Ten minutes later I was at Ms. Chan’s and she too had my cock in her mouth. It took much longer than her usual quick morning breakfast protein, since I’d already shot a load in Mom’s mouth, but Ms. Chan’s expert mouth was very determined. Yet, she noticed I wasn’t my usual quick trigger self and asked, with a smile, as she stroked my hard cock, “So congratulations are in order, you’re obviously now a mother fucker.”
“How do you know?” I asked, hearing Ms. Chan call me a mother fucker feeling so hot.
“Because this load isn’t coming so quickly, plus your confidence is brimming even more and if you’re allowing anyone else to extract your morning cum besides me, it had better be your mother.”
“Yes, it was,” I admitted.
“Blow job?”
“Yep.”
“Cunt?” she asked.
“Yes,” I nodded, loving to hear this sweet Asian in her wheelchair use the ‘C’ word.
“Asshole too?”
“Not yet,” I answered.
“Interesting,” she nodded.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, with everyone else you only face fuck and ass fuck, but your mother is the other way round,” she observed.
“Meaning?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, “it’s just interesting.”
“I plan to take her final hole tonight,” I admitted.
“I see,” she said, “want to try something a little kinky?”
“Kinkier than fucking my mother?” I questioned.
“Well, not kinkier than that, but a little unorthodox,” she said.
“You have me intrigued,” I said.
“Bend over and put your butt in my face,” she instructed.
“Excuse me?” I asked, that not being what I anticipated her saying.
“Trust me,” she smiled, “I’m going to show you a pleasure you didn’t know existed.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked skeptically.
“Analingus is the correct term, rimming is the most common term, and ass eating is the dirty term,” she listed.
“You want to eat my ass?” I asked.
“I’m going to eat your ass,” she corrected.
“Why?” I asked, this not sounding appealing at all.
“To introduce you to a side of pleasure you didn’t know existed,” she answered.
“Isn’t it gay?” I asked.
“Taking it in the ass is perhaps gay. Craving sucking cock all the time may be gay. Thinking a guy is hotter than a girl likely implies you’re gay. Being pleasured in any fashion whatsoever by a hot Asian slut definitely isn’t gay,” she responded.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Trust me,” she said. “Have I steered you wrong at all so far?”
“No,” I admitted, still not super excited about this.
“Now turn around and let me see that sexy ass of yours,” she ordered.
“Okay,” I said, turning around.
“Such a tight ass,” she said, squeezing both my cheeks.
“Yeah, it’s all my working out,” I joked.
“Lately you have been working out a lot,” she countered.
“True enough,” I laughed at her version of working out.
I felt her pull me closer to her, pull open my cheeks and I stiffened.
“Relax,” she said. “This will feel good.”
“Okay,” I said, although I couldn’t. I wanted to say no to her, but she was the one woman in addition to my Mom I respected enough to trust.
I then felt hot breath on my butt, which sent a shiver up my spine.
I was nervous and it was awkward, but then I felt her tongue. It was disarmingly nice. I couldn’t explain it much better than that. Her tongue first moved randomly with a swirling pattern, followed by quick taps right on my asshole, then a zig zag pattern, followed by more quick taps and a variety of other movements.
My cock, which had deflated during the discussion of this analingus thingy was back up and raring to go.
Did it feel weird?
Yes!
Did it feel awkward?
Yes.
Did it feel good?
Better than good actually, amazing even. It actually made my cock twitch as I concluded there were erogenous zones in and around my butt that somehow connected directly to my cock.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked, as she purposely blew hot warmth directly on my butthole.
“I plead the fifth,” I trembled, not yet ready to give her the satisfaction that she was right.
“Oh, you’ll be pleading for the fifth and sixth time pretty soon,” she said, bathing my hole with her wet tongue.
Then she slithered her tongue down my butt and close to my testicles, which I discovered were also rather sensitive.
“Oh,” I moaned for the first time, my body taking control of the pleasure.
“There you go,” she purred, as she returned to my asshole and reached around to my cock. “Mmmm, I think Little Kevy likes it.”
“Still pleading the fifth,” I moaned, as she began stroking my cock while eating my ass.
“Don’t waste that cum,” she warned, as she multitasked on me in the most surreal way yet.
“Never,” I groaned, as I felt my balls beginning to boil.
Another minute of the double pleasure and I lost control of myself and had to spin around and slide my cock into her mouth and fuck her face.
I didn’t last a dozen pumps before I spewed my second load of the morning into Ms. Chan’s velvet mouth.
When I was finished, I pulled out and said, “You really are one wicked woman.”
“Oh, if you would have only known me before the accident,” she said.
“I can only imagine,” I said, thinking this was perhaps a good time to dig deeper into her past.
“If there was a submissive slut Olympics I would win gold every time,” she said.
“That may be an Olympics I would watch,” I said, always hating the two weeks where the world became obsessed with athletics.
“Gather enough sluts of your own and you could create your own version of it,” she suggested.
“Best blow job,” I said.
“Best rimmer,” she shrugged.
I laughed on the fact it was so close to best swimmer. “Fastest cock rider.”
“Quickest cum retriever,” she said.
“One day I may have to do just that,” I said, the idea of such a competition kind of fun.
“Just make sure I get to compete,” she said.
“I promise,” I nodded.
After a pause, I asked, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, always,” she agreed, sipping her coffee.
“How can I make sure I won’t turn out like my dad?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, even though she knew what I was asking, wanting me to elaborate on my concerns.
“It’s just that… sometimes my cock takes control and I turn into an arrogant asshole,” I explained.
“Many women like arrogant assholes,” she told me, “at least during sex.”
“And some like eating assholes,” I joked.
“Some certainly do,” she smiled.
Getting back to my concern, I added, “But he’s always like that.”
“And you’re worried you’ll become just like him,” she surmised correctly.
“Exactly,” I responded, a worry I couldn’t push out of my head. For my entire life until recently I’d been focused on trying to be the opposite of my father, and yet for almost the past two weeks I’d watched myself becoming more and more like him.
“The fact you’re asking the question is a good start,” she said.
“But how do I make sure I don’t?” I asked. “I mean when I fuck someone like Mrs. Dieks, I feel no attachment to her, just dominance. I don’t respect her, but I still want to fuck her.”
“There are different levels of sexual attraction,” Ms. Chan explained. “One level is raw lust, where it’s just sex, nothing more.”
“I’ve never felt that way before,” I said, pretty sure that was true. Although in fantasy I often went there. Cherry the entitled head cheerleader; Vanessa the rich bitch; Shelly the bully, not to me but to my friend Pamela; Elizabeth the tall basketball player who treated ‘lesser’ races with disdain.
“Because deep down you’re a good man,” she said.
“Am I?” I asked, no longer sure.
“Oh, Kevy,” she smiled warmly, “the fact we’re even having this conversation proves my point. Sex is sex, and when the game is raw lust and passion, you’re allowed to become whatever the woman wants, whatever she needs and craves. Some of these women need you to be an asshole for them, and so you become one.