(Fm, oral, cons)
by Art Martin
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I had been dating Gwen for most of the school year.� She was sixteen and a sophomore at Huey P. Long High School in Metairie, a suburb of New Orleans.� Me, I was a senior and looking forward to turning eighteen and graduating all within the next four weeks.
By any measure, Gwen was a knock out with full bodied long dark hair that had a soft natural curl, penetrating azure blue eyes, shapely legs, a killer ass and a hefty rack.� It was her tits that caught my attention first, but the whole package was major boner material.� The first time I saw her, in the beginning of the school year, I was determined to get into her panties.� And I did.� Many times.�
That said, we were never boyfriend/girlfriend per se.� Sure we got along fabulously, dated and we screwed almost every date, but we were never "going steady", as we both liked to date (and fuck) other people.� She was in fact, the ideal girlfriend, as she never got upset when I hit on some other girl, and was always willing to get naked with me and do what we both loved to do.
Now, some of my buddies who also fucked her, sometimes would get all possessive and belligerent after their first fuck or three.� For Gwen, that was always a hassle, but she set them straight real quick.�
"It was just a date," she'd tell the boneheads. "I had fun; we had fun.� I like you, but I don't love you, and you certainly don't own me.� So, wise up big boy, or we won't be having fun together ever again."� Gwen told all the guys that, or something close to it, including me.� I got the message the first time around, and that was fine with me.� Some of the other guys didn't take it so well, which was their loss.
What Gwen liked about me the most, besides my charm, good looks, muscles and stamina, was the fact that we could screw at my house where it was very comfortable.� No need for balling in the cramped backseat of my mint '66 LeMans at some secluded location when a nice roomy bed at home was available.� You see my mom had passed away about four years earlier, and my dad, who was in his mid-forties, traveled two or three times a month for business, so quite often he wasn't home for days at a time.� That, plus he disappeared for whole weekends at a time in pursuit of some lady's charms.� As a result, there were many nights when I was home alone.�
Dad made it quite clear that I was never to have a bunch of guys over drinking and messing up the house.� One friend, maybe two, that was okay, as long as he never saw any evidence of it and provided that we stayed out of his booze.� As for girls, that was okay with him too.� In fact, once I turned seventeen, he kept me supplied with condoms.�
"If a girl comes over to fuck you, you can be certain that she's fucked some other guy before," he told me. "So, if you don't want to catch some disease and have your dick fall off, use a rubber.�
"It may also help keep you from knocking some girl up; don't do that to her.� Have fun, but be smart."
Of course during the fall semester I had football practice every afternoon, so that eliminated having fun in the late afternoon, restricting my fornication sessions to when Dad was out of pocket.� But when he was gone, it was just a quick phone call to Gwen and if she wasn't already� going out that evening, she'd almost always be available even on a school night�
You see, I always stayed on her mom's good side, and if she said for me to have Gwen home by 9:30, I'd have her home for 9:30.� That plus I always talked to her mom, who except for her blonde hair, looked a lot like her daughter, or rather her daughter looked a lot like her.� In her mid thirties, Miss April was a knock out too.� And like her daughter, Gwen's mom was flirty.� It was always fun to banter with her.
So there I was at Gwen's house, having just returned her from a quickie-fuck session at my house.� Gwen had a big test the next day, so we were home early. I too had some paper to finish by the next day, so I wasn't planning on staying.� That night Gwen had worn a thin spaghetti-strap dress sans bra.�� Giving Gwen a good night tonguing, I couldn't resist a quick grope of her soft melons, and with me mauling Gwen, her mom appeared.�
"Haven't you two done enough of that tonight," Miss April said with a contrived scowl.�
"Uh, sorry.� I was just going,"� I replied as I felt my face flush and reached for the door knob to make a quick escape.�
"Not so fast," her mother said.� Apparently that only applied to me, as Gwen instantly disappeared, leaving me alone to face her mother.�
Naturally I was expecting her to make issue with the fact that I was feeling her daughter up in her foyer, but instead she said, "Jason, I need some help this weekend."
"Uh, sure," I said without knowing what kind of help she needed, as well as feeling relieved that she wasn't immediately going ballistic on me.
"I've ordered up a load of river sand.� It will be delivered Friday," she explained. "I need a big strong guy, like you, to spread it over my yard.� If you'll do that for me this Saturday, I'll pay you a hundred dollars."
Now this section of Metairie is near Lake Pontchartrain.� It was once marsh land, and as such the land is constantly subsiding, requiring homeowners to spread river sand over their yard every two years or so, just to keep up with the constant sinking.� It's a ball breaking chore to fill a wheelbarrow with sand, take it to where it's needed, spread it and go back for another load until an entire dump truck load of sand is moved.� This is especially true in the heat and humidity for which New Orleans is notorious, and if it isn't done by the first of June, well, forget about it.�
I had done this for my dad many times, most recently just two weeks before. My first thought about her proposal was wasn't particularly positive, but being chronically cash-strapped, the lure of a hundred bucks was too much to pass up.
"Sure, Miss April.� I'll be glad to help you," I eagerly replied putting aside my distaste for this chore, but also happy that she wasn't going to give me grief for what I had been doing with Gwen mere moments before.�
That was on a Tuesday, I think.� Wednesday, Dad was home until the weekend, putting the nix to mattress time for the rest of the week.� Friday night I had a date, not with Gwen, but with another girl I had been trying without success to corrupt.� As always, she was incorruptible, leaving me more determined than ever to get her naked with me.� Oh, well, you can't score every time, but hope springs eternal.
Saturday morning, at first light to take advantage of the morning cool, I was at Gwen's house with my dad's construction-grade wheelbarrow, a spade, and a jug of water.� I put on my work gloves and got after it. Within minutes I had worked up a sweat.� I went about my task with the single minded purpose of getting the job over with as quickly as possible. After about an hour, my shirt was soaked, so I stripped it off and discarded it.�
My date for that Saturday night had told me at school late in the day before, that her grandmother had taken ill, and that she couldn't make it that night.�� This was especially disappointing, as Dad was going to be gone until Sunday afternoon and this babe wasn't reluctant to get naked with me.� To make matters worse, it was too late to come up with a Plan B.� Even Gwen was going to be unavailable, as she had gone with a friend and her family to their camp on False River for the weekend.� To my consternation, I figured I'd have another date with my right hand that night, just as I'd had the night before.
Around 9 AM, I'd been at it for three hours and had moved a third of the sand. Miss April made her appearance bearing a glass of iced lemonade for me.� Like her daughter, she always dressed provocatively, showing at a minimum, a good amount of cleavage.� Today she was even more provocatively dressed than usual. The first thing that caught my attention was tiny red bikini top from which her jiggling breasts were bulging from all sides.� Shit, I could hardly tear my eyes away from her hooters.� She also had on a pair of red hot-pants that seemed to be two sizes too small, so that nearly half her ass cheeks were on display.� From then on, every hour, she'd bring me a tall glass of lemonade, refreshing me in more than one way.� She noticed that I was gawking at her tits, but she didn't seem to mind.
By 12 PM I needed a break from the work and the heat.� With sweat dripping off me, I was rather dehydrated.� I was also hungry and running out of gas.� That's when I saw her driving away in her Sedan de Ville Cadillac. 'Damn, I'm nearly out of my water too,' I thought gloomily.� I figured that I'd give it another hour, then call it quits for the day and return in the morning to finish up.
Thirty minutes or so later, Miss April returned.� Exiting her car, she approached me with a large bag in one hand and cold drink in the other.�� I gratefully accepted the cold drink and inhaled a third of it.�
"I brought you some lunch," she said with a smile.� "Why don't you come inside, Jason, cool off and have something to eat."
"Oh, yes, Ma'am.� That sounds great," I replied as I took off my work gloves.� I found my shirt, which was by then covered with sand and elected to leave it.� Following her to the front door, my eyes watched as her butt sexily flexed as she walked.
"Leave your shoes outside," she instructed me.� "I don't want sand tracked all over my house." I kicked off my sneakers and left them outside along with my sweaty ball cap.� After hosing the sand off my feet I stepped inside; the cool air conditioning felt great.�
"You're a sweaty mess, Jason," she said in a serious tone.� "I can't have you sweating all over my furniture.� Now, you go straight to the hall bath and take a shower while I put on some lunch for you."
Then with a dismissive wave of the hand she added, "Now, go on.� There are clean towels in there."
So I trudged off bare foot to the hall bath to shower.� As much as the AC felt great, the shower felt even better.� Starting with fairly hot water, I washed up real good, then I progressively cut the hot water back until it was just tepid to bring my body temperature down as quickly as possible.� Needless to say, there was quite a bit of sand in the bottom of the tub by the time I finished.� Not wanting to leave a mess, I ushered the sand down the drain, then pulled the shower curtain back.�
The first thing I noticed stepping onto the bath mat was that the bathroom door was wide open.� I was fairly certain that I had closed it, but from experience I knew that if the house had settled, the door might not close properly without some effort.� With the door once again closed, I proceeded to dry off.� That's when I noticed that my cut off jeans and jock strap were nowhere to be found.�
There was a light rapping on the door.� "Jason, do you need anything?" I heard her say.
"Uh, yeah... my shorts?"
"They were filthy, so I put them in the wash.� Just wrap a towel around your waist and come and get something to eat."
"Uh, okay," I replied.
With the towel firmly secured about my waist, I ventured forth.
"There, you feel better, Jason?" she asked with laughter in her eyes.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am," I replied with a sheepish grin.
"Then come sit down and eat."
She directed me to the breakfast table where she had laid out a plate with a mound of cold shrimp salad, some slices of gouda cheese and bowl filled with Wheat Thins.� She also had a glass of sweetened iced tea for me, as well as a nearly full carafe for refills.
The number one food item in New Orleans is easily seafood, and the seafood in New Orleans is almost always phenomenal.�� That was certainly true of the shrimp salad I had for lunch.� As I ate, she praised me for the job I was doing.� She also told me that she had been watching me as I worked, and that she was sorry for not coming out and helping me.
"That's okay.� I wasn't expecting you to help shoveling sand.�
"I also didn't expect this for lunch; it's delicious!," I said between bites while I was shamelessly ogling the tantalizing display of her tits.�
She smiled at me saying, "My eyes are up here."
"Oh, yes, Ma'am.� Sorry."
"Well, I'm not," she replied, "I rather enjoy getting approving looks from a young man like you.� You do approve, don't you?"
"Uh, yes, Ma'am... I mean, no, Ma'am... I mean..."
She laughed, then walked away to the refrigerator giving me another look at her half exposed ass.� She dug around and brought me a slice of pie.� "Would you like some cheese cake for dessert?" she asked holding out for me to see.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am!� Thank you."
She set the cheese cake down in front of me and then walked around the table to stand behind me.�
Finished with every morsel of shrimp salad and gouda cheese, I set about devouring the dessert.� When I had eaten about one half of the cheese cake, I felt her touching my bare shoulders.�� Moments later she was lightly caressing my bare shoulders before trailing down my upper arms.�
"You don't mind me doing this, do you?" she softly purred.
"Uh, no, Ma'am," I replied in a near croak.
"Good.� I wouldn't want to offend you."
"I'm not offended at all," I replied.
With that she lightly ran her fingernails down my chest over and below my nipples.� "That's good, Jason," she said softly.�
Then with the tips of her finger pads, she ran her fingers lightly back up my chest. "You have such nice muscles."� Then she added, "It's easy to see why Gwen gets all worked up over you.� You're a fine specimen."�
She paused speaking while she continued to caress my chest.� I had forgotten about the remains of my cheese cake once she began running her hands over me and I sat almost holding my breath. Then she stunned me by playing with my nipple and saying softly,� "Gwen says you have a lovely cock; big and thick. She also says that you can get it up again and again and that you last a good long time. I also understand that you always make sure she gets off too, sometimes several times.
"Is that true? Is that what you do when you tell me that you two are going to the library?"�
Stunned by her forwardness and the fact that Gwen would tell her something like that, I was speechless.� She then pressed her tits into the back of my head. As she rubbed them across my head, I realized that her tits were bare.� Or at least they felt bare, but then again...
"Oh, my!� Did I do that?" she said looking over my shoulder,� just before reaching down my body to stroke my erection tenting the towel.� I was certainly speechless now.
"My, my, my, you are indeed quite well developed," she said while brazenly groping my hard cock.� "I love a well endowed man."
She removed her hand from my crotch and asked, "Are you finished with that cheese cake?"� I just nodded my head.
Gwen's mom then reached down, took my hand and helped me stand up.� And when I did, I could see that the tiny top she'd been wearing was indeed gone, giving me an unfettered look at her bare magnificent tits.�
Like Gwen, she was well endowed, easily a 38 DD.� There was very little sag, her stunning knockers possessing a natural bounce that said they were all natural.� Heck, I could have been looking at Gwen, except her nipples and aureole were a shade or two lighter, just like the color of her hair.
"Oh, let me fix your towel," she said reaching for the "knot" that held it in place.
"Ooopps!" she said feigning dismay as the towel fell to the floor, rendering me totally nude.
"My, my, my... So this is what you stick into my daughter," she said examining my hard cock. "No wonder she's such a happy girl whenever you bring her home."�
I was frozen in place, afraid to move or to say anything, even though I suspected where this was all headed.� Nothing in my limited experience prepared me for such an encounter.� Certainly moms don't come on to their daughter's boyfriends like this, did they?
"Well, I'm sorry, Jason," she went on to say, "this is all very unfair for you.� I can see all of you, but you can't see all of me."
I had to tear my eyes away her tantalizingly jiggling boobs to confirm that she was indeed unbuttoning and unzipping her short-shorts.� Transfixed, I watched her wiggle out of those tight shorts until she kicked her feet free of them.� I looked back up at the neatly styled patch of pubic hair, the sight of which confirmed she hadn't worn panties of any sort.�
She struck a pose, turning this way and that to give me a view from all sides.� "You like what you see?" she asked with a mischievous grin.� "You like me as much as you like Gwen?"
"Oh, yes, Ma'am!"
"Even though I'm old and haggard?"
At thirty four or thirty five, she was a sight to behold.� "You're not old or haggard," I replied.
"I'm old enough to be your mother."
"Maybe so, but... wow!� You look great, Miss April."
She� stepped up to me taking my rampant erection in her hand and said, "If you call me, Miss April one more time, Jason, I'm going to send you home."
"Uh, yes, Ma'am."
"Oh, you are too cute," she said as she molested my organ.�
"You don't mind me doing this, do you?"
"Oh, no, Ma'am!"
"I didn't think so. You're already dribbling.
"You know what I'd like to do?" she went on.� "I want to suck you.� Gwen's always talking about how she sucks you and how much she enjoys it.� You don't mind, do you?"
With that she went to her knees and looking up at me with sparking blue eyes, slid her full red lips over the head of my leaking glans.
"Holy shit!" I muttered.
She pulled off to ask, "Is there something wrong?"
"No, no, not at all!"�
Her sultry lips returned to caress my glans for a moment before sliding down over my shaft.� When she got me to the back of her throat, she didn't stop, taking every inch of me and causing me to gasp.� As many times as Gwen sucked my cock, she had never done that, nor had any other girl I'd been with.�
With the business end of my cock somewhere down her throat, she swallowed, caressing me with her throat.� She pulled back a ways, took a breath and then took me to the root, swallowed and then repeated the pattern over and over.� Normally I can hold off ejaculating for a while, but with her doing that to my dick,� there was simply no chance of me lasting very long. I felt my balls begin to boil over and warned her of my impending climax.� Quick as a wink, she had my dick out of her mouth, bobbing about and about to explode.�
Gripping me behind the balls and over the base of my penis, she squeezed hard telling me, "Not yet, baby boy.� Not yet." A blinding light filled my brain along with a most intense rush as my cock throbbed, trying unsuccessfully to expelled the load of cum.�
After what seemed to be to be the most prolonged intense cum of my life, my senses began to return.� Even after she released her grip, my bloated glans still tingled.� Barely able stand, I watched as she took my painfully rigid cock back into her mouth and down her throat to be squeezed when she swallowed.
She pulled off after the second swallowing and told me, "Be sure and tell me if you're about to cum," then she took me down her throat again.
It only took a few more trips into her esophagus� before I cried out, "I gonna cum!� I'm gonna cum!"
Again she pulled off and gripped me behind the balls to successfully stave off my ejaculation.� This time my prostate hadn't begun to spasm, so I was spared the exquisite pain of having my semen blocked while I came hard.��
After a moment and with the urge to ejaculate past, she asked while looking up at me, "Ready?"
I could only breathlessly nod and let her complete the most fantastic blowjob of my life.� This time when I called out, "I cumming," she let me cum.� Holy fuck!� What an orgasm!
This time when the fireworks died down, I was so weak that I had to sit down.� She sat in my lap facing me, pressing her big boobs into my face.� What a way to recover!
"Feeling better, baby boy?" she said while dragging her stiff nipples across my lips.� I didn't answer, but joined the game she was playing by trying to capture a nipple with my lips.� Eventually I caught one and began laving it.
"Oh, Gwen's right.� You are good with your mouth."
I didn't reply and just continued gnawing on her teat.� She let me work over her nipple for another minute or so, before pulling away from me.� I, of course, just pulled her back to me, attacking the other nipple. She let me have my way with it for a while, then pulled away again, this time pushing against my forehead to ward off another attack.
"You know what I want to do, baby boy?"�
I was about to reply, "Fuck," but thought better of it.
As if reading my mind she continued, "I want to fuck you."� Music to my ears! "But before we do, I need you to do something else for me."
"Anything you want, Miss... uh, April."
"Good, because I want to see if Gwen's been telling me the truth about how you get her off with your hands and mouth before fucking her."
"She told you that?"
"Yes, we are very close.� She tells me everything.� After all, I am her mother."
She rose from my lap, sat on her breakfast table and leaning back on her arms, spread her legs for me.� She was in so many ways just like her daughter, that I expected her pussy would be likewise similar.� Her pudenda was puffier and her dark, meaty inner lips protruded from her slit almost obscenely.
"You like my pussy," she said with a grin.
"Yes, I like your pussy... May I?"
"Make me cum, big boy.� Show me that you are the stud my daughter says you are," Gwen's mom said as she placed her heels on the edge of the table with her knees steepled.� "Let's see if you can make this old lady howl," she added challenging me.��
"Yes, Ma'am."
I reached for her glistening snatch and brushed my fingers across her protruding labia several times, gaining moisture with each swipe until it was almost impossible not to penetrate between those now slippery, wet lips.� Once between those love curtains, I quickly found her already aroused clit.� Gently I massaged the base of its sheath from the side, eliciting a soft moan from her. Just like her daughter, it only took a few minutes, at most, before I felt her clit jumping about.� Her knees snapped to together, her thighs trapping my hand as I continued to diddle her while she bucked and twisted on the table moaning like a sick cat.�
Her clit stopped throbbing against my finger tip and the grip of her thighs eased.� I let her coast down for a few moments, enjoying the musky aroma of her cunt that now filled the room, before prying her knees apart.� She was quite a bit wetter now and her inner labia had appreciably swollen with blood. Using my thumbs, I opened up her hot wet cunt to me.�
"Oh, gawd..." she moaned as I pushed the flat of my tongue into her hot cuntal trench.� I licked all around inside her cunt.� She was ripe, but not too ripe, almost tangy and quite salty. Once I had scoured all the pungent flavor from her cunt, I went back for the kill, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue until I had coaxed it once again out from its protective hood.�
"Oh, yes, baby!" she moaned as I began directly sucking on her pronounced clit.� "Ohhhhhhhh!!!� Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
With one final gasp, her thighs clamped about my head and her clit began to jerk back and forth as another orgasm racked her body, this one bigger and more intense.� I rode through her ecstatic throes, whipping her jerking clit with my tongue as I continued to suck on it.
With her still climaxing, I extracted my head from the clutches of her thighs, yanked her to the very edge of the table and rammed my cock all the way into her wildly contracting fuck tube.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck me, baby.� Fuck meeee..." she howled while thrashing her head side to side and bucking her hips up at me to meet my thrusts.� It wasn't a gentle fucking, but this woman needed and deserved a hard fucking.
"Yeah, cum on my dick, you whore," I hissed at her.� "Squeeze my dick, slut," speaking to her much like I'd talk to Gwen when she was cumming on my cock.� As I had just cum just minutes before, I was nowhere near cumming again anytime soon.� On and on, I fucked her hard and she kept cumming and cumming.
Tiring of the position, I pulled out of her.� "Don't stop, baby!� Don't stop," she pleaded.�
"You want to fuck, whore?� I'll fuck you and then fuck you again.� Fuck you cross eyed and then fuck you again!" Okay, I was boasting, but in the heat of the moment...
Rather roughly I pulled her off the table and dragged her over to an overstuffed sofa.� Bending Gwen's mom over the plush arm rest, I kicked her legs apart and skewered her hot cunt again, all to her approving howls. A few minutes later, I had her on the carpeted floor, plundering her puss in a missionary.� I rolled us over, my cock still planted in her cunt, putting her on top and letting her fuck me for awhile.� I� must say, she wasn't any more gentle with me than I had been with her.
The woman knew what she was doing, bouncing on top of my prong and never allowing it to come out of her pussy, which was a good thing as she might have fractured it otherwise.� It was quite the show lying back watching her big tits bouncing about.�
It was a long wild fuck, but I'm no superman and eventually I came, and came hard inside her, just like I came inside her promiscuous daughter whenever I could.�
For quite some time we lay on the floor exhausted. Hell, I was already tired from hauling sand all morning and quickly succumbed to a nap.
"Oh, my gawd!!!� Momma! Jason!"�
My eyes snapped open.� There standing over us gawking was Gwen and her slutty friend, Clara.� What in hell were they doing here?
"Oh, hi, Gwen.� You girls came home early?" the naked mother calmly asked sitting up without a hint of shame or embarrassment.
"Oh, really, Mom!" Gwen huffed.
"Jason?"
"He doesn't belong to you, does he?" her unaffected mother replied.� "Besides, we were just napping."
"Oh, so that's what you call it," Gwen replied trying unsuccessfully not to smirk.
"So why are you home, dear?"
"Clara's dad came down with a horrible toothache.� Poor man hurt so much he was sweating.� He called his dentist from camp and is on his way to see him now.
"Uh, can Clara spend the night?"
"Well, I had plans, Gwen... but, I don't mind sharing this virile stud with you girls.
"How about it, Jason?� Think you can get it up again and keep it up?"
Best damned Saturday ever!
THE END
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