As she led the way upstairs, his hand rested on her bare butt and gently stroked it. She couldn’t believe they were going to do this in the master bed she shared with Harold. Bizarrely, her mind started working on a check-list: open the windows later to air out the room, wash the sheets … When she had cheated with men before, she had always been careful that the meetings were never at the house. The reason why came rushing back. It felt doubly cheating to be with another man in their own house … maybe triply cheating in their bedroom.
She led him into the bedroom, released his hand to move to the bed and pull the cover off (the cover was much more difficult to wash). She turned to find him standing … waiting. He had made no effort to undress, unlike the other men who had been so anxious they became naked in an instant before she could change her mind. This one, Otis, stood expectantly, confidently, that she would do the work of undressing him and taking the initial lead. She weakly smiled and stepped to him. She loosened his belt and tugged his polo shirt out and up his upper body. He raised his arms to assist her in taking it off. He pulled her into his body, again. She felt her breasts and nipples spread against his muscled chest … his hard, black, muscled body. She found herself pressing her body into his, too. Her arousal spiked with her body against his and his hands roaming over her back. She felt her pussy moistening, preparing itself. Her body was anticipating even if her mind was still struggling with what was happening.
They kissed for several moments, her nipples becoming hard nubs against his skin. She broke the kiss and let her mind go and followed what her body was telling her. She unzipped his pants and sank to her knees, relieving him of his shoes and socks before lowering his pants and removing them. She ran her hands up both legs, over both strong thighs, and to his waist. She looked up his body to find him watching her with that damned self-confidence that seemed to turn her on even more. What was that about? Her daughter taking control excited her, now this man she only knew as her daughter’s friend exuding control and dominance. In that moment, her mind was losing her identity and her body was taking control, responding to her daughter’s expectation that she fuck this man, and responding to whatever control this man seemed to imparting onto her.
Without more thought, she seemed to submit to it all. She kissed his stomach. She kissed down over the waistband of his boxers and felt his cock underneath hanging down hidden. Her mouth became greedy as her kisses followed the shape of it down. It seemed huge, but … it couldn’t be … could it? She looked up his body, again. He was smiling down at her. Her fingers began pulling the waist band down, her lips began kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. When the base of his cock became exposed, her lips trailed behind the material. She let the boxers fall to the floor and she sat back on her heels, her hands holding the massive thing, her eyes wide and her mouth gasping. Her hands were wrapped around it and it was huge while soft. It was longer and thicker than any cock she had seen … and it was soft.
Her mouth returned to it, licking the length up and down several times before her lips parted and she took the head between them, her tongue now swirling around the head, her mouth sucking for the pre-cum forming there. She sucked hard and glanced up at him. Damn … that same self-assured look. He knew what his body … his cock … did to women.
She worked his cock with her mouth and hands like a whore seeking a big tip. When it was hard, he pulled her up into his body and they kissed. His cock pressed against her stomach sent a chilling shiver through her. It was huge. Both of her hands had been around it and she still could suck on the head. It was her forearm length. She suddenly began to doubt if she could even take it all inside her.
His hands weren’t the only ones roaming. Her hands sought out his skin as much as his did hers. She looked up and expressed her concern, “I don’t know if … if I can take you. You’re so much bigger than …” He kissed her to stop her. Then he assured her she would be able to. He said Patty has and does. She would have control by being on top. He softly reassured her with his words and soft, teasing kisses.
He moved to the bed and lay on the center, holding his cock straight up. Olivia looked at only it as she crawled onto the bed after him. Her eyes fixated on that black pole, her mind doubting, but her body demanding it to be inside her. Her body won out.
It was her and the cock, now. Nothing else. She swung her leg over Otis’s hips and took hold of the cock from him. She positioned her pussy over it and moved it back and forth until it sank barely into her hole. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and lowered her hips down an inch. The head, just the head, spread and stretched her opening and she gasped at the feeling of being so filled and it was only the head. She lowered herself another inch and sighed. Another inch. Another. She was panting with the feeling of fullness and stretching with each inch of penetration. She raised up and pressed down, up and down. She was gasping with the most intense arousal on a man’s cock. Only Blackie’s cock and knot had elicited such a feeling of fullness. She pressed down and looked between her legs. God! There were still inches outside and she felt the cock bumping her at the top of her uterus. She wiggled her hips while pressing down and taking inches more cock until she was finally sitting on his hips. She was gasping and panting, but a smile of achievement came over her face. But, if she had been able to see her face like Otis was, she might have been shocked by the lustful, depraved expression showing there.
Olivia began a deliberate rising up the length of his shaft and equally deliberate lowering down until it bottomed out inside her. Over and over she rose and lowered. Her head sagged back on her neck, her eyes closed in concentration on the sensation of the cock moving inside her tightly grasping pussy, her mouth gaping open, and her breath coming in raspy gasps. She was totally unaware of Patty standing in the doorway watching with a knowing smile on her face. She had to come and see for herself as her mom discovered the difference a big cock can make. She quietly turned and left with the satisfaction of knowing her mom was hooked. Yes, indeed, they were going to have fun.
When her mom came down the stairs naked, Patty was sitting in the family room. She dropped the National Geographic as Olivia plopped down in a nearby chair. Her hair was wet and her skin was rosy from an apparently hot shower. Patty only raised her eyebrows but Olivia knew what was being asked.
“My God, honey … it was like a pole up inside me.” Even though her skin was colored from the shower, Patty could see her mom blush as she realized how blatantly she was describing the experience, but it didn’t stop her. “The first time he let me have control and set the pace. I came twice on top of him. My God … Then he rolled us over and put my ankles over his shoulders and plowed into me as if he was trying to come out of my throat. It was one orgasm after another until he came inside me.” Patty raised her eyebrows, again. Olivia smiled knowingly, “It took me a while to recover after that but he had me lick his cock clean.” Olivia looked directly at her daughter, “I’ve never done anything like that. What an interesting taste … our mixed juices … good, though. I think I like it.” She blushed, again. “Then he took me into the shower. He pushed me to my knees under the water and I sucked him hard. He fucked me pressed up against the wall with the water spraying down on us.” She looked at her daughter with more showing in her eyes. “As we both came in the shower, he said … he said he has friends … friends who would also like a mature woman.” Olivia leaned forward toward her daughter, “Have you … I mean … yea, have you been with his friends, too?” Patty nodded with a very knowing smile.
After that, when Harold returned for the weekend, Olivia was as nervous as a stray cat who wandered into their backyard with Blackie outside. But nothing happened. He was as oblivious as always about her. He never indicated a desire to have sex and went about his affairs as if downloading his previous week into reports and assignments for others at the offices and preparing for the next week’s trip was all that was important. In between, he played a round of golf with his buddies and she had the opportunity to have Blackie mount her, which she had proudly reported to Patty via a text. Her life was very different now and she found herself distracted around Harold wondering what the coming week might hold for her, though Harold seemed completely unaware.
The question of what might come next was answered when Patty called on Monday. Olivia was distracted. She had intended to be cleaning her bathroom and had gotten halfway done when her mind went to being fucked by that monster cock in the shower. She had been stroking her pussy sitting in the shower when she heard her phone chime. She scrambled out of the bathroom and managed to answer it before going to voice mail. As she picked the phone up, prepared to swipe it active, she saw it was her daughter.
“Hi, honey.”
“Hi, mom. What were you doing? I thought this was going to voice mail … mom, what WERE you doing?”
Not that Patty could see, but Olivia blushed. Was she going to admit it? Could she admit it? Patty pushed. “I was cleaning the shower … I … I started thinking … remembering … Otis … I was stroking myself …” She heard Patty chuckle. “Oh God … what’s happening to me? I let a man I didn’t even know fuck me … repeatedly. I can’t stop thinking about how he felt, honey.”
Patty laughed at her mom’s bewilderment. “I know, mom. I know. It’s exciting, though, isn’t it?”
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