“Oh my God, Ken!” she exclaimed, both of us now breathing rapidly. I began to squeeze her tits as we made out, and she stroked my dick, her hands barely wrapping around it. I turned on the shower again, and we stepped under it, allowing the warm water to run down our bodies.
Her tits looked spectacular as droplets fell from them. I began to suck her nipples and she ran her hand through my hair.
“Oh, Ken… I’ve never been with another man…” she confessed. “I want to know what it feels like to… be fucked… by such a big dick! I… need to know!”
I couldn’t help but grin.
“Suck it.”
She immediately sunk to her knees, still stroking my tool as she brought it to her mouth. I groaned as her tongue touched the sensitive head, and she began to tease it. Her hand cupped my balls, massaging them.
“Jesus… even your balls are so… big!”
For a woman who had only had one lover, her technique was pretty damn impressive! She paid extra attention to the sensitive underside of the head. Her hands caressed my balls or pumped my shaft throughout. She deepthroated me, using her swallow to squeeze the head of my cock.
It felt like heaven.
After a few minutes, I told her to stand up, and I turned her to face the shower pane. With one hand on her back, I eased her forward until her giant breasts were pressed firmly against the cool glass. She spread her legs wider for me, and gripping my shaft, I rubbed the head of my dick against her pussy.
“… You sure you want this?” I asked, enjoying teasing her in her state of intense arousal.
“Oh God, please Ken! I need it!”
I pushed my dick inside her and she gasped, unable to breathe as her pussy was filled for the first time.
“OHHHHHHH!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” she moaned. I had never thought I would hear this woman swear, let alone be fucking her raw in her shower.
I began to rail her wet pussy, and she pressed her two hands against the shower glass to maintain balance.
“OH, GOOD GOD KEN! YOUR COCK IS FILLING MY PUSSY!… OH FUCK!!! FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!”
I grabbed her hair and yanked it slightly, controlling her as I plowed her from behind. She cried out, her face the picture of sexual bliss.
Soon she wasn’t making any noise, almost her entire body tensed as the most powerful orgasm of her life overcame her.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in awe. She looked like she was having a spiritual awakening.
“FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!! I’M… CUMMINGGGGG!!!”
I gritted my teeth and pulled her hair sharply once more. With one hand, I reached around, cupping and squeezing one of her big tits while she climaxed.
Feeling my own orgasm approach, I told her to grab her ankles, and she did so. I banged her silly as my balls slapped against her. We must have sounded like wild beasts as we fucked, grunting as I pulled her back onto my meat.
“OH FUUUUUUCK!” she groaned once more. “CUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!”
That was it.
I came too, my cock spurting inside the fourth pussy that day. My balls fired my load deep into her, both of us lost in carnal delirium.
We slowly regained ourselves, but instinctively knew we both wanted more.
She led me by the hand to her bedroom, and still wet from the shower, she pushed me back onto her marital bed.
“I need to record this…” she said with a sudden tone of dominance.
“Sure,” I replied with a grin. She turned her phone on, set it to record, and propped it up on the bedside table, before climbing on top of me. Gripping my pole, she eased herself onto it, a look of pure contentment on her face. Slowly, she began to rock on my dick, her pussy still full of my cum. She purred with satisfaction.
I just watched her giant tits bounce as she found her rhythm. They slapped together, only inches from my mouth. I grabbed her ass, squeezing and spanking her, encouraging her to fuck me as hard as she wanted.
She came again soon after. This time, I pulled her close to me, sticking my tongue in her mouth as I took over, holding her in place while I thrust my tool into her. I pushed my fingertip into her ass a little, and she cried out. Her tits were mashed against my chest, and it looked unbelievably fucking hot.
I came too, firing what felt like another quart of cum into my hot, bitchy next-door neighbor.
After we came, she fell off me and we lay side by side. Her hand snaked out to hold mine.
“Oh. My. God!” she whispered. “That was… I didn’t know sex could be like that!”
The poor woman.
It explained a lot.
“I’ve never… cum… before,” she said, sheepishly.
“With a guy?”
“No… I mean… ever.”
Goddamn! I thought she was probably prudish, but I hadn’t expected that!
I felt genuinely glad to have given her that gift.
She turned to me, and we kissed softly, affectionately. Gone was the scowl etched onto her face. Now she wore a content, peaceful expression.
I looked at the clock. It was 7:02…
Like Rocky Balboa, my cock just refused to stay down. Tina’s eyes went wide as she watched it stiffen once more.
“Oh my…”
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When I entered our kitchen later that evening, my Mom was bent over in front of the oven, her round ass naturally drawing my eye. I looked away immediately.
Don’t worry, pal. No judgment here!…
SHUT THE HELL UP!
Once again, Modeus’s laughter echoed in my head.
“Hey Mom,” I said. “How was your day?” I opened the fridge and began to take out bread and ham for a sandwich… or two.
Suffice it to say, I was fucking starving.
“Hi sweetie,” she answered before standing and turning to face me. “Oh, you know. The usual. Lost one of our patients today… Lovely woman… from Maine, I think. 93. Family didn’t visit her once!”
Working in a Geriatric clinic inevitably brings tough days.
“Oh. that’s too bad…” I said, hoping I sounded convincing. I could only muster so much sympathy for someone I’d never met. “Is there anything you need? I could make us dinner if you want?”
“No, no, but thank you, dear. Think I’ll run a bath, try wash the day off.”
“OK, Mom.”
Her eyes went large when she saw the two heaped sandwiches I had made.
“Jeez Ken! Did you run a marathon or something?”
“Or something.” I chuckled and went to my room.
Sitting at my desk, I opened my laptop and turned on some standup comedy for background noise. I took a large bite of my sandwich. I heard the sound of the faucet running in the bathroom down the hall. Chewing on the second bite, I suddenly began to feel a little woozy.
Goddamnit…
I was looking forward to that sandw…
When I came to, I found I was sitting in the same chair, though the plate before me was empty. I checked the clock on my laptop.
10:17. An hour had passed.
What the hell, Mo? I was looking forward to that!
Sorry, Ken…
Sometimes… I can’t help myself.
I rolled my eyes.
I guess I couldn’t be too angry at the ethereal bestower of my new sexual omnipotence.
Despite eating two sandwiches, I somehow found I was still quite hungry. I scooped up my phone and ordered Thai takeout.
I noticed over 50 messages from a dozen girls I had fucked in the last week. Almost all were asking me if they could see me as soon as possible. Some of the more cunning ones sent videos of themselves, sucking dildos or having their pussies eaten by another girl.
Anything to get my attention.
I saw that the last message was from Mrs. Durant. It was the video clip of us fucking.
NEED THIS AGAIN ASAP
Not gonna lie… I fucking loved the power I had.
For once, though, I surprisingly didn’t feel the urge to respond to any of them. Maybe I had finally gotten enough sex for one day!
Life is fucking good! I thought, with a smile.
After eating the takeout and feeling pretty tired from the day’s exertions, I decided to go to my room, finish an essay I was working on, and have an early night.
Sometime later when I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I found the floor covered in water. Mom had also forgotten to let the water out of the bath. Using a towel from the hamper, I soaked up most of it. Before I left, I also let the water out of the bath.
It wasn’t like her to be so careless…
Rising from my chair, I brought my plate down to the kitchen. As I walked past my Mom’s room, I saw that she was asleep on her bed and snoring softly. The duvet was slightly off her shoulders, so I stepped inside the darkened room to cover her.
I noticed in the glow of the light spilling in from the hall my mother’s flawless Japanese skin, her model facial features, pouting lips, and her long silken black hair. Though I would never admit it to another soul, to me she was exquisitely beautiful.
For once, her face had a content, peaceful expression.
With some surprise, I realized that she had no nightgown on. Averting my eyes as I lifted the duvet, I felt a wet spot on the fabric. The mattress sheet was damp too. She had most likely gotten straight into bed after her bath.
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