stormed my way over to Andrew's desk. I had enough.
"What the fuck is your deal, man? Why do you have it out for me?" I gestured my hand towards my desk. Sitting in the middle was my textbook, with a piece of gum wedged between two of the pages. Andrew smirked and looked back at me.
"No idea what you're talking about," he retorted. Hardly even hiding what he did. In his hand was the same packet of gum he had used. I liked to think some people could be reasoned with, but Andrew tested that idea to its limit.
"These textbooks are expensive, man! How the hell am I supposed to get it out?" I waved my arms at him, but he just gave his usual dumb smirk. I was struck with violent thoughts. Thoughts of lifting up my heavy textbook and bashing in his head with it. Thoughts of stomping him into the pavement. Thoughts that I'd even be justified in doing so. But I wasn't the type to pick fights, and I definitely wasn't the type to resort to violence.
The bell rang, and I started the long walk to the bus stop down the road. Being 18 in the last year of high school is always the hardest. You're so tantalising close to it all being over, but there's still that final stretch to go. I had a bright future lined up and an early acceptance letter for a great university. But such things didn't exactly make my current situation any easier. Four days out of five I had to spend in the same class with Andrew. And four days out of five, I hated my life.
As I walked to the bus stop, I passed a small, bright blue SUV, and in it I saw a woman who looked to be in her mid to late forties. Despite the lines on her face, she was quite a beautiful woman. I tried my best not to stare, but as I walked past, her eyes met mine, and I quickly directed them back towards the ground. I felt like a creep for checking out what was likely someone's mom. But that wouldn't be the end of our encounter.
"Hey! Are you in my son's class?" I spun around back at the car, and lo and behold, the woman now had her head stuck halfway out the window, directed towards me. I paused for a few seconds in an attempt to compose myself before finally replying.
"Who is he?" I asked back. The lady lit up, as if I were the first to actually offer to help her.
"He's about your height, dark hair? His name is Andrew." I could feel my heart plummet into my stomach. I didn't want to tell this lady I knew her son in any capacity.
"I'm in his class... why?"
"Do you know where he is? He won't answer his phone." I sighed, suddenly remembering the prank he pulled on our literature teacher just hours earlier. It was a no-brainer that he was in after-hours detention.
"I think he's being held back in detention, sorry." I said it in my best faux-sympathy voice. What I didn't expect was this woman's reaction.
"That little shit! I go out of my way for him, and he just fucks everything up!" she said, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel and spitting every other word. It took a few moments before she regained her composure and looked up at me.
"Oh god, I am so sorry. I swear, I'm not usually like that." she said, taking deep breaths and fanning herself with her free hand.
"It's no problem, really. He drives me up the wall as well."
"Does he? At least I'm not alone," she scoffed, her mood suddenly shifting. The violent woman who spat out all that bile was gone, and in her place was a sweet, mature woman, smiling up at me.
I waved my hand as if to leave and began to turn around, until she placed her hand on my wrist.
"Hey, do you need a ride home? Andrew can find his own way back," she said politely, scrunching up her nose in delight at the idea of giving me a lift instead of her bothersome son. I normally took the crowded bus home, so I leapt at the chance.
I nodded and got into the passenger seat. After introducing myself as Paul, she smiled and said her name was Claire.
We talked on the way home about mundane things. From school, my hobbies, and even my plans for the future. She was quite nice to talk to. There was a problem, however. Outside her car, I only saw her face; it wasn't until I stepped inside that I saw her full figure. She was a bit chubby, and most of that fat was crammed right into her massive breasts. She must have been an f-cup, at least.
As we talked, I had to try my best not to stare. But by god was I being tested. No matter how much I tried, it seemed my eyes kept orbiting back down. We would hit a bump in the road, and they would bounce almost comically. I could feel my dick hardening against my thigh. I had never been more turned on by a woman in my life. Even the girls at my school paled in comparison to this wet dream of a mom. Jealousy slightly ate at me, and I cursed Andrew under my breath.
When we reached the address I'd given her, she parked in front and turned to me.
"You're a really sweet boy, you know that? Andrew could learn a thing or two from you," she said, smiling. I was about to speak up until she cut me off.
"But I could tell you were staring at my tits for the entire drive over."
My blood went cold; I thought I'd been more covert. Had it not been for her sudden smug smile, I would've been more embarrassed.
"I-I'm so sorry," I stammered out. I was unable to even look her in the eyes.
"Hey, you're eighteen, right?" she said innocently enough. I hesitated before looking over and meeting her glance.
"...Yeah?"
"Good," was all she said as she grabbed the underside of her top and lifted it up, letting her tits drop free. They bounced once before settling atop her protruding belly. I was speechless. I almost felt like I was going to cum in my pants right then and there. Her areolas were a light shade and looked bigger than the size of my palm. Each of her breasts also had visible light blue veins running under the skin.
Her stomach showed signs of cellulite and had some ripples, but it did nothing to turn me off. In fact, the more I looked, the more I could feel my cock hardening.
To me, this was a real woman.
And before I knew it, it was over. She lowered her top and winked at me.
"Next time he gives you a hard time, just replay that in your head. Alright sweetheart?"
Dumbfounded I nodded my head up and down, as if all the blood had left my brain and gone someplace else. I clumsily reached for the door handle and stepped out. She waved goodbye, and within thirty seconds I was in bed with my door shut, frantically masturbating.
***
As the next couple weeks went by, I found myself walking on air. I hadn't told a soul what happened, but who would believe me if I did? Andrew was still his usual self, but the moment he would make my life difficult, a vision of his mother's fun bags would fill my mind.
I would walk past the car park every day after school, but sadly, she never showed up. Even if she did, I wouldn't know what I would do. It wouldn't be until a few days later that fate would give me another chance encounter with her.
The bell rang, and I walked through the car park as I usually do on my way to the bus. And there she was, parked in exactly the same spot I first met her. As I casually walked past, it didn't take long for her to recognise me.
"Hey!" She sang out to me, waving her hand as if flagging me down. I walked over with a grin on my face, so happy to be given this second encounter. Her facial expression, though, conveyed something far different. She looked pissed.
"Where's Andrew?" she bluntly asked. I took a deep breath and sighed.
"He wasn't in my last class, so he must have bailed around lunchtime." I replied. I could see the pain in her eyes. She rested her head back and gently slapped her hand on her steering wheel. As if she were too exhausted to try anymore.
"I was... going to congratulate him. He got a D instead of an F on his last history paper. I even got him this soda on the way over here," she said depressingly, dangling a can in the cup holder beside her. I felt so sorry for her.
"You want a lift home?" she said, turning towards me. I did, but I didn't want it to be under such circumstances. But what choice did I have? I nodded and got in beside her, and we were off.
With one hand, she opened the soda and handed it to me.
"Here, you deserve this more than my son does."
"Thanks," I said quietly, looking down at the can.
Despite the dower mood in the car, my instincts were kicking in, and like a moth to the flame, I was coyly staring at her chest again. I tried my best to be discreet by only looking for a handful of microseconds before looking away. Because of this, I didn't see the massive pothole coming up on the road.
CUR-THUNK!
Just like that, Claire and I bounced a few inches off our seats. This normally wouldn't be a problem, but the soda I was holding filled the air and landed all over my pants.
"Shit!" I shouted. Quickly setting the can down into the cup holder. Claire was too distracted by the sudden jolt of the car to realise the spill until after it happened.
"Oh god, I am so sorry! I normally always avoid that hole, but I was distracted thinking of Andrew and-" Claire's voice trailed away as she swore under her breath, making a sudden right-hand turn down a side street.
"Let's just quickly swing by my place; you can use one of my towels," she said. My heart rate must have tripled hearing that. Was she really inviting me into her home? I couldn't let myself dwell on the possibilities, could I?
We pulled into what looked to be a pretty basic-looking two-story home. As unkempt as the front yard was, it was clear an effort was made to keep things somewhat together. We stepped out, and she walked me to her front door. I took a step back as if to say I was happy to wait outside, but she immediately told me to follow her in, so I did.
The inside of her home was surprisingly clean and well maintained. I followed her up the stairs and was immediately treated to a view of her giant ass. Even under a pair of sweatpants, I just wanted to plant my face between both cheeks. But I pushed my instincts down and marched on.
Once we got upstairs, I could instantly tell which room was Andrew's, judging by all the crap laying on his floor and almost spilling out into the hall. Next to it was a bathroom, which Claire and I retreated into.
She pulled a towel off the shelf and looked back at me.
"Alright, where did it spill?"
"Just, uh, around here," I said, using my hands to circle my crotch. I went to reach for the towel, but without hesitation, Claire started patting me down with the towel. With each wipe, she would press against my dick, and sure enough, I was rock hard within seconds.
Sensing it, I quickly pushed her hands away and tried to use the elastic in my briefs to hide my boner. But by this point, it was too late.
I was frozen, and my cock stood loud and proud, just inches from this woman. I looked up at her, and her eyes were still fixated on my dick.
Silence filled the bathroom; I didn't know what to do or what to say. She would finally be the one to break the silence.
"Hey Paul... do you want to get back at my son?"
I nodded.
She then grabbed my hand and walked me into her bedroom, which was just adjacent to the bathroom.
"Sit down and take those off."
I cautiously sat down on the edge of her bed and started to shimmy down my pants. As I was doing this, she turned around and began to tie up her hair in a bun. I kicked off my pants and was left in just briefs, with my hard-on still tenting out.
Claire pulled off her top and threw it into the corner of the room. Even though I could only see her back, my cock throbbed and precum stained my underwear. She then began to rotate her hips side to side as she pushed down her leggings. Even though she was still wearing underwear, the view of her ass was heavenly. Two massive orbs of pale flesh jiggling around and bouncing into each other.
Claire then turned around with her hands on her hips with her massive breasts on full display. She walked slowly towards me with a pained expression, as if she herself was still debating if she was going to go through with this.
Once she approached me, she sank to her knees in front of me and wrapped her arms under my thighs, pulling my crotch towards her face. She planted her nose against the bridge of my cock through my briefs and took a deep inhale.
"Fuck, you smell nice," she moaned. Her hand reached for my cock and squeezed it as she continued to press her face against my rod. Finally, she hooked her fingers into my briefs, and with a quick tug, my cock sprung out with such force that it landed on her face with a loud slap.
She let out a gasp, as if surprised by my size. The view of my cock pulsating across her face was quite a sight, compared to when I first met her. Any hesitation she may have had quickly left as I saw her eyes widen, fixated on my dick. She stuck out her tongue and traced it up the length of my cock before circling around the head.
I'll admit, I'm a virgin, so the sensation was completely beyond anything I could handle. But I bit my tongue and held on for as long as I could. I had seen enough porn in my life to be able to tell when a girl knew what she was doing. And Andrew's mom was a professional cocksucker.
She was able to take my full length down her throat with ease. Her eyes stared up at me the entire time, almost as if begging me not to cum, just so she could blow me for a minute longer. After 5 or so minutes of this, I finally yielded.
"I'm gonna cum," I stammered. Claire pulled her lips off my dick with a pop and lifted her head back.
"Cum on my face! Paint my fucking cheeks white with your hot, gooey jizz! Make me your cum-dump!" she pleaded, not even closing her eyes despite the impending load.
I grabbed my cock and started jacking it with all the strength I could muster. And sure enough, my balls started to bellow and rise up. I felt my body become weightless, and my hips started to tremble. It was as if all the energy in my body was being directed towards my cock. And just like that, I unleashed a load unlike any other.
Rope after rope shot out of my piss-slit, each one landing across her face with a satisfying splat. She moaned in pleasure, with her mouth wide open and tongue out, as she let me use her face as my cum urinal. Even after five or six ropes, I kept unloading them onto her face. Some got in her mouth; other spurts landed in straight vertical lines across her nose and reached as far as her hairline.
Finally, after I had lost count, my orgasm began to subside. I found that in the heat of the moment, I had grabbed a handful of her hair to help me aim my cock. I let go, and she slumped down onto her fat ass. We both leaned back and caught our breath. I looked down at Claire, who was using both hands to push the ropes of cums down from her face towards her mouth. Her face was a total mess, and some of her hair was matted and sticking together.
I looked down at my cock, and it was still as hard as a rock. Which was unusual for me. Normally, a single orgasm was enough, but this whole situation was something else.
"This is the most cum I've ever had on me. And I've been around!" she said, chuckling, looking up at my dick. She finally got up off her knees and moved towards her dresser, just opposite the foot of the bend. She opened the drawer as if looking for a towel, when I got another full view of her ass. My cock twitched, still signalling to me that it wanted more.
"Come here," I muttered under my breath.
I stood up and walked over towards her, as if hypnotised. Before she had a chance to react, I grabbed her waist and thrust forward, sandwiching my cock between the mounds of her ass. It was so fat that my cock was lost in it and grinding against the folds. She gasped and tried to move back, but my firm grip kept her right where she was.
"Paul, we shouldn't," she whispered.
I was so horny, I couldn't even hear her. All I wanted was to use her body for my own pleasure. So that's exactly what I did. I kept humping her from behind, using her fat ass like a pillow. My hands slid up her waist and grabbed both of her full breasts. I could hardly even hold them. I kneaded and squeezed, hearing her breath become raspy and shaky with each pull of her nipples.
I used my feet to nudge her legs apart, splaying them open for me. As if surrendering, she leaned forward in unison, resting her hands on her dresser. I moved my hands back down and spread the cellulite folds of her ass apart, revealing her pussy. It was already dripping wet. After a few moments of lining up my cock with her entrance, I thrust forward.
Her cunt was divine, and greedily swallowing my cock as we both let out a low moan. I finally lost my virginity, and it was to the mother of my bully. What sweet justice!
I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back, and I began fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. Her ass was shaking and slapping against me as if we were two primal beasts rutting. My balls clapped against her mound with each thrust. The dresser had a mirror attached, and in it, I could see Claire's face as she lay there, cock-drunk and defeated.
"Oooh, fuck!! I'm an awful mother! I'm a bad mommy!" moaned Claire as her body tightened around my cock. She began to tremble intensely, and I could see her eyes rolling back in her head. With my spare hand, I held up her face by her chin so she would be forced to see her own slutty reflection.
"Unfghhh cummingh!" she cried. The tight grip of my hand around her jaw made it hard for her to speak. As did the orgasm rippling through her body that caused her to discharge a firehose worth of squirt onto her dresser, carpet, and my crotch.
But that didn't stop me. I kept pounding away at her pussy with every intent of filling her up. And ten minutes later, that's just what I did. She had came three more times since then; her body was basically limp, and her eyes were fluttering. But I continued to fuck her with every fiber of my being until I finally felt my balls calling for release.
With one final thrust, I let out a long moan as my dick painted her cervix white. My body had somehow replenished most of what I had lost in my last load and was filling her like she was the last breedable woman on the planet. Claire reacted with another braindead squeal, feeling me cum inside her. Her legs were kicking helplessly up in glee.
I slowly slid my cock out and watched my cum pour out of her pussy like someone had pulled a cork out of a dam. I caught my breath and helped Claire back onto her feet. She could hardly stand, so I helped carry her to bed.
Her head hit the pillow, and she was out like a light. I sat there beside her and made sure she had some covers over her so she wouldn't catch a cold. Even in this post-sex state, she still looked to me like one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on. Even if her hair was matted with my cum.
I leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks Claire."
And that's when I heard it.
The front door downstairs opened.
It was Andrew.
In my head, I was greeted with two options.
A: I sneak out through the window onto the first-story roof, jump into the bushes, and leg it back home.
B: I swing open the door and tell Andrew I fucked his mom.
I reached for the door, then back towards the window, then towards the door. I had no idea what to do.
"Hey mom, you fat bitch, where's dinner?" Andrew cried as he began to walk up the stairs.
I grabbed all my clothes in a big pile and reached towards the window. It opened just enough for me to squeeze out. I threw all my clothes out onto the yard and jumped buck naked into the bushes. Unfortunately for me, these did not break my fall and instead scratched the shit out of my legs. Now bleeding from several cuts and scrapes, I picked up my clothes and sprinted down the street, looking for the nearest hidden corner to hide and dress myself.It has been a week since Claire and I banged. I haven't seen her since. But this afternoon, I received a mysterious friend request on my phone.
The profile picture was blank, and the name just had the initials 'CC'. But the request also had a message attached.
"Need another lift sometime?"
stared at my phone and felt my heart race. I quickly accepted the friend request and scrambled to write my reply.
"Sure."
After what seemed like only a few seconds, my phone buzzed once more.
"I'm out front."
I tentatively made my way towards the parking lot, passing numerous students on my way out. I couldn't help but think about how no one knew I was off to get laid. Let alone with someone's mom. It definitely added a spring to my step.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice Andrew walking down the hallway parallel to me until it was too late. He made sure to adjust his angle so he would intercept me, and he crashed his shoulder hard into mine in some sort of show of dominance. I stumbled but quickly found my balance as Andrew and his two lackeys looked back at me and snickered.
He stood there with the same stupid smirk he always wore. In the past, I was able to somewhat ignore his bullshit and let it slide, but once I learned that he treated his own loving mother the same way, a part of me couldn't let that stand.
"Watch where you're going, you fucking dickhead," I snapped at Andrew. His two friends looked at each other and laughed.
"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" Andrew jeered back. I felt my hand clench. I was ready to end this shit right here once and for all. Suddenly, a voice in my head started telling me to calm down. Warning me that if I went through with this, it would mean that my hookup with Claire would definitely be postponed, and at worst, she would never want to talk to me again. I took a few deep breaths and stepped back.
"Just watch your step next time, cunt." I turned and walked away. Behind me, I could hear Andrew and his friends calling me an assortment of fun names. But I swallowed my pride and marched on to the parking lot.
The glare of the sun hit my eyes, and I started my scan of the parking lot. The bell had only rung a few minutes ago, so the spots were filled with cars of all makes and models. It made it difficult because Claire didn't appear to be parked in her usual spot. After a few minutes, I was able to find Claire's car under the partial shade of a withered oak tree.
She rolled down the window and smiled at me with the same familiar but comforting warmth only a mother could have.
"Hey stud, how was school?" she asked, smiling ear to ear.
"Alright, until I bumped into Andrew. Doesn't he need a lift home?"
"Oh no, he's staying with his friends tonight. So the house will be nice and empty," she remarked, placing heavy emphasis on the word empty. She unlocked the passenger door, and I made my way around the SUV. I threw my bag in the back seat and stretched out my legs as she pulled out onto the main road.
As we drove, I stared unashamedly at her chest. She wasn't even wearing a bra today, so each bump on the road made her jugs fly around. I felt myself getting hard just at the sight. She saw me in the corner of her eye and blushed, trying her best not to smile.
"Did you miss them?" she asked, using her forearm to lift her massive breasts up through her top.
"Absolutely," I replied, basically drooling from my mouth and the tip of my dick.
It was around this time that Claire's phone began to ring. Some eighty's rock song filled the car as she scrambled for her phone that was connected to the dashboard.
"Urgh, it's Andrew; just give me a second."
Claire swiped to accept the call and held the phone between her ear and shoulder. At first, there was a lot of back and forth and short answers from Claire. But then the conversation took a turn.
"No, you can't bring them around! I don't care if... No, you listen to me, young man-"
And just like that, the call ended with a loud dial tone. Claire, frustrated, threw her phone down at her feet. After regaining a fraction of her composure, she looked back at me.
"He wants to have his friends over tonight... They're already on their way," she said, her expression turning from anger to disappointment. I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay. I understand if we can't do it tonight," I replied, not doing much to hide my disappointment.
After a moment of silence where Claire scrunched up her face as if deep in thought, she looked back towards me.
"Fuck that."
Claire gripped the wheel and took a hard right turn down a dirt road. I gripped the grab handle above me to keep my balance as my seat belt buckled under the stress. Claire may be different from Andrew in a lot of ways, but they both were the act first, think later type.
Because we lived in a relatively small town, most roads took you towards highways or empty country areas. In a matter of minutes, we were completely alone on what I assumed was an abandoned stretch of country road. She approached what looked to be a dying tree just beside the road and parked under it. I was still unsure of just what she was planning.
"What are we doing?" I asked, looking around, unable to see much of anything for miles. She released her seat belt and leaned toward me.
"Ever French a girl before?" she asked, her hands pressing down on the centre console that separated us. I shook my head. We had fucked, sure, but surprisingly, I had yet to ever have a proper kiss.
"Let me show you then..." Claire leaned forward, looking down at my lips as she did. I shut my eyes and braced myself. Her lips pressed themselves into mine, and I could somehow already taste the strawberry of her lip balm. After a few pecks back and forth, I felt her mouth part and her tongue slide past my teeth and wrap around my own. It was like a switch flipped inside of me. I grabbed the back of her head and began returning her kisses with even greater passion. I heard her moan and felt her lips curl up as we continued to make out.
Her hands were suddenly on my waist, unfastening my belt.
"Get your cock out; I want a taste."
She hooked the tips of her fingers into my waistband, and with a few tugs, my pants got dragged down to my knees. My cock sprang out to full attention, already standing tall many miles ago.
She sat up and quickly pulled her top off, letting her massive tits drop out ceremoniously, one after the other. I wasted no time reaching out and grabbing a handful of one as she leaned back towards me and wrapped her delicate hand around the base of my dick.
She gave me one final peck on the lips before leaning down to kiss the head of my cock. I was expecting some teasing, but instead she just pushed her lips down the head until she had over half of my cock in her mouth.
I let out a moan as she engulfed my dick. One of my hands was still squeezing and pulling at her massive breasts as she started going down on me. She would stroke the base of my cock in rhythm with her sucking. The result was fucking incredible.
With my other hand, I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting my cock up into her mouth. I heard her slightly gag, but she did nothing to stop me. Instead, she just moved her hand back onto my seat for support as I started to fuck her mouth.
I could feel her spit drip down my dick and run down my balls, staining the car seat in the process. I was fucking her mouth so hard that I could feel my balls slapping against her cheek with each thrust. To me, her mouth was now no different from her pussy.
Despite how good it was, I felt a twinge of guilt for how hard I was going. Despite my instincts, I slowed down and tried to let Claire catch her breath. As I did, she looked back up at me, spit still dripping down her chin.
"Keep going; keep fucking my face. Take out all your frustrations on him with me," Claire begged, still stroking my cock. My cock throbbed hearing that, as if it were exactly the permission it wanted to hear.
I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down onto my cock. I went back to facefucking her as hard as I could, and Claire moved her spare hand down into her waistband to no doubt get herself off in the process.
I could audibly hear how wet she was as she fingered herself. I tried my best to get a view, but her thigh blocked my sight. All I could see was the waistband of her panties pulled aside and the tips of her knuckles disappearing and reappearing as she feverishly fucked herself with her fingers.
I looked back down at Claire; her eyes were shut tight as she kissed the base of my cock over and over. Her throat distended every time my cock would sink back down into her mouth. More than anything, I wanted to save this moment and replay it whenever her son would fuck up my day.
"Fucking hell, Claire, I wish I could film you doing this," I said without thinking, letting my ego get the better of me.
I saw her eyes dart open and then quickly furrow as she looked away from me, despite still sucking my cock. I took that as a sign and decided not to push it further. I couldn't help but notice that she started fingering herself even faster upon hearing that. She locked eyes with me and pushed her face off my lap. My cock escaped her lips with a loud pop, followed by a gasp for air.
"Backseat," was all Claire managed to say. I reached for the handle on the side door and stepped out, my cock still standing tall in the cool breeze, while Claire simply climbed into the back through the gap between our chairs. I opened the rear door and was met with Claire on her hands and knees, her pasty white dump truck of an ass sticking out towards me, with her leggings bunched up around her ankles.
"Give it to me!" Claire begged, her voice wavering with each breath.
I sank to my knees, mesmerised by her massive ass. I could see the ripples in her skin where cellulite was forming. Much of the weight she put on during her pregnancy must have pooled directly into her cheeks. Instinctually, I grabbed them with each hand and spread her ass apart like they were two massive oak doors.
Her asshole and pussy were on full display to me. Despite her age and weight, they looked pristine. Her asshole had a slight tinge of pink and only a few hairs circling it. Her pussy was a similar color, smooth, and already dripping wet.
Without thinking, I thrust my face into her ass and inhaled deeply. I couldn't even see her reaction; all I could see was her ass in my peripherals. But it didn't matter. The scent of her musk and the feeling of her sweaty skin on my face were more than enough. I stuck my tongue out and dragged it up and down her crack, savouring the taste.
"Fuck, you're such a dirty boy," Claire whispered, her voice cracking under the pleasure.
I pulled my face away and finally lined up my cock with her cunt. Without any further hesitation, I grabbed her waist and slammed my hips forward. In an instant, her pussy swallowed up my cock, and Claire let out a squeal in delight. I dug my fingers into her fat ass and began fucking her so hard that my balls clapped against her flesh with each thrust.
"Yeah, just like that, just like that, just like that," she would repeat to herself. Her voice was high-pitched and full of desperation. The more time I spent with this woman, the more I felt a new side of me emerge. And because of that, I lifted my hand and slapped her ass, watching as her fat cheek bounced around from the impact.
"Yeah, you like that, you fat slut? You like getting fucked on the side of the road?"
"Oh god, yes, yes, yes!" Claire screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head. I pulled her arms back and started slamming her body into mine. My pelvis would crash against her ass over and over, and the car was creaking and shaking with every thrust. I felt Claire's pussy clamp down on my cock as she let out a long howl. She was cumming hard, but I didn't stop. Not yet.
I pulled my hand back and smacked her other cheek, this time even harder.
"You're such an awful mother, aren't you?" I exclaimed through clenched teeth.
"I am! I am! I'm so bad! Punish me!" Claire begged. I obliged and smacked her ass again, watching it comically jiggle around, with my hand leaving a large red mark.
"Punish me for raising that piece of shit!" she screamed back at me as her cunt convulsed.
I leaned forward, grabbed the back of her neck, and pushed her head down into the seat. My hand wrapped around the side of her face, covering her mouth. I leaned down and started to whisper into her ear.
"You know why he's such a cunt? It's because you've raised him to be one. It's because you let him treat you like a piece of trash," I exclaimed as I continued to slam into her, her ass wobbling with each thrust. I could see tears streaming down her face as she started sobbing into the seat.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she said, muffled through my hand. I felt my orgasm creeping up on me as she kept trying to speak.
"Please cum in me. Fill me up; I want it. Please, I deserve it," she pleaded, her voice breaking up like she had a lump in my throat. As if on cue, my cock finally let loose a tsunami of pent-up cum into her cunt. With each load, she would moan and try to move her hips in rhythm with me. My orgasm felt like it lasted a whole minute, until finally I stepped back and watched my cock unceremoniously withdraw from her pussy with a slight gurgle.
I held onto the car door for balance as a river of jizz poured out of her pussy, dripping down past the seat, the car paint, and onto the dead grass. We stayed like this for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from both of our heavy breaths.
Eventually, Claire sat up and got dressed. Her hair was a mess, and we were both drenched in sweat. After catching our breath and sharing a bottle of water, we sat in the car. Neither of us had said a word to each other since we came. And it stayed that way until we were back on the road, heading back towards civilisation.
"What I said back there-" I tried to say, but was quickly cut off.
"No, no, it's fine. Heat of the moment. Don't worry about it," Claire replied.
I looked back at Claire and couldn't help but feel like we were both kidding ourselves. I sank into my seat and stared out the window. Ten minutes later, Claire pulled over beside my house.
"Here you go." Claire announced, a faint smile on her face.
She leaned over and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. She looked back at me and smiled wider. It reminded me of how she looked when I first saw her. That beautiful woman sitting alone in her car, waiting for a dipshit son who would never arrive. I felt something boil in my chest.
I couldn't stop myself.
I leaned back over and kissed Claire. I could tell she was surprised at first, and while she did raise her hands to push me away, she surrendered and let me kiss her. I boldly pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she eagerly accepted. My right hand was now back on her massive tits, groping and squeezing.
I forced myself to end the kiss and gazed back at her. I didn't know what I was feeling. Was it lust? Was it a need to get back at Andrew? Was it something else? Claire just stared back at me, breathless and submissive.
I sat up and pulled my school bag out from the backseat.
"Thanks for the lift," was all I said as I bailed out of the SUV and walked towards my front door. I couldn't even bring myself to look back at Claire. As I stepped inside, she drove away. I stumbled towards my room, dropping my bag on the floor and collapsing on the bed. I passed out for an hour, exhausted, and when I awoke, I was still trying to understand what the hell it was that I was feeling.
***
It was Monday, my first day back in class. The mood at school is always different on Monday. People are trying to come to terms with the fact that their weekend is over. Most students hardly pay any attention in the first few periods. I've even noticed a few teachers with severe hangovers trying their best to play it off as fatigue.
You would think that in this tired state, most people would try to cooperate with each other. No one likes Mondays after all. So why make it more difficult for each other? At least, that's how I feel. Andrew didn't get the memo, and in typical fashion, he wanted to mess with me.
I was walking to my next class, and who should I walk past but him. The hallway wasn't empty enough for me to slip by unnoticed. He locked eyes, and sure enough, he began to alter his course so he could bump into me. His friends snickered and watched from afar. I had been here before, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. However, something inside me snapped. Instead of bracing and standing still, I walked towards him. Hell, I ran towards him. I clenched my fists. I was done putting up with his shit.
He thought I was bluffing. He kept his stupid grin and looked to his friends for validation. It was too late, though. I tackled him to the ground, raised my fist into the air, and started pummelling him. The first few punches hit him right in the face. After that, I wasn't even paying attention to where my fists were landing. All I knew was that he was taking them, and that felt good.
I was eventually forced off Andrew by the gym teacher, who had to hook his arms under mine just to lift me off. As I was hoisted away, I noticed just how many dozens of students had surrounded us and were hollering for more. Andrew's friends were nowhere to be seen, and I would later learn that they ran off as soon as the fight broke out. The last thing I saw in that room was Andrew, covered in bruises, shaking like a leaf, and struggling to stand.
From there, I was taken to the principal's office. My parents were called, and a meeting was held. They seemed more concerned about this becoming local gossip and hurting the school's reputation than they did about mine or Andrew's welfare. I was suspended for two weeks, and that would be that. My mother called me an idiot, but my father stayed suspiciously quiet. He only looked at me once in the rear view mirror and gave me this sly smile, as if he were proud of me.
I thought beating Andrew would make me feel better. And while, in the moment it did, I soon found myself really worried. What if Claire hated me now? I had beat the snot out of her son. I knew she didn't like Andrew, but that doesn't mean she would want to see him hurt. I spent the next few days at home trying to be productive, ignoring my phone, and trying to get ahead in my studies.
***
It had only been a few nights since the fight until Claire reached out to me. My parents had gone to sleep, and I was in my room working on a history assignment. When suddenly my phone began to ring. This startled me, as none of my friends ever actually called me; they would just text. I saw the caller was CC, and I braced before accepting the call.
"Hello?" I said, trying my best to sound calm.
"Hey, how's everything going?" Claire asked.
I took a deep breath and said, "Well, I'm just doing some homework. Trying not to fall behind. How are you?"
"Oh, well. I'm okay. I actually wanted to talk to you about what happened on Monday." Claire replied tentatively.
I sighed. "I understand if you are mad at me. I'm sorry I beat up your son; I didn't mean for things to go so far."
There was a long pause on the phone, as if she wasn't sure what to say. Then again, neither was I.
"Paul... I'm not taking sides. But... can you please tell me what happened? I want to hear your side of the story." Claire asked.
I told her how Andrew had made a habit of bumping into me to try and spill all my books out of my hands whenever given the chance. I felt a bit pathetic admitting it out loud, but Claire seemed surprisingly sympathetic.
"I'm so sorry to hear that, honey. But at least some good came out of it," Claire remarked. It took me a second to process what she had just said."What do you mean?" I asked.
Well, since the fight, his attitude towards me has, well, changed! He's pretty quiet lately. He actually says please when he wants something. Doesn't call me a bitch across the house. He even cleaned up his room!" Claire laughed.
"What are you saying, then? Should I have done it sooner?" I asked, half-joking.
Claire giggled, "Hah, honestly? Don't tell him I said this, but... yeah. Absolutely."
I felt my dick twitch hearing that confession, and a familiar cocky energy taking over.
"Hopefully I didn't make his face uglier than it already is," I remarked. I heard Claire giggle more through the phone.
"Oh, you should have seen him when I found him in the nurses office; he was holding a box of tissues and crying his eyes out," Claire admitted.
"Oh yeah? Serves him right," I said, smiling ear to ear.
"God, I can't believe you just man handled him like that..." Claire said, sighing. I couldn't help but notice a familiar sound in the background of the call. It was wet, and fast. It was then I realised, she was getting off to this.
"I can hear what you're doing over there," I said, my hand starting to palm my cock through my shorts.
"Oh yeah? Then join in." Claire teased.
I quickly pulled down my shorts, and my cock sprang to attention. I wrapped my hand around it and wasted no time jerking off to Claire's lewd moans.
"Fuck, I miss your cock so much, Paul."
"Soon as we get a chance to, we're fucking again. Make no mistake." I heard Claire moan back in agreement.
"How do you think he'd react if he found out you were doing this with me?" I asked.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Claire whispered back to me. I heard the sound of her fingering intensify and then suddenly stop, followed by just her raspy breaths. I kept jerking off, even if it was to just the sound of her breathing.
But then I heard another noise come through the phone. A knocking.
"Oh shi- Just a minute! I'm almost done!" Claire shouted back towards the door. She then lowered her voice and whispered back.
"Sorry, I have to go. I'm in the bathroom, and Andrew needs my help with something. Talk later!"
Before I could even reply, Claire hung up, and I was met with a dead-air dial tone. I sighed. I wanted more. I started at the ceiling, still stroking my cock, trying to picture Claire as I fucked my hand. Until once again, my phone buzzed.
"Sorry about hanging up so soon."
"This should help you out :)"
And what followed was a selfie of her in the bathroom with her robe wide open. It was only from the neck down, but I could tell it was her. The way her breasts were shaped, the curves of her waist, even the freckles on her body.
"Don't save it! I'll delete it in the morning." That was the last thing Claire sent that night. As tempted as I was, I respected her wishes and continued to jerk off to her body.
Knowing that Claire was trying to comfort and help Andrew while I was masturbating to her nude was a thrill like no other. I didn't even bother reaching for a wad of tissues and instead came all over my bed.
As bad as it sounds, I no longer felt guilty about the situation.A week had gone by, and my suspension still had another to go. My parents were out working different jobs, so I had the house to myself. I was on top of my assignments, so I found myself staring at the ceiling of my room. Despite all this free time on my hands, I felt pretty bored. As I lay there and stared into space, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I jolted up out of bed and scurried to get my phone out of there. After nearly dropping it three times, I finally saw who it was. Claire.
The first message from her read, "Hey, you free?"
I replied, "Yea wats up?"
Almost instantaneously, I felt my phone ring once I hit send. She was old-fashioned in the sense that she would give super blunt answers over text but could run her mouth a lot on calls. I swiped to accept and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey," I said, trying my best to act like I was doing something more productive than laying there.
"Hey Paul, I had a fun idea. Want to spend the day together?" Claire asked excitedly. She sounded more like a teenager than the mom of a shithead son and a likely absent father.
"Sounds good, but what about Andrew?" I asked back. I didn't like that I had to factor him into every decision I made for Claire. But I had little choice.
"Oh, don't worry about him. So when can you get here, stud?" replied Claire, quickly hand-waving any concerns.
"Give me twenty minutes," I said back, with my phone wedged between my ear and shoulder as I started putting on my runners. The truth was, a walk from my place to hers would have been thirty minutes. But that speed was for people who hadn't blown a load in five days. As much as I wanted to jerk off thinking of Claire, I wanted to save up for her. I wanted to unload with both barrels and not stop until I left my mark on her or in her.
And like that, I was out the door. I would jog for parts and briskly walk for others. As I got closer, I thought of everything I wanted to do to her when I came over. Maybe I'd fuck her against the window. Then she and I could take a shower together before we had another round. There was so much I wanted to do with that woman that the fantasies took away from the burning in my legs from all the walking.
I finally got to the front door, and not a moment too soon. I had made myself completely horny just thinking about the afternoon ahead. Claire opened the door, and the first thing I noticed was that she looked very well dressed.
She wore really tight jeans that did nothing to hide the width of her hips and the volume of her ass. Coupled with a cardigan and collared shirt that looked a size too small. The buttons looked almost fit to burst trying to hold back her breasts. On seeing me, she quickly turned around and yelled up at the floor above her.
"I'm going out for a bit, okay sweetie? You text me if you need anything." Andrew's muffled voice could be heard replying, "Yes, mom," as Claire turned back to me and smiled, followed by a flirty wink.
"Okay, now let's have some fun," Claire said as she took me by the hand and led me to her car. As it turns out, spending the day together didn't entail non-stop sex at her place while her son kicked rocks somewhere else. I cursed myself for not putting two and two together and realising she meant going out shopping or something. As much as I liked Claire, this wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.
After some time on the road, we pulled into the local mall, which was mostly filled with a few chain stores, some independent clothing outlets, and a food court. Our small town didn't have the budget for anything too grand, but the mall did the job.
We stepped inside, and instantly Claire started dragging me shopping for clothes. She would hold shirts up to my neck and say how handsome I looked in them. I forced a smile and resisted the urge to roll my eyes, trying my best to play the part. It didn't take long for me to piece together that she was treating me like the son she never had. She even bought me some shirts and insisted it was fine. I had already gone through this routine with my own mother, so having her treat me this way was a surreal experience, to say the least.
We sat down for lunch at a bakery and talked some more. Her questions were completely innocent. How I was doing in school, what my plans were post-graduation, and when I was going to move out. Interestingly enough, there wasn't a single mention of Andrew. It's as if there was this unspoken rule that we didn't need to consider him today.
We walked past a videogame store, and for the first time during the trip, something actually caught my attention. In the window, I saw a poster for a new fighting game I was interested in, Alley Fighter V. Some of my friends had gotten it on release day, but I couldn't afford to splurge and figured I'd wait for a sale. Claire, however, noticed that it caught my eye.
"Oh? Do you want that game?" Claire asked. I quickly shook my head.
"No, it's okay. It's way too expensive. Plus, you've spent so much on me today," I replied, trying not to sound ungrateful. But she simply smiled and insisted we go in and get it. Two minutes later, I was holding on to a copy still in the original plastic film, unopened.
"How can you afford all of this?" I asked.
Claire shrugged and said, "I do pretty well for myself. And I like to spoil the people I care about."
I noticed a glint of pain in her eyes as she said that. As if she were telling me that she had lost any reason to treat her son instead of me. It made sense. Why should she have treated him like a prince if he acted like a dunce?
We were about to head back to her car when I spotted a lingerie store. The mannequins in the window were wearing lacy underwear and bras, and my mind instantly went to what they would look like on her. I felt my dick twitch, and sure enough, I knew where our next stop would be.
"Hey, you've bought so much for me, so let's buy something for you," I said, pointing to the store. Claire's eyes lit up, and her face went a bit red.
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt to look," she replied back. As she looked down at me, I noticed a new energy filling her. It was the same look she gave me whenever we were about to do something kinky.
We stepped into the store, and immediately I felt out of place. The store was run by two women, and there were a few other women walking by us. I was the only guy around, and the woman by my side could easily be assumed to be my mother.
I tried to shake off the embarrassment and just focus on Claire. We started perusing the racks and began picking out items.
"How about these?" Claire asked, holding up a pair of black, lacy panties.
"Very nice. You should try all these on," I said back. She grinned and went off to find a fitting room, with me close behind.
The fitting room was a series of booths, with lockable stall doors covering the entrance and exit. As we walked down the hall, we took the very last room available. Claire went to shut the door, but I quickly grabbed it and stared at her. She realised what I was doing and sheepishly stepped back, letting me step in with her.
I took a seat on a small wooden bench and watched her undress. As if picking up on my perversion, she started to slowly rotate her hips and sway as she stripped away her cardigan and unbuttoned her shirt. Giving me a premium striptease.
With the buttons on her shirt undone, her tits exploded forth, as if desperate for oxygen. I started grabbing at my cock through my pants at the sexy display in front of me. As she finally lowered her jeans and underwear, I noticed she was stuck staring at herself in the mirror. She looked down and grabbed a handful of her stomach bulge.
"God... I hate how disgusting my body is," she muttered, looking back at herself.
"Your body is the hottest thing I've ever seen," I replied, still captivated by her tits. She giggled and shook her head.
"You're sweet, Paul. But I'd give anything to be skinny, like the girls you go to school with. I used to be like them, y'know? Then I put on weight from the pregnancy. Then I got depressed from being walked out on," Claire lamented.
A brief silence filled the stall. I felt really bad for Claire.
"Whoever would walk out on you is a fucking idiot. You're sexy as hell. I don't know who your ex is, but he lost out big time."
Claire looked at me and smiled. She stopped grabbing at her belly fat and instead picked up a pair of black lacey panties from the pile. She extended one leg out and slipped them up her plump thighs. I was practically salivating at the sight of her bending over. The shape of her ass in the mirror behind her was even more pronounced than usual.
"What do you think, Paul?" Claire purred as she tilted her hips and stuck her ass out at me. As if on instinct, my hands found their way to my belt, and I unbuckled my pants. I fished out my already hard cock and started jerking off to her.
Claire's eyes widened seeing this, but she didn't stop gyrating her ass towards me. If anything, it encouraged her to go faster. I moaned, stroking my cock as she bent over.
"You like my fat ass, Paul?" Claire said as she lifted up the lacey panties up high so they became buried in-between her cheeks. The contrast of her pale skin against the dark underwear was driving me crazy.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and opened the camera application.
"Let me record this. I need something to watch when you're not available," I said, not thinking twice. Claire paused. She was unsure how to respond.
"Relax; I won't record your face. Now, keep shaking your ass," I commanded.
Claire hesitantly nodded and shook her ass in a slow, circular motion. I sat my phone against the wall so I wouldn't have to hold it, and I started jerking off faster. I knew the angle of my phone meant her face would still be captured if she turned around, but in the moment, I simply didn't care.
"Spread your ass for me," I grunted as precum began to spill out of the tip.
Claire did as she was told and grabbed her ass, spreading it apart. I yanked the black lacey panties partially down and was treated to an eyeful of her asshole. As she swayed her hips, it winked at me, as if calling out to be filled. I reached out and groped at her fat cheeks with my free hand.
"Clap your ass for me," I asked, my eyes darting between her face and her asshole. Claire looked back at the phone recording her and bit her lip, unsure of what to do.
"Just shake your ass up and down until it claps together. You know what twerking is? Do that."
Claire was hesitant, but eventually her body went on autopilot. She moved her hands to her thighs and began lifting her ass up and down. It took some time to get the rhythm right, but her ass audibly began clapping. She let out a soft gasp as it did, as if she were gradually getting more turned on by the depravity.
I could feel my orgasm coming. And with each clap her ass made, the closer it came. Finally, after a minute of this, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Get on your knees. Let me cum in your mouth."
She quickly sank to her knees and looked up at me, her eyes rapidly dating between my cock and my face. I stood up from the bench and quickly aimed the tip of my cock right on her tongue. As if anticipating it, she extended her tongue further and looked up at me.
My balls clenched, and I felt a wave of cum explode from the tip, travel down her tongue, and pool into her mouth. With every spurt, her cheeks puffed out a little more. My orgasm felt like it was lasting forever, but eventually my cock slowed. I wiped the remaining droplet left on the tip onto her lips.
She closed her mouth and swished my cum around. She leaned back with her eyes closed and began to attempt to swallow it all down. After a few seconds and some difficulty, she was able to. Claire reopened her eyes and caught her breath.
"I... can't believe I just did-" was all Claire was able to say before she was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
"Miss? Are you okay in there?" said the voice on the other side of the door.
We froze in place, looking at each other, and then back at the door.
"Everything is fine," Claire replied, her voice cracking. Despite the danger we were in, Claire couldn't help but smile at me, stifling her own laughter.
I quickly tucked my dick away and retrieved my phone, ending the recording. Claire proceeded to also quickly dress herself. Once the door opened, Claire was met with one of the staff, who began asking her if she needed any help. The two walked away together, and I used that moment to sneak out.
Claire did end up buying those panties too. As well as a few other select articles. The salesgirl who worked there was just a few years older than me and kept giving me weird looks. As we turned to leave, she quickly stopped us.
"One more thing. If you two fuck around in our changing rooms again, I'm calling security."
I was about to apologise, when Claire jumped in.
"Honey, what's wrong with a little mother-son bonding?" Claire replied, putting her arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close.
The salesgirl looked back at us, mortified. Claire simply smiled, picked up her bags, and walked us out of the store.
As soon as we were clear, Claire and I started laughing hysterically.
***
On the car ride home, I skimmed through the recording. It was about twelve minutes long, and while the angle wasn't perfect, it was already making me hard all over again. Claire looked over and noticed what I was doing.
"Hey Paul... would you mind deleting that?" Claire asked. As serious as she looked, I felt myself hesitate to do it. After all, it was an amazing video, and it was a shame to throw it out.
"Nah. I really like it," I said, turning the screen back towards me and continuing to play the video.
"Paul, I'm serious," Claire said, her voice becoming slightly more stern.
"I know. But I'm not deleting it," I replied, looking up at her.
"What, why?" Claire exclaimed.
I reached out my hand and grabbed one of her giant breasts, fondling her as she drove. While initially she recoiled as if to yell at me, she relaxed into it and let out a soft sigh.
"Two reasons. One, it's the least you owe me for having to put up with Andrew."
Claire gulped and nodded, her breathing now sharp.
"And two... well, do I need to say it?"
I leaned over and grabbed the button flaps of her top and ripped them open. Her massive breasts were now on full display to anyone driving by.
"You like when I treat you this way."
Claire continued to drive, staring blankly at the road. Her cheeks were flushed red. I reached out and began pulling at one of her nipples rather roughly.
"Paul... please..." Claire muttered under her breath.
"It's too late to play innocent now. You started this the day you flashed me these puppies. Tell me, what kind of mother would do that to a boy still in high school?"
Claire bit her lip; her breathing now erratic.
"A... bad one..."
"A very bad one." I corrected.
I let go of her nipple and sank my hand into the front of her jeans. It was tight, but I was able to start rubbing her pussy as she drove. She was already soaked.
"Who do you love more, your son or my hand?" I asked, sliding a couple digits deep inside her.
"Come on, that's-"
She interrupted herself once more and winced in pleasure. I picked up the pace and began fingering her cunt harder as she drove. She quickly pulled aside and parked the car a few blocks from my house. She rested her head on the steering wheel and continued to let me finger-fuck her.
"Answer the question." I ordered.
"...Your.." Claire whispered.
"Speak up."
"Your hand. I... I love your hand more." Claire's thighs began to tremble as she confessed.
"The hand that beat up your son?"
"The hand that... beat up my... useless son." Claire admitted through breathless moans.
My body was on fire; I wanted to pounce her. But I had to put her in her place.
"You must really hate him to go behind his back like this."
"Oh fuck, I do. I hate him; I hate that cunt so much." Claire moaned back, with malice in her voice.
"How did you really react when you heard I beat the shit out of him?"
"I... I dropped the phone and masturbated before picking him up!" Claire managed to squeak out as she began to climax. She let out a long, deep moan and began trembling in her seat. Her cunt squeezed down hard on my fingers before finally relaxing.
I pulled my hand out of her panties and held them to her face. They were soaked, with strings of her own juices bridging my fingers together. She looked at my hand, completely spent. I pushed my fingers into her mouth, and she showed no objecting to sucking off her juices.
Once she was done, she re-buttoned her shirt, turned on her car, and drove me the rest of the way home. Once she parked and I got out of the car, she bit her lip and looked back at me.
"No matter what you do to Andrew, just promise me that... you'll keep seeing me." Claire asked, almost tenderly.
I walked back to her car window and leaned my head in, planting my lips against hers and forcing my tongue into her mouth, which she eagerly accepted.
And like that, she perked up and smiled at me before driving away.
***
It was six o'clock, and I was at Claire's doorstep. She had sent Andrew away to her sisters, claiming she needed some "me time". When really what she meant was that it was "Paul's time."
Claire opened the door, and as requested, she was nude from head to toe. A wave of heat hit me, and it became clear she had the heaters running on high to account for not wearing clothes.
"H-Hey Paul!" Claire stuttered out as I confidentially stepped inside. I wasted no time wrapping my arms around her and planting my lips against hers, my hands going straight to her tits and jiggly ass. I ended my kiss and looked back at her, grinning.
"Go grab me a beer," I ordered Claire as we made our way to the living room. I slapped her ass as she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed one from the fridge. I had told her in advance what brand I liked, so she had plenty stocked up for me.
I pulled off my belt and kicked off my pants as I waited. Claire handed me the cold brew as I lay back on the couch, flicking through the movies on her smart TV. As I did this, I parted my legs, and Claire wasted no time going down and stuffing her mouth with my cock.
I put on some action movie, but I really wasn't watching it. After all, how could I when this chubby milf was gorging herself stupid on my dick?
I sighed, grabbed a handful of her hair, and began forcing her to take more of me in her mouth. She coughed and spluttered, but I didn't care, and from what I could tell, neither did she. One of her hands was wedged between her thighs, rubbing herself stupid as she blew me. I pulled my cock out and started slapping it against her cheek.
"You miss this fat dick, huh?"
"God, yes!" Claire moaned, letting me grind against her cheek. I grabbed her arm and stood up. I needed a hard surface to fuck her against, and the closest thing I could see was the kitchen table.
I walked her over and made her bend at the waist, laying flat on the table with her ass facing towards me. I spread her legs and jabbed my cock around for an entrance blindly. Finally, thinking I had found it, I bit my lip and pressed my dick inside her.
"Ow- OW! Wrong hole!" Claire gasped. She was flailing her legs up in the air but was completely pinned by my arms."Ah well, I can't be fucked pulling out," I groaned, finding the idea of fucking her ass pretty hot. She clenched her hands and started pounding on the table to help try and deal with the pain, as my cock finally found a steady rhythm, splitting open her backdoor.
I looked up and noticed a picture frame of Claire and Andrew. It was sitting on a shelf adjacent to the table, facing us. It must have been taken years ago because they both looked reasonably happy on some kind of day trip in the city.
I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass, which made her body jolt. At this point, she was moaning from the depravity of it all, knowing she had no say in whether or not I would stop ramming her.
"Look Claire, Andrew is watching us," I remarked, lowering my head towards her and pointing towards the picture frame on the shelf.
She didn't respond, instead just letting out a pained grunt every time I pumped into her asshole. I reached down and grabbed some of her long hair, forcing her to look in the direction of the photo.
"How about you tell him what I'm doing to you?"
She continued grunting, but the more she stared at the photo, the more I felt some arousal behind her moans.
"Andrew...your mommy is... getting fucked up the ass... by the man who beat you up." Claire moaned. I slapped her ass, as if asking for more.
"It feels so good... Watch him fuck your mommy!" Claire begged, throwing her ass back at me. I sank my fingers into the ripples of her ass and thrust hard, no longer holding back as I emptied my balls inside her colon. I slowly withdrew my cock and admired my work. Her ass was now slightly agape, with a small stream of cum dribbling out.
***
Claire and I lay together on the couch in her living room. We had the TV on in the background, but we spent a couple hours chatting and enjoying a few drinks together. I was a lightweight compared to her and not used to the effects beer had on me. Claire, on the other hand, had a bottle and a half of red wine and showed no signs of slowing down.
The conversation felt normal enough, even if Claire was only wearing a robe with nothing underneath. That was until we inevitably started talking about Andrew. As she poured herself another tall glass of red, she also started pouring out some of his deepest secrets.
"Hey hun, did you know Andrew still sleeps with a nightlight? He's been scared of the dark all his life. Would piss the bed growing up if there was ever a power out. Literally."
"Holy shit, really?" I replied, staring back at Claire in amazement. She and I threw our heads back and laughed.
"Oh, that's not even the worst of it! He's got major daddy issues. You know what my ex used to do for a living?" Claire asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No, what?" I asked.
Claire held her fingers to her nose and squeezed it, imitating a comical honking noise.
"Wait, he was a clown?"
"Yep! I met him on tour. When he wasn't in the makeup. We had a few drinks in some bar, and he knocked me up an hour later. He asked me to come with him, but I just couldn't live in an RV. I told him I wanted a proper home, and next thing I knew, he kicked me out on the side of a highway. Middle of the night, no money, with a belly the size of a basketball." Claire explained, with some remorse in her voice.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you." I said, putting my hand on hers. She simply smiled.
"When Andrew was old enough, I explained who his father was. But he never wanted to meet him. I can't say I blame him. He grew up really bitter. Really mean. And now he just projects that onto everyone. Including you."
For the first time, I actually felt some sympathy for Andrew.
"How's he been doing? I mean, after the... incident between us. Is he still being nice?" I asked.
"He's mostly just been quiet." Claire replied, taking a small sip of her wine. A silence lingered in the air.
"Claire... do you think maybe we're taking this too far?"
"Taking what too far?"
"Yknow... you, me, this... situation," I motioned around her, implying her home and her son.
Claire took another sip of her wine and sighed before staring me down.
"Paul... he deserved every second of what you did to him. Trust me. I've dealt with him long enough to know there's no helping him."
I thought back to Andrew and all the times he'd belittled me and treated me like a piece of shit. I had an internal war going on. My conscious and my dick were in a tug of war.
"Come with me; I want to show you something," Claire asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the couch. We stumbled drunkenly upstairs, and I was led into Andrew's room. It was nice and organised for a change. Well, as organised as a late teenagers room could be.
I turned around and noticed Claire standing by the door, closing it behind us. She approached me and shrugged off her robe, letting it fall to the ground gracefully. The moonlight from the windows beside his bed highlighted her curves and made her body look like a work of art.
She walked towards me and pushed me onto the bed. The wine circulating through her system was making her forceful. She climbed on top of me and wasted no time pulling off my pants. As she started lining up my dick with her entrance, she leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"I need your cock inside me, Paul. I need you to make a woman out of me, right here on Andrew's bed."
With those words, I lost the internal battle. My dick was now the sole commander of my moral compass. She sank her hips down on my cock and began riding me. The fat around her belly jiggled as she swayed back and forth. Her breasts became my handlebars as I bucked up into her hips, causing her to make all sorts of primal noises.
She leaned down and pushed her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted my hips up to slam into her as hard as I could manage. She bit down gently on my lip as I did, moaning into my mouth. I could taste the wine just from her breath.
I thought I heard something from downstairs, but when I tried to look, Claire simply kissed with more force. After some time, I had enough of being on bottom and rolled her over, so she was on her back and I was on top. I held up her legs and was surprisingly able to pin each one beside her head. After adjusting my angle, I started fucking her as deep as I could.
"You're mine, Claire. Tell me you're mine," I groaned, my pace increasing and my dominant side coming out.
"Oh God, yes, I'm yours. My body is yours; it's your fuck toy," Claire replied, squeezing me tight.
I could hear the noise again. It was faint, but definitely there.
"Whose room are we fucking in?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"Andrews. This is Andrew's room." Claire repeated, as if in a trance.
"And whose cock is making a mess of your pussy?"
"Yours!" Claire screamed. My hands slipped off her ankles, and her legs sprung back down, wrapping around my waist and locking me in place.
"Cum in me! Give me a better son!" Claire pleaded, her hands scratching my back and pulling me deeper into her. I should have pushed away. I should have come to my senses. But instead, my balls clenched and my vision blurred. I pumped as much cum as I could manage deep inside her before finally collapsing with my face stuck between her fat breasts. And just a minute later, we were both fast asleep in that position.
***
I awoke the next morning, still beside Claire and still on Andrew's bed. As I stirred, Claire groaned. I dressed myself and let Claire have her hangover sleep in. My memory was as fuzzy as it could possibly be, and my head was pounding. As I put my shoes on, I went to open the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. Which was strange because I definitely remembered Claire closing it. As I opened it, I noticed a clear stain on the wooden edge of the door. Had it always been there?
I walked downstairs and headed straight for the front door. As I entered the foyer, I saw him.
Andrew was standing there under the living room door frame, staring right back at me, as if he were waiting for me. His eye was still a little swollen, and his cheek was bruised. When I looked at him, he immediately looked away.
"Hey," was all he said.
"Hey," was all I could say back.
I noticed his hand was clenched into a fist, and his arm was trembling. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to try something. And honestly, I felt like I would have deserved it. But instead, he lowered his head and walked back towards the kitchen.
I walked out the front door, and as I did, I felt my heart sink. The reality of what Claire and I were doing had hit me all at once.
Perhaps this really was going too far.