I pulled her up, moved onto her bed and lay down. She shook her head as she climbed onto it and straddled me. “Actually, I think I’ll go for a drive.”
As she lowered herself slowly, taking my cock in her ass, she said, “To the gym for a full workout, I told you that already.”
As she began riding my cock she continued the conversation. “I’ll do some squats first.”
A few deep bounces.
“Then ride the bicycle,” she suggested, as she rode me.
She moaned, then explained, “This sausage is just so good.”
A few seconds later, “Actually I’m completely full.”
As I was getting close, I began bucking my ass up to meet her downward movements as she let out a yelp, “Sorry, I just got poked.”
“By a big stick,” she answered, as I tried to imagine what he was saying, how he was reacting.
I lifted her off me and began jerking off as she said, moving her face close to my cock, “I’ve got to go. I need to gobble down some creamy dessert,” then paused to listen before replying, “I know I said that, but there’s always room for something creamy.”
And as I spewed my load all over her face she told her husband, “I love you too.”
She hung up as I finished coating her face, tossed the phone aside and giggled, “I’m glad you made me do that; it was so much fun!”
“Almost everything you said was dirty,” I said.
“And he had no clue,” she chortled.
“He’s a fucking dumb ass,” I said, shaking my head.
“He lost interest in me long ago,” she sighed.
“Like I said, a fucking dumb ass,” I repeated, as I got off the bed. I then added, feeling sorry for her, “You deserve a man who understands your needs and sees you for the beautiful woman you are.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, obviously not used to getting compliments.
“But you’re still my slut,” I said, slapping her ass.
“Are you going to fuck my cunt soon?” she asked.
“Maybe,” I shrugged, loving the heady power of just using a slut’s mouth and ass.
She shrugged too, “Either way, I’ll take your cock wherever you want to stick it.”
“That I will,” I said, and headed back to school… late for the third time in six days.
That night I gave Mom another foot massage… flinching my cock sporadically against her foot as we chatted idly and watched television.
I didn’t plant any new seeds, as I really had no creative ideas for adding anything new. I just enjoyed spending time with her and massaging her nylon-clad feet… thinking, Two more days… two more days.
Tuesday, October 30th: Day 9 of Project Mother Fucker
My morning routine continued with two loads for Ms. Chan: one for her breakfast and another for her coffee.
I had debate club at lunch, so I was carrying a full load when I arrived home, but neither Mrs. Grady nor Mrs. Dieks were home, so I went to my sure-thing cum receptacle: Ms. Chan.
For the second time, I walked in on Ms. Chan with another woman… this time it was Mrs. Sinclair, the woman in her seventies.
Mrs. Chan wasn’t licking Mrs. Sinclair, she was fucking her with a vibrator.
Mrs. Sinclair looked over and asked, as she was fucked by Ms. Chan’s large looking vibe, “Kevin, why haven’t you stopped by to give me a snack of your sausage?”
“You’re on my list,” I admitted, as I watched the kinky act.
“Let me see that cock,” she moaned.
I pulled my pants down, always willing to show off my big, fat cock.
“Very nice,” she nodded as she looked it over.
“I’m told it’s better than nice,” I countered.
“Okay, it’s a big fucking cock that needs to spend some quality time inside me,” the elderly woman elaborated, staring at my cock with the same lust I’ve seen whenever I revealed my cock.
“That’s better,” I nodded, “now get over here and show me how badly you want my cock.”
Ms. Chan pulled the vibe out of the elderly woman and smiled, “Hi, Kevin.”
“Hi, slut,” I greeted, “how many visitors do you get?”
“Not enough,” she answered.
“That I can understand,” I agreed as the elderly woman, still fully dressed, came up to me and dropped to her knees.
“I’ve been looking forward to this ever since slut Chan told me you were in the game,” she said, stroking my cock.
“Well, show me what you got,” I offered.
“She’s a great cock sucker,” Ms. Chan approved.
“Okay,” I moaned, as the elderly woman began sucking. I don’t know what she was doing, but she had her lips wrapped around my cock like a vise, so tight, even as she bobbed.
“Over fifty years of cock sucking experience,” Ms. Chan added.
“That is… crazy,” I moaned, the idea that Mrs. Sinclair had been sucking cock longer than my Mom had been alive was surreal.
“She tells me the fifties were pretty wild,” Ms. Chan said.
“It wasn’t all about the Beaver?” I asked.
“If the show was about gangbangs and lesbian orgies,” Ms. Chan said.
“Delicious,” I groaned, as Mrs. Sinclair really worked my dick over; I was pretty sure I was going to come soon.
“As is your cum,” Ms. Chan added.
“So I’m told,” I said, as I grabbed the elderly cock sucker’s head and began face fucking her.
“Oh yes, face fuck your granny cock sucker,” Ms. Chan demanded, always seeming to enjoy watching another woman be used.
“Oh, yes,” I agreed, as my balls bounced off her chin and I deposited my load down her silky throat.
She eagerly swallowed it all and kept sucking until I pulled out.
She looked up at me and said, “Yummy.”
“You’re a great cock sucker,” I said.
“I’ll do you anytime you need to deposit a load,” she promised before adding, “anywhere.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I nodded, as I put my cock away and she got off her knees.
“Enjoy,” I smiled.
“Oh I will,” the elderly woman said, returning to Ms. Chan.
I was walking home when an idea popped into my head.
I went inside and took a picture of my cock. I then sent it to Mom with the message: Want my cock???
I then waited for my Mom to arrive home, suddenly worried: What if she recognises this as the same cock she saw in Mrs. Grady’s photo?
She arrived a few minutes later and immediately called me into the kitchen saying impatiently, “We need to talk, young man!”
“About what?” I played innocent.
“About this,” she said, showing me my text and picture.
“Oh dear,” I said, pretending to be embarrassed.
“All you can say is ‘oh dear’?” she demanded, clearly angry.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
“I assume this wasn’t intended for me. Who was it for?” she asked, making no mention of Mrs. Grady, for which I breathed a huge inner sigh of relief.
“Kim,” I lied.
“Kim, your debate partner?” she asked.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Are you two having sex?” she asked.
“No, I’m still a virgin,” I said, telling the truth. “I just thought I’d try and let someone know I have a big dick. You know, spread the word? Maybe get lucky some day?”
“Oh honey,” she softened, realizing I was pathetic.
“I know, I know,” I said, “it was a dumb idea.”
“Oh honey,” she repeated, pulling me into a hug. “It was misguided, yes.”
“I just want someone to notice me,” I said, sounding so fucking pathetic.
“Don’t you worry, they will,” she said.
“When?”
“All good things come to those who wait,” she quoted, as I flinched my hard cock against her leg and hoped she was right, as my plan was coming close to fruition.
“I hope so,” I said, with a dramatic sigh.
“I promise,” she said, “you’ll find someone who loves you for you.”
“And who will let me fuck her?” I asked, pushing the boundaries as I flinched my cock three times against her leg.
“Kevin,” she gasped. “I felt that.”
“Sorry Mom, I’ve been having strange feelings recently,” I explained.
“Oh,” she said, as she moved away. She mentioned, “You know it’s okay to masturbate.”
I laughed awkwardly, “That no longer works for me.”
“Pardon?” she asked.
“I, um, well…” I acted awkward.
“It’s okay, you can tell me anything,” she said.
“I can’t really come like that anymore,” I lied. I still could, it just wasn’t as pleasurable as a woman’s mouth or ass… and I assumed as a cunt.
“Oh,” was all she said, clearly not knowing where to go from there.