“Oh fuck! Thank you! That was great!” She says enthusiastically, kissing me. “Did you enjoy your first black fuck, baby?” She’s rocking her hips a little, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy. “I know I enjoyed my first white one. Want to do it again tomorrow?” She asks, hopefully. “I’ll be here at the same time, okay?” Hearing her voice, without the monotone, trancelike intonations is a real turn on. I wish I had done the whole encounter as a post transmission suggestion. I think her story would have been more erotic with her enthusiasm intact. She sits up and I can’t resist taking her hard nipples in my mouth again and sucking on them.
“Oh yeah, baby. God, I’ve never done anything like this before. It was so impulsive, but so good!” She’s rocking back and forth again, I can’t believe it but my cock is recovering inside her fiery pussy. “I don’t even know your name.” She says as she rocks faster, leaning down so I can continue to suck and bite her nipples.
“Oh yeah! Let’s do it again!” She’s riding my fully recovered cock, bouncing up and down. I let go of her nipples and lean back, thrusting my ass off the seat to match her rhythm. Her hands grab at her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples as she bucks wildly on my hard cock. She’s like a woman out of control. Undoubtedly the risk of fucking a perfect stranger in the mall parking lot, coupled with the fact that she’s already cum real hard, is driving her passion.
The car is rocking with our frantic coupling. My cock is so fucking hard, working toward my third orgasm in less than an hour. Her drenched pussy feels as if it’s inflamed, as she tightens it around my cock, let’s out a scream and jerks her body up and down in the throes of ecstasy. That sets me off and I erupt deep inside of her, my shoulders coming up off the seat back, as I spasm from the intensity of my release.
“Oh my God!” She says, leaning her head against my shoulder, gulping air into her lungs. Her hard nipples are pushing into my chest as her large tits swell with each gasp of breath. “I’ve never experienced anything like that!” She breathes. I realize she’s had a real orgasm without any prompting from the transmitter and it left her breathless. This was amazingly better than the first fuck. I’m going to have to work on the post transmission suggestion part of this whole experience.
Suddenly, she looks at her watch and says, “Oh shit! I’m late for work!” She kisses me hard. “But you were worth it, baby.” She disengages herself from my cock and looks around for her clothes. I watch her as she scrambles around getting dressed and it’s my first real look at her pussy. Her velvety bush is trimmed into a neat triangle pointing down toward her dripping pussy lips. I hand her some Kleenex from a box in the backseat and she smiles as she wipes the juices from between her legs.
“Next time I want to eat your pussy.” I tell her.
“Mmmm. That sounds wonderful!” She says, leaning down to kiss me again, her tits pushed against my chest one last time before she refastens her bra and buttons her blouse.
“Where do you work?” I ask her putting my jockey shorts back on and pulling on my jeans.
“Right there.” She points to the department store entrance to the mall. “At the jewelry counter.” She kisses me again. “Come in and see me anytime.” She opens the door, steps out and makes final adjustments to her clothing. “Same time tomorrow, right?” She asks.
“Absolutely! I hope you don’t get into trouble for being late.” I tell her.
“I won’t.” She says confidently. “I’m the manager.” She laughs and runs off toward the store.
Wow! This thing is going to do so much for my sex life. I’m imagining a hundred different uses, as I drive back to Uncle Harry’s house.
When I get there mom is still working at uncle Harry’s desk, clearly frustrated.
“Hi mom.” I say as I enter the basement. “Still not going so well, huh?”
“Hi Nick.” She looks up. “No, I’m getting it sorted out, but it’s just taking so long and sitting here hour after hour not moving, I’m just getting so frustrated and tense.” She rolls her shoulders.
“Here, mom” I say, moving behind her and rubbing her shoulders. “Let me help relieve some of the tension.” As I massage her shoulders, I feel how tense her muscles are especially under her shoulder blades.
“Mmm. That feels good, thanks.” Mom says, putting down her papers and leaning back in her chair. Then it hits me, I can just zap her with the transmitter and tell her to relax. I keep one hand on her shoulder, as I dig the ear buds out of my pocket and put them on. I dial the thumb wheel and find her frequency then hit the button.
“Mom, I want you to relax all the muscles in your body.” As soon as I say it she slumps in the chair and I feel the tension go out of her back muscles. This is amazing! It is good for something besides getting me laid. I’m going to try a post transmission suggestion.
“Mom, I want you to stay relaxed even when you are working at the desk.” I’m not sure that’s specific enough. Maybe I need to give her something specific to do. “What do you usually do to relax, mom?”
“I masturbate.” She says in the now familiar monotone. Holy shit! That certainly wasn’t what I was expecting.
“You masturbate to relax?” I ask to make sure I understand.
“Yes, ever since your dad left with that bimbo with the fake tits, that’s been my only option.” This is a lot more information than I need. Dad left us five years ago. He still provides financial support but hasn’t attempted to contact Susan or I since he left.
“Mom, do you need to masturbate now, to relieve the built up tension?” I ask, not sure what I’ll do with the answer.
“Yes, that would help a lot.” She says. Wait, she doesn’t have to masturbate at all. It’s the orgasm that relaxes her and I already know that can be triggered.
“Mom, you are now going to have an orgasm as powerful as any you’ve had while masturbating.” As soon as I say it, she tenses up, squeezes her knees together, starts squirming around on the chair, her hands fly up to her tits, mauling them as she throws her head back, moaning.
“Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck! Oh my god! Ohhhh!” Mom’s doubled over, rocking in the chair, moaning and rubbing her knees together. Suddenly, her whole body convulses, she slumps in the chair with her legs wide apart, her arms hanging to her sides and her chest heaving, as she catches her breath.
“Mom, you won’t remember this orgasm.” But I will. Damn! I can’t believe I just watched my own mother have an intense orgasm. “You will just feel very relaxed from me rubbing your shoulders. You will go upstairs and take a nap for the rest of the afternoon, awakening for dinner, refreshed and relaxed.” I push the button to stop the transmitter.