed, grinning.
Her fingers immediately found her clit. Call her a bad person, or a pervert, or whatever you want, but that was the single hottest thing she’d ever heard. He’d been thinking about her since the seventh grade!?
“I knew I shouldn’t, but I was constantly horny back then,” he continued. “Like, twenty-four seven. Not that I’m still not like that, but I’m able to at least control myself now, you know? You can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be a twelve-year-old boy unless you’ve gone through it yourself. It’s fucking torture. And here I am, having just spent the previous day watching you walk around the house, and I’m at a sleepover so I can’t just pull my dick out and jerk-off in front of my friends. Believe me, I’m in overdrive by this point.”
She smiled before closing her eyes to get lost in her own fantasy.
“I really tried to stop myself. I honestly did. I just couldn’t. I ended up pulling your panties off the shower rod. They were these little red lace things, and I can still remember how they smelled. I wrapped them around my cock and started stroking. They were so soft…” he groaned from the bed, his eyes now closed as well.
Her fingers began to move faster on her clit as his story unfolded.
“And even though I was just this horny kid, something about feeling you on me like that was overwhelming,” he admitted. “It had nothing to do with how soft your underwear was either. I honestly could feel you somehow. In like twenty seconds I was ready to explode. I mean, I had a million different fantasies rifling through my head of all the things I wanted to do to you, so it obviously wouldn’t take long; and when the moment finally happened, I tried to get it all in the toilet, but some of it didn’t make it.”
