This happened during my first year of college, when I went home for summer break. On the third day I was back, I started looking for a job. My only other option was hanging around the house all day, and I was sick of being alone. The only alternative to jerking off by myself every night was to go out and maybe run into some girls from my old high school and see if anything happened.
After spending most of the day downtown, checking the want ads in the paper and making a few calls, I headed home. “Is that you, Steve?” my mother called from the dining room as I walked in.
“Yeah, Mom.”
“Did you find a job, honey?”
“No, Mom.”
“Someone called, and I arranged a job for you,” she said, laughing.
“Huh? Who?”
“Mrs. Harper, someone I know, called. I told her you were looking for something to do this summer, and she said she had something for you at her house.”
Mrs. Harper was the mother of my best friend Brian. Brian had gone off to the military academy and was spending the entire summer on field training. I figured she probably needed someone to take his place—mow the lawn, clean the gutters, that kind of thing. If my mother had had any idea what Mrs. Harper actually had in store for me, I wonder if she would have sounded so cheerful when she told me the news.
I was supposed to show up at the Harper house the next morning at ten. I arrived the next day, rang the bell, and heard her call out, “The door’s open, come on in, Steve.” She was sitting on one of the sofas in their large living room. When she looked up at me, I saw something in her bright blue eyes that made me pause. It was as if I’d fallen under a hypnotic spell. Until then I’d only known her as my best friend’s mother, but today something was clearly different. Suddenly it no longer felt like I’d just dropped by to shoot hoops with Brian in the driveway or anything like that.
“Hello, Mrs. Harper.”
“Hello, Steve,” she said very quietly.
I’d always found Brian’s mother attractive, even pretty, but for some reason this afternoon she was downright stunning. Her silky, straight blonde hair, cut to her shoulders, was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her pearl earrings. She seemed a bit overdressed for so early in the morning, wearing a daring sleeveless black mini-dress with a halter neck and a deep V-neckline. Her slender legs were crossed, and she had on gorgeous high heels.
The front of her dress was cut low, revealing a generous amount of her breasts. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra; I could see her hard nipples through the fabric. Of course I’d noticed her breasts before, but honestly I’d never realized how well-endowed she was. I estimated her cup size at least a 36D. She had her left elbow resting on the back of the sofa, a thick gold tennis bracelet hanging from her wrist, and the impressive diamonds of her wedding rings clearly visible.
“Uh, what can I do for you, Mrs. Harper?” I asked.
“Well, why don’t you sit down for a minute before we start?” she said, pointing to the sofa, but I chose one of the big, comfortable armchairs right next to her.
“Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Something else?”
I said, “Uh, a soda would be fine.”
When she stood up to get me a soda, she leaned forward, giving me another fantastic view of her breasts. When she came back with my drink, my eyes went straight to her chest again. I couldn’t help noticing how much her breasts bounced as she walked across the room. They seemed to have a life of their own, swinging from side to side, and they were clearly firm. I also saw the six-inch slit up the side of her dress.
When she sat down, her hand somehow ended up on my forearm. I was fascinated by the view down the deep V-neck of her dress. If she could have felt my pulse, she would have felt my heart racing.
“Uh, what kind of work do you need me to do, Mrs. Harper?”
She smiled mysteriously for a moment, then got straight to the point: “Oh, I didn’t have you come over so you could work for me, Steve. I had you come over so you could fuck me properly.”
I blushed when I heard what she so casually said. She continued, “My husband’s gone during the day, Brian’s busy with his summer cadet program at the academy, so I’m here all alone. Well, I thought to myself, all those other women have affairs with younger lovers, don’t they? Why shouldn’t I have one too? It’s not like my husband hasn’t had young women or girls,” she went on. “Oh, I know all about it. A woman always knows about those things. I put up with it,” she said with a shrug, “because he has such a good job that keeps me from wanting for anything financially.” She gestured toward the luxurious house and the beautifully furnished room. I was still sitting there frozen in the chair. She leaned back, her hands on mine, as if she were giving me advice or something.
“Think about it carefully, Steve. Do you realize how much more experience an older woman like me has? You can take full advantage of that experience, and when the school year starts again, you can teach all your college girlfriends and impress them with your advanced skills in bed—how to make someone enjoy that nice cock of yours when you’re fucking them.”
“I… uh… I…” I simply didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t said a word too many, though.
“Well, may I see your cock?” she asked directly, placing her hand right on my stiff dick that was already trying to escape my pants.
“Oh, what do we have here?” she asked excitedly, gripping my cock through my clothes. My thoughts were racing a thousand miles an hour, and I was flooded with a whirlwind of pure lust, feelings, and emotions. This was Brian’s mother, for starters. On the other hand, she was drop-dead gorgeous and incredibly attractive. She was practically throwing herself at me, offering herself on a silver platter. What she was suggesting so bluntly made my head spin with the possibilities. She leaned forward so her breasts were right in front of my face, squeezed my erection, then put her other hand around my head as if she were running her fingers through my hair, and pulled my face straight into the cleavage between her breasts.
Her breasts were so big, so round, so full, and they moved freely under the loose front of her deeply cut dress. My hands went to her waist as I enjoyed the feel of her full breasts against my face. Then I felt her open my fly. I felt the coolness of her hand on the hot skin of my hard, hot cock. When she pulled it out, we both leaned back. There it was, my bold cock—with a big purple head, thick shaft and all—standing straight up, exposed to the bright daylight of the room.
Now it was her turn to get even more turned on. I could see it on her face, in her eyes. Her left hand went to her breast as if she had heart palpitations, while her right hand gently stroked and caressed my stiff cock.
“Oh my , Steve, you have such a beautiful, big cock! And that thick purple head—amazing!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harper.” I didn’t know what else to say, because I’d never received a compliment about my cock before, and certainly not from my best friend’s mother!
“And it’s so… so… big! What a wonderfully beautiful cock you have, Steve.”
There we sat, side by side in the well-lit living room, where the bright morning light streamed in through the double French doors to the patio. My best friend’s mother was slowly stroking my cock. The diamonds of her wedding-ring set caught the sunbeams and sparkled as her fingers gently caressed my dick.
“May I…?” she asked. “I want to suck your cock!”
Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Harper leaned forward and placed her ruby-red lips on the tip of my cock. I felt her wet tongue swirl around the thick veined head.
She started with some seductive lip and tongue play, looking at me lustfully while she slid her tongue over my entire cock. She rubbed the shaft against her face, enjoying the heat of my cock on her cheeks as she pressed it against her skin. Then she began nibbling around that secret spot right at the base, on the underside. She nibbled and licked her way up the shaft until she reached the head. She tickled and teased the ridge of my cockhead very gently with her lips and teeth while she licked the tip, the sensitive slit. She repeated this seductive lip-and-tongue motion, sliding her tongue over my entire cock at least three times. Back at the head, she opened her mouth wide and took my cock all the way in, swallowing my full length, then slowly released it from her mouth.
She did this a few times, making my cock nice and slick with saliva. Then she formed a circle with her index finger and thumb around my cock and began the classic milking motion, stroking my cock while moving it up and down in her mouth as she sucked me. Her red lips formed a ring around my dick. At this stage she licked my cock all around the head, producing plenty of spit as lubricant, while she slowly, gently, but very deliberately started jerking me off in her mouth.
While she did this, she continued to tease me very gently with her lips and tongue along the ridge of my cockhead, letting her teeth glide over every contour and ridge of my dick, and enveloping my hard cock with her warm, wet mouth as she began to hum softly. Mmmm… The cum started to boil in my balls.
“Are you going to come soon?” she asked after what seemed like an eternity of slurping.
“In a minute,” I whispered excitedly.
“Come for me, Steve,” she whispered urgently between mouthfuls of my cock. “Come for me. Are you going to come nice and hard for me?”
Hearing these dirty, perverse words from the mouth of this proper woman had a huge effect on me. Knowing my moment was near and that I was about to come in her mouth, I pulled my cock out of her mouth because I couldn’t imagine she would accept me finishing in her mouth.
“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered excitedly as she jerked me off and let my cum spray onto her wide-open lips and tongue. “You can come in my mouth.”
My cock couldn’t take much more. I felt the heat of glowing-hot cum rising in the head.
Then a hot jet of cum shot out of my cockhead, hitting her chin and dripping over her hand as she stroked me. My second load came out with such force that it splashed under her lips as I came. The third load landed between her huge breasts. Another load followed quickly; I watched the blob of jizz I had shot onto her full red lips slide down her chin and then drip onto her heaving chest.
“Mmmmm,” she said lustfully as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. After this crude gesture she inspected the amount of cum on the back of her hand. To my amazement she then licked the entire blob of cum up.
Her other hand was still on my softening cock, and there was cum everywhere. She looked at her work, then leaned forward and started licking my shaft, cleaning my cock completely. When she finished that task she looked at me as if thinking, and rolled my cum around in her mouth. When she finally swallowed my load in one gulp, she looked me in the eyes lustfully and said, “You should eat more oranges.”
After everything that had happened, she told me to come by again on Thursday around ten. So Thursday morning arrived and I was hanging around excited and horny. I looked out the window and what did I see? Emily Parker, the neighbors’ daughter, was outside mowing the grass in a halter top and tight short denim shorts. She had an enormous pair of tits for her age, and every time she walked by with those big breasts of hers, a little fantasy played in my head: Please, just give me five minutes with those tits, that’s all I ask. Just let me bury myself in those amazing big breasts and do what I’ve always wanted, and finally get to enjoy them. A little touching is all I ask. Please just let me cuddle those breasts a little, and from then on I’ll be good and enjoy whatever I can get for the rest of my life. Just a little touching, maybe a hug, maybe I can even fuck her, let me fuck those tits!
But of course none of that was ever going to happen, so instead I grabbed my keys off the counter and drove over to Mrs. Harper’s. Just like the first time, when I rang the bell the door was open and I already heard her calling, “The door’s already open, come on in, Steve.” I went inside, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“I’m back here, Steve. Further down the hall,” I heard her say.
At the end of the hall was the bedroom she shared with her husband. I knew that room from the times Brian and I used to hang out at their place. I walked down the hallway. The door to her bedroom was open. She was standing with her back to me. She stood in front of her large mirror, wearing only a black bra that was far too small to cover her full breasts—her hard nipples peeked out over the cups—a garter belt, and a pair of shiny black nylon stockings. On her feet a pair of stiletto heels. Her blonde hair was up, but the first thing that caught my attention were the fine golden hairs on the back of her neck. My gaze then slid from the clasp at the back of her bra down along her back. Between her black bra and the tops of her stockings she was completely naked.
She turned back and forth, looking at her reflection over the top of her reading glasses.
“I had my pussy waxed, baby. Do you like it? Or should I say, do you find it sexy?” From her clit down she was completely bare.
“Uh, yeah. I think it’s awesome!”
“These days a lot of girls have all their pubic hair waxed or shaved off, but I really like this. What do you think, baby?” She put her hands on her hips and turned to look at her ass. “What do you think of my ass, baby? Isn’t it too fat?”
“Uh, no, Mrs. Harper, you have a nice… uh… ass…” I couldn’t believe I was talking to my best friend’s mother about her pussy and her ass.
“Are you sure my ass isn’t fat?”
“Uh, no, Mrs. Harper, you really have a beautiful ass. Your butt is, uh, very nice.” I wasn’t just saying it as a compliment—she really did have a tight ass. She turned around, her bright blue eyes having an almost hypnotic power as she looked at me over the top of her reading glasses.
“I can’t believe you’ve been here five minutes already staring at my bare ass…”
Oh no, I thought, I did something wrong.
“…and you still have your clothes on…”
I undressed. My cock was already hard. It stuck straight out in front of me like a wooden rod. She knelt in front of me, put her arms behind my back, and took my hard, hot cock all the way into her wet mouth. I had to put my hands on her head to keep my balance, being careful not to mess up her hair.
“MM…” she moaned as she sucked me, and then, after a short pause, “, I’ve missed your cock.” Her mouth was wet and slimy on my dick.
Saliva dripped from her lips and ran down my shaft. I looked down as she took my cock into her mouth again and saw the diamonds on her wedding ring sparkle as her hand moved up and down on my cock. She looked up while she sucked me, and that added an extra dimension of personal intimacy; as if, instead of me just getting a blowjob, she was sucking my cock, and by looking me in the eyes while she did it she was acknowledging the act. Oh yes, her eyes told me, I’m sucking your cock. I’m your best friend’s mother, I’m forty-five years old, I’m a married woman, and I’m kneeling in front of you with your cock in my married mouth.
“Ooohh…” I shuddered and gasped as I enjoyed the sight of her red-painted lips on my cock, enveloped by the silky, wet velvet of her mouth. The sight of her manicured hand wrapping around my cock, pulling it up and down and into her mouth, almost brought me to orgasm. Just as abruptly as she had started, she let my cock slip from her mouth. She held it in front of her like a microphone, the throbbing tip of my cock only inches from her lips, looked me in the eyes and simply said, “Fuck me now.”
Without letting go of my cock, she stood up and led me by my dick through the room to her king-size bed. Their bed. The bed she shared with her husband. I was going to fuck her on the same bed where she fucked her husband. We lay down on the bed. When I got on top of her, between her legs, another shift took place. Suddenly I was no longer the one receiving oral sex; we were face to face, embracing, and the swollen head of my cock was pressing right against her outer lips. The pussy lips of my best friend’s mother.
“Uh, Mrs. Harper…” I began to say.
“It’s fine if you call me Linda, Steve.”
“Okay, uh, Linda… I think I need to ask you something…”
“What is it, Steve?” she said as she spread her pussy lips for me.
“Uh, I need to ask you something… are you… should I…?”
“Please don’t come in my pussy, Steve.”
“Okay, thanks, that’s exactly what I wanted to ask.”
“Now shut up and fuck me!”
“Uh!” I groaned as I pushed the thick head of my cock against her pussy lips, and then “Uh… UH… UHHHH-!-!-!” as I slid into her wet cunt.
Surprisingly tight for an older woman—I assumed she hadn’t had a cock in her pussy for a while. I had no idea how wrong I was with that assumption; far from being a “born-again virgin,” the tightness of her pussy was the result of her disciplined Kegel exercises. And then we were fucking. Face to face, with her hands on my chest, I had two handfuls of her middle-aged ass while I drove my cock into her married cunt.
She moaned and sighed with pleasure, rocking her hips under me, and fucked me like a woman possessed. Feeling I was about to come, I pulled out. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and started jerking me off.
“Come for me, Steve. Let that big, thick cock of yours come all over me!” she urged, her beautiful blue eyes laughing at me lustfully. A typical model’s face with a mouth like a twenty-euro whore. I looked down. While she held my cock in her left hand, it seemed like her rings were staring me right in the face.
“Come on, Steve. Come. Come for me! Shoot your cum all over me!”
She continued: “Everywhere on me! I’m a dirty… fucking… cheating… whore, Steve! Treat me like a whore! Fuck me the way my husband used to fuck me, Steve! The way he still fucks his little whores!”
“Come on me, Steve! I need your cum so badly!” she hissed urgently.
My poor cock couldn’t hold out any longer and I came on her. Cum shot out of my cock and splashed against her chin, covering her lips and left cheek. A streak of cum ran all the way from her belly up to her left breast. My third load landed right between her huge breasts. I looked up just in time to see that second load slide down her full pink lips, over her chin, and drip onto her sweaty, heaving breasts.
“Oh my , you’re so good, Steve. Where did you learn to fuck like that? Somewhere in my head I lost my eyeballs, and my skull exploded about four times.” When I looked into her eyes I saw a satisfied expression. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled and she smiled broadly.
“Geez, I love that,” she laughed as she wiped the cum from her face and breasts and licked it off her fingers. “There’s nothing better than getting a load of warm cum all over me.” She looked me straight in the eyes as she brought her left hand to her mouth and licked my thick, sticky cum off her wedding and engagement rings. Then she spoke again.
“From now on I want to be your slut, Steve. I want you to fuck me whenever you want, anytime, anywhere. You only have to ask. And from now on you can come in my pussy too.”
