Block Mom

“Hey, not a bad idea,” Milo said. “So long as you promise to tell all the other hot moms.”

“Lord, there’d be a line a mile long if I didn’t keep you all to myself.”

He snickered. “None of us except Landon are one-woman guys, Mrs. Candless.”

“Says the boy who had a girlfriend this last year.”

Milo grinned. “And why do you think we split up?”

“Milo! No! You?” She twisted and sat up just far enough to smack his shoulder. “I would have never thought.”

She didn’t twist back onto her side this time as she settled down. Her skirt was pulled too far down to see anything, but it was definitely an intriguing move, and at this point in the game, Milo doubted anything that happened was going to be unintentional.

“Says the married woman who has three young guys dreaming night after night about her,” Milo said. His tone was serious, and her smile faltered. She stared up at him, both silent for a while as he began to work her toes.

“Tell me,” she said.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me who you slept with. You’re my block boys. I want to know who you really are.”

Without hesitation, Milo told her. He told her about the first two weeks of class, and about coming in to speak to his professor about a test he’d supposedly flunked. About how the professor had him on his knees in minutes, eating her out while she graded papers and made phone calls like nothing was going on.

That left Mrs. Candless squirming, and her lips parted as he began to rub the arch of her foot, her ticklishness forgotten about.

Milo told her too about the real estate agent he met at a school fundraiser, and about how she blew him in the front seat of her Cadillac SUV. Mrs. Candless’s knees slid further apart with that one, her eyes locked on him the whole time. The remote dropped to the floor when he told her about the MILF, rubbing her other foot now as he detailed in more specific ways what they’d done together.

* * *

Milo’s eyes burned holes into Emilia’s. He brought her foot up to his lips, and kissed it. “She’d just given birth a year ago,” he murmured. “Her tits… they still had milk to give.”

“Oh my God,” Emilia whispered. Her pussy was drenched. If Milo could see down her skirt, he’d know he could take her right there and then and she’d beg him for more. The thought of this beautiful young man sucking at her nipples, sucking out her milk… it was so much. And the lips on her skin…

“That’s not even getting into what I did with her and Jamie together,” Milo said.

“You… slept with them both? Together?”

Milo sucked her big toe into his mouth, watching her as he wet it with his tongue. He only let it free after a long moment, and breathed, “Yes.”

Her other foot rested across his legs. She twisted until she could guide it across his hip, Milo still only watched her eyes, even when she grazed his cock in his basketball shorts. He was long, that much she could tell, and he was so very hard. Her son’s best friend, hard for her.

“I’m married,” she whispered, dragging her foot up and down the length of his prick.

“So what?” Milo asked. His hand left her foot and dropped to the hem of her skirt. She couldn’t help a moan as he inched the fabric higher, to her knees.

“Jim’s a good man.” And still her foot rubbed his cock.

“Good men don’t leave their wives unsatisfied,” Milo said. There was a note of aggression to his voice, something she’d never heard from him. Her sweet Milo was not the man she thought he was, she realized. There was an alpha in there somewhere, a man who took. And she wanted to be taken so fucking bad.

“Landon’s your best friend…”

Milo pushed his butt up off the couch, and she grabbed at the hand on her skirt, trying to keep him there. But he wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, all he did was slide his shorts and his boxers down. Down far enough that his long, meaty cock sprang free.

“Oh my God,” Emilia whispered.

“Let me tell you one thing,” Milo said. “I don’t give a fuck about Jim or Landon. Not when I can have you.”

Emilia’s foot slid against his length again as the skirt inched upward. She swallowed hard as skin brushed against skin. He turned, one knee resting on the floor, the other on the couch. Both her feet worked his cock slowly, rubbing up and down as he leaned over her.

“Tell any of us no,” Milo said to her as Emilia burned so fucking hot, “and we’ll stop. So tell it to me now. Tell me you don’t want me to keep sliding this skirt up so I can finger your pussy until you come all over my hand.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Emilia whispered, her feet letting him go.

He moved up further on the couch between her thighs, and for a moment, she thought he’d do it, thought he’d fuck her. Milo leaned down to kiss her, his hunger driving his lips against hers once, twice, three times. Fast, but not without passion. The skirt came up to her thighs as he turned his head to whisper in her ear, “You don’t get that yet. When we fuck you, we’ll all take you. One by one, and then all at once.”

The thought, the mere image, rocked Emilia so hard the pleasure burst from her core all the way up and down her spine. She came, and he’d done nothing more erotic than rub her feet and tell her what they were going to do to her.

“Milo,” she gasped, her back lifting and dropping. “Ohhhh, Milo, please, I need it, I want you.”

“You came,” he murmured against her lips.

“Uh huh,” she panted.

“You were fucking beautiful. I’m going to make you do it again.”

He chuckled throatily and kissed her. His hand slid under her skirt, and for the briefest of moments, he paused and drank her in. Emilia blushed under his scrutiny, her hands rising to his cheeks, tracing the fine lines of his beautiful face.

“I’m glad it’s you first,” she murmured, and leaned up to kiss him with far more gentleness than they’d shown each other up to that point.

His fingers slid along the length of the barely-there black thong she slipped on when she changed out of her hose. Emilia had known the moment she saw him in the driveway how this was going to go. How she wanted it to go. She desperately wanted Milo to fuck her, but the anticipation of all three boys — men, she reminded herself — at once was so much she still quivered thinking about it.

He traced her thick lips. The thong was so tiny it couldn’t hide her sex, only prevent his fingers from slipping into her core.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, staring into her eyes. “Do you know that, Mrs. Candless? How many times I’ve fantasized about fucking you?”

“Nnnn,” she moaned. His thumb ran down the middle of her slit and she wrapped her arms around him, lining every inch of his chin with her lips.

“The hottest mom I’ve ever seen, and your pussy’s mine. Isn’t it?”

“Yours!” she gasped as his thumb slid back up, resting against her clit.

“My best friend’s mom,” he said, and dropped his lips to hers again as he stroked her clit.

The intensity of her first orgasm had barely left Emilia, and she was already so very sensitive. The expert way his fingers moved kept her on that edge. Boy? Had she really been thinking of Milo as a boy? Men used their fingers like this. Not even Jim, after twenty years of marriage, could manipulate her pussy so easily Milo’s fingers danced, and her body danced with him.

He didn’t bother with her panties. Not for a good long time, anyways. While his thumb teased her clit, two of his fingers played at her big puffy lips. Every now and then he’d slip the fingers against the fabric against her pussy, rubbing it into Emilia’s wetness. His lips on hers were almost as pleasurable. Milo knew how to kiss — not hard, but with enough force to make her feel wanted, to stoke the passion she’d been missing for so long. And when he dropped his mouth to suck and kiss at her neck, her hips shot wide, and Emilia’s back arched for a second time.

“Oh fuck, Milo, coming again, I’m coming so fucking hard…”

He nipped at her skin. None too softly either — enough that she’d probably bruise. The bite did it for her. The pain and pleasure collided and her words turned into a sob of pure pleasure, her second orgasm hitting her even harder and longer than the first.

His fingers left her — no. That wasn’t quite right. They moved. They finally tugged down her panties, and he went with them, stopping only to pull her skirt up so he could stare at her pussy, dripping the evidence of her orgasms on the leather couch. There would be such a mess to clean up, such a smell of sex, but Emilia didn’t care. She wanted those fingers back inside her, or even better…

“Lick me,” she begged.

“No,” Milo said simply, and pulled the panties down her legs and off. He held them to his face and sighed happily before dropping his shorts and tossing them on top. “Those are mine now. I got to be the first. I’m taking a trophy of my new favorite slut.”

The word rocked Emilia like a slap. A slut. His slut. Jim. Landon. What was she doing? What the everloving fuck was she doing?

But the voice of sanity quieted the moment his hand returned to her sex. Milo leaned above her now as he cupped her pussy and drove two fingers inside her. His other hand rested on his cock and he jerked it slowly. Her eyes and feverish mind fixated on it, and the thoughts of her husband and son disappeared. Milo was so goddamn big. And long.

“Fuck me, please!” she begged, her voice hoarse from the second orgasm.

“No,” Milo said again, almost fondly. He started to say something else, but the doorbell rang. The food. They both forgot about the food. He laughed merrily, and slapped her thigh. “Get up and get that.”

Emilia pushed herself up on shaky elbows. “I’m a mess, I should…”

“I didn’t ask. I told you. If you want our dicks, you’re going to get up and answer the door.”

Emilia whimpered, but sat up and swung her legs off the side of the couch. As she rose, she started to tug back down her skirt, but Milo’s hand shot out and grabbed hers.

“No,” he said again.

“But they’ll see everything,” Emilia whispered. The doorbell rang again and she cast it a sharp look.

“Yes, Mrs. Candless. They will.” He smacked her bare ass. Not lightly, either. It was a good hard spank, one that left his bright red fingerprints in her tanned flesh.