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Jimmy applies his newly learned sex skills!
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Previously, Mrs. Troutman hired a professional sex trainer for her eighteen-year-old son and now anxiously waits to see if he takes the bait she and the trainer devised to lure him in. If you missed part one, please read it first. You will miss out on the fun way Jimmy's description of his experience fails to match the reality of what actually happens then and now if you just read this part alone!
Please, rate the story at the end! I dote on the stars and your feedback!
I'd just fucked Goldie!
Fucked her pussy and came in her ass! Hot damn!
But here I was, back outside shoveling snow again! The only thing registering in reality lane now was the fifty-dollars Dad left on the table to shovel the driveways and walks of both houses. It was what eighteen-year-olds start and finish as their minds run on autopilot trying to process what just happened.
The reality part of what just happened hadn't hit me, yet. How crazy is that!
As the last scoop of snow slid out of my shovel I leaned against the porch railing; I was exhausted. It wasn't the snow shoveling that did it - it was the surreal pussy and ass fucking I had just experienced with Goldie. None of the guys at school ever said anything about the smacking sounds made by their cocks driving into a girl! Nor anything about how girls moaned and mewed as they got plowed with a nice stiff dick. The squishy smacking slap of my balls banging into her cunt was incredible, not to mention the feel of the slick grasping pussy lips clutching my cock each time it pulled back. It was as if her pussy wanted to keep my cock inside and never let it go.
And that ass! Wow! That was incredibly tight, but not so juicy as slamming the front door side of her. Still that's where I unloaded my nuts into that bubble butt orifice! The sound of her gasping and the grunts from my own voice just kept feeding off one another. The louder she squealed the harder I pounded into her until I just couldn't go any faster. Amazing! Just hope I didn't hurt her. She seemed okay with it at the end. Just sat down on the stairway and watched me dress. I don't know where she got the cigarette, but I could smell it, then saw the smoke flowing out of her mouth. It seemed to relax her, I guess. Smoking - not cool; that stuff will kill you, sugar.
Slowly, reality set in as I surveyed the plowed snow down the sidewalk. I just plowed a cunt! 'Jimmy, you mother-fucking bastard, you fucked a college chick - and got two of her holes on your first fucking time at bat! Shit the guys at school were never going to believe this, not in a million years!' I bet my big-ass grin could probably be seen from the end of the block as I stood on the front porch. Mrs. Something and her ... Damn! I didn't get her name! I just realized that. I was so caught up in getting my dick into her - that I forgot to ask! Guess' Goldie' would have to do for now.
Putting my hands up to my eyes, I leaned against the picture window and looked back inside. Just checking to see if Goldie was there with one last peek. Maybe, get her attention and find out her name, if she would open the door again. No luck as I peered inside, guess she went to clean up; she had a lot stuff running down her legs when I was getting dressed. I spent a few guilty moments thinking about that stuff running down those creamy thighs. Spent a minute, too, feeling the slippery stuff spread around my slimy dick and my matted ball hairs as I pulled on my cloths again then got back into my snowsuit. I needed a bath for sure. No one ever told me that sex could get messy like that!
I also thought about, too late, I guess, about not wearing a rubber. Hope Goldie knew how to deal with that. She seemed pretty confident about the situation, I guess. Maybe she was taking care of that when I looked back inside. How girls did that, I wasn't sure but I hope she knew. Guess I'd better start thinking about that as well; I didn't want to end up forced to marry someone I screwed but didn't know anything about her. Immature, I know, but too damned late now as the thought rattled around in my cold numb and selfish brain, I guess. I had always thought about the dumb-fucks that had to get married because they weren't careful, but now I guess I know how that five minutes comes and goes too quickly to think about that as a stiff cock gets to liking the feel of that wonderful, slick hole pulling his dick inside of her cunt.
Turning around, I retrieved my snow shovel and looked back down the sidewalk toward my house. I could make out my mom's shadowy figure looking out the living room window toward the neighbor's place. I wondered if she saw me go inside with Goldie. Then my thoughts turned to how long I had actually been inside! The closer I got to the street the more the thoughts of what happened inside Goldie's home replayed in my mind. As I nailed her, she kept asking me crazy stuff, like if I had thought about doing my Mom. gaziantep escort reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) She even said Mom wanted my dick! Like if she had firsthand knowledge of what my Mom wanted!
And what was that stuff about, 'All mothers want their son's cocks. It's a natural phenomenon.' shit anyways? Well, I never considered that before, I just thought it was me being dorky thinking about my Mom in that way myself. Guilty like, you know?
Fucking strange stuff considering that I was railing against her ass as her cunt smacked against that marble wall in front of her! And she carried on a conversation about my mom as though that was the most important thing going on - it fucking wasn't! But, still, Goldie was full of surprises; like that crack about a tramp stamp. Now, that was a new one on me. Never heard of it, but then when she turned around, well there it was in scarlet letters - 'I'm yours. Insert here!' - an invitation to stick it inside her ass! That was fucking hot, so I did!
As I got inside the mudroom from the garage, I began the strip down process once more. Not the one I did for Goldie where I was as totally naked as she was! After all, I was going into the kitchen and Mom would be there. Probably with some hot chocolate and a warm brownie for the hard-working boy. I just removed my boots, snowsuit, gloves and ski mask. I was down to my tee shirt, jeans, and sweat socks. As I peeled off the sweat socks, that's when I noticed I didn't have one of my inner black socks on. I chucked at that. Damn, I left it over at Goldie's place. I'd have to tell Mom the sock monster stole another one!
That's also when I noticed another pungent smell, barely cloaked by the tobacco odor. I could smell Goldie's sexual secretions! The smell of her cigarette smoke was still clinging to my clothing but it didn't mask the smell of sex drifting out from my crotch. Guess, I'd have to own up to going inside Goldie's home to at least say hello, but, hey, Mom did say to introduce myself she would know I wasn't a stranger. I didn't get to the formal introduction, but I did 'introduce' my dick quit adequately I'd say. I knew Mom would catch the scent of smoke, but that she would probably be fussing about it and not notice the sour smell of cunt juice wafting out of my pants.
That's about the time Goldie's remark about Mom having a tramp stamp curled up in my brain like the image of the cigarette smoke flowing out of Goldie's lungs. It hung out in my frontal lobe like a neon sign. What was Goldie's snarky comment as the smoke swirled around us? Did she say, "Bet if you find out your mother does have a tat like mine, you will definitely know she wants a good ride, too!"
Not fucking likely, Goldie! My Mom is about as plain vanilla a person as you could find. She doesn't drink, smoke, swear, and never has made a snarky comment about another person's character as far as I knew. It would be a cold day in hell, if you found even one tat on her let alone one that says 'come ride my ass baby' as an invitation scripted across the small of her back like Goldie's tat!
Coming around the corner of the kitchen, I could smell fresh baked brownies hot out of the oven. Mom was on her step stool reaching up to the top shelf as she turned to look in my direction. Her hands were just about to reach for a bowl, so I hurried over to offer help. Dad was always getting after her for being up so high without someone to steady her. I'd often done that and was reaching up to put my hands on her waist for the hundredth time. "Thanks, honey!" her giggle rang around the room. Then she lifted her hands above her head one more time reaching for the bowl. The movement lifted the back of the short blouse baring the small of her back.
What the fuck!
I read the scarlet script, centered and dipping across the curves of her butt.
'I'm yours. Insert here!'
"Mom!" squirted out of my lips before I had the sense to stifle my words.
"It's okay, honey! I'm not falling," she seemed to sigh as my hands jolted around her waist. The tremor came from the shock of reading what Goldie had predicted might be there - if Mom wanted to me to fuck her. Goldie said all moms want their sons cocks. Goldie seemed to be the wisest person in the world, in my opinion, right about now, if she were right.
My hands remained on her waist as she came down the step stool. For some reason, they didn't let go of her waist even though she was safely on the ground again. Setting the bowl on the cupboard, she turned around in my hands to face me. It was a strange situation, I'd never held anyone like this before, especially not my Mom. She was 'kissablely close' The look on her face wasn't the soft Jimmy boy smile to which I was accustomed. It looked a bit more like Goldie's terse taunting smile.
"How long have you had that tattoo, Mom?" I managed to croak out the words.
"Teresa Ann suggested I might get it for someone special. gaziantep escort bayan reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) So four long weeks ago, I had it done," she answered with a twinkle in her eye, "Your Daddy thinks I had it specially tatted for him. He has been, well, helping me to get adjusted to it, you know."
It took a while to process what she said. This was the closest thing to a 'sex talk' that I had ever had with my mother. All my worldly knowledge came from guys at school. I wasn't too quick on speech nuances but I could read between the lines on this one with ease. She intimated that Daddy thought the tat was for him, but it might be taken as meaning that it was for someone else - the way she spoke. What did my English teacher call it - veiled innuendo?
"Who is Teresa Ann?" I asked, finding my hands still grasping her waist and somehow lifting her blouse as I asked. As I raised her blouse to better feel the warm soft flesh above her hips, she answered.
"Oh! She's my new personal trainer; working on these love-handles you know. She and her mom just moved in across the street. Didn't you meet her when you went over to shovel the walkways?" she asked as her arms seemed to wrap themselves around my waist mimicking my movements.
"Yes. We talked. But I didn't get her name. I forgot to ask." I answered her question as my hands roamed around under her blouse to reach up to touch her bra. I don't know what was getting into me, but what would have been so inappropriate this morning, seemed to be a natural movement, now.
"Just talked, Jimmy?" Mom crooned as she lay her head against my shoulder. I felt my cock stiffening. It was beginning to protrude into the space between us. I felt Mom's body leaning into mine. I knew she felt my dick pressed against her loins. She didn't move or seemed to be embarrassed about my arousal. I think she liked it.
"We didn't have much to say, Mom," I stuttered in my reply. My hands had started thinking on their own; not listening to the common sense expressed in the back of my mind. Despite it telling my hands 'no'; they slid down into the elastic hem on her skirt and wandered inside and downward to cup her cheeks. Her flesh was more ... I guess, pliant not like Goldie's firm, tight gluts. They still felt nice, though; different but still created the same type of moan from her lips as I squeezed and let my fingers roam down her butt crack.
Shit! Maybe crazy Goldie was right about Mom's tattoo. What if she secretly wanted to ... fuck me like Goldie suggested she would, if she had that tat!
"Was her tattoo just like mine, Jimmy?" she asked as her hands slid between my legs, sliding up and down the length of my bulge struggling to get out of its confinement.
"I, I don't know if she had a ..." was as far as I got, before Mom's rebuke interrupted me.
"I can smell her sex on you, Jimmy, I know what you did," she whispered into my ear. "You screwed her, Jimmy, or she fucked you, baby. I can't tell which, but I can smell her on you. Did you enjoy your first time, sugar?"
Well! The fucking cat was out of the bag! I thought the smell of the cigarette smoke and the odor of the brownies would cover up Goldie's, er, Teresa Ann's musky sex smell, but that didn't seem to be the case.
How could I lie after that? "Yes, Mom. Her tattoo was exactly like yours. And yes, I liked my first time. I fucked her good, mama," I replied, deciding to let my language relax from that point on.
"I'm glad you enjoyed doing Teresa Ann, baby. A mother always wants her son to feel the raw surge of screwing a gorgeous girl as his first fuck." Mom's words surprised me; she used the 'F' word for the first time that I know of, but now I'm not so sure she just wasn't keeping it from me hearing it from her before now. Her use of profanity seemed so practiced and natural rolling off her tongue like that.
My cock was fighting for a parking place against her pelvic bone. It found one as my hips squirmed and it eventually dipped between the natural curves of her thighs and was caught by the apex of her cunty lips. My hips were undulating gently, knocking to see if anyone was home.
As I enjoyed the rocking motion against her, I responded, "I think you might be right about screwing a gorgeous girl as a first fuck Mom. Watching her press her gorgeous pussy against the picture window really lit my fuse! But, I might have been a little too rough when I fucked her cunt and her ass right afterwards. Although, she seemed to be okay with it. It happened so fast that I didn't think about - well think about using a peter cheater. So, do you think I could be in trouble, Mom?" It really didn't matter; I didn't have a rubber anyway and the way things went I couldn't have stopped myself or even wanted to stop myself.
She looked up and I watched her face change a bit as she seemed to be thinking over what I had just told her. Her smile went from lusty to escort gaziantep reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) motherly as she said, "Jimmy, you're probably not in trouble. I'm sure pretty girls like Teresa Ann take care of things like that, honey. It's not like girls are trying to save themselves anymore these days, you know?"
Her voice when silent for a moment. There was an electrical charge flowing between us. I could tell she was just enjoying the thrust of my cock lodged against her cunt even though my jeans and her skirt. I could tell, because her hips were beginning to match my thrusts where her own mini-movements. It took almost three full minutes before that lusty look rekindled in her expression. And then she added, "But just to make sure you weren't too rough when you jumped her bones, why don't you fuck me the same way so that I can help make a proper assessment of how badly battered you left her?" she crooned.
As she spoke, I could feel her hands slipping inside the back of my underpants and grasping my ass, much like my fingers were kneading her ass cheeks at this point. I kind of knew where I thought this was going. After Teresa Ann, this was going to be so much easier, I thought.
"Are you sure, Mom?" I grinned as her fingertips slipped between my ass cheeks and softly dragged up and down my crack while stopping to finger my asshole on their route to stir up more excitement. I felt my butt clench down as her index finger zeroed in on my puckered hole. Damn! Never had that feeling before!
"But what about Dad? You said he thought the tattoo was for him, right?" I breathed the words into the curve of her neck. I had to make sure that I was getting this right - no time for impulsive behavior as I held her tightly in my arms.
"Yes, Daddy will still think that the tat is for him, every time he gets a chance to read it - and use it. Let's not let him know it's really meant for ... you, baby.
Honey, I've been waiting since you turned eighteen and that's way too long, now! Besides your Daddy will be home soon and there's not much time for what I want to do to you. And I don't want to wait to find out how hard you fucked Teresa Ann, in case we need to get over to her place and check on her. Hurry, baby! Just lift me up on the table and take my pussy! That will lubricate your cock for my asshole next. Cum for me sugar, just like you did for Teresa Ann!"
The level of lust in her voice and her exuberance told me that she probably didn't give a fuck in what state I had left Teresa Ann. I just knew she wanted to be used the same way!
Mom's voice was becoming worked up as she expressed her need to get fucked and quickly before Dad got home. So I wasted no time removing her blouse by lifting it straight over her head and freeing her ample sized tits for some enjoyment as well. I'd not had much play with Goldie's breasts but with Mom's larger size, I thought I'd like to try sucking on her hooters for a few minutes to see how that felt. As I worked on her blouse and bra, Mom's fingers were pushing down her skirt and panties. Seems Daddy liked a shaved smooth peach as a beautiful one came into view. Mom's body certainly wasn't in Teresa Ann's shape, but it wasn't out of shape either. Her gym workouts with her trainer seemed to be working well for her.
I lowered my lips to her breasts and rolled her nipples around with my tongue. That brought nice guttural moans from Mom's lips. I know I should give them more time but I only tried to suck one whole tit into the back of my mouth, but it wouldn't fit. Wish, now, that I'd taken the time to see if I could have sucked Goldie's luscious tits all the way to their base. I found myself thinking I would have to go back over and shovel some more snow ...
As I started to undress, Mom's hands stopped me, "Let me do that," she huffed as her fingers undid my shirt and pushed my tee shirt up over my head with a flourish. Then it was on to my belt, zipper, and pants button before she knelt and pulled down my pants and underwear. I used her head to balance as I stepped out of the jeans and boxers. My flag was flying at full staff by then. It didn't take more than ten seconds of admiration before Mom had engulfed my cockhead and was providing it with a wonderful first blow job. The way she curled her tongue around my godhead was amazing. I could feel that long tongue dragging more of my cock into her mouth until her lips were pressed against my loins. I could feel the end of my dick actually gliding partway down her throat as she consumed me. Fuck! This felt so wonderful.
Like me, Mom wasn't taking much time to move on. I wanted more of those wonderful lips on my cock. But her motivation was winning. I wanted my cock in her as much as she did at this point.
"On the table, baby!" she demanded as I released my mouth full of tit. It was covered with my saliva and seemed to glisten. I thought I heard the other breast screaming, 'No fair!' But Mom was in charge and I knew time was short. I lifted her onto the bare, virgin kitchen table. The usual table items had already been removed, I noted. A smile of recognition crossed my face when I realized that maybe there had been some preplanning - nothing was in the way of mounting her on the table. I wondered if this was the first time a bird got spreadeagled on this table's top. But that fleeting thought disappeared as her hands were doing things to my dick that got my attention!
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Previously, Mrs. Troutman hired a professional sex trainer for her eighteen-year-old son and now anxiously waits to see if he takes the bait she and the trainer devised to lure him in. If you missed part one, please read it first. You will miss out on the fun way Jimmy's description of his experience fails to match the reality of what actually happens then and now if you just read this part alone!
Please, rate the story at the end! I dote on the stars and your feedback!
I'd just fucked Goldie!
Fucked her pussy and came in her ass! Hot damn!
But here I was, back outside shoveling snow again! The only thing registering in reality lane now was the fifty-dollars Dad left on the table to shovel the driveways and walks of both houses. It was what eighteen-year-olds start and finish as their minds run on autopilot trying to process what just happened.
The reality part of what just happened hadn't hit me, yet. How crazy is that!
As the last scoop of snow slid out of my shovel I leaned against the porch railing; I was exhausted. It wasn't the snow shoveling that did it - it was the surreal pussy and ass fucking I had just experienced with Goldie. None of the guys at school ever said anything about the smacking sounds made by their cocks driving into a girl! Nor anything about how girls moaned and mewed as they got plowed with a nice stiff dick. The squishy smacking slap of my balls banging into her cunt was incredible, not to mention the feel of the slick grasping pussy lips clutching my cock each time it pulled back. It was as if her pussy wanted to keep my cock inside and never let it go.
And that ass! Wow! That was incredibly tight, but not so juicy as slamming the front door side of her. Still that's where I unloaded my nuts into that bubble butt orifice! The sound of her gasping and the grunts from my own voice just kept feeding off one another. The louder she squealed the harder I pounded into her until I just couldn't go any faster. Amazing! Just hope I didn't hurt her. She seemed okay with it at the end. Just sat down on the stairway and watched me dress. I don't know where she got the cigarette, but I could smell it, then saw the smoke flowing out of her mouth. It seemed to relax her, I guess. Smoking - not cool; that stuff will kill you, sugar.
Slowly, reality set in as I surveyed the plowed snow down the sidewalk. I just plowed a cunt! 'Jimmy, you mother-fucking bastard, you fucked a college chick - and got two of her holes on your first fucking time at bat! Shit the guys at school were never going to believe this, not in a million years!' I bet my big-ass grin could probably be seen from the end of the block as I stood on the front porch. Mrs. Something and her ... Damn! I didn't get her name! I just realized that. I was so caught up in getting my dick into her - that I forgot to ask! Guess' Goldie' would have to do for now.
Putting my hands up to my eyes, I leaned against the picture window and looked back inside. Just checking to see if Goldie was there with one last peek. Maybe, get her attention and find out her name, if she would open the door again. No luck as I peered inside, guess she went to clean up; she had a lot stuff running down her legs when I was getting dressed. I spent a few guilty moments thinking about that stuff running down those creamy thighs. Spent a minute, too, feeling the slippery stuff spread around my slimy dick and my matted ball hairs as I pulled on my cloths again then got back into my snowsuit. I needed a bath for sure. No one ever told me that sex could get messy like that!
I also thought about, too late, I guess, about not wearing a rubber. Hope Goldie knew how to deal with that. She seemed pretty confident about the situation, I guess. Maybe she was taking care of that when I looked back inside. How girls did that, I wasn't sure but I hope she knew. Guess I'd better start thinking about that as well; I didn't want to end up forced to marry someone I screwed but didn't know anything about her. Immature, I know, but too damned late now as the thought rattled around in my cold numb and selfish brain, I guess. I had always thought about the dumb-fucks that had to get married because they weren't careful, but now I guess I know how that five minutes comes and goes too quickly to think about that as a stiff cock gets to liking the feel of that wonderful, slick hole pulling his dick inside of her cunt.
Turning around, I retrieved my snow shovel and looked back down the sidewalk toward my house. I could make out my mom's shadowy figure looking out the living room window toward the neighbor's place. I wondered if she saw me go inside with Goldie. Then my thoughts turned to how long I had actually been inside! The closer I got to the street the more the thoughts of what happened inside Goldie's home replayed in my mind. As I nailed her, she kept asking me crazy stuff, like if I had thought about doing my Mom. gaziantep escort reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) She even said Mom wanted my dick! Like if she had firsthand knowledge of what my Mom wanted!
And what was that stuff about, 'All mothers want their son's cocks. It's a natural phenomenon.' shit anyways? Well, I never considered that before, I just thought it was me being dorky thinking about my Mom in that way myself. Guilty like, you know?
Fucking strange stuff considering that I was railing against her ass as her cunt smacked against that marble wall in front of her! And she carried on a conversation about my mom as though that was the most important thing going on - it fucking wasn't! But, still, Goldie was full of surprises; like that crack about a tramp stamp. Now, that was a new one on me. Never heard of it, but then when she turned around, well there it was in scarlet letters - 'I'm yours. Insert here!' - an invitation to stick it inside her ass! That was fucking hot, so I did!
As I got inside the mudroom from the garage, I began the strip down process once more. Not the one I did for Goldie where I was as totally naked as she was! After all, I was going into the kitchen and Mom would be there. Probably with some hot chocolate and a warm brownie for the hard-working boy. I just removed my boots, snowsuit, gloves and ski mask. I was down to my tee shirt, jeans, and sweat socks. As I peeled off the sweat socks, that's when I noticed I didn't have one of my inner black socks on. I chucked at that. Damn, I left it over at Goldie's place. I'd have to tell Mom the sock monster stole another one!
That's also when I noticed another pungent smell, barely cloaked by the tobacco odor. I could smell Goldie's sexual secretions! The smell of her cigarette smoke was still clinging to my clothing but it didn't mask the smell of sex drifting out from my crotch. Guess, I'd have to own up to going inside Goldie's home to at least say hello, but, hey, Mom did say to introduce myself she would know I wasn't a stranger. I didn't get to the formal introduction, but I did 'introduce' my dick quit adequately I'd say. I knew Mom would catch the scent of smoke, but that she would probably be fussing about it and not notice the sour smell of cunt juice wafting out of my pants.
That's about the time Goldie's remark about Mom having a tramp stamp curled up in my brain like the image of the cigarette smoke flowing out of Goldie's lungs. It hung out in my frontal lobe like a neon sign. What was Goldie's snarky comment as the smoke swirled around us? Did she say, "Bet if you find out your mother does have a tat like mine, you will definitely know she wants a good ride, too!"
Not fucking likely, Goldie! My Mom is about as plain vanilla a person as you could find. She doesn't drink, smoke, swear, and never has made a snarky comment about another person's character as far as I knew. It would be a cold day in hell, if you found even one tat on her let alone one that says 'come ride my ass baby' as an invitation scripted across the small of her back like Goldie's tat!
Coming around the corner of the kitchen, I could smell fresh baked brownies hot out of the oven. Mom was on her step stool reaching up to the top shelf as she turned to look in my direction. Her hands were just about to reach for a bowl, so I hurried over to offer help. Dad was always getting after her for being up so high without someone to steady her. I'd often done that and was reaching up to put my hands on her waist for the hundredth time. "Thanks, honey!" her giggle rang around the room. Then she lifted her hands above her head one more time reaching for the bowl. The movement lifted the back of the short blouse baring the small of her back.
What the fuck!
I read the scarlet script, centered and dipping across the curves of her butt.
'I'm yours. Insert here!'
"Mom!" squirted out of my lips before I had the sense to stifle my words.
"It's okay, honey! I'm not falling," she seemed to sigh as my hands jolted around her waist. The tremor came from the shock of reading what Goldie had predicted might be there - if Mom wanted to me to fuck her. Goldie said all moms want their sons cocks. Goldie seemed to be the wisest person in the world, in my opinion, right about now, if she were right.
My hands remained on her waist as she came down the step stool. For some reason, they didn't let go of her waist even though she was safely on the ground again. Setting the bowl on the cupboard, she turned around in my hands to face me. It was a strange situation, I'd never held anyone like this before, especially not my Mom. She was 'kissablely close' The look on her face wasn't the soft Jimmy boy smile to which I was accustomed. It looked a bit more like Goldie's terse taunting smile.
"How long have you had that tattoo, Mom?" I managed to croak out the words.
"Teresa Ann suggested I might get it for someone special. gaziantep escort bayan reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) So four long weeks ago, I had it done," she answered with a twinkle in her eye, "Your Daddy thinks I had it specially tatted for him. He has been, well, helping me to get adjusted to it, you know."
It took a while to process what she said. This was the closest thing to a 'sex talk' that I had ever had with my mother. All my worldly knowledge came from guys at school. I wasn't too quick on speech nuances but I could read between the lines on this one with ease. She intimated that Daddy thought the tat was for him, but it might be taken as meaning that it was for someone else - the way she spoke. What did my English teacher call it - veiled innuendo?
"Who is Teresa Ann?" I asked, finding my hands still grasping her waist and somehow lifting her blouse as I asked. As I raised her blouse to better feel the warm soft flesh above her hips, she answered.
"Oh! She's my new personal trainer; working on these love-handles you know. She and her mom just moved in across the street. Didn't you meet her when you went over to shovel the walkways?" she asked as her arms seemed to wrap themselves around my waist mimicking my movements.
"Yes. We talked. But I didn't get her name. I forgot to ask." I answered her question as my hands roamed around under her blouse to reach up to touch her bra. I don't know what was getting into me, but what would have been so inappropriate this morning, seemed to be a natural movement, now.
"Just talked, Jimmy?" Mom crooned as she lay her head against my shoulder. I felt my cock stiffening. It was beginning to protrude into the space between us. I felt Mom's body leaning into mine. I knew she felt my dick pressed against her loins. She didn't move or seemed to be embarrassed about my arousal. I think she liked it.
"We didn't have much to say, Mom," I stuttered in my reply. My hands had started thinking on their own; not listening to the common sense expressed in the back of my mind. Despite it telling my hands 'no'; they slid down into the elastic hem on her skirt and wandered inside and downward to cup her cheeks. Her flesh was more ... I guess, pliant not like Goldie's firm, tight gluts. They still felt nice, though; different but still created the same type of moan from her lips as I squeezed and let my fingers roam down her butt crack.
Shit! Maybe crazy Goldie was right about Mom's tattoo. What if she secretly wanted to ... fuck me like Goldie suggested she would, if she had that tat!
"Was her tattoo just like mine, Jimmy?" she asked as her hands slid between my legs, sliding up and down the length of my bulge struggling to get out of its confinement.
"I, I don't know if she had a ..." was as far as I got, before Mom's rebuke interrupted me.
"I can smell her sex on you, Jimmy, I know what you did," she whispered into my ear. "You screwed her, Jimmy, or she fucked you, baby. I can't tell which, but I can smell her on you. Did you enjoy your first time, sugar?"
Well! The fucking cat was out of the bag! I thought the smell of the cigarette smoke and the odor of the brownies would cover up Goldie's, er, Teresa Ann's musky sex smell, but that didn't seem to be the case.
How could I lie after that? "Yes, Mom. Her tattoo was exactly like yours. And yes, I liked my first time. I fucked her good, mama," I replied, deciding to let my language relax from that point on.
"I'm glad you enjoyed doing Teresa Ann, baby. A mother always wants her son to feel the raw surge of screwing a gorgeous girl as his first fuck." Mom's words surprised me; she used the 'F' word for the first time that I know of, but now I'm not so sure she just wasn't keeping it from me hearing it from her before now. Her use of profanity seemed so practiced and natural rolling off her tongue like that.
My cock was fighting for a parking place against her pelvic bone. It found one as my hips squirmed and it eventually dipped between the natural curves of her thighs and was caught by the apex of her cunty lips. My hips were undulating gently, knocking to see if anyone was home.
As I enjoyed the rocking motion against her, I responded, "I think you might be right about screwing a gorgeous girl as a first fuck Mom. Watching her press her gorgeous pussy against the picture window really lit my fuse! But, I might have been a little too rough when I fucked her cunt and her ass right afterwards. Although, she seemed to be okay with it. It happened so fast that I didn't think about - well think about using a peter cheater. So, do you think I could be in trouble, Mom?" It really didn't matter; I didn't have a rubber anyway and the way things went I couldn't have stopped myself or even wanted to stop myself.
She looked up and I watched her face change a bit as she seemed to be thinking over what I had just told her. Her smile went from lusty to escort gaziantep reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) motherly as she said, "Jimmy, you're probably not in trouble. I'm sure pretty girls like Teresa Ann take care of things like that, honey. It's not like girls are trying to save themselves anymore these days, you know?"
Her voice when silent for a moment. There was an electrical charge flowing between us. I could tell she was just enjoying the thrust of my cock lodged against her cunt even though my jeans and her skirt. I could tell, because her hips were beginning to match my thrusts where her own mini-movements. It took almost three full minutes before that lusty look rekindled in her expression. And then she added, "But just to make sure you weren't too rough when you jumped her bones, why don't you fuck me the same way so that I can help make a proper assessment of how badly battered you left her?" she crooned.
As she spoke, I could feel her hands slipping inside the back of my underpants and grasping my ass, much like my fingers were kneading her ass cheeks at this point. I kind of knew where I thought this was going. After Teresa Ann, this was going to be so much easier, I thought.
"Are you sure, Mom?" I grinned as her fingertips slipped between my ass cheeks and softly dragged up and down my crack while stopping to finger my asshole on their route to stir up more excitement. I felt my butt clench down as her index finger zeroed in on my puckered hole. Damn! Never had that feeling before!
"But what about Dad? You said he thought the tattoo was for him, right?" I breathed the words into the curve of her neck. I had to make sure that I was getting this right - no time for impulsive behavior as I held her tightly in my arms.
"Yes, Daddy will still think that the tat is for him, every time he gets a chance to read it - and use it. Let's not let him know it's really meant for ... you, baby.
Honey, I've been waiting since you turned eighteen and that's way too long, now! Besides your Daddy will be home soon and there's not much time for what I want to do to you. And I don't want to wait to find out how hard you fucked Teresa Ann, in case we need to get over to her place and check on her. Hurry, baby! Just lift me up on the table and take my pussy! That will lubricate your cock for my asshole next. Cum for me sugar, just like you did for Teresa Ann!"
The level of lust in her voice and her exuberance told me that she probably didn't give a fuck in what state I had left Teresa Ann. I just knew she wanted to be used the same way!
Mom's voice was becoming worked up as she expressed her need to get fucked and quickly before Dad got home. So I wasted no time removing her blouse by lifting it straight over her head and freeing her ample sized tits for some enjoyment as well. I'd not had much play with Goldie's breasts but with Mom's larger size, I thought I'd like to try sucking on her hooters for a few minutes to see how that felt. As I worked on her blouse and bra, Mom's fingers were pushing down her skirt and panties. Seems Daddy liked a shaved smooth peach as a beautiful one came into view. Mom's body certainly wasn't in Teresa Ann's shape, but it wasn't out of shape either. Her gym workouts with her trainer seemed to be working well for her.
I lowered my lips to her breasts and rolled her nipples around with my tongue. That brought nice guttural moans from Mom's lips. I know I should give them more time but I only tried to suck one whole tit into the back of my mouth, but it wouldn't fit. Wish, now, that I'd taken the time to see if I could have sucked Goldie's luscious tits all the way to their base. I found myself thinking I would have to go back over and shovel some more snow ...
As I started to undress, Mom's hands stopped me, "Let me do that," she huffed as her fingers undid my shirt and pushed my tee shirt up over my head with a flourish. Then it was on to my belt, zipper, and pants button before she knelt and pulled down my pants and underwear. I used her head to balance as I stepped out of the jeans and boxers. My flag was flying at full staff by then. It didn't take more than ten seconds of admiration before Mom had engulfed my cockhead and was providing it with a wonderful first blow job. The way she curled her tongue around my godhead was amazing. I could feel that long tongue dragging more of my cock into her mouth until her lips were pressed against my loins. I could feel the end of my dick actually gliding partway down her throat as she consumed me. Fuck! This felt so wonderful.
Like me, Mom wasn't taking much time to move on. I wanted more of those wonderful lips on my cock. But her motivation was winning. I wanted my cock in her as much as she did at this point.
"On the table, baby!" she demanded as I released my mouth full of tit. It was covered with my saliva and seemed to glisten. I thought I heard the other breast screaming, 'No fair!' But Mom was in charge and I knew time was short. I lifted her onto the bare, virgin kitchen table. The usual table items had already been removed, I noted. A smile of recognition crossed my face when I realized that maybe there had been some preplanning - nothing was in the way of mounting her on the table. I wondered if this was the first time a bird got spreadeagled on this table's top. But that fleeting thought disappeared as her hands were doing things to my dick that got my attention!