“Motherfucker…!”
“Tom?” The woman said, rising from the water. Her voice was both excited and unbelieving. “My God, I…” She stopped.
I put my eyes back in my head, eventually, and responded, but she was gorgeous, I mean, for an older woman. “No, I’m Jason. I‘m… looking for Elizabeth.”
She looked confused for a second, then smiled slowly. “Of course you are, Jason. I’m Kathryn, Lizzie’s mom, from back east. Sorry if I blanked out there for a moment. You look a lot like…. a boy I used to know….when I was young.” She shook her head. “The resemblance is… uncanny.”
“Well, come inside and have a cold drink.” She turned and walked inside, holding the door for me. She caught me watching her legs, I’m pretty sure. I couldn’t help it; they’re pretty trim, and the white suit cover really set off her tan. Wow. I never knew Liz’s mom was that hot; I mean Liz said she was pretty, but I never knew she meant movie-star hot. She went to the fridge and handed me a beer without asking what I wanted.
“Sorry,” I said. “I just come around to the pool to wait when Liz isn’t home yet,” I said, taking the beer from her, although what I really wanted was a Pepsi. I didn’t know Lizzie’s dad drank, or her stepmom. They’d certainly never offered me one, probably because I’m underage.
“No problem,” she smiled. “I’m the one who doesn’t belong here; I just let myself in, thinking I‘d have a swim. I know where her dad still keeps the keys; he hasn’t changed that since we were married.”
I was having trouble seeing her ever having been married to Lizzie’s plain old schlumpy, pudgy dad. “Well, don’t let me interrupt your swim,” I said.
“Wanna come with?” she said softly. “Liz’ll be awhile. She just called…”
“Oh… well…I could leave and come back then…” I said. Just then my cell buzzed. Text from Liz. “Hang out an hour or so if you can, babe. Mom’s on her way and I don’t think she has a key.”
I showed her the message. She laughed. “Come on, J, let’s take a dip. You look kind of…like maybe you could maybe use a dip.”
“Well, yeah, I’m sweaty, I guess. I worked all day in the field, topping corn. Should I shower first…?”
“Nah,” she shrugged. “This is the midwest, not Hollywood.” She took a beer herself and led the way back out. As she walked through the arch, she slipped off the swimsuit cover and that orange-cream behind leapt out at me.
“Yeah,” she said, catching me looking at her ass. “It’s the same as Lizzie’s. I bought it for her.”
It looked good on Lizzie, but on her mom? Wowsers. I decided suddenly that maybe a swim wasn’t a good idea. “Ummm… Mrs…” I stopped, not remembering her name.
She laughed. “Call me Kath. Mrs. Nothing.”
“Kath… I shouldn’t swim. These aren’t exactly swim shorts. “ Gym sweats, cut off.
“It’s okay. They look kind of hot on you.” She took my hand and chugged her beer. “Ready for another?”
“I shouldn’t,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I’m not one of *those* moms,” she said, smiling.
No, she wasn’t. I killed it. “Sure.”
She went in and came back in with the rest of the six, popped my cap, and drank some of hers, walked to the pool and stuck her toe in. “Wow. Nice. Nebraska weather.”
She set down her beer and did a quick sideways dive off the deck into the deep end.
God, she looked great doing it. I felt my shorts tighten, walked to the shallow end, waded in.
“Looks like you like the water.” Her throaty voice came from my elbow where she surfaced suddenly after a fast crawl across the length. She looked frankly at my crotch.
Raised an eyebrow. Winked. I looked down at myself, and what I saw made me choke on my beer.
I stammered something apologetic, and blundered away, out of the pool toward the towels.
“Jason,” she said softly in my ear, her hands on my hips. “Stop.” She took the towel and draped it around my waist, hiding my erection. “Better?”
I gulped, nodded. Filled my mouth with beer, since I had nothing to say.
“I think you should come into the kitchen with me,” she said softly.
I followed, watching her pert butt twitch under the orange, wet and creamy. My Willie came back up immediately. It had been a rough month with Lizzie, who would not touch me for fear we would inadvertently “go all the way.”
“Kath…” I said.
“Shhhhh…” she turned, stopping me with a finger to my lips. She pulled the towel from my waist, and looked fondly at my cock, pointing from my sweats. She took the bulge in her hand. “Nice, Jason. My daughter is a lucky girl.”
“We don’t… she…” I stopped.
She looked me appraisingly in the eye. Pulled the string on her top, which fell to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts. They were way too big for her slim body, obviously enhanced, but God, I didn’t care.
She pulled my shorts down and took my cock in her strong fingers. “Jason, I think you should just let me handle this,” she said. “You remember I told you you reminded me of someone?” I nodded.
“He was my boyfriend all through the 10th and 11th grade. I never… gave him any.” She looked me in the eye. “Never… fucked him.” She licked her lips. “I gave it to the next boyfriend. He didn’t really deserve it, but he was … more aggressive. Tom was too shy, too polite. I’ve always regretted it. So I want you to be Tom for me, now, for an hour.”
“But…” I gulped.
“..you love my daughter. I know. She’s who you want. But for now, I want you, and it will be good practice. Just do me, and forget I’m her mom. Fuck me.” My ears began to buzz, and I felt my breath speed up. “And when it’s done, go back to your life, and to Liz, and forget this. We’ll never speak of it again.”
“Wow,” she said huskily. “Very nice, Tom, is that for me?” She sank to her knees. “God, I love your cock,” she said as she took me into her mouth.
It felt amazing. I had no idea. I couldn’t help it; I started to move, pushing my stiff cock into her hot wet mouth, like it was Lizzie’s pussy.
She laughed softly and sucked harder, took me in deeper, working me with her hand like she knew how it worked. “I need you to fuck me, Tom,” she said and took me deep again, real deep. All of a sudden, I knew it. I was going to blow it. In her mouth. I couldn’t help it. “Kath,” I panted. “I…”
“It’s okay,” she said smoothly, between strokes. “You can come in my mouth, baby. Go ahead. You’re sixteen, you’ll have another one in 10 minutes.” She sucked me in again and in pretty short order I let go, spurting into her searing mouth.
“Ahhhh… Oh, Kath….”
She giggled, sucking, swallowing.
“Tommy, your cock is as delicious as I could’ve hoped,” she stood and took off her bottoms. “I hope my pussy is all you dreamed of when you used to look up my skirt in home room.”
It was gorgeous. Trimmed, soft reddish blonde hair, lighter than on her head, framed the muscular legs, and the golden throat of her cunt winked liquid at me. I could smell musky, womanly scent, and my shrinking cock leaped back to life.
I nodded.
“You don’t secretly want Jennifer, or Ashley, or… John?” she teased, her voice sinking to a low rasping giggle, schoolgirl nervous.
I grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, setting her on the kitchen counter. She was lighter and harder by a third than Liz, and she didn’t fight me.
She pinched my nipple hard as I drove my cock up between those gorgeous spread legs and into her oily warm cunt.
“Oh!” she said softly as I rammed my cock all the way into her heat. “Fuck me, Tom. You’ve got a beautiful cock…mmmmmm….”
I was raging hard and she felt like fire across the inflamed head of my cock. I was ready to come already, but she stopped me cold with her hands. “Easy,” she said, and I obeyed, despite the raging lust in my blood.
“Slow, stallion,” she said, hands on my chest. She took over the pace, and began to draw me in, slowly, deeply, milking my cock. Her hand on my ass, she drove, and her speed made me insane.
She pushed me up, making me pull out, and sat up, facing me. She stared into my eyes, pushing down on my shoulders until my face was against her gorgeous tits. I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. “Easy,” she commanded again.
I tried.
After a few moans from her as I nibbled and licked her hard nipples, washing my tongue across the perfect swell of her sculpted breasts, she urged me down further, until her cunt was in my face, guided my mouth to the right spot, showed me how to lick her, how to slide my tongue into her, how to work her clit around without really touching it directly. The taste was exciting, naughty, gamy, sexy. I could feel her start to quiver, her juices leaking, seeping across my tongue, hear her soft moans escape as if she was trying to stifle them.
“Oh, Tommy, this is so naughty,” she gasped. “The teacher will hear us..!” then she began to shudder and shake, grinding her cunt against my chin, her hands winding deep into my hair, pulling it.
“You horny little fucker,” she squealed. “Eating my pussy like that. What’s gotten into you? What’s gotten into me? Your tongue, that’s what. Hold it still now. Make it hard. Point, like this.” She demonstrated with her own tongue. I did, and she rode it, sliding herself up and down against it, harder, faster, gasping for breath. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m fucking cominnnnnnngggg…ahhhhh…!
Suddenly she froze and squealed, grabbing my hair in both hands and pressing herself hard against my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she said softly.
My face was flooded with warm juices, and she made a choking noise. I licked her softly as she slowly relaxed and caught her breath.
She let go of my hair and I stood, reached for my pants.
She stopped me with her hand.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Stick that hard cock inside me, boy. Hurry.”
I did, and she squealed again, as I started to pump myself deep inside her soaking snatch.
She started coming again, squeezing me, calling my name.
My name? When had she stopped calling me Tom?
“Jason… oooohhhh…baby boy. Ride me.”
I picked up the pace, excited to hear my name in her mouth, slamming into her juicy cunt. She cried out and pushed me away, pulled me up onto the counter top and climbed on top of me, driving herself down forcefully to bury my cock in her tight, blazing hot pussy. “Oh, my God,” I groaned. “Please…” She moaned, her tits jerking above my mouth, tantalizingly just out of reach as she gyrated up and down on top of me.
I reached up and pulled her down toward me until I could grab her nipple in my teeth, and nibbled lightly. She stiffened, cried out. A spasm ran through her body and her cunt reacted by squeezing me even tighter as she rammed down until there was no place to go but off. I shot over the edge, moaning her name, blowing up inside her, Liz’s mom, the movie star, up into her thrusting brown body.
“God,” she gasped when she had caught her breath. “Liz is in for a treat.”
Still seated on me, she reached across the counter and into a drawer, rummaging. “Yep. I knew it. The man’s a creature of habit.” She pulled a bottle of brandy from under the bread and took a long draw.
“So. Jason,” she said it like she was trying to remember who I was. “How long have you known my daughter?”
It was surreal, being suddenly quizzed by her as she sat on my slowly deflating dick. “I… uh…well, um, her dad bought this land from my uncle…”
She frowned, took another pull on the booze. “How long have you lived in the county?” She passed the to me, and I took some. The liquid burned down into my body and I shivered.
“I was born here,” I coughed as the liquid hit bottom. “My uncle Tom, uh…”
She stiffened. “Tom? What… what’s your last name? Please don’t say Mc…”
I nodded.
“Oh, shit,” she said softly, finally rising from on top of me and sitting on the counter beside me. “Oh, shit.”
“Tom was gay,” I blurted.
“Oh, fuck me,” she said, but I don’t think she meant it literally this time.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I saw the expression on her face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. You… had a thing… with him.”
“It’s ridiculous, really. That was a lifetime ago. I don’t know why I thought nobody’s else’s life would have moved on. Is he…?”
“He died a few years ago…AIDS. That’s when we moved to this farm from town.”
She lowered herself to the floor and walked across to her purse. Flicked through it idly, then grabbed her suit and cover. She nodded, and a tear slipped from her nose to the floor. She sniffed. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get in the pool, and remove some evidence before we get dressed.”
I followed her to the door, stopped to grab my trunks from where they had fallen on the floor. She stopped at the door, walked back and grabbed the flask. She took my hand as we got to the water, and we waded naked into the shallow end. She did a fast crawl toward the diving board, then turned and came back to me where I’d stopped, water up to my ass. She swam right up and took my cock in her hands, washing the juices gently. I felt myself begin to harden again. She smiled ruefully. “Duck,” she said. “Wash me out of your beard.” I did, and when I stood up and opened my eyes, she was sitting in one of the cutouts, her face at crotch level. She reached behind her and took a small white device and a lighter. Lit the stick and inhaled sharply. She held it toward me, questioningly.
I recalled now that she’d dropped something to the deck when I’d walked in, which seemed hours ago.
I took it, inhaled cautiously, careful not to put it out with my wet fingers. Passed it back to her.
“Weed…” she said, taking a deep drag, holding it… “makes me…”
She took me in her fingers again, and despite all the weirdness and the fact that Liz could come in the door any second, I was instantly erect. Her mouth engulfed me, taking me deep into her throat.
“I don’t think….” I began.
“Don’t think,” she said softly. “Just feel.”
Her mouth felt heavenly, and I slid into a place I had never been. Stoned. So this was what that felt like. I closed my eyes and rode her throat, thrusting as if I was fucking her again. My balls skimmed the water with each movement, adding to the excitement. I floated on the sensations, unable to resist her in the least.
Then, as I was rising to the crest, she got her feet and I started to open my eyes. “Don’t,” she whispered, putting her hands over my eyes. “Keep your eyes closed and just feel me.” Her hands squeezed and milked my cock. Out of the darkness I heard a click and several beeps. She was on the phone.
“Lizzy, dear,” I heard her say. “Could I get you to stop by my favorite place and get dinner? Yes. You know what I want.” She chuckled. “Love you, dear.” The phone closed. “We’re safe for another 45 minutes, lover.” Her mouth seized me again and it was up, up, up…
She stopped again, moved. “Eyes closed,” she reminded me sternly.
Then she pulled me to her and I felt my cock pressing against her slippery flesh, dipping into her cunt. My hands on her hips, I drove myself hard into her. “Ohhhh…” she said softly, pressing back. “Nice. But I get to drive, ‘cause I have the license. All you have is learner’s permit.” She pulled away and took my cock in her hand again, milking me. Then she pressed back onto me again and gasped as I slid into her from a new angle, from behind. God, this woman was tight. I thrust forward again, and she squealed, pulled away and then pushed back, taking me in, but slowly. “Gently, gently,” she whispered , her voice tense. Then after a moment, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing by stages and took me into her all the way. “Oh, baby,” she sighed. “I love your cock in me this way. Just fuck me. You don’t need to be gentle now.”
I rammed it home and began to pound her in earnest, my head in the clouds. What she was doing different, I didn’t know. The weed had taken me away, and my cock felt like it had never felt, thicker and longer, bursting with nerve endings. For an eternity we moved in rhythm, our parts meshing like magic, my thoughts suspended as my body felt everything deeply, drank it in, and then, without warning, I felt myself begin to climax inside her, my cock swelling large and long, reaching to her very core. She cried out, thrust herself back against me and her body rocked with the spasms, squeezing me almost brutally as she came. “Oh, Kath…” I moaned. “Oh, I love… fucking you…”
“Ohhhhh, take me, Tommy,” she groaned. “Take my ass. It’s yours. You should have had my virginity, and now you have it.”
I pulled out, and opened my eyes in time to see the last wave of sperm gush from my cock and splash across her perfect butt. She thrust back and knocked me from the ledge into the pool. I lay and floated as I got my breath, marveling at the sensations.
After a bit she joined me in the water, rinsing our bodies and kissing me deeply, her hands on my ass. Then she pulled away, took my hand and led me to the steps. “I guess we’d better get dressed, Jason,” she said. “Dinner will be here in a minute.”
I pulled on my trunks watching her ass as she dressed, then collapsed on the chaise lounge. Wow, did this feel great. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feelings that ran though my body, relaxing deeply.
I wasn’t aware of sleeping, but suddenly I tuned in to the delicious smell of pizza. Liz was there, and I could hear the whispered conversation between the two women. “Yeah, poor boy’s not used to that kind of work; he’s had a hard day,” Liz said. “Probably should let him rest.”
The door closed behind them, and the pool area lights went down a notch. I lay there a bit longer, then yawned and got up, located the pizza box by smell and finished it off in a dark corner, then stretched out and slept again.
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