A literotic sexstory: Mrs Byrne by Jayokegbe ,
Jay is off school, he has to go to Mr Byrnes but he get more than he bargained for
I was so naive that I thought I discovered this new past time myself, I thought I was the only one who did it and didn’t want to be caught as I had no way to explain what I was doing.
Ms White was old, but then at my age everyone older, was OLD. She always wore tight black skirts and a white top, and she always had one too many buttons opened.
When she bent down at your desk to check your answers, her full rack was on show.
She knew that all the boys stared at her, she even knew that some of the girls lusted after her too.
I am sure she loved the thought of all these young boys banging away at their cocks every night and every morning thinking of her.
Sometimes when I would get home from school, I would go to me room, get into bed and pull my cock thinking of Ms White.
My mom would ask if I was ok? But I would just tell her I was tired because of a busy day, but the truth was I was playing with my cock.
I would fantasies about things like Ms White keeping me in for detention, or Ms White giving me a lift home the long way, or Ms White asking me to go to her house to fix something, in all the story lines we would end up in bed, on her sofa, on her desk in class or on her back seat fucking me.
She must have made oceans of cum flow down plug holes or in beds, from all the guys wanking to visions of her through the years.
Everything about her screamed sex to a young boy like me, her perfume was sexy, her legs, her shoes, everything about her was sexy.
Obviously the lads in class never spoke to each other about what we did and like I said earlier, I thought I invited the art of wanking, I never even knew it had a name or a title, but when you are a boy it is the most enjoyable thing to do.
I finished off just as my mom walked into the room.
“Mom…. you really have to start knocking on the door”
“Why? What would you be doing?” She asked trying to embarrass me.
“The school just called, you are off today, so no need to be getting up, but when you are up, I need you to cut that grass”
Oh fuck, I thought to myself, the lawnmower is still over in Mr Byrnes house. I wasn’t planning to visit him today.
Every time he sees me he wants to pull down my trousers and fuck my ass, yes he pays me and I made good money from him and is pal, but I really needed to give my ass time to heal after the last hammering it got from Mr Byrne and his friend, plus my mouth was sore and the only taste I had on my mouth was their cum and piss.
Mom smiled and said ” see you later love, have a great exciting day, bye for now”
I heard her about to close the front door when she screamed up to me “don’t forget that back grass son”
Then “bang” as the front door closed.
Chapter two:
I knew there was a key to the back door of Byrne’s house, so I could get into the house without having to alert or wake him, but then the mower could be in the shed and I don’t know if it is locked or where the fucken key is?.
“Fuck it, let me pull my cock again” I thought to myself, “I will deal with the lawnmower later”
Masturbation is a great problem solver, you just drift into another world and think about who you would love to fuck.
I enjoyed wanking thinking about Ms White the most, sometimes the girls in my class and never about the boys, but the thought of having to go to old Byrnes house was getting in the way of me cumming again.
“Fuck this I better get up”, I said to myself”.
I got up, had a bath, tried to wank again but Byrne kept spoiling it, gave up, got out, still horny, got dressed and had breakfast.
Byrne was always horny and always fucking, and it was always men or boys that he fucked, never saw him even kiss his wife or even hold her hand.
Now I am horny and if he sees me he will want me to bend over or suck his cock, I wonder if he would suck my cock?
Sometimes when I suck him off or when he is finished fucking me he falls asleep and I am left with a big Bonner with nothing to do with it and when he wakes again he is usually hard again and he fucks me again or i have to suck him off, AGAIN, but I only cum if I wank myself.
I often thought about fucking his ass when he was asleep or even doing his dog.
Chapter 3:
I left my house and walked the five minutes that it took to get to Byrne’s place. I went to the house, there was no car in the drive, “Gift” I thought to myself.
Mrs Byrne is out working and he must be out too.
The thought went through my head that he never seemed to go to work, which seemed strange. I know my grandad was retired but old Byrne was not as old as grandad.
I went round the back, I could hear the fucken dog bark, then the blinds opened and I was caught, but thank God it was Mrs Byrne and not Mr Byrne.
She banged on the window, she didn’t realise that it was me.
I waved back at her innocently, she opened the window and let out a roar, “Get out of my garden or I will call the police”
“It’s me Mrs Byrne” I said walking towards her.
“Stay back, I have a guard dog” she shouted again
“The daft woman doesn’t recognize me”, I said to myself.
It’s me “it’s me Mrs Byrne” I said again with a smile ” It’s Jay, Mrs Byrne”
“Oh love I am terribly sorry, without my glasses I am as blind as a bat, sorry for shouting”
I got to the window, “it’s cool Mrs Byrne, I didn’t knock because I thought you and Mr Byrne were at work”
“I am off today, problem at the school, and that’s probably why you are off too”
“Ye ye mom got a call this morning, I have to cut the grass back at my place, mom’s orders, so I needed to get lawn mower”
“Great, but while mom’s orders are mom’s orders, listen while you are here could you do something for me?”
“Ye, what?”
She was in a robe, which didn’t close properly over her massive tits, I could see her cleavage and it was like Mrs Whites, “I will be pulling my cock thinking of fucking Mrs Byrne tonight” I said in my subconscious.
I never really took much notice, I was always too embarrassed to engage with her, I mean I generally had just been fucked by her husband or he had just cum in my mouth, I could hardly sit down and start putting to world to rights with the wife of the man who had just raped me.
The most I got was a smile, she shook my hand and usually gave me £20 and sometimes she would say “thank you” and sometimes she would say “thank you son, you do things for him that I wouldn’t” which always left me baffled.
But wow she had a mega set of boobs on her and the dog seemed to trail her all the time. Never remember seeing so much of the dog when I was there with Mr Byrne, obviously she is the dog lover.
I went into the house, “what do you need doing Mrs Byrne?”
“Come in and sit, do you want anything to eat or drink?” She asked.
I could see she was enjoying her day off, she had a bottle of wine, half empty and a glass which she grabbed hold of as soon as she sat down and she swallowed in one gulp before she went for another.
“How is your mom? She is a lovely lady, we don’t get to see much of each other”
“She is good, she is at work”
“She is a marvelous woman, raising you up single handedly, did she ever tell you that I use to baby sit her when she was you age and younger?”
“No Mrs Byrne, she never mentioned that”
I was standing there in from of Mrs Byrne when she motioned to me to sit.
I sat across from her, my glaze fixated on her boobs, the dog was still in the room, walking around in circles like a caged mental animal.
“What time is mommy due home from work?”
“6, 7,or 8ish, it’s hard to know with mom, sometimes she goes out after”
Mrs Byrne just looked at me without saying a word. There was a few minutes of silence when she broke it with “so you like my husband?”
“Huh?”
“You fuck my husband, you must like him!”
I was shocked, I didn’t know that she she knew, I was lost for words. The work Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck, raced through my head, quickly followed by, how the fuck do I get out of here.
“Well?” She asked pouring another glass of crisp white wine at 10:30 in the morning
“Well what?” I fired back
“Do you like my husband, or do you just let him fuck you for the money? … You don’t appear to me to be a queer boy, I would suggest that you have a few girls chasing you, but you probably are not aware of that just yet…”
She took a sip from her glass and reflected on how her words effected me.
“I only do it for money, the first time he raped me, but all the other times I came because I needed the money”
She rimed the top of her glass with her tongue, if I was older at the time I would have suggested that she was teasing me but at this age I didn’t know what she was doing.
“Come” she said as she patted the sofa beside her, “come sit beside me”
I thought about it for a few seconds and pulled myself up as if the change of chairs was going to take the greatest of efforts to get up.
I walked the few feet to her and sat down beside her. She looked at me and held out an empty glass, I took it and she filled it with wine.
“Have a taste”
I did, it was ok, never tasted it before. I didn’t sip it, I gulped it down and she refilled it and then I gulped it down again, she filled it again but this time she said, slow down baby boy, just sip it.
So I did and as I sipped it I felt her hand on my leg. Then her head resting on my shoulder as she placed my free hand into her robe and on to her very big hard firm boob, she held my wrist as she moved my hand around her boob and nipples guiding me around her boobs.
I went to slug more wine and again she whispered in my ear “slow down, slow down baby boy….. I don’t want you to be drunk”
I sipped the wine as I felt her boob, my heart was beating, racing, like never before. My hands were sweating, my legs shaking and my cock was bulging and growing at a fast pace.
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