He went for a blanket but was sitting on top of it and there she was, staring right at him. They both stood in awkward silence, his hand still wrapped around it. With trembling eyes, he couldn’t take them away from her and let go of it.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she slammed the door, “I should have knocked. Sorry! Sorry!”
He heard the footsteps down the hall way and he sat silently, his confused boner getting even harder and then deflating and then getting hard again.
“Fuckin’ shit,” he covered his mouth in disbelief.
He was there in the dark, unsure of what to do next. How could he finish now? She was aware of what he was doing. She knows he’s down here playing with himself. He tried to think rationally. She knows how old he is. Guys jerk off at 18-years-old. She knows this. It’s her house, though. It’s another man in the house that isn’t her husband. “Oh shit,” he sighed, thoughts racing. “She’s going to tell on me. My mom is going to kick my ass into a different disability.”
Bzzt. Bzzt.
He shuddered hard in the silence at his phone vibrating the bed. He turned it over, getting blasted by the unexpected brightness. He flicked through to turn it down and saw a message from… Amy?
“I am so sorry. I should have knocked.”
He stared at it for a moment and saw that she was typing again.
“I forgot about the dessert we bought and was bringing it to you.”
“No, I’m sorry,” he replied, “This is your place. I could have waited until I was home.”
“My home is your home,” she responded quickly, “I don’t mind you taking care of yourself. We can get the dessert tomorrow.”
Tim sat the phone down and laid his head back against the headboard. He hasn’t even been here a day and he’s already starting drama. She did say she was fine with it, so maybe he’s making it to be something it isn’t. The minutes trickled by and the whole situation was a thing of the past.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
He was shaken out of a light snooze and turned the phone over. It was Amy again.
“It would make me feel better if you kept going and finished.”
His heart stopped and he inhaled every last bit of oxygen from the room. Amy pulled the lever to the dam and all of the blood flooded right back into his groin, making his huge dick strain and throb uncontrollably. He unlocked the phone and scrolled up and down confirming it was Amy’s message as if he didn’t already know. He went to type, but his fingers were trembling and he looked towards the ceiling and back down at her invitation. Another deep breath rolled in when he saw her typing again.
“Could you turn your camera on and show me?”
Tim’s brain imploded right then and there. A hot bulb of liquid sputtered from his tip and raced down his lengthy, bumpy underside coating the veins. The constant shuddering in his shoulders was giving him the chills and it made it even worse when he realized she knew he was reading her messages, thanks to the little icon.
He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled hard. Amy was emotionally cheating on her husband and he was being asked to show his dick to one of his most beloved family friends. Of course, these fantasies have popped up over the years but he would never approach her. This is so wrong, he thought.
Tim leaned over to the night stand and turned the lights on. He aimed the camera at himself after leaning it against his calf and pulled back to get the whole thing into the shot. He pushed, forcing it to be as hard as possible for a few seconds and snapped a photo. The huge boner in high definition was thick and looking monstrous, just what he wanted for her. A message popped up.
“I won’t tell if you don’t. This is our secret.”
He bit down on his knuckle hard to see if this was a dream and rubbed the sweat from his clammy palms into the blanket. His phone buzzed against his chest and he lifted it up to lay eyes on a crisp, close up of a beautiful pair of tits. The caption read, “These would look even better glazed, don’t you think?”
That was the white shirt she put on later in the day. Those were real. She’s talking about him blowing a load on her big boobs. He sighed out at the sight of her tight green panties and wanted to run his lips over the lace. That unbelievable gap in her thighs had him drooling.
“I took this earlier when you were eating your favorite pizza.”
He hit send.
The three dots came up and he waited, slowly working the steel between his fingers, grip tight and blood flow plenty.
Bzzt.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”
His breaths were ragged and his hand tightened around it.
“Did I do that to you?”
He was traversing the whole slab, up and down, pushing into his big balls and back to cradle the fat bulging crown. It was slick and slimy, warm and gooey, aching between his grip.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
“Fuck,” he mumbled.
Amy started a video call. He only had a few seconds to respond. “Oh, fuck,” he shuddered.
Tim accepted and there he was in full glory, stroking his huge anaconda cock for a married woman about 20 feet away.
He watched her camera come on and it was focused on her perfect chest. Neither party dared to say a word and they both laid in comfort, listening to light moans and heavy breathing. Every now and then, he would catch a glimpse of Amy moving the view to her fingers rolling in large circles between her thighs. She was sexy, sultry and sensual; she was perfection. He made sure to clap his huge nuts against his hand, giving her everything that she wanted.
“Cum for me,” he heard, a faint whisper.
Oh, he was. He was past the point of no return. His tight hand was the only thing blocking his body from unleashing a fountain all over himself. Amy’s delicate moans were slightly louder and more intense, working and pulsating through his mind.
“I want my man to blow his load all over me right now.”
Tim’s sloppy hand was squishing up and down, pounding his meat harder than he ever had thus far in his young life and the faster he got the more Amy begged him. She heard a short deep grunt and a foot long syrupy glob of hot nut burst into the air. His hand cranked and set off a fat rope that sprayed up and landed on his thigh. Where the first one landed was a mystery. Amy lost control and squirmed, giving in and finding release. He churned out gush after gush between her moans, spattering the area and dousing his lap, covering his hand in a gigantic layer of jizz.
“That looks delicious,” she said quietly.
Tim pulled his hand away and Amy smiled as it dribbled all over.
“Thank you,” she said, “Phew. Get some rest.”
The call ended and Tim looked around, wondering what in the hell just happened.
Day 2: Late Morning
The room was blindingly bright and he fumbled around for his phone. It was nearly noon and he slept in the same position for far too long. His body cramped and cracked as he moved, but ten hours of uninterrupted sleep was pretty nice after yesterday.
“Fuck,” he thought, it all coming back.
Rolling down the hallway in just his briefs, he looked around for Amy in the quiet house. She was no where to be found and he slid over onto the couch. He heard footsteps coming up the ramp and Amy came through the sliding door.
“Oh, good. I don’t have to come tickle you awake,” she said, coming up behind him.
“Morning,” he said, still a bit groggy.
“Haaay…” she said, leaning over and pressing her big beautiful red lips into his.
He closed his eyes and sunk into the couch while his blood sunk into his rapidly growing boner. Amy laughed mid-kiss and nibbled his lip before letting go and pulling away.
“Someone is happy to see me,” she whispered into his ear. Up and over, she slid her palm across the soft briefs and outlined the abundance of bulge back and forth, making his cock bounce around. He sighed in her grasp and watched her closely. She moved away and sat a bag down next to him.
“Mom and Pop shop with great breakfast just a few miles out,” she said, opening it, “Gonna get out of these jeans.”
Tim pulled out the Styrofoam containers and set up the utensils. He caught Amy coming back in just her tight blue t-shirt and white lace panties finished off with ankle socks. He couldn’t believe he was here with this woman, even still.
“Sleep good?” she said, smiling and climbing up next to him.
“Out like a light.”
Amy took a bite of her eggs and laughed. “Oh, I know. I peeked in and you were a complete goner. I even knocked this time.”
He turned and she stuck her tongue out before pushing some hash browns in, bopping his nose with her fork.
“I’m so lost right now,” he said, smearing butter on his pancakes, “Is this real?”
Amy put a gentle finger on his lips. “Shh. Our secret,” she whispered.
She went through the bag and found a container with peanut butter. “You don’t want this on your pancakes?”
He looked like a deer in headlights, staring at it. “What kind of monster puts peanut butter on pancakes?”