She is so hot. She is so hot. She is SO HOT.

Like seriously, what do I even do?

I’m sure the answer here is nothing, just do nothing.

But like fuck sake, this woman is a such a snack.

She does not look old enough to have an adult child! I am wishing I had met her someplace else so I could fuck her and then go “oooooh dude, I had no idea she was your ma.”

Holy fucking shit.

Ok so, from the beginning: I am 26 years old. I met James, who is 23 I think, about four years ago at the bouldering gym we both go to and we became quick friends. I’m a weird mix of introvert/extrovert as far as hobbies are concerned and I never had a friend who liked ALL the things I do. What I mean is: if you invite me out to a nightclub or to a Magic, the Gathering championship, either way I’m in. I’ve spend a few days camping and I’ve spent a few days on cons like Games Done Quick type shit and I enjoy them both equally. Most people I know either like one or the other so I have very separate friend groups to each of those hobbies.

Until I met Jim. This man is like my hobby-personality-sense of humour soulmate, for real.

I love that guy, he is a brother to me and yeah, four years is not that long, but we made it count. We’ve both been through some shit and we helped each other through it. I had some really serious family stuff going on and he had my back. He was going too deep in an abusive relationship with a chick who was using him for everything but parts and I had his back. He is my guy, you know?

But, until recently, I never met his mom.

I knew his dad died when he was a kid and his mom raised them. She lives far away and he never talks much about her so I just assumed there were some issues there. At first, I thought it was money because he once mentioned she is kinda loaded and self made. So I thought maybe she was one of those parents who has it all and tells the kids to go fuck themselves, right? Like “I built myself from nothing, go do the same.” But no.

Turns out she paid for his (and his sister’s) whole education. She also bought the apartment he lives in with his current girlfriend (sweet girl, not the abusive one, that bitch is gone) and his first car and stuff. James has a decent job making good money for his experience, he doesn’t like to dip his hand in the family cookie jar, but he once said his mom told him that if he ever needed anything to go to her. Like even if he is feeling too proud and doesn’t want to ask for help, she said she would “lend” him money, if that made him feel better, you know? Like “take a loan from me and not from a bank” type of mentality. Apparently she is just scared of her kids going into debt and she raised them to be financially careful.

Sounds like solid parenting to me.

But maybe she was a distant mom?

No. He has a few stories of her being awesome, loving and caring. She is not originally from the country we live in and when their dad died, she didn’t have a lot of money yet and had a chance to move back home with her kids. She turned it down and stayed in a country with virtually zero back up just to keep her kids close to their friends and the life they knew.

Like… very solid parenting, right?

So why doesn’t this man talk about his mother?

Whatever, none of my business. And, to be honest, I never spend THAT much time thinking about it. It was odd but it was also whatever.

So Jim gets engaged to Sophia (that’s the sweet girl) and they set up a trip for her to go meet Mrs. Sollis (that’s Jim’s mom) because they’ve been dating for two years and she still hasn’t met the mother-in-law.

Soph is very shy and self-conscious so she is nervous over meeting the mother-in-law because that is already a pretty stressful experience even when you’re not meeting her for the first time after dating her son for years without so much as a hello. Not her fault though. Jimmy was the one keeping his mom at arm’s length.

Anyway, Mrs. Sollis lives in a huge farm-like property with its own lake or something and is a bit of a recluse. One thing led to another and instead of going alone with Soph, Jim invited a bunch of us to go along.

At first, it was just gonna be Soph’s parents and her sisters (you know, as ice breakers, so she could relax), but one of them dates one of our friends and… you know. Long story short we were all invited. Jim didn’t seem thrilled about it, but he was doing it for his girl.

The guys start joking around a bit that maybe Mrs. Sollis is some weird hippie living alone in the woods and maybe that was why Jim kept her hidden, you know? Because he was ashamed of her looks or something.

But like a week before the trip, we were all at a bar and Jim goes: “I don’t want any of you fuckers hitting on my mom.” We laughed it off because it was CLEARLY meant as a joke. Or so I really fucking thought.

One of our friends, Jesse, has been known to date older women, so I thought maybe it was a joke at his expense.

Then we head down there. It’s a lovely trip, we are a tight friend group. Fun & Great.

Until we get there.

So we park the cars and there is this woman waiting at the driveway.

My brothers and sisters in Christ, this was the most ridiculously beautiful woman I have ever seen outside of Hollywood and may God take away my left nut if I am lying.

She was really slim, but every curve was hitting it just right. I think whoever invented the hourglass used her body as an inspiration.

She was wearing those riding pants, you know? The really tight ones that show every inch of body. Some black riding boots up to her knees and a long sleeved shirt.

She had a really thick and long black hair in a high pony tail.

And her face!

Fucking hell, I know lately everyone seems to be getting some sort of cosmetic intervention to the point where so many women look the same and that is becoming the new norm for pretty. Mrs. Sollis wasn’t like that, but she was still beautiful. This natural beauty with imperfections, yes, but it just worked? Like, A LOT.

And fuck my life, this woman looks like she is in her mid thirties. Maybe late thirties, but that would be pushing it. So I see her waiting by the driveway and I’m thinking she is someone who works here, right?

I’m cautiously checking her out because she is hot and I am a straight male who is alive.

Then she hugs Jim with a huge smile saying “my boy” and I’m like UH?

Not just me, by the by! I’m pretty sure there was a collective gasp going on, but the funniest part was that she hugged Jim making us understand that she was the mom, and EVERY men in the group was just quietly exchanging a look. You know the look. Even Sophia’s dad was in on it. We all just looked at each other, in utter silence and it was like we were the founding fathers of the bro code. Like we were collectively acknowledging that:

1 - This woman was hot as all fucks and that

2 - None of us would ever utter a single fucking word about it

Soph’s mom was confused when greeting her and said “you don’t look old enough to have an adult son!” and this hot woman just dead ass laughs and says she is 45 years old to which all of us gives our own personal rendition of “no fucking way.”

And that’s the story of how I went from being the guy who didn’t think THAT much about Jim’s issue with his mom and whatever, to being the guy who could not fucking stop thinking about that woman.

It’s very difficult being a man. I feel like women have it easy in that regard.

When my gender (straight or bi ones at least) sees a hot woman, our monkey brains take over and we do not stand a fighting chance. It’s like: banana good, ass better on repeat.

She was very sweet and polite.

She had a lovely voice, an adorable giggle and tits that made me want to kneel and cry.

She shook my hand when greeting me and said “Oh, so you’re Alex, I heard the stories!” And I’m thinking: Great! You were prepared for this! Wish you son had granted me the same courtesy.

So we go in, this place is like a fancy lake house on steroids. Mrs. Sollis is rich, no doubt there. And she has excellent taste. Everything is modern but cozy. She has enough rooms for everybody but some of us have to share. I end up in a room with Jesse and Brandon which is cool, I suppose.

The place is amazing, the lake is right in front of the house and I would have a had a great couple of summer weeks if not for the nightmare that followed.

People wanted to go for a swim and sure, we go.

So out walks Mrs. Sollis, wearing a bikini instead of the riding pants. And the worst part is that she was wearing clothes over the bikini, like a long beach skirt and a summer shirt. And you may say “Nah, Alex, that’s not that bad! It would be worse if she was wearing nothing but the fucking bikini, right?”

And no. No, my friend. That would not be worse.

Because now all I’m doing is staring at her wondering when the skirt and shirt will come off so I can check out her body.

I am wearing sunglasses as a survival mechanism, because if I take them off and James sees how intently I’m drooling over the woman who gave him life, he might just take mine.

I keep to myself. I alternate between whispering a prayer and curse word, and I can tell some of the guys can relate.

But the day progresses and there were times there when I almost felt like I was safe. Mrs. Sollis seemed to be wearing the bikini out of etiquette only and not really be willing to swim, so that was nice.

I begin to take control back from the monkey brain. BAD monkey. Stop thinking about ass.

I focus on my friends. We chat. We swim. It’s like a Coca-Cola ad in here.

Mrs. Sollis takes my glass and asks me if I want another drink. She calls me honey. She smells like lemons and that really cozy sex you have when you wake up on a sunday with morning wood.

Seriously: “Do you want more, honey?”

Yes, baby, I do want more. What do you have?

I give her the most smitten reply of “Uhhh, yes, please, thank you.”

She smiles like she could pat my head and I’m thinking I could call her mommy. I could make that work.

Then Jim makes some joke and calls my attention making me feel this pit of dread, guilt and shame in my stomach.

So much dread.

So much guilt.

So much shame.

But Mrs. Sollis takes off her clothes and all other feelings pale in comparison to my boner-to-be. I guess she did want to swim after all.

She is wearing that bikini like she wants men everywhere to thrust their hips into the air until they impregnate the wind.

I bite my lip because I am trying SO fucking hard not to say a thing, but I hear a “holy fuck” to my left and I think maybe not every man was as strong as I was.

The day is horrible.

By the time we get to bed, I have to jerk off in a room I’m sharing with two dudes.

And before you say “Oh, but you don’t HAVE to”, let me say “Oh, honey, but I do.”

I spent the entire day HAVING to jerk off and by the time the sun sets my balls are screaming bloody murder and my cock is giving me an ultimatum worthy of a needy girlfriend. Either I give it some attention or it’s leaving me.

So I wait as long as I can. Brandon and Jesse are snoring and have you ever tried to wank it to some men snoring? Not the most lustful of background noises but Mrs. Sollis really is that fucking hot.

I close my yes and pretend she is there with me. We’d have to keep quiet not to wake anyone and oh my God, I’d fuck her so good.

What happens next is the most furious beating of my meat, it was so rough I felt like I owe my dick an apology after I was done.

The next two days are not better.

Because, you see, she is interesting.

She is funny, she is smart, she is well-read.

And suddenly I understand why James has been hiding her.

She looks THIS fine at 45, can you imagine what she looked like 10 years ago when he was a teenager? And, more importantly: when all his male friends were hitting puberty?

This poor kid.

His house must have been the go-to spot for every one of his friends and that woman must have been responsible for the sexual awakening of all teenage boys in a hundred-mile radius.

The jokes he must have heard.

The bullying.

Granted, it still doesn’t explain why he kept her at such a distance even from his own fiancée, but I’m starting to paint a picture here.

And Mrs. Sollis is slightly oblivious. Either that or she fakes it really well. She doesn’t dress provocatively. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t smile like she knows she is hot.

None of that.

She is just quiet. Almost shy.

I don’t think she has a boyfriend or he would be here.

On the third day we go on a hike and the group is spread out because we all have different speeds. I’m used to outdoor adventures and I think so is Mrs. Sollis because we end up being front of the line, with quite a distance between us and the rest.

And I know I should behave.

I know she is Jim’s mom.

But fuck me, she is so pretty.

She smiled and I couldn’t help myself. Have you ever wondered what a woman tastes like to the point where you are constantly course correcting? She just had pancakes for breakfast so her tongue must taste of honey right now. She took a sip of a mimosa and I could use a kiss that tastes of champagne and OJ. Some of that and a lick of her sweat and I’m golden.

I started flirting with her before I realized what I was doing and, in my defense, I don’t think she quite picked up on it, so I was mostly safe.

The day is warm but there is a chill breeze making the whole hike really comfortable.

She sweats a little bit and never before have I been so interested in drops of sweat making their way down someone’s cleavage.

I tell her about a mountain I climbed but I’m trying to make it sound sexy and mysterious, you know. So I go like: “It’s an amazing feeling. Being alone with nature like that, everything else just fades away. And after some time the mountain itself starts to feel like a person, you know? Like a living being.” I keep my voice low. I keep my rhythm lazy. I am trying to make her think of sex just like she unintentionally did me. “It’s like you can feel the earth pulsating under your feet. Every wall of rock you need to climb feels like a hug when you are trying to find your way up. The sun on your tired skin is like a warm touch. Even the wind feels like a whisper.”

I wet my lips waiting to see her reaction.

Mrs. Sollis widens her eyes and there is some mocking in the way she looks at me.

“That sounds very… erotic. Did you make love to the mountain?” She doesn’t sound rude when she laughs. It’s the opposite. She sounds very sweet so I’m laughing too because I’ve been made.

“Hey, I enjoy nature.”

“I can tell.” She makes me sound like a perv and I laugh some more. “I’m not trying to make fun of you, kid. I’ve climbed the Guillero also but I had a vastly different experience.”

Kid.

See what she did there?

She killed my cock is what she did.

“There were so many bugs on that climb I had to make a trail of vaseline around my sleeping bag at night to try to keep them off me while I slept.” She chuckles.

“Why did you have vaseline?”

She smiles a little before saying.

“For my hands.”

“Oh, right…”

“So that mountain felt like a person alright and it was an asshole.”

“I didn’t know you were a climber. What was your favourite one? The one you’d recommend the most?”

“Everest.” She doesn’t skip a beat.

“Booooo. That’s pedestrian as fuck!”

“NoNoNoNo!” She jumps around as I shame her and she is so cute I want to bite every piece of her.

“Yes, shame on you. Weeks long climb to go look at trash at the top.” I mock her more because I want to see her jump around again.

“People think like that because whenever you mention Everest, they think about the summit. And yeah, summiting Everest is lame. There is a queue, there’s trash, depending on weather conditions you don’t even see much. But there is a whole ass climb before you summit, you know? You’re on that mountain for two months.” She shrugs. “In your words…” She gives me a little smirk. “Everyone is focused on the orgasm, but foreplay is fun.”

She did it better that me, didn’t she?

Cause now I’m thinking about sex.

Yeah.

Fuck.

And that would have been fine if it felt like flirting, but it doesn’t. She was not flirting with me at all. She was casually talking and she quickly moves on to something else.

That night I jerk off thinking about fucking her on a climb, under the stars.

I don’t know if there is a limit to how many times you can wank it to the same woman before you make a move.

Four. Four times is the limit to how many times you can wank it to the same woman before you make a move. I know that because the next day, I can’t hold it in anymore.

She is cleaning the grill after our barbecue and I step out to help her.

“You’re very hands on. Don’t you have staff to do this? And staff to watch them do it?”

“I don’t mind. And I don’t want you kids worrying about it.”

“You keep calling us kids.” I walk very close until I can smell her citric perfume.

“That is what you are.”

“I’m a 27 year old man.” 26 actually, but my birthday is coming up!

“I’m a mother, it’s very hard for me to see you lot as anything other than kids!”

“I wish you could try.” I stand very close as she finishes her clean up. “It’s a little offensive.”

“Oh!” That worries her. She turns to me with apology on her face. “I’m sorry, Alex, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“It’s alright. It’s just…” I get very close. “I don’t like it when beautiful women only see me as a kid.”

I look at her.

No more words.

Just some silence now to drive it home.

She looks up at me and for the first time since we arrived she understands exactly what I’m doing.

At this moment I am waiting for one of two things to happen.

Option A: She is game. She will smile, flirt back and I’m in.

Option B: She is not game. She will scold me, shame me and we’ll both have to pretend this never happened.

I never considered Option C. Unfortunately that’s the one she goes for.

She opens her mouth like she is about to say something but nothing comes out.

She blushes.

Hard.

She gulps.

She drops the metal brush for the grill-cleaning and confuses herself trying to pick it back up.

“If you’ll excuse me.” She breathes a little hard and runs out of there.

Ok.

She wasn’t expecting this.

And I… Like, I understand her not expecting her son’s friend to hit on her, but it almost felt like she wasn’t expecting a man to hit on her. Ever.

She cannot possibly think she isn’t hot.

It is not possible.

Sure, she can have minor insecurity issues, everyone does. But she would have to be blind and clinically insane to not think herself beautiful.

So this isn’t about self esteem.

Only one option left.

Inexperience.

It’s been a while since she had someone.

Question is… how big of a while?

And why?

Like… WHY?

You know?

And I should have left it alone! I should! I know!

But I didn’t.

I low key flirt with her all day. I’m always smiling a little too much. Finding excuses to touch her hair, her waist, her back. I whisper whenever it’s just the two of us and she does try to keep me away, but I’m getting to her.

I can tell by the way she blushes. By the way she stammers whenever she is trying to talk to me. Bythe way I catch her looking at me when my shirt is off like she is allowing herself to notice how good I look for the very first time.

At one point I smell her hair and her nipples go so hard in that bikini she needs to put her shirt back on to hide them.

That night, I’m paying attention to her moves like a hawk. Everyone goes to bed and I go roaming in the dark because I have a feeling she is still up. I find her in the kitchen with all the lights turned off, except a really soft one in the corner.

I startle her.

“Hey, kid. Do you need something?”

That kid is intentional.

Very very very.

“I couldn’t sleep. I think I’m hungry.”

“Do you want me to make you a sandwich?”

“Thank you.”

“What do you like?”

“Whatever you make?”

I stand right behind her while she works.

“Can you get the lights?” She stutters.

“No, this is fine. We can see.” I keep my voice low. “Am I making you nervous, Mrs. Sollis?”

She takes a deep breath and drops the knife she was using to spread some peanut butter on a slice of bread. I can tell she is impatient by the way she scratches her forehead.

She is not short, but I’m tall enough that her head is about the same height as my chin. She has to look up to scold me but I am close enough to change her mind.

Her hands are on my shirt.

Her lips are open just enough to let me know she is panting.

“Alex, what are you doing?”

“Getting in trouble.” I tell her. I pinch her chin to tilt her head back so I can kiss her.

She tastes like honey. And champagne. And oranges. And a citric perfume during early morning sex. I really wish I could say that kiss felt mediocre and underwhelming, making me realize I was kissing some old lady, but fuck sake… what a kiss! She puts just the tip of her tongue out and I suck on it. A violent shiver runs down my spine. I am holding her face in my hands and pressing her between my body and whatever the fuck is behind her.

“We… we shouldn’t.”

“Do you not want to?” I ask, caressing her cheek with my nose because she still has a firm grip on my shirt.

“I… I…”

“Easy yes or no question, gorgeous. You either want this…” I kiss her neck. “Or you don’t.” I bite it. She moans a little and I am so fucking in!

“You’re a kid.” She gasps.

“I’m a 27 year old man.” I moan on her neck. “I have my own place. I pay my bills. I have a job. A cat. Insurances.” I run my teeth on her skin. “I have a lawyer. An accountant. And I fucked women until they were screaming my name. You want me to show you?”

“Alex.” She is out of breath. “T-this is wrong.”

“Not what I asked.” I hold her face and give her a wet fucking kiss. We are licking each other’s tongues in the darkness of her kitchen. My cock is fully prepared and I am pinning her hard enough that she can tell. “Do you want me to stop?” I bite her year.

“Jim… Jim would…” Every sound out of her lips taste of agony.

“He doesn’t have to know. No one has to know.”

“I shouldn’t.” She says, grabbing on to my shirt.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She doesn’t answer it.

Her eyes keep rolling back whenever my lips come close.

“How long has it been, Kate?” I whisper. “How long since you fucked someone?”

“Too long.” She admits it.

“Thought so.”

“You’re too young. You’re Jim’s friend.” She panics.

“Alright, how about we don’t have sex? We don’t have to.”

“I can feel your dick, you know?”

“I know.” I laugh on her cheek.

“So forgive me if I don’t believe you don’t want sex.”

“I never said I didn’t want it. I said we didn’t have to.” I keep tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth. “How about we just enjoy each other’s company? Hm? Nothing wrong about that.”

I rub my dick on her and Kate is moaning like a sweet little whore.

She must be so wet.

She must be so fucking wet.

She is dressed for bed, which means she is wearing sweatpants and a light shirt. No bra. No nothing.

I put my hands on her waist.

“Why?” She asks me. “Why do you want this? You can have a woman your age.”

“Sure.” I say, my fingers sliding between her shirt and her skin, making their way up.

My fingertips brush on the bottom of her tits and I turn her around so I can rub my dick on her ass. This also makes it easier for me to grab her tits and that is where I’m heading.

I take her hair out of the way so I kiss her neck. Her hair is beautiful. It’s thick enough to roll around my fist and use as a leash.

I start feasting on her neck. On her ear. I am covering this woman with my saliva and she is trying to protest.

“This is a bad idea. I... We should… You know?” She can’t keep her mind in place. Her eyes are closed. She keeps trying to rationalize it. She mentions my age, her fear of getting caught and claims that this makes no sense. I just reply with muffled “m-hm” and “sure” every now and then as I keep eating her neck.

She is moving her hips, rubbing her ass on me and that gets me going so fucking good.

I hold on to her hips, guiding her movement.

I’m gonna shove my cock in this pussy.

I’m gonna shove my cock in this ass.

“I could tell your nipples were going hard earlier.” I tell her. “When I was smelling your hair by the pool… did that turn you on? A 27 year old sinking his nose in your hair so he could smell your perfume? So he could get hard on it? So he could jerk his cock every night pretending you were riding it?”

“Oh my God.” Is all she says.

“What’s the matter, Katie? The men you’ve had don’t talk to you like this? Do they not tell you how fucking hot you are? How much agony you put their dicks through?”

“Shut up.” She cries, her hasty fingers are looking for my lips trying to physically shut me up, but all they find is my grin.

I put my hands inside her shirt.

My touch slowly going up. Climbing her skin like a mountain. Enjoying the journey, right? Just like she said.

“Do you want my hands going up or going down? Because I know you don’t want them going away. Up or down, Katie?”

She throws her arms back over head so she can grab my hair. Her tits perk up.

“Up.” She gasps.

Fat fucking tits.

Natural and bouncing.

Filling my hands until there is flesh slipping through my fingers.

I squeeze them hard before rolling her nipples in my pinch and I don’t care how good the climb was, baby, the summit is the reason for all that effort.

“Fuck.”

I rub my cock harder against her ass. My moans might be a little loud because she shushes me, shoving her fingers on my mouth again and I bite them. I lick them. I suck om them. Then I bite her shoulder while my cock aggressivelly feels the entire curve of her ass.

There you go, buddy. That’s what you’ve been dying for for days, isn’t it?

I play with her nipples, brushing my nose on the back of her neck like a cat looking for cuddles.

Her nails scratch my scalp.

I grab as much of her tits as I can in both my hands, then I press my fingers very hard, pulling them out, letting her tit escape my grip until only the nipples are remaining. I rub those like I’m trying to help her with an itch and Kate moans, drooling and about to cum.

I hold her jaw. She is drooling.

So pretty.

So lost in her lust.

I lick the saliva slipping through her lips.

This woman has not seen cock in a very long time.

I’d wager she hasn’t felt a touch besides her own in a very long time. Because I’m grabbing her tits, lightly slapping them, scratching her nipples like they have lotto awards underneath and she starts to find the kind of pleasure that people usually stumble upon when rubbing a clit.

Her gasps get louder. She is pushing her ass against my cock and I think we both hate her sweatpants. And mine, for that matter.

I really think I could cum just massaging her tits, but it would feel like a waste.

“Can I go down, now?” I whisper.

She grabs my thigh and her nails hurt me.

“Say yes, Katie. Say yes.” I shove my tongue in her ear and she nods. I would love to be all cool and mysterious. Sliding my hands down her stomach like a dance, like a tease. Slow. Patient. Until I was close enough to her clit to drive her insane. I would love for her to spread her legs begging for my touch and I would have a lot of fun denying her just for a minute. Just to watch her sweat and squirm.

Alas, I am not that strong.

My cock is throbbing like it’s about to stroke.

So when she nods I rush for that pussy like it’s the last spot on the Arc. She has a little bit of hair and I play with it just before spreading her pussy lips with one hand so I can fuck her with the other.

I touch her clit and she loses it. The muscles on her stomach contract folding her in half. She snaps her thighs shut and her moans are getting loud enough that she needs to bite her fingers.

There’s still some drool seeping out of that bite and I want to bury my cock in this woman until her insides are shaped after me.

But I said no sex.

Which was a lie because this is sex. Kind of. But I meant penetration and I think she got that.

Specially because as I am putting one finger inside her pussy, the most wonderful thing happens… she puts her arms behind her back so she can reach inside my sweatpants. She hold my dick in her closed fist and now I’m the one being folded in half.

“Holy shit.” I bite her ear.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes please.

Oh, yes thank you.

Her handjob is fucking passionate. She strokes my cock and she means it. Nothing is done half way. Nothing is done “just because.” She wanks me because she really fucking want to and I can feel that in her grip.

Rubbing my whole length.

From my balls to my tip.

Milking me for all my worth.

“Fuck, Katie. Yeah, right there.” I cry on her ear, rubbing her clit with my thumb while my two middle fingers fuck her pussy.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She moans very low, but I can hear her with my cock.

I am not exactly quiet during sex so I am moaning in her ear. Heavy growls. Hard breathing. Hoarse pleads.

She likes it.

I can tell she likes it.

She’s been wet since my first touch, but this is getting ridiculous. There is so much pussy juice overflowing from this woman’s body. It falls on my hand, soaking my palm. It streams down her thighs tainting her sweatpants.

But it’s hard to think about anything else when she is stroking my cock this good.

She squeezes it just right.

“Faster.” I tell her and there she goes. Stroking it. Faster. Faster. Squeezing harder. I fuck her fist while my fingers fuck her pussy.

I have to pull her back to stop her from being folded again.

The way she is biting her fingers worry me that it will leave a mark.

And then I’ll see it tomorrow and go hard just remembering this.

She holds the hand attacking her pussy and I her muscles are tightening around my fingers. She is ready.

She’s going to explode.

She didn’t ask for it to be harder or faster, but that’s what I give her.

She mirrors my violence on her pussy having her payback on my cock.

I bite her shoulder again because I am also about to explode.

“Are you gonna cum on my hand?” I whisper. “Are you gonna cum to my fingers? Still think I’m not a man?” I growl when she reaches the edge of her climax. “Hm? Answer me.”

“You’re a man.” She moans. “You’reamanYou’reamanYou’reaman.” She repeats it in the same rhythm of my finger fucking and I know she is just about over that edge.

“Stroke my dick, Katie. Stroke it, gorgeous. Stroke it.”

She rubs it in her fist and that is one sweet handjob. I’m just about there. I’m just about done.

Her pussy squeezes my fingers.

My balls take that one final breath before unloading.

Katie cums and, when she does, her grip on my cock becomes the picture of agony. She holds it tight and angry, like she means to rip it away when she jerks me off. It’s her passion. It’s her violence. It’s her absolute surrender to her own genuine pleasure.

Best fucking handjob I ever got.

“Fuck.” I run out of air in the middle of the word with this delicious woman cumming around my fingers while holding on to my cock for dear life. That is one powerful grip on my dick and I cream all over her delicate fingers.

I feel the relief of orgasm on my wary balls that have been quietly enduring the all the horny of the last few days.

My balls go empty.

They go light.

They are numb and tickling.

My sweatpants is all filled with cum and Katie is still jerking me off. Lighter now. Slower. I can hear the sounds of load on skin as she rubs me. Just like I can hear the sounds of pussy juice when I caress her throbbing, tired pussy.

She is desperately breathing.

I make sure she won’t fall down.

I give her a little kiss on the jaw.

“Oh God.” Is all she can say. “I…”

We hear steps coming down the stairs and we both rush to make sure we are proper. I put my shirt back in place and she does the same. I check my sweatpants and she does the same. We are checking our own hairs when Bradon walks in looking sleepy as fuck.

“Hey, sorry. Just getting some water. What are you doing?

“I… I was hungry. Mrs. Sollis was kind enough to make me a sandwich.” I pick up the PB&J she made me.

She nods with a silent smile before saying “good night, kids.”

Kids.

She turns to me just as she was leaving the kitchen because she knows I heard it and I didn’t approve.

She gulps and hurries out of there.

I wave a bye to Brandon who is still getting water and I take a bite of my sandwich.

I take a bite.

Here’s the thing… I just had my fingers in a her pussy for a really long fucking time. My whole hand is covered in her honey.

So when I take a bite on that sandwich take a wild fucking guess to what’s the only thing I can smell.

And of course she smells amazing. So now I’m licking my fingers and smelling them raw.

“Hey man, are you ok?” Brandon asks me.

No. No, I’m not.

“Yeah, I’m ok.” I smile.

But I’m not ok.

I am cosmically fucked.