I hadn’t meant to jerk off in front of my friend’s mom. It was an accident. But in the end, it turned out to be a very happy accident.
It was the summer after my first year of college. Leo, the titular friend, and I had met at state university. Turned out we lived in neighboring towns but had attended different high schools. We’d bonded quickly, spending the school year partying, hooking up with girls, and studying, pretty much in that order.
Leo’s family was far better off than mine. His parents, a stay at home mom and a rich business man, were divorced. According to Leo his mom had cleaned his father out in court after he made the classic move of fucking his secretary. She got a big settlement, a generous alimony, and the house, a lake side mansion with a pool and power boat tied to a private dock. Needless to say we were spending more time there than my happily married parent’s two bedroom home.
Leo and I had made a habit of going for a run in the afternoon before embarking on our nightly pursuit of girls and beer. I usually showered and changed at my house, but today we planned to take his boat out, so Leo had offered the shower in his mom’s master bedroom to save time.
It was a sick shower, an entire room separate from the toilet and vanity, with multiple nozzles, a bench seat, and an array of expensive soaps and lotions lined up on a shelf. Being a virile young man I had taken advantage of those products, enjoying a daydream involving a blond girl with a nice ass I was hoping to hook up with that night. The slick lotion felt good and I pumped away, stroking my cock. I was getting close, working my tip, head thrown back as I got ready to cum.
That’s when his mom cleared her throat. She was standing at the door, dressed for the pool. She wore a string bikini, yellow and tied at the hips, along with little platform sandals. I was cringing away in a hopeless attempt to hide my throbbing erection but I still clocked her tits, fat and hanging heavy against the thin fabric.
I turned to the corner, choosing to show my ass over my front, and started babbling apologies.
“Its ok, Danny” I heard her sandals on the floor and glanced back with relief. She’d moved out of sight, returning my “privacy”. “I thought you were Angela.”
Angela was Leo’s older step sister, back from college, a smoking hot sorority girl that I’d been fantasizing about since the moment I met her a week ago.
“I’m sorry, ma’am!” I blurted. “Leo told me I could use it. I’ll finish up.”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry I intruded. You go right ahead and…finish yourself up.” I heard a chuckle of mirth as the bedroom door closed behind her. Fuck. She’d seen me jerking off.
I was panicking. Would she tell Leo I’d exposed myself to his own mother? Would he tell everyone else, making me a laughingstock and ruining my summer?
I was also incredibly turned on. How long had she been watching? Did she really think it was Angela or had she meant to catch me, to get a peek at my young cock?
Her name was Maria, and while she was a beautiful woman, basically a trophy wife, I hadn’t even considered her as a sexual possibility. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about her heavy breasts and thick thighs, imagining what her nipples looked like hard, and what she had behind that tiny triangle of yellow swimsuit.
“You drowning in there or what, man? We gotta go!” yelled Leo from the hallway. I cursed, looking down at my swollen girth. I wouldn’t have time to finish now, we had to get out on the lake. Shrugging with frustration, I dried off and got dressed, hurrying to meet Leo down at the docks. The path went past their pool and I saw Maria reclining on a chaise lounge, wide hips and large breasts nearly bursting the tiny bikini. Awkwardly, I waved. She just stared through her large shades, watching me run. I grimaced. Maybe she was mad. This might be bad.
It was a long evening on the boat. I was chasing tail, staying pretty sober and trying to talk that blond out of her daisy dukes. Leo was trying to get drunk. Only one of us succeeded.
It was past eleven when we returned, me driving the boat as Leo slumped and talked nonsense, about five shots of tequila past stringing together a coherent thought. I tied up the boat and heaved him up, hauling him up the path and into his house as he staggered around.
Just as I got him into his bedroom he threw up on me, a stream of beer and Jose Cuervo spilling onto my chest. This day really hadn’t turned out the way I hoped.
I stripped off my shirt and went downstairs, stopping at the sink in the kitchen to rinse off before driving to my place.
“You’re really making yourself at home around here, aren’t you young man?” I jumped in alarm for the second time that day, spinning to see Maria’s curvy figure outlined in the shadowed stairwell.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, Leo had a little too much to drink and, uh, got a little vomit on my shirt. I was just trying to clean up before I head home.” Maria stepped into the dim light and my jaw clenched when I saw what she was wearing. On her feet were tiny slippers that showed her bright red toenails. A sheer robe floated around her body, only serving to backlight and accentuate her full, hourglass figure. A small pair of panties were the only thing covering her crotch. Most distracting of all was some sort of fuzzy, silk bra that pushed her tits up into massive mounds, threatening to spill over the top at any moment. My loins stirred, and I swallowed hard.
“Call me Maria, Danny. Unless you prefer to stick with ma’am.” I saw her lips quirk and she looked at me, letting her eyes wander over my lean muscles, plain to see with my soiled shirt in the sink.
“Yes ma’am, I mean…Maria, ma’am.” Dammit, I was tripping over myself. “I should get going, sorry for the noise and bother.”
“Absolutely not. I’m not letting you walk out of my house dirty, not after my son threw up on you. You have to clean up first, I insist.” She took three steps into the kitchen, putting herself close enough that I could smell her perfume. “You can use my shower.”
I’m sure my mouth opened up wide enough to fly a plane through. Here was my good friend’s mom, proposing that I take a shower in her personal bathroom. In the middle of the night. Dressed like that. After catching me about to get myself off just hours ago.
“Oh, uhh, I wouldn’t want to be any trouble, ma’am. Its really no big deal.” I was at war with myself. I knew I should leave, but was I really going to turn down a chance at…whatever Maria had in mind for me up in that shower?
“Nonsense, it’s the least I can do. Besides, I feel terrible about barging in on you earlier. I didn’t mean to…interrupt you.” She smiled and took another step, close enough to touch. I was easily half a foot taller than her, allowing me a fantastic view of her cleavage.
“It was nothing, I wasn’t…um…you didn’t interrupt anything!” It wasn’t convincing. We both knew what I’d been doing.
She clicked her tongue and looked up at me with apparent concern.
“Oh no, you never had a chance to properly finish up, did you? You must be so frustrated with me!” Her voice sounded apologetic, but her mouth and eyes were flashing with mischief, clearly enjoying my increasingly aroused discomfort. One long nail trailed down my chest and across my six pack, raising goosebumps where it passed. Her dark eyes stared directly into my soul as she rested her palm against my toned abdomen. “However can I make it up to you?”
Silence stretched between us, my heart pounding as I made up my mind.
“Maybe I will take you up on that shower.” She smiled wide, dimples forming as she took my hand.
“Oh good! I would hate for anyone to have reason to question my hospitality.” Before I knew it I was following up the stairs behind her, watching her ass wobble and stretch just inches from my face.
Then she was closing the bedroom door and pushing me into the bathroom. She set the lights to a soft, warm glow and turned the shower on, hot water spraying from the wall and overhead. She turned and walked past me, then stopped. Her hand went to my crotch and squeezed gently, sizing me up. She looked very satisfied with what she found.
“You go ahead and get started, honey. I’ll be right back to check in on you.” I watched her close the frosted door, then hesitantly stepped out of my swim trunks and let them hit the floor. The hot water felt great after a day of swimming and getting puked on, but I was still anxious. Half of me was still convinced this was all some big mistake, that I was about to get in trouble. But I still felt the imprint of her hand on my dick. It inspired confidence.
Body wash foamed as I began to scrub, lake water and Leo’s drinks swirling away down the drain. I tried to stay cool and not get too excited, but my body was betraying me, sending all available resources to my rock hard penis.
Just as I was about to reach down and give myself some relief, I heard the door open and turned. Maria leaned in the door, completely naked. Well, almost. She wore a very expensive looking silver necklace crusted with diamonds, the largest of which dangled at the top of her generous bosom. She had put up her long, dark hair into an elegant updo and applied lipstick that matched her cherry nails. My eyes flashed down to the cleft between her thighs, a perfectly manicured strip of fuzzy hair leading down to the top of her pussy lips.
She let me take it all in with utter confidence, allowing me to feast my eyes on the smorgasbord of woman in front of me. In turn, her eyes dropped to my throbbing erection, which was curved up into the stream of water battering against it.
“I see you managed to wait for me. That’s good. Sometimes a young man like you eats his dinner before a lady has a chance to start her appetizers.” I thanked god she hadn’t waited much longer. I’d been about to eat.
She moved to the shelf of bottles, choosing a different wash from what I had used. She squirted some onto a loofah and looked at me.
“I think we’d better get you all washed up, don’t you think?” All I could do was nod eagerly, utterly incapable of summoning anything resembling a sexy comeback. She smiled knowingly, as if she could read my mind.
She started on my back, moving the loofah in circles, getting lower down each time. She bent, skipping my butt and soaping up my thighs and calves.
“All that running is paying off, Danny,” she said in admiration, lingering on my defined hamstrings.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied, basking in her ministrations. No college girl had ever treated me like this. She moved around to my front, beginning to loofah my chest.
“Please, Danny. Call me Maria. At least when we’re naked.” She continued her gentle washing, suds building up on my abs and running down through my pubic hair and over my balls and thighs. My manhood was still at full mast, untouched and straining for attention.
She turned me around, letting all the soap wash off me, then replaced the loofah and squirted more wash generously into her right palm.
“I think I’ll move to a more hands on approach,” she said, and I saw that her nipples were stiffening, large brown buttons in the middle of surprisingly small pink areolas.
She stood to my side, and now she let her heavy breasts graze my skin, those hard nubs catching against my arms while she worked up a foam between her hands. I shivered with anticipation and she smiled wickedly. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and she was loving it.
Then her hands went to the base of my cock and the world stopped spinning. Her fingers briefly wrapped my base and squeezed, sending even more blood to my engorged member. She moved down and began to rub and massage my balls, letting a thick foam build up and sending waves of intense pleasure through my core.
That feeling doubled in intensity as her left hand slipped down my crack, kneading and squeezing my muscular cheeks, seemingly unconcerned that she was rubbing her fingers all over my asshole. Her hands met at my taint, massaging a place no one else had ever touched. I groaned, head lolling as she introduced me to a whole new world of sensations with her soft, probing touch.
“Oh, honey, you were really suffering today, weren’t you? These big balls must be aching.” She circled my sack and gripped tight, pulling down in a way that definitely didn’t hurt, but did make me whimper, my hand reaching for support.
It landed on one of her wet tits and I grabbed a handful of soft flesh, her hard nipple slipping between my fingers and causing her to catch her breath. She released me and gripped my waist, nails digging into my skin. Instinctually I gripped it with thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as I felt her body press against mine, responding to my touch.
“Oh, that feels good, honey,” she sighed, but she was moving to rinse me clean, hands moving everywhere but the one place I needed them.
Once I was back to bare skin she led me to the bench seat and sat me down. We were out of the overhead shower now, but steam was beginning to fill the room, covering our skin with warm droplets.
She chose another bottle and returned, pulling a cushion off the ledge and placing it in front of me. Her knees went to the mat and she kneeled, glittering diamonds reflecting in the steamy light of the room.
“Ok, Danny, let me make this morning up to you. You have no idea how bad I feel about how rude I was.” Humor and arousal played across her face. She was way more woman than I had ever experienced, and I tried to prepare myself for whatever she would do next.
There was no way to prepare. Her red lips enveloped my wet head. I felt her tongue lick at me, no doubt tasting the stream of precum that was flowing out of me. Then she took my whole length in one go, deepthroating me while she maintained eye contact the whole time.
My knuckles went white on the wooden bench as I felt her tight throat squeezing my entire length, tongue moving in sensuous waves along my sensitive bottom ridge. Her eyes smiled up at me as her lips stayed rooted to my base. She was fucking moaning while she deepthroated me, one hand moving to her waxed pussy, making small circles around her clit. My penis, teased and ignored up till now, felt like it was on fire. Honestly, I think I was just too surprised to cum.
“Mmm, you’re a good boy, Danny. Most men your age would have have cum down my throat just now.” she said after pulling off and revealing the length of my dick like a magic trick. I was breathing hard, trying to relax and hold on. I hadn’t lost control, but it had been damn close.
“Oh my god, Maria, you’re fucking amazing,” I managed to gasp, looking down at her in wonder. I’m not small, well over seven inches, but she had made me disappear with no trouble at all. Hell, she’d been showing off.
“Maybe you should call me ma’am,” she said, smirking, and returned her attention to my glistening hard-on. She started at my balls, holding me against my stomach and licking me from bottom to tip repeatedly in long, slow laps. I was mesmerized, but there were her boobs, hanging like ripe melons in a summer rain.
I reached down and lifted one, rubbing my thumb around her sensitive areola. She moaned approval and I caressed the other, both hands full as she took me back in and swirled her tongue around my slit. We stayed like that for a minute, her nursing my tip while I tried to distract myself by watching two of her fingers enter her vagina with a soft, wet sound. It wasn’t a very good distraction, and I could feel myself getting close, thighs and butt beginning to flex as my orgasm built.
She felt it and pulled off, her hands replacing mine on her chest.
“You need to cum, don’t you, Danny?” I nodded deliriously, overwhelmed. “Do you want me to fuck you with my big titties? Let you cover them with your fat load?”
I groaned, and she grabbed the new bottle, pouring a long stream of clear liquid all over herself. Her already wet skin was shining now, and I looked to the incredible piece of jewelry she was wearing.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? A gift from Paul to try and apologize for screwing that slut secretary of his. He begged me to wear it while we fucked, but I never let him.” Damn. I was never going to tell Leo about any of this, but I definitely wouldn’t be mentioning that detail.
With a shrug, she lifted her soft globes with both hands and let them fall onto my shaft. I was engulfed, my swollen tip playing peek a boo as she squeezed them together and started pumping.
My back arched at the sight and feel of those world class tits about to pull me over the edge.
“Oh honey, are my big fat titties gonna make you cum?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grunted, feeling my balls mashing against her wrists, priming me like a pump. She beamed, pleased with me.
“Are you going to cover these tits with your sticky cum? You going to drain your balls on my necklace, live out my husband’s biggest fantasy?” Jesus christ. She was holding her nipples tight, using the grip to keep me snug.
“Yes, ma’am. Please, ma’am.”
“You’re going to cum all over your friend’s slutty mommy, hon. Tomorrow you’re going to see me at the breakfast nook with Leo, and all you’ ll be able to think about is what his mommy looked like with your cock between her fat mommy tits.” It was too much.
I busted, ropes of cum shooting out of me in thick squirts. She slowed but kept pumping as I actually did coat the necklace in semen. She was giggling, loving every second if it.
My jizz kept going, four, five, six, seven cumshots, oozing between her heaving tits, the slick friction prolonging my orgasm. She was covered from collarbone to nipples. As my climax subsided she bent and bottomed put on me again, causing my balls to spasm from the ovestimulation, who knows how much additional cum disappearing down her throat. I shook, body so rigid it felt like I was being electrocuted.
She deepthroated me until I relaxed, then stood. I watched, body slack on the bench, as she lifted each boob one by one and licked them clean, savoring my cum like it was delicious frosting. She was incredible, like nothing I’d ever seen.
“Oh my god. Holy shit, that was…unbelievable. No one’s ever made me feel like that.” Sucking up one last thick wad of semen from around her left nipple, she sat next to me, spreading her legs and placing her bare feet up on the bench.
“That was for this morning,” she said. “The second one is for me. Why don’t we see if you know how to return the favor.” Her hand was back on her clit, rubbing the tiny nub, her pussy fully exposed. I got the message and took my place between her legs.
Luckily I’d had some recent experience in this department. A very nice girl at school had been kind enough to teach me some tricks, patiently coaching me until I’d been able to reward her lessons with multiple orgasms. I said a silent thank you to Julie, wherever she was.
Maria’s pussy was beautiful, plump vulva surrounding a pink vagina, her clit standing out above a very tight looking hole. I put my hands on her inner thighs and squeezed with gentle pressure, spreading her wide for me. Gently kissing her bald lips, I worked around, briefly teasing her before I began licking her clitoris in short, soft slurps. Maria sighed with contentment, relaxing back. Evidently I was doing OK.
I kept up a steady, insistent rhythm, letting some spit dribble onto her to add lubrication. Not that she needed any, her pussy was soaking, and not from the shower. I tasted her on my tongue, salty sweet with a hint of some fruit, maybe raspberry.
She was getting into it now, her hips moving against me, asking me to increase the pressure through her needy body language. Two of my fingers went to her hole, massaging as I continued to maintain my steady pace on her clit.
She was ready, and I slipped them in, immediately curling up to find the pebbled, sensitive area, stimulating her g-spot with the same steady, insistent pattern I’d already established. High pitched cries of pleasure filled the tiled room, and she ground into my hand, seeking her release.
“Dont stop, honey. Please don’t stop.” I had no plans to ever stop, and moments later I couldn’t have anyway as she clamped around my fingers like a vise, cumming into my mouth in a wave of hot liquid. My face was covered in her now and I licked my lips, letting her ride my fingers until she was satisfied, allowing them to slip out as she reached down to caress my face.
“You’re very talented, young man. My lord. I don’t remember too many men who knew how to do that when I was in college.”
“I’ve never made anyone squirt before,” I said. She smiled indulgently.
“You were close, honey. But dick is the only thing that turns me into a real fountain.” She looked down between my knees with a knowing look. I was hard again. I hadn’t even noticed while concentrating on getting Maria off.
“Come on, stud muffin. Come up here and let me sit on that thing.” I leaped to my feet and she laughed again, appreciating my youthful enthusiasm.
I sat and then slid down, leaving my hips off the bench to give her room to mount me. I’d seen it in a porno. She swung her leg over and lined herself up, spreading herself as she lowered onto me.
Her fat lips parted around my head and I felt myself push into her tight warmth. Her pussy felt like hot cream as she worked onto me, letting out a guttural moan as she took my whole cock.
Her breasts began to bounce as she moved, taking me in short pumps that kept me buried deep. I enjoyed the show, bracing my legs and letting her get used to my girth. She had her hands clasped behind her head, lifting her chest and giving me an awe inspiring view of her tits. There was still some of my cum stuck to the bottom of the right one, so I gathered it up and rubbed it onto her clit.
She watched me, biting her lip as I teased the glob of semen around her button, moving her wide hips in slow circles.
“I had my tubes tied fifteen years ago, honey. You put as much cum in me as you want.” It was all I needed to hear.
I started to thrust up into her, watching as her pussy gripped my shaft like a fitted glove, clinging to my thick penis with slick suction. It was a good thing I had just cum, because I wouldn’t have lasted thirty seconds otherwise. As it was I was feeling confident. She felt incredible, but I was ready to turn the tables and show her she wasn’t the only one who knew how to fuck around here.
She gasped as I started up, her hands going to my chest and digging in her nails. I felt her juicy milf ass clapping against my thighs, felt my balls slapping back.
Her eyes were closed, concentrating as she matched my steady rhythm. We stayed like that for a few minutes, her hair falling loose as our love making became more primal. I was taking her rough now, using my full force to slam into her. She collapsed onto my chest, letting me own her with my cock, panting into my ear.
“Uh, uh, uh ,uh, fuck, honey, uh, you’re going to make me, uh, cum, uh, so, uh, hard.” She cried out, loud, and bit my shoulder. Her pussy clamped around me and she was cumming, this time unleashing a stream of hot squirt that soaked both of us, splashing off my chest to cover her tits, streaming down around my balls in rivers of pussy juice. She was limp in my arms, letting me pound her right through her orgasm, crying “Ah! Ah! Ah!” over and over.
Finally I relented and she sat up, grinding on me in a reflexive attempt to keep her climax going. My hands went to her ass and I spanked her, causing her eyes to ignite.
“If you want to spank me, you’re gonna have to wait for another time. That’s going to get me really worked up, and I have to get to bed.” She winked. “Tennis with the girls early.”
Intrigued, I went to spank her again anyway but she caught my hand.
“I’m serious, Danny, you have no idea what kind of trouble you’re going to start acting like that. Now why don’t you bend me over and fuck your load into me like a good boy.”
My curiosity was definitely piqued, but I wasn’t about to argue with a woman who wanted me to finish in her from behind. I stood up and she put her hands on the wall, wiggling her thick ass, making it jiggle. I could see her hole now, a tight pucker between her plump cheeks, but she was right. That was for another day.
I stepped up and pressed myself into her as she arched, giving me a perfect angle. She exhaled sharply, still sensitive, and I started to pump her from behind, watching as her ass moved in waves against my hips like jello. I was getting close now, desperate to paint her walls with my seed. I put one leg up on the bench to get leverage and gripped her tits with both hands, using them as leverage to pull her back onto me.
“Fuck yes, honey, take me how you want it. Make this slutty mommy your little mommy whore.” There was that word again. I came into her, emptying myself as deep as I could, hand moving up to lightly grip her throat, the diamond necklace sharp in my hand. I felt her spasm on me again, less intense this time, aftershocks of her squirting orgasm amplified by my dominant grip around her suntanned neck.
We slumped together, panting and sweating in the humidity, fingers clasping in an intimate acknowledgement. She stood, letting me slip out of her, turning to give me a peck on the cheek. I grabbed her face, bringing her back to me, tongue searching along her lips. There was a brief touch, our tongues flicking together for an instant before she pushed me away, giving my ass a playful slap.
“Alright big boy, don’t get ahead of yourself.” It was hard not to be bold now that I’d made her cum at least twice. She turned off the shower and opened the door, releasing a cloud of steam as she grabbed two big, fluffy towels.
“Can we do that again, Maria?” I asked, rubbing myself dry. She was so beautiful, naked and relaxed, and I soaked in the sight of the body I’d come to know so much better over the last half hour. She looked up, a wry expression on her lovely face.
“Let’s just say I should take your number, just so I have an emergency contact for Leo.”
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