A moment later, carrying two more bags, Mrs. Dieks walked up to me, and as she unlocked the door, she asked, a complete mess, “Do you think she knows?”
“That you’re a fucking cheap slut, or that you were just sucking my dick?” I asked, really loving to talk shit to her.
“Either,” she said, as she opened the door.
“No idea,” I said. “So you and Mrs. Moore don’t fuck each other?”
“What? No!” she denied as we went into her house.
“I’ll be giving her some back shots soon,” I said, confident that was a doable thing to predict, as we walked into the kitchen. After placing my bags on the counter, I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor.
“My husband could get home any minute,” she said.
“Do you think I give a fuck?” I asked. “Do you want my big fat cock or not?”
“Yes,” she said with a heavy sigh, and she dropped in front of me and fished out my cock.
“You understand I have a lot of other women who want this dick?” I asked rhetorically, as she freed my cock.
“I imagine,” she said, as she took my cock into her mouth.
“So you’d better stop questioning me and do as you’re fucking told,” I said, pulling my dick out of her mouth and asking, as I slapped her face with my cock, “Is that understood?”
“Yes, Kevin,” she acknowledged. “I’ll be an obedient slut for you.”
“Good,” I said, as I slid my cock back into her mouth and began face fucking her. I didn’t really need to drop another load… I had a sure thing tonight, and also a pretty sure new slut for tonight… but I was in the mood to dominate and humiliate this bitch.
I slammed my whole cock into her mouth for not even a dozen strokes, when her phone rang.
I pulled out and said, “Answer it.”
She stood up and pulled her phone out of her purse. The frightened look on her face was hilarious!
“Who is it?” I asked.
“My Mom.”
“Answer it,” I repeated and added, “put it on speakerphone.” She gave me a look of ‘please no’, but after I’d just told her I expected complete obedience, and she’d just agreed, she sighed and answered it on speakerphone.
“Hi, Mom,” she said, as I spun her around, pulled up her dress, and slid my dick into her as usual very wet pussy. It wasn’t wet at all when I’d touched her in the driveway. Crazy how just the idea of my cock, or of sucking my cock, could get a woman soaking wet… just another aspect of the magic of BFC.
“What are you doing, honey?” A soft-spoken woman asked.
“Just got back from the grocery store,” she answered, as I put my hands on her wide hips and began fucking her good… knowing she’d be unable to stifle her moans.
“Did you pick up the almond milk I suggested?” she asked. From the very beginning, this conversation was so boring and typical… which made my fucking her daughter right then even hotter.
“I forgot,” Mrs. Dieks answered, covering her mouth after she did.
“Jesus, Karen,” the mother sighed. “You need to start listening to me. Almond milk is way better for you than anything from some dairy animal.”
“I know, Mom,” she said mildly, as I kept pounding her from behind, giving her the back shots I was imagining giving to Mrs. Moore one day soon.
“You always say you know, and then you never actually do it.”
“I promise I’ll buy some later this week,” Mrs. Dieks said, although she was struggling to speak with a normal voice.
“Good,” she said. “Have you spoken with your sister recently?”
“Not since last week,” she answered, and I now slammed into her so our bodies collided, making the undeniable sounds of two people fucking.
“What was that noise?” the Mom asked.
“There’s a window open,” Mrs. Dieks lied. “And it’s windy outside.”
“It’s loud; sounds like it’s right near you.”
“No, that noise is the construction they’re doing next door,” the MILF I was hammering away at made up, and then she showed a sense of sly humour I hadn’t known she had, “He’s really hammering away.”
“Well, make sure they follow the city bylaws for the times they’re allowed to start and stop,” she said.
“It’s only one carpenter, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be finished well before evening,” she said, looking back at me, smiling.
I smiled back, and shrugged as I kept hammering away at her greedy hole.
“Oh, and the reason for my call?”
“Yessss?” Mrs. Dieks responded with the slightest hint of a moan… since she was getting turned on by getting fucked while she was on the phone.
“I’ll be coming over for Thanksgiving.”