Just like in porn, she spun around and devoured my cock, not at all put off that it was just in her ass, as she bobbed hungrily until I shot my load down her throat.
As soon as I was done, I pulled out, grabbed my trunks, put them on and said, “You may fuck yourself with that suntan lotion bottle if you want to come.”
Looking at me, she grabbed the bottle, and did just as I suggested.
“See ya, slut,” I said, walking out.
“Come by any time, stud,” she yelled with a moan.
As I went back to school I considered my mixed feelings. On the one hand, I loved the power my big, fat cock had over her. Yet I also was disappointed by how easily she succumbed to me… becoming a simple, bimbo slut the second my cock came within view.
That night after dinner, I decided to try and continue advancing my attempt to seduce my Mom. She was on the couch when I sat down beside her and asked, ‘Mom, would you like a foot massage?”
“What? No, that’s okay,” she said.
“Mom, I know you used to love when Dad gave them to you,” I coaxed, “and since I’m the man of the house now, I need to take over the tasks he used to do to keep you happy,” my words dripping with foreshadowing.
“You don’t have to,” she said.
“Put your feet on my lap,” I ordered, but not in a demanding way.
“It was a long day,” she admitted, as she gave in and moved her stocking-clad feet onto my lap.
“Then you deserve this,” I said, as I took her foot into my hand, instantly getting hard from the feel of her nylons in my hands.
“Thanks, honey,” she said.
“No problem,” I said, and we watched Wheel of Fortune as I rubbed.
And for twenty minutes I just massaged her feet. I massaged the soles of her feet, I massaged all ten toes individually, and I massaged up to her calf.
She sighed, “That feels so nice, Kevin.”
“These nylons are so soft,” I replied.
She paused a second before agreeing, “Yes, they are.”
“They really showcase your legs, too,” I said, wondering if this was going too far.
“Thanks,” she said, allowing me to continue.
“You know, you deserve a great man, Mom,” I said, as I flinched my hard cock against her foot for the first time.
“I’m not ready to date yet,” she said.
“Dad has moved on,” I pointed out.
“But I have you with me,” she said, as I flinched my cock again.
“I’ll certainly agree with that. And I’m here for you in every way,” I said, still trying to sneak in subtle hints.
“That’s sweet, honey,” Mom said, as she moved her feet away.
“Any time you want a foot massage, just ask,” I offered.
“I may keep you to that,” she said.
“Please do,” I smiled, as I stood up and adjusted my cock right in front of her.
I went upstairs, knowing Mom had seen me adjust my cock, and likely had felt my cock flinch… was the seed planted? I hoped so.
I called Mrs. Dieks’ cell, her number was on the fridge as she was one of Mom’s contacts (we both watched each other’s house when the other was away) and when she answered I said brusquely, no nonsense, “Your garage in five minutes.”
“Kevin, I….” she began, but I hung up.
I headed out, as Mom was in the shower, and walked next door. The side garage door was unlocked, and she was in there waiting for me.
She pleaded, “Please Kevin, not now.”
I whipped out my cock and asked, “You sure?”
“Damn you,” she sighed, staring at my cock.
“Get sucking, slut,” I ordered.
“My husband is right in the house,” she said, even as she walked towards me.
“Your choice, my cock or his,” I said, even as she lowered herself in front of me.
“Yours,” she said, as she shook her head at her own weakness and took it into her mouth.
“Good slut,” I approved, as she began bobbing.
After a minute or two of hungry cock sucking, clearly the risk of getting caught had her in full-throttle dick-blowing hurry-up mode, I explained, “You are my twenty-four-hour, seven-day-a-week cum deposit, is that clear?”
“Yes sir, anytime, anyplace,” she agreed desperately, as she sucked my dick like it was her only purpose in life. This I still didn’t understand. I could understand the rationale of women being hungry to get fucked by a big, fat cock, but what was the pleasure principle for sucking one? It didn’t touch on any of their erogenous zones. Seriously, why risk getting caught by your husband while you’re sucking an eighteen-year-old’s dick in your garage, while I leaned against hubby’s 1980s Camaro? It really made no sense to me, and as a debating champion I could rationalize almost anything.
She resumed sucking my cock, and in a couple of minutes I was ready to blow. Wanting to give her a facial and further humiliate her while literally painting my dominance on her, I pulled out and ordered, “Beg for my cum all over your married face.”
I thought she might hesitate, but she obeyed instantly, looking up at me with what could only be described as cock lust, and begging, “Shoot that big load of cum all over your slut’s face.”
“More,” I demanded, as I stroked my cock, aiming directly at her face.
“Coat my married cock sucking lips that were made for your big, fat cock,” she said.
“More,” I repeated, really enjoying watching her humiliate herself for the privilege of wearing cum on her face… something else that didn’t make a lot of sense to me.