Block Mom

She came up off him long enough to gasp, “I want copies of those.” Jaxton roared with laughter and complied before shoving the phone away and grabbing the back of her head.

“Time’s almost up,” he said.

“Fuck my face,” she replied back. “Use me, Jaxton. Use your friend’s mom like your come rag.” She slipped her dress down to bare her breasts. “Come on me. Come in me. I don’t care. If you want to spin me around and fuck me, I’m yours.”

He thrust his cock into her mouth with a growl. His pants came down, revealing his muscular thighs. He pistoned them back and forth as his cock slammed in and out of her mouth, no longer fucking around with his game but taking her the way Emilia wanted him to. He grabbed the back of her head for even more balance, his tip driving into her throat as she stared up at him, eyes welling up with the need for air. He didn’t give a shit and she didn’t want him to. Her throat was already sore. Her jaw would ache for days.

Emilia wanted more. She wanted her son’s friend to ram that cock home one more time, spraying her throat down with his come. She wanted it inside her. She wanted him fucking her ragged, calling out his name. She wanted him in her ass, spreading her so very fucking wide. Ohhh, that would hurt, but it was going to be such a good hurt.

She whimpered, her hand going to her pussy under the dress again. She wasted no time strumming her clit through the fabric of her panties. Close already, it wasn’t going to take more than a few minutes for her to get off. More people, talking, laughing, and still Jaxton face-fucked her, her head bumping back against the metal wall now as someone realized what was happening and told them to keep going. Someone else came into the stall next to them and peeked over.

“That slut is going hard as a motherfucker!

“Gurk!” Emilia agreed. Her drenched pussy twitched at the thought of being watched. At the thought of someone seeing her with a mouthful of young Jaxton’s big cock. She came with a whimper, and Jaxton grinned, feeling her shiver along his length as he kept up the hard pace. It barely registered when he reached over and flicked the lock open on the door.

The stall banged open and more guys crowded in to look. One of them went for his own pants but Jaxton looked at him and snarled, “She’s mine.”

“All right, dude,” the guy said, hands up. “Can we take pictures?”

“Can they take pictures?” Jaxton asked her, smirking.

“Nnnagh, uck, uck, uck,” Emilia gasped, still lost in the throes of her orgasm and sucking him for all she was worth.

“That’s a yes from her,” Jaxton said. The guys dug out their phones and Emilia watched them out of the corner of her eye as they snapped picture after picture of her mouth stuffed full of Jaxton’s prick. As he fucked her face. Her mouth. Her throat.

He jerked out, his cock in his hands. She grabbed it, jacking him harder and harder until he was spraying her down for an unbelievable fourth time. There wasn’t much but compared to the usher he was fucking pouring gallons on her. Shots streaked across her breasts, her dress, her face. Jaxton grabbed her up and turned her around, finishing once on her bared ass for the pleasure of the guys still taking pictures.

“Show’s over,” he said, and the guys backed away, laughing, cheering, high-fiving each other.

Emilia gasped for air, clutching at him for balance. Jaxton cleaned her up with a fistful of toilet paper, and threw it in the can. When she had her dress back on and adjusted — though absolutely ruined by the come — she spoke one word hoarsely.

“Time?”

“Twenty minutes to spare.”

She grinned blearily, and Jaxton looped an arm under her shoulder to help her walk out.

* * *

As much fun as the games were with Mrs. Candless, when she asked for a few days to recover from Jaxton’s hard and repeated throat-fucking, the boys recognized this was a necessity. They might have enjoyed their swift defiling of their friend’s mom, but they weren’t out to actually physically hurt her, and given the hoarseness of her voice when she called, she was a hundred percent genuine.

While he patiently waited, Simon got Emilia’s measurements from her and did some shopping. Much like Milo, there were two older women in his life who kept him well supplied with a pair of prepaid debit cards. They could afford it. One was a divorcee whose ex-husband owned a successful bagel chain, the other was married to a bank executive who could only get it up with the help of a happy little blue helper. He knew about the affair and grudgingly gave his wife the go-ahead, so long as it was kept quiet and there were no pictures. Simon happily obeyed the first rule and wildly disregarded the second, but then again, she was a French-Canadian stunner and he wasn’t going to let that shit slip by without lots of video and pictures.

He hit up a few popular lingerie chains and some smaller boutiques, buying up not just underwear but some sexy outfits too. He planned on fucking Mrs. Candless all summer long, so he wanted to make sure she was armed with plenty of assistance to make her already hot-mom body pop even more. His last stop the day before he would go over to her house and change her world forever was a sex shop. Here, he bought just a handful of items, already grinning about how he’d use them.

In the morning, after helping his father in the garage for a while, Simon took off and picked up Rosie Brook. The bubbly cheerleader coach was dressed exactly as he told her, and he damn near fucked her at her front door. The too-short sequined cheerleader skirt definitely wasn’t one of her students’, but was something she’d bought explicitly for this at his command. The short-sleeved top matched the skirt with sequined shoulders, but he barely noticed those. It was the plunging neckline and the way the cloth barely clung to her tits that sold it. A flick at that fabric and the top was going to go flying over her nipples.

“Perfect,” Simon said, and flipped up the skirt to smack her ass, hard.

“Thank you,” Ms. Brook said, blushing. “Is she set?”

“She will be,” Simon said, chuckling.

They showed up at Mrs. Candless’s shortly after one. A car slow rolled by as Rosie bent over to dig out Simon’s purchases that week from the backseat. She definitely had that effect on men.

As she trailed behind him, Simon knocked on Mrs. Candless’s front door and let himself in. The hottest neighborhood mom of them all strode out from the kitchen, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.

“Hey Sim…” Her voice trailed off as she gaped at Ms. Brook.

Simon grinned. “Rosie. Brook, Emilia Candless. And vice versa.”

“Wha… what?” Emilia sputtered.

“Ms. Brook is the local cheerleading coach,” Simon said. “And she’s going to teach you how to eat pussy.”

* * *

Emilia took in the bags the beautiful blonde brought in. Ms. Brook gave her a wide smile. “It’s Rosie. The boys have an annoying tendency to still want to call me Ms. Brook.”

“You’re…” Emilia started, then paused, giving the gorgeous woman a once over.

“Sleeping with them? Yes.”

Simon settled on the edge of the armchair. “I bought you a bunch of clothes. Lingerie, some shorts, tops, skirts, that sort of thing. From now on out, when you know one of us is stopping over, you’re going to wear something sexy.”

“But Jim-”

“Yeah,” Simon said, irritated. “How is Jim? Hm? Loving hearing about his wife fooling around with three college guys? Wear the goddamn clothes, Emilia.”

Rosie rolled her eyes. “He’s vulgar and likes to put on an act, but it’s worth it. I’ve never slept with anybody like those three. Let’s get you dressed.”

“Strip here,” Simon said. “Leave the apron on. Milo mentioned you naked in it was a fantasy of his. I want to get some pictures for him.”