Block Mom

Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Everyone would see that when they left. There was no getting to a bathroom without having to pass by at least one or two ushers. Jesus. And if anybody recognized her…

Emilia swallowed what little hit her tongue, and sat back, biting her lip, trying not to cry. This was insane. She was going to get caught, sooner or later. And when she did, Jim would break. He still loved her, and despite their problems, she loved him. But did she love him enough to stop this? To end it?

No. That decision had been made even before Milo drove her to several of the best orgasms of her life. She knew she wanted the boys. Even if they hadn’t seduced her, Emilia was sure over the summer she would have fallen to their advances.

Jaxton’s fingers touched her chin. Lifted it. His phone was in his hand again, and she blinked. “Smile,” he whispered, and clicked a pair of pictures. She took the phone from him and stared at them. Her face was glazed. Utterly glazed. She dripped Jaxton like a fucking donut.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Her throat worked. She should delete the pictures. She had the phone. She could take care of all the ones he’d taken earlier too. Her finger hovered over the trashcan button. Do it, her mind whispered. Delete it. End this madness.

Instead, her finger moved to the share button and she sent the pictures to her own phone. All of them. Without a word, she handed the phone back. Jaxton stared at her a long moment, a grin slowly spreading. When Emilia went to wipe her face with a handful of tissues, he caught her hand and shook his head. He pulled the tissues out of her hand, and extended two of her fingers before swiping them through the globs of come slowly rolling down her cheeks and neck. She got the idea, and cleaned herself off that way before staring him in the eyes and sucking it all down.

Two blowjobs down. Two to go.

Emilia kept a hand on his prick in order to keep better track of his recovery. Even with Jaxton’s youth, this was going to be a narrow thing. While she waited, she rolled her shoulders and shifted in her chair, trying to stretch as much as possible. Her leg hurt where the metal cut into it. There was no way she could do that position a second time. She was going to have to get back on her knees, but that meant more of a cramped space. A lose-lose situation, unless you were Jaxton.

Her eyes couldn’t focus on the screen. Instead, Emilia thought about the boys’ graduation party, thrown at her house. About seeing her four young men straddling that line between the boys they’d just been and the men they’d become. About the one beer she’d shared with them, maybe a mistake, but not one she’d take back. About her sweet Milo kissing her on the cheek, thanking her for always being there for them. About Jaxton plopping his graduation cap on her head and dancing with her. About Simon and Landon hugging it out, telling each other they’d always stay friends.

Jaxton was ready again. Emilia slipped off her seat, knelt between his legs one more time, and sucked him into her mouth for the third time in less than an hour.

This time, he controlled things. He swept up a fistful of her hair and drove her mouth deep down on him. Emilia made no effort to protest, to do anything but suck her son’s friend’s fat prick all the way down. Her dress rose up. Someone was fingering her pussy. Oh. It was her. She was doing this to herself.

The clock ticked, but Emilia thought nothing of it as her mouth and throat were used so basely. Her knees hurt, her legs were cramped, but she fingered herself nearly as hard as Milo had not so long ago, her breaths coming fast and hard when Jaxton wasn’t gagging her with his cock. Her free hand went to his balls, massaging them and teasing the sensitive flesh there. That got a big jump out of him, and he began to subtly lift his hips to fuck her face even harder.

“Oh fuck,” Jaxton grunted. Despite the noise in the theater, the sound was loud, and at the thought that anyone could see, warmth and pleasure spread from Emilia’s core up and down her spine.

Subtlety was now out the window. Faster she slurped and sucked, her lips making none-too-soft wet popping sounds every time her mouth came off Jaxton’s cock. Her pussy gushed with her pleasure, and thinking of Milo again, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, moaning as she rocked on her hand. Jaxton’s face-fucking grew harder and harder and his chair creaked from the effort. Someone giggled a few rows down and Emilia knew with both numb horror and infinite excitement they’d finally been discovered.

Faster.

Faster.

Emilia drove her mouth up and down Jaxton’s cock. Both his hands rested on her head, shoving her down even further as he bucked up at her. There was no warning this time. He jammed his cock to its root into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her aching jaw hurt even more, and he came. Just a few pumps this time, blessedly, but she drank it all down greedily anyways. No coughing this time. No gagging. She was eager for it. She was almost disappointed there wasn’t more.

Light.

She glanced sideways, Jaxton’s prick still stuffed into her mouth. An usher stood there, youngish, grimacing. He flicked the flashlight towards the entrance and jerked his head. Emilia pushed herself upright, wiping at her lips, and Jaxton rose after her, casually zipping himself up and tugging down the back of her dress.

They followed the usher out into the hallway. He was slim and boyish, with a goatee and furtive eyes that took in the drying droplets of come on Emilia’s dress. He whispered loudly, “You can’t be doing that in the theater! That’s a lifetime ban, and I should call the cops!”

Jaxton gripped the guy’s shoulder with enough force to let him know there was some serious muscle to him. “How old are you?”

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen, but what does that-?”

Jaxton grinned. “Maybe we can work something out.” He gestured at Emilia, who was finally starting to understand. She shook her head frantically, but Jaxton wasn’t paying her any attention. “Look at her. You’ll never get another shot at a MILF that fucking sexy. You want to see her tits?” He reached out and tugged down a shoulder of Emilia’s dress, baring her breast in its bra. That came down too, and the usher glanced around furtively before staring at the big dark nipple and licking his lips. Emilia blushed, but she had to admit, being put on display like this was a massive turn-on.

Slut, Milo whispered again in her mind.

The usher reached out and touched her nipple. Someone laughed inside the theater, and Emilia hurriedly pulled up the dress and they waited for an oblivious fat man to walk by, cradling a bucket and an enormous soda. When he’d disappeared around the corner, the usher said, “Come on.”

They hurried towards the bathrooms, and slipped into the men’s after the usher looked inside to make sure they were alone. The wheelchair-accessible stall was big enough for the three of them, so they went in there and Jaxton locked it behind him.

“You need to hurry up with him,” he said casually to Emilia. “You only have half an hour left before you need to make me come a fourth time.”

“A fourth?” the usher asked, a dazed expression in his eyes. He shook himself and stared hungrily at Emilia’s crotch. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Blowjob or a handjob,” Jaxton said. “She’s saving that pussy for something special.”

“B-blowjob?” the usher asked Emilia.

For an answer, she dropped to her knees in the stall. Another hard surface. Great. She helped the young man unzip, and his pants fell to the ground. His white briefs bulged just a tiny bit with his hard-on, and when he pulled them down, she almost laughed. He was tiny. Maybe as long as her ring finger, and maybe two or three times thicker.

A surge of savage, bizarre pride welled up inside her. This stranger couldn’t compare to her block boys’ big cocks. He was pathetic compared to the young black god standing in the corner, watching with a smirk. She took the young man’s cock into her mouth, whipping her tongue across his head, knowing he would be done in minutes, if that. She lifted a hand and curled a finger at Jaxton. Her man stepped forward, and she pulled off the usher long enough to unzip him too.

Emilia sucked the usher down once more and came off him. “Want to see what a real man looks like?” she asked. Jaxton’s eyes widened along with his grin, and she fished him out. Soft from his three blowjobs, he was still much longer and meatier than the other guy. “This cock is going to be in my pussy. My ass.” She tapped the usher’s prick. “This cock is going to spurt a couple times, and then you’ll go fuck some pimple-faced girl the rest of your life who’ll wish she had anything but your pathetic little cock inside her pussy.”

“Hey!” the usher protested.

But she was done. Emilia sucked him down, staring up not at him, but at Jaxton. She jacked him as hard as she sucked the usher, and amazingly, Jaxton responded. Oh, he was plenty spongey, and youth did have its limits in that short of a time, but he was rising to the occasion.

To his credit, the usher lasted longer than she expected. He didn’t do a thing with his hands except clench them. His hips started jerking a couple minutes in, and by the end of it, he was trying in his tiny dicked way to fuck her face, letting out grunts and “oh yeahs” like a machinegun.

A man came in at some point and said, “Holy shit, someone’s having a party.” Jaxton grinned at that but the usher panicked. He backed away, going for his pants, but Emilia grabbed his ass and dove back down on his prick, sucking his tip. When the man at the urinals flushed, the usher grunted, and exploded in Emilia’s mouth. Like she thought, he only came a few spurts.

Jaxton grabbed the man and pushed him backwards, taking his place as Emilia swallowed the guy’s come. “Get the fuck out of here,” he growled.

The usher hurried out of there, giving Emilia a muttered thanks before slamming the stall door behind him. Jaxton reached over, thumbed the lock, and Emilia devoured him. He pulled out his phone again, snapping picture after picture of her face stuffed full of his cock, her makeup smeared and running, her eyes staring up at him, worshipful, lost to the pleasures of the moment.