Robert envisioned her butt on the patio, lifting and dropping, shaking side-to-side, as if it was waving to him. That is where his hands were going to be.
He touched the edge of the towel, then dove into the muscle at the top of her butt. Her glutes fixed. Would it be advisable for him to continue onward or bounce down to her legs?
“I’m speculating Orva doesn’t request that you rub her down there,” Miss Rose said.
“A wish, I guess”
“Thought as much.”
The blood depleted from Robert’s face. He had stood up clearly and uncovered his secret longing for his mom to her closest friend.
“No… not really, I just erm… ”
“Simply sit back and relax, Robert, I won’t tell her,” Miss Rose said. “Anyway, I don’t blame you. She has a mind-boggling ass.”
Did she simply say she loves my mother’s ass? Shit! No, that is impractical.
“Thanks though,” he said. “That would be embarrassing…if she realized I said that.”
“It’s not good enough for her that you can’t. She has no clue about the things she’s missing,” Miss Rose said.
Thanks, Miss Rose, now I’m thinking about my mother’s ass again. Even worse, he was imagining her naked with Miss Rose. So much for the back burner.
“Robert,” Miss Rose said in a tone that sounded excessively intense.
“Ma?”
“You realize it couldn’t be smart assuming anybody had some awareness of this, right?”
“Indeed… obviously.”
“Can you keep this between us? You can’t even tell your best friend. Is that conceivable?”
“I won’t ever make reference to it,” he said. “Tomorrow no one will remember this. It ends here.”
“That’s what I like,” she said, and lifted on her elbows.
He took a look at her in the mirror, she was watching him with a gigantic grin all over. She had lifted enough for her tits to hang. Her nipples brushed the sweeping as she turned. He was dazed.
Miss Rose flipped over and sat in a reclining position, propped up on her arms. Her shoulders were pulled back, enhancing her big tits. He couldn’t take his eyes off her curved up nipples. This was really going to happen and he still couldn’t believe it.
“Does this hurt?” she inquired.
Before Robert could answer, he saw her hand on the facade of his pants.
His capacity to shape words was gone, so he just nodded. She scoured vertical, then pressed him. He wanted to explain about Carmen, Dixon, and Felicia because he knew he was going to go off rashly.
“I figure we ought to take care of this before you knead my butt.”
He watched her pulling down his zipper and saw his erection spring from his jeans, it was a fantasy, it must be.
“Mind if I suck it?”
Thought started streaming in. He didn’t know when he nodded affirmatively, urging her to ahead.
Miss Rose folded two hands over his rooster. He peered down past her huge, provoking tits at the wavy shrubbery of reddish-brown hair. He tried to think of something that would concede the looming shame.
Her hand slid between his legs and measured his balls. She crushed them and pulled on them. A puff of warm air hit his beating dick knob, then a hot tongue tip swiped at his cut.
“Relax… It won’t take long, maybe after giving me the proper massage… We will get back to this.” She stated.
Robert gulped hard. He really wanted a spot to put his hands. It didn’t seem right to grab her hair, so he locked his fingers behind his neck and crushed.
An unforeseen snort got away when her mouth encompassed his dick head. He moaned when she gulped and let him pop from her lips. Before he could take another breath, she pushed him back inside and sucked hard.
It was extraordinary. Her head went all over, and he went all through her mouth and down her throat. One hand massaged his balls and the other his butt. It was at that moment he realized that he had never experienced a real blowjob.
“You got the hardest rooster,” Miss Rose said. “I bet you can screw a girl senseless.” She sucked him in once more.
He expected it was a non-serious inquiry, so he didn’t attempt to reply. He really couldn’t speak at all, but he needed to tell her he was about to explode.
She pulled her mouth off his chicken without telling her. But her hand kept on stroking his dick.
“You like them?” Miss Rose inquired. “I’ve seen you look at them a ton.”
“Hmm… yes, Ma, I do,” he said. “Well, I in all actuality do like them. They’re great.” What sort of numb skull did he seem like?
“You want to cum on them?”
What the heck!! This most certainly was a pornography film. His inner mind shouted, but his mouth said, “Yes…”
She squeezed her lips to the head and siphoned him with two hands. Her tongue circumnavigated his arch, then it was in her mouth. She sucked and slobber greased up his shaft. His balls pulled up close. His hands moved to his hips. They were pushing his rooster through her clench hands.
He grunted and stiffened. Miss Rose shoved her hands down to the base and squeezed, then took him out of her mouth. She sat up straight, heaved her chest forward and released her grip.
“Ahhh,” he groaned, and siphoned his hips one final time. Miss Rose jolted when the enormous stream of cum impacted her face. It dripped away from her nose onto her cheeks. She recaptured control of his chicken and pointed it at her chest.
“Fuck…you go off like my nursery hose,” she said with a smile.
Robert gasped while Miss Rose discharged his balls on her tits.
How often had he envisioned titty fucking Orva and cumming on her tits?
Miss Rose gazed toward him and said, “You have been holding that in for took long now,” then she took her tit and drew cum off her nipples.
His mouth watered. The climax was inconceivable, perhaps his best ever, however he actually needed to suck her nipples, eat her out and fuck her while imagining it was Orva. His mom’s friend was as close as he would ever get to sex with Orva.
Without thinking twice, She said, “Now that we’ve dealt with that, you can focus on my butt.” She sounded as if he hadn’t recently splashed cum on her.
She got a towel and cleaned her chest and face. “I will go in and get prepared”
He couldn’t think of what the word “prepared” actually meant since she was already naked.
Miss Rose didn’t walk like someone’s mom, she walked like a smooth feline over to the bathroom door.
He focused on her butt. She stopped and turned gradually, her hand sliding up the door frame. She seemed to be a prostitute resting on a light pole.
“Be prepared too,” she said, slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.
Robert stayed there with his limp rooster hanging out of his pants and thought,
“she probably mean I should remove my clothes?? Or what else could be prepared mean?”. He wished he felt as confident about getting undressed as he felt behind the wheel of a go-cart. That was the only place he was ever truly in his zone, where his father’s critical voice was mute.
He stripped, plunked down and paused. He had never been more bare, incredulous and waiting patiently for the lady who just sucked him.