A few sprays of cologne and I felt ready to go. I was dressed rather nicely, wearing some designer jeans, a nice, buttoned shirt, and a blazer. I wasn't on my way to a wild party, or a date with a hot chick; I was having dinner with my neighbor, Mrs. Holt.
I lived with my widowed father in a nice neighborhood. My dad was a vice president at this big pharmaceutical company, which meant he was either working at his office, or wining and dining people for work. Thankfully, his huge paycheck meant that I wanted for nothing. Still, I might have seen him maybe once or twice a week, as he often opted to sleep in hotels. This meant that I practically had the house to myself.
This also meant that, more often than not, I had to feed myself. It wasn't a big deal; I had a checking account balance that would make even some of my teachers jealous, so I could order practically anything that I wanted. Whether it was a Brazilian steak house or Waffle House, my options were endless.
It had started over a month ago when I had come home to an empty fridge. After some minor deliberation, I had decided to go down to the local Buffalo Wild Wings, enjoy a nice meal, and possibly watch some Premier League games. It's not like dad would even mind.
After grabbing my keys, I hopped into my car and backed out of the garage. A few miles down the road, while sitting at a four-way stop, I had happened to notice my neighbor Mrs. Holt struggling to unload groceries out of her car. My wanting to help her ended up with her inviting me over for a nice meal. Not only did I enjoy the first home-cooked meal that I'd had in ages, but I was able to enjoy some nice company. After dinner, I stayed for dessert, and was sent home with some gifted leftovers.
It then became a weekly ritual that had been going on for a little over a month. She was happy to invite me over again. The next visit, I was treated to shepherd's pie. A week after that, I was treated to spaghetti and meat sauce. The week after that, I feasted on grilled chicken and baked potatoes.
Even though I was wealthy, popular, and had lots of friends who were the same, I really treasured my weekly dinners with Mrs. Holt. These days, I didn't care much about going to the hottest parties to get blitzed and hook-up with hot chicks. I barely cared when my dad bothered to make an appearance at home. One day a week, I got to eat dinner with a wonderful woman who fussed over me and listened to what I had to say. It was like having a second home.
That Friday after school, dad sent me a text to let me know that he'd be crashing at the Hilton for the weekend. I smiled; usually he didn't bother to text me any notice. Even though I'd been invited out to the lake with my friends, I lied telling them that I had to work on an extra credit project for History class.
Tonight was pot roast and mashed potatoes with Mrs. Holt. I came over at 6 PM sharp, holding an apple pie in my hand that I had picked up from the store. After ringing the doorbell, a clap of thunder could be heard overhead, and a few seconds later, Mrs. Holt opened the front door.
She was a curvy woman in her mid fifties, with long strawberry blonde hair that had streaks of gray. Despite her older age, she was still pretty, though not a former beauty queen, in my opinion. Still, I'm sure she could still turn some heads, possibly if she fixed herself up more.
My hostess hurried me inside and gave me a hug. After closing the door, another round of thunder could be heard. As I walked through the front hallway of her home, a cozy feeling washed over me. Mrs. Holt's house wasn't as chic as mine, but it had all the warmth that my house notably lacked. There were pictures of smiling people on the wall, some fuzzy slippers near the front door, and a bin full of woven blankets.
"Wow!" Mrs. Holt exclaimed. "I think we're due for a storm tonight."
"Sounds like it," I agreed. "I brought some pie for dessert."
"You're so sweet! I have some vanilla ice cream in the freezer that will go great with it."
Before she could even tell me, I made off to the guest bathroom to wash my hands. I looked around the bathroom, smiling at her cute decorative towels and the scented candles. I felt foolish for having lived down the street from her for over 10 years and just now getting to know her.
Mrs. Holt had divorced her husband 2 years ago. She had a son who had moved out long before Mr. Holt had moved out, so she'd been an empty nester. Even before we had become friends, she was undoubtedly one of the nicest people in my neighborhood. When our neighborhood had a block party, she'd made a brisket so good that some of the neighbors insisted she open her own restaurant. There were even a few times that I'd fantasized that she'd maybe ask my dad out for a date, but she wasn't his type; he liked the high-maintenance women with too much makeup and at least one type of completed cosmetic surgery.
I walked out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. Mrs. Holt handed me a plate and told me to help myself. She allowed me access to the hot food sitting on table while she poured me a glass of lemonade.
As I savored the wonderful meal, we told each other about how our respective weeks went. It was nice to have someone asking how I was doing in school and to fuss about me. Halfway through my first helping, we could hear the torrential rains beginning.
"That pot roast was amazing," I said, mopping my mouth with my napkin.
"You sure that you don't want another helping?" Mrs. Holt asked.
"I'm going to try and save room for dessert."
"You know the drill: some of this is going home with you." She looked out of the window at the windblown rains. "With this weather, I don't think you'll be going home any time soon."
"Fine with me," I said.
"How about we go watch some TV?"
"Sure."
We headed to the living room, where we watched a few episodes of Family Feud, followed by "The Wizard of Oz". About halfway through the movie, the power went out. I turned on the flashlight on my smart phone, and Mrs. Holt did the same. Thankfully, she had a lot of candles around her house, so she lit them and sat next to me on the couch. We sat there in the dimly lit room, which was silent, save for the sound of the falling rain.
"If you want, I can break out some dessert," Mrs. Holt offered.
"My stomach's still working on dinner, thanks," I told her. "As a matter of fact, thanks for always having me over. I really like coming over here."
"It's my pleasure, honestly. An empty nester like me really knows the value of good company."
"You know...your cooking reminds me a lot of my mom. When I was a kid, she was always cooking for me. She made a mean grilled cheese sandwich."
"She sounds like a wonderful person. I used to make my son David grilled cheese when he got home from school." She gave a wistful sigh.
"Is he planning on visiting soon?"
Another sigh. "I barely see him. He's got a nice new job, and he's loving his independence. Sad thing is, I miss taking care of him. I spoiled him rotten since he was my only son. I'd clean his room, cook his food, and even do his laundry when he came home from college."
"That was very sweet of you," I said.
"Yeah, well, it didn't stop him from leaving. Didn't stop his father either, though, I think his secretary might have helped, too. I bet she doesn't even know how to work a stove." She gave me a worried look. "Mark, do you think that I try too hard to please men?"
I found my momentarily caught off guard, but I was quickly able to regain my composure and answer her question.
"With David, I just think he grew up and is enjoying doing things for himself for once. As for your husband, he was a jerk."
Mrs. Holt snorted and laughed at the last part. "Thanks, honey."
"I guess now would be a good time to thank you again for all of the past dinners. It's really been nice to have someone who worries about me."
"Awwww, of course, honey," she said before she pulled me in for a hug. "You're always welcome here."
"It's like...I almost have my mom- "
Mrs. Holt interrupted my last statement by gently maneuvering me so that I was lying sideways on the couch with my head in her lap. In the dim room, she gently stroked my hair and began to hum. I should have been weirded out by this, but it felt so soothing...
My eyes fluttered open. I didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place. The television was back on and so were most of the electronics in the house. I glanced at the battery-operated clock on the wall and saw that it was almost 10 o'clock.
I heard gentle snoring above me and deduced that Mrs. Holt had fallen asleep as well. My head still upon her lap, my view of her face was still obscured by her large bust. I really needed to get home.
As I stirred on her lap, I must have jostled her somehow, because she suddenly fell forward, crushing my face with her enormous breasts. A few seconds later, she awoke and righted herself. I quickly sat up, and we both stretched and yawned.
"Oh, my," she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "How long were we out?"
"I dunno. But it's getting late; I'd better hit the road."
"Okay," she said, rising from her seat. "At least let me pack some leftovers for you."
It was useless to argue. We both sauntered over to the kitchen, and she hastily packed some food into some Tupperware containers. She then saw me to the door, but, after opening it, we were greeted to the sight of rain falling so hard that could be seen against the streetlights.
"Oh, honey, no." Mrs. Holt said almost immediately. "There's no way I can let you drive in this weather. Why don't you crash in David's old room?"
It was no contest; I really didn't feel like trying to navigate through this storm. Mrs. Holt closed the front door and escorted me to her son's room. She offered me some of his old pajamas and left to allow me to change my clothes in private. I felt a bit silly as I looked at the red plaid buttoned shirt and matching pants. Only after putting them on did I realize how great they felt!
She returned a few minutes later, having changed into a nightgown and robe, carrying some fresh linens. I insisted on making the bed, but she overruled me again. A warm feeling overtook me as I watched her meticulously spreading the comforter and placing a pillow on my bed.
"Well, that should do it," Mrs. Holt declared as she gave the made bed a few pats. "You should be snug as a bug."
"I really appreciate it, Mrs. Holt," I said.
"Have a good night, honey," she said as she pulled me in for a hug.
That turned out to be a bad idea, but it didn't know it right away. I don't know if it was the wonderful meal, the cozy pajamas, or the overall hospitality of my host, but that warm, fuzzy feeling caused me to react in a certain way. Mrs. Holt let out a small yelp, and after we stepped away from each other we both looked down at the protrusion from crotch, which was pointing accusingly at Mrs. Holt.
"Shit!" I cried. I then covered my mouth, embarrassed at having let a swear word fly in front of Mrs. Holt.
"It's okay, Mark," she said, blushing and trying to cover her grinning mouth. "I...I'm actually flattered that I can still make that happen at my age."
I quickly spun around and put both hands over my crotch, mentally praying for this erection to subside.
"Mark, it's okay," she assured me. "I'm 55 years old, so I'm pretty sure you don't have anything down there that I haven't seen. Would you like me to help you with that?"
Not bothering to turn around I asked her, "Um...help me how?"
Without a word, she walked up to me, grabbed my arm, and guided me over to the bed. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she gently made me sit on the side of the bed and then sat down beside me. My eyes went big as saucers as I watched Mrs. Holt reach over and deftly undo the buttons on the barn door of my pajama pants and then pull at the boxers below, allowing my prick to spring out of its hiding place. Grinning, she immediately grabbed my erection and started to move her fist up and down. My eyes fluttered and a low moan came out of my mouth.
"Boy, Mark," Mrs. Holt said. "I never would have imagined that you were hiding something like this! I'm impressed."
My only was response was to grip the sheets and groan with pleasure. Her hand was so soft and so warm. My toes curled as I struggled to weather the waves of ecstasy washing over me.
"Shhh, it's okay," Mrs. Holt cooed. She put her arm around me and pulled me close, resting my head on her massive bosom. "Mama's here. Just squirt any time you want to; don't fight it. Or do you want me to stop?"
"Nooooooo," I moaned.
"Okay, love. I'll keep going until you're done."
Mrs. Holt kissed the top of my head and began humming a song. I was powerless in her grip. This wasn't the first handjob I'd received, but she was working me like a pro. I could feel the precum leaking out of me, making Mrs. Holt's movements much more enjoyable as it lubricated both my shaft and her palm. Even though she had told me to cum, I wanted this to last forever.
I shut my eyes as I climaxed loudly, with my roars muffled by Mrs. Holt's chest. Three glorious spurts were produced by my still-hard cock, and I could feel wetness on my lap. I collapsed back onto the bed and Mrs. Holt let go of me.
"Mark, you did such a good job!" She said. "Did that feel good?"
"Yes," I panted, wiping the sweat from my brow.
I peeked an eye open and saw her standing over me, her left hand glistening with my juices. Both eyes opened wide with amazement as she started licking my cum off of her hand. I sat up and put my semi-hard cock back into my pants.
"Don't feel embarrassed, hon," she said. "Davey used to make this whole room sticky when he was your age. It's a perfectly natural thing to do."
"Right," I agreed. "Um...thank you."
"You're very welcome. Well, I'm going to turn in. If you ever need anything, I'm right down the hall. And don't worry about the pajamas. I'll wash them first thing in the morning."
I looked down at the cum stains on my crotch and muttered, "Yeah, sorry about that."
"I told you, it's not a problem. Good night!"
She left the room, closing the door behind her. Even after I had turned off the lights and crawled under the covers, the entire thing seemed surreal; one minute, I was eating dinner with this wonderful woman, and the next minute, I was making knuckle children with her on her son's bed. The events replayed themselves in my head until I fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, but uncertain of what kind of conversation I was going to have with my hostess. I looked at the time displayed on my smart phone; it was still early, about 8 o'clock. My heart was pounding as I got out of the bed and exited the room.
When I walked into the living room, I found Mrs. Holt on the couch, sipping some coffee and watching television. She was still wearing the robe and nightgown from last night. She smiled at me and put down her mug.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said brightly. "Feeling okay?"
"Yeah, like a rock." I said. I looked out of the window, noticing that while last night's storm had passed, it was still very cloudy outside. "Thanks again for letting me crash here."
"You can crash here any time," she said, rising from her seat. "Are you ready for some breakfast? I was thinking about making some pancakes and bacon."
"That sounds good."
"Great! I'll go get it started. You just sit here and watch some television."
As Mrs. Holt sauntered off to the kitchen, I caught sight of her large, swaying backside, which made my dick throb. A few seconds ago, I wasn't really sure how to feel about her, but I did now. I walked up behind her, threw my arms around her waist, and embraced her from behind, making sure to grind my full erection against her butt.
The few seconds we stood there seemed to go on forever. There was an unbearable silence between us, and then I felt Mrs. Holt gently grab my left hand and lift it away from her. My heart sank, fearing that I had somehow misunderstood her feelings. As I prepared for her to give me some gentle reproach, she put my left hand on her left breast. After I gave it some gentle squeezes, I heard her softly moan.
"Is this what you want, Mark?" Mrs. Holt asked, her voice husky with desire.
"Yes, absolutely."
She then took my right hand from her waist and placed on her crotch. "And what about this?"
"Yes, please," I whispered as I nuzzled the back of her head.
"You poor boy. Nothing would make me happier."
I then proceeded to grind and dry-hump her, fondling her massive teat and rubbing her loins. We both writhed and moaned, our desire for each other growing each second. I then released my hold on her and she turned around. We both seemed to have the same idea, and we embraced each other before sharing a kiss. Mrs. Holt grabbed my butt with both hands and rammed her tongue into my mouth.
I couldn't remember the last time that I had ever been so aroused; I was genuinely afraid that I was going to blow my load right there. When she was done probing my young mouth with her tongue, I forced it back into her mouth to do some probing of my own. The taste of black coffee and morning breath greeted me, but it did not detract from my arousal in the slightest. Before I could even react, her right hand abandoned my ass cheek and grasped the large lump in the front of my pants. I broke our kiss to let out a loud moan.
"I want this, Mark," Mrs. Holt said. "Are you going to give it to me?"
"Yes, Mrs. Holt!"
"Mmm, good. Come with me."
Still holding my rod, she led me out of the living room and into her bedroom. Once she had closed the door behind us, she relinquished her grip on me. When I saw her undoing the belt on her robe, I removed my clothes in a matter of seconds.
"My, my," Mrs. Holt said. "I like what I see."
I grunted and started to stroke myself as I watched Mrs. Holt take off her robe and throw it away. My ears and face burned as I watched the older woman's eyes roving all over my naked body. I shamelessly dripped pre-cum onto her bedroom carpet.
"I should warn you, Mark, that I haven't really done much in grooming, so I hope you're not scared of body hair."
"Mrs. Holt, please!" I begged her. "Take it all off."
"Okay, dearie. Have a look."
I watched with joy as Mrs. Holt undid the buttons on the top of her nightgown before grabbing the hem and pulling it over her head. My cock throbbed at the sight of her chunky thighs, pudgy belly, and fat breasts. She stood there blushing, and I could see a large wet spot in the front of her underwear. I walked up to her and embraced her again, enjoying the feel of her bare skin against mine. She pulled me in for another kiss and grasped my cock again.
After another round of passionate kissing, she pulled away from me and pulled down her underwear. After kicking them away, she climbed into the bed and lounged on her side. I didn't wait for her to invite me to follow her and quickly got in bed with her. I then dove on top of her, pressed my face into her left breast, and took her nipple into my mouth.
"Oooooh! My goodness!" Mrs. Holt cried out.
I reached over to fondle the other breast before closing my eyes. I humped her leg madly, feeling the bristly hairs upon it brushing against my skin. My tongue prodded the hard nipple as I sucked it madly.
"Oh, Mark! You're making me so wet! Here, feel!"
She wrested my hand from her tit and put it between her legs. My fingers felt a deluge of love juices, mingled with hair and flesh. Unbidden, I put my fingers inside of Mrs. Holt, as she howled madly as I explored her womanhood.
"Mark, pleeeeease," she moaned. "Be in me! Give it to me!"
I lifted myself away from her breast. Once parted, she put her hands behind her head, baring her furry armpits to me. She then spread her legs wide, and I could clearly see the bramble of hair that crowned her nethers. She was right to warn me of her lack of trimming, but I didn't care. I quickly took my place between her thighs and stuck myself into her.
We both undulated as I buried myself up to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around me and we shared yet another kiss. As soon as I started my thrusting, she turned her head and started to grunt like a beast, with each grunt in sync with my forward movements.
"Ooh! Ooh Ooh! Yes! Good! More! Unh! Unh! Unh!"
I licked her face, delighting in the saltiness of her sweaty skin. Something about this big-titted, hairy woman had awakened something primal in me. I loved the sight of her face, with her eyes shut and her mouth agape as I plowed her.
"Mrs. Holt," I grunted. "Mrs. Holt!"
"You like being inside of me, Mark?" She opened her eyes looked me dead in the eye. "You like putting your dick in my fat, old hairy pussy?"
"YES! You're all mine!"
"Ohhhh, I know, love! You don't have a mama, so I'll be your mama! Would you like that?"
"Ohhhhhh....mama," I moaned.
"That's right, Mark, I'm your Mama. Any time you get hard or hungry, you come to Mama, and she'll take goooood care of you. You hear me?"
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" I moaned before burying my face into her massive chest.
"Mmmm. Such a good boy. You have a wonderful body. Give me you...give me you..."
I lost all track of time. It seemed as though I was fucking Mrs. Holt for hours. We stayed in the same position: me on top of her, pounding at her pussy while she moaned and writhed beneath me. I felt so safe inside of her, so contented. At last, my cock began throb and I knew my end was near.
"I'm gonna cum, Mama!" I cried.
"Ohhhh, now don't you worry," Mrs. Holt. "You let Mama have all of it. Come on, Mark, cum! Mama wants all of your goodness inside of her. Give it to me!"
Just like last night, I gave my seed to Mrs. Holt. She and I both yelled madly as I pelted her insides with three spurts of my man cum. When we had finished our shared orgasm, I stayed inside of her. We were panting madly, my head resting upon her heaving chest.
"Jeez!" I cried out. "That felt so good."
"Oh, Mark, honey, could you please let me up?"
"Oh, sorry!"
I rolled off of my lover and lie down beside her. Mrs. Holt groaned loudly as she righted herself and got off of the bed. She hobbled around to face me and crouched down as she tried to catch her breath. We both watched as my semen coursed out of her love hole, dripping down her thighs and onto the carpet. My dying penis throbbed at the sight of her dirty body.
"Oh, I'm sore all over!" Mrs. Holt moaned.
"Was I too rough?" I asked.
"No, dearie," she chuckled. "It's just that I'm a little out of practice. You wore me out in a good way, trust me."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
She grabbed her discarded night gown and used it to wipe down her nethers. "A massage would be nice."
"Sure. You got any massage oil?"
Mrs. Holt opened her nightstand and procured a small bottle of lavender and patchouli massage oil. She handed it to me before crawling back into bed and lying face down. I straddled her back and poured some of the oil on it before kneading it with my hands. I wasn't an experienced masseuse, but Mrs. Holt was patient with me and gave me great directions. Despite our earlier exertions, I wasn't too tired to take care of her.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said. "You're such a good boy."
"Thanks...Mama," I said with a smile.
"Mark, I can feel your cum on my rump."
My tired pecker was still dribbling cum, some of which had pooled on Mrs. Holt's ass; the whole thing seemed to amuse her. I wiped it away and resumed massaging her. The scent of the oil was pretty good, and it seemed to warm us both.
After giving her a thorough massage, she sat up in the bed and stretched. I couldn't take my eyes off of her naked body. She then grabbed the massage oil and poured some into her hands.
"It's your turn," she said. "Lay down for me."
I promptly obeyed, and Mrs. Holt strategically mounted me in a way that didn't crush me. She then started working the oil into my shoulders. I let out a groan of relief, trying to rack my brain for the last time I had ever received a massage. It was a struggle: I was simultaneously trying to enjoy this massage, while at the same time taking mental notes on how to improve my technique. Things suddenly got better when Mrs. Holt's hands were replaced by two large, squishy objects being pressed against my back.
It was a wonderful medley of pleasurable sensations. I could feel her grinding her moist, hairy box against my thigh. I could feel her soft, oily hands expertly working out kinks in my back that I was now aware of. Did I forget to mention her huge oily tits sliding on my back? Now she was happily humming a song as she massaged me, which made things even better.
"Did I hit all of the spots?" Mrs. Holt asked me after a lengthy massage.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied.
She climbed off of me and rested beside me. As I looked at her smiling, contented face, she seemed oddly younger and more radiant. Perhaps it was because we had just finished making love. She reached forward and caressed my face, and then her hand traveled down to my shoulder...and then my butt...before stopping to cradle my wilted prick, still dribbling semen on the bed. I smiled as she fondled my loins.
"Well, this has been a great way to start the day," I mused.
'Indeed." Mrs. Holt agreed. "You have any plans?"
"Not that I can think of."
"What do you say to spending the rest of the weekend with me?"
It was pretty hard to say no to a woman who was giving you a post-coital hand job, so I didn't say no.
"Great," she said. "Now, lie on your back. I want you in my mouth."
"I should tell you, it's going to be a while before I get hard again," I told her as she crawled over towards me.
"I don't care, I just want to taste you."
Before I could even respond further, she had her face in my lap. She slurped my limp noodle of a dick into her maw and began sucking on it like a pacifier. It was as if she had sucked out any doubts in my mind. I simply closed my eyes and started running my fingers through her hair. I was hers.
------X------
The last week had been a blur, though, an exciting blur to say the least.
On Monday, the fellas and I had spent our time after school playing poker clear into the next day. Tuesday, we were so tired that we skipped school and spent the day lounging around Fred Danbury's pool. Wednesday was spent trying to catch up on the schoolwork that I'd missed. Thursday, my dad actually came home, and we went out for a nice steak dinner. Mary Alice Fordham had a nice party at her house Friday while her parents were in Gstaad.
I awoke early on Saturday. It was off to Mrs. Holt's house for breakfast. She had proposed we spend the weekend together.
Once I told her that my friends were starting to note my absences, we agreed that we needed to space out our liaisons more. It had been over a month since we started to share a bed. Even now, I could picture her naked body. I never imagined that I would be having an affair with a divorced woman of 55 years of age. She was my Mama and I was her son.
When I entered her house on that perfect Saturday morning, my nostrils were treated to the smell of bacon and eggs. Mrs. Holt had given me a key to her front door a while ago, giving me another reason why I felt even more at home in her house than my own. I entered the kitchen to see her at the stove, wearing a nightgown and her favorite bathrobe.
Her wavy red hair was a mess, she had no makeup on her face, but to me she looked absolutely beautiful. I did not hesitate to stare at her luscious rump, which was visible even through her robe. She turned and smiled at me.
"Right on time," she said. "Grab a seat and we can dig in."
Try as I might, she refused to let me serve myself. She put two coaster-sized pancakes on my plate, a pair of bacon strips, and a spoonful of scrambled eggs. After pouring me a glass of milk, she planted a quick peck on my mouth and sat down beside me. So hungry was I that my plate seemed to be instantly clean in a matter of minutes. I refused seconds, not wanting to be too full for what I had in mind next.
"So," she said as she started washing some of the dishes in the sink with her back to me. "I was thinking that you and I could play some Yahtzee or Monopoly; it's been a while since I've played either, so I put them out on the living room table. There's also a farmer's market down in Walton Lake that..."
"Actually" I said, setting down my fork and staring intently at her. "I was really wanting some Mama time."
My heart pounded as I saw Mrs. Holt freeze. The room was silent, save for the running water from the kitchen sink. A rush of heat crept up the back of my neck and made its way to my ears.
"Listen very carefully," Mrs. Holt said softly before turning off the sink. "I need you to go to my bedroom...and take off all of your clothes."
Those last few words made me instantly hard. For a second, I thought my dick was going to hit the underside of the kitchen table as I became erect. I stood up from my seat, not taking my eyes off of her.
"Aren't you coming with me?" I asked.
"Mark, please," she begged. "If you don't go to my room right now, then I'm going to take you right here, and I don't want to do this in the kitchen."
I saw her writhing in lust, grasping the edge of the sink as if she were trying to keep from floating away. Not wanting to delay things, I swiftly walked out of the kitchen and began taking off my clothes, leaving them as some sort of strange breadcrumb trail for her to follow to the bedroom. My pants and underwear were the last to go, left outside of her bedroom. I didn't even bother to close the door after I entered, instead diving onto the bed and staring at the entryway. Joy filled me as I saw her come into the room.
"Oh, my sweet son," Mrs. Holt moaned as she took off her robe. "I wish you could see how wet I am."
"Oh, Mama," I responded before grasping my prick and masturbating in front of her. "I really want to suck on those tits!"
"Mmm, I didn't wear a bra on purpose," she cooed.
We both looked down at her nipples, which were visibly hard and protruding through her nightgown. She smiled as she teasingly used her fingertips to trace circles around them. She did this while slowly sashaying over to the bed, taking care to sway those bodacious hips of hers.
When she stood next to the bed, I crawled over and grabbed her for a kiss. Her hand grabbed my turgid rod as we noisily dueled with our tongues. I could still taste the bacon and eggs on her breath as I explored her mouth. She grabbed my testicles and gave them some playful squeezes. I detached my mouth from hers and gave a loud moan.
"My son," she whispered as she feasted on my neck. "My delicious, young son."
"Mama...oh, I want you."
I relinquished my grip on her and watched happily as she lifted her gown over her head and discarded it. I moved aside to allow her to enter the bed. Once she was on the bed, I pounced on top of her.
My mouth went to one of her fat teats while my hand plunged itself into her underwear. A shiver of lust ran up my spine as my fingers delved into the furry delta between her legs. Mrs. Holt moaned and writhed as I suckled and fingered her. I humped at her madly, not caring that I was not yet inside of her. My dick was content to poke and prod at her love handles.
"Yes, oh, yes! Suck my titty, that's it! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh, I want youuuuu!"
My only response was a grunt as I climbed on top of her and sucked at her other breast. Mrs. Holt looked amazing: her eyes were clinched shut, her mouth agape as she bellowed in heat, and her red hair looking beautifully disheveled. I could feel myself painting her thighs with precum.
All of a sudden, her moans got higher in pitch. She arched her back with me still atop her and gave a loud cry. A sudden rush of wetness greeted the hand that I still hand in her underwear and then she became still. I stopped sucking her breast and rolled off of her while she climaxed. Her face was red and sweaty, and she was panting heavily.
"Did you like that, Mama?" I asked.
"Ohhh, yes," she breathed. "God yes. It was amazing."
I leaned forward to rest my body on top of hers. After planting a few kisses on her tired face, she turned her head and put her lips to mine again. She was too fatigued to stop me from breaching her mouth with my tongue. It occurred to me that she was too tired to stop me from doing about anything. Still, I wasn't so inconsiderate that I would fuck her before she had time to recover...at least, not in her pussy.
Without any prior notice I sat up again and moved my body upwards on her torso so that I was now straddling her chest. Before she had any chance to react, I used my hands to sandwich my cock between her two massive boobs. I grinned as we locked eyes and I began to engage in mammary intercourse.
Mrs. Holt smiled serenely at me, "Well, this was unexpected."
"I'm surprised I didn't think of this sooner," I told her.
"Mr. Holt definitely never did this to me."
"His loss."
"Exactly what I was thinking. I'm so glad that I have a super-horny man son to fuck me all over when the mood hits him."
"My poor Mama. I'm going to give you so much of my cum that you're going to find it in the funniest places."
"Ooooh! I hope that's a promise! Keep fucking my tits, my sweet son." She put her hands behind her head, exposing those hairy pits of hers and making my eyes light up with glee. She noticed this and started chuckling. "What is it with you and body hair?"
"I don't know," I said as my face burned with arousal and embarrassment. "Maybe it's because I hardly have any."
"You wanna put your dick in there?"
"Yes!"
"Go ahead, love."
Seconds later I was standing on the side of the bed, my dick poised and ready. She got out of the bed, stood near me, and raised her arm for me. Once my penis was pressed against the hairy pocket, she put her arm down and I started my thrusting. Her sweat and my precum made for a wonderful lubricant, making her armpit hairs slicker as I made love to her. This felt so new and so wonderful, and from the look on my Mama's face, she was enjoying it too.
She was staring me in the eye, with the hand of her free arm stuffed down her panties. The wet spot on the front was very large and the smell from her crotch wafted towards my nose. I was happy to see her toes curling as she pleasured her own snatch while I ravaged her armpit.
It was my turn for my toes to curl. The throbbing in my cock was mounting, and I was ready to blow. Even though it wasn't her pussy, I had clearly found another favorite part of her body to enjoy in the future. Tried as I might to fight it, I spurted within the confines of her arm-pussy. I was surprised to still be on my feet as I came down from the dizzying heights of my orgasm.
"Ohhhh, look at this mess!" Mrs. Holt exclaimed in faux shock. She smiled as she bared her armpit to me, showing me the matted hair soak with sweat and seed. Though I was spent, the sight was no less arousing to me.
I walked up to her, bent down, and kissed her sweaty face. The room stank of our flesh, but I still wanted her. My dick was still dripping cum onto her sheets, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
Our embrace was then interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I stood straight and looked towards the bedroom door. Mrs. Holt stood up and hastily put on her bedclothes, not bothering to change her soaked panties.
"Oh, for Pete's sake," Mrs. Holt grumbled. "Who could that be?"
"I should grab my clothes," I said.
"No, dear, it's alright. How about you go in the bathroom and run us a bath?"
A smile from me let her know that I was in total agreement. While she went to go see to her visitor, I ran bath for us. Mrs. Holt had this large Roman tub that was big enough for two people. Seeing that it would take some time for it to fill, I decided to use the separate shower to rinse my body first. After cleaning myself thoroughly, I exited the shower and got into the bathtub.
After turning off the tap, I sat back and enjoyed the warm water. I had purposefully made the temperature slightly above lukewarm so that I could enjoy the hot water as it soothed my muscles. I closed my eyes and rested until my lover came back. I was almost asleep when I heard Mrs. Holt enter the bathroom. My ears perked and my cock throbbed as she walked towards the bathtub.
"Oh, it was my friend Doreen passing through on her way to Kroger," she explained. "God, that woman sure is a talker. You enjoying that bath, son?
"Oh, yes, Mama."
"Good. You just lie back and let me take care of you."
I was mesmerized as I saw her stride towards me in the tub. She grabbed a bottle of this almond honey body wash and squirted it into a mesh loofah sponge. She then gently started to bathe me, her hand gliding over my wet skin with the utmost care and devotion. My eyes fluttered closed as she hummed softly while she cleaned me, filling my ears with the soothing sounds of some unknown song and gently sloshing water. The smell of the body wash was making me crave freshly baked bread and honey.
When I no longer felt her touch, I cracked an eye open, just in time to see her shed her robe and step into the tub while still wearing her nightgown. As soon as she sat down in the water, I pounced upon her. She wrapped her arms around me, and we shared another kiss.
We writhed in the bathwater like two eels, our bodies slick with suds. I don't know what possessed her to enter the tub still clothed, but it did not detract from my attraction to her in any way. Her massive breasts looked so good, even when wrapped in wet cotton. I grabbed her right breast and lifted it up, squeezing it front of her. When I noticed her hard nipple erected through the filmy wet gown, I gently sucked and bit at it.
It was driving Mrs. Holt wild. My ears were treated to the sounds of her moans and the loud splashes of bathwater. I abandoned her breast and grabbed the opposite one, but instead of using my mouth, I subjected the nipple upon it to multiple prods and pinches.
"Enough, please!" Mrs. Hold croaked. "Take me, take me now!"
I got off of her and aided her in removing the damp gown from her body. After she tossed the soggy nightie onto the bathroom floor, she and I then began the complicated task of extricating her from her panties. She threw them out of the tub with marked disdain and then gave me a look of painful longing as she spread her legs for me. I felt like a torpedo as I glid through the water to take my cherished place. Seeing as this was my first time engaging in bathtub sex, it took us both some time for me to get coordinated and enter my lover.
The mechanics felt off, but it still felt good to be inside of her. We kissed and licked each other's faces as struggled to keep our genitals in sweet congress. I parted a stray curtain of wet hair from her face with my hand.
"I need you, Mama," I moaned. "I need your love. Oh, it was so painful to be away from you for so long!"
"I know, son," she panted. "It was only for seven days...but I couldn't stand it!"
"MAMA!"
I sat up, grabbed Mrs. Holt's thighs, and began to ram my member into her. The water frothed with the force of our lovemaking. She wailed and struggled to grasp her slippery breasts.
My knees were starting to hurt; it was difficult trying to do missionary while they scraped against the coarse bottom of the tub. Part of me wanted to stop and resume things in the comfort of the bed, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I kept my pace, hoping that the speed and force of my thrusts would be enough to sate the horny woman before me. I'd lost count of how many times she'd cum, but, thankfully, I felt my end approaching soon. I stopped my thrusting and allowed myself release into her soggy snatch.
My eyes savored the sight of my tired, wet, and satisfied lover, making my heart glad. They then drifted downward to her pussy, where I could see tiny globs of semen in the water as they leaked out of her. I reclined opposite from her with our legs still intertwined as we caught our breath. A few minutes later, Mrs. Holt then grabbed the edge of the tub and audibly hoisted herself up. She looked so wonderful with her soggy hair and damp skin.
"Jeez!" She exclaimed. "We sure made a mess! Look at the floor."
I turned my head to regard the tile floor of the bathroom, which was completely drenched. Apparently, we'd been knocking boots so hard that it displaced some of the water from the tub. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed it earlier.
Mrs. Holt carefully climbed out of the tub and tiptoed through the water as if it were a minefield. She got several towels from the linen closet and threw them over the puddles. I pulled the stopper from the drain and stood up in the bathtub. After I climbed out, Mrs. Holt tossed me a dry towel before pulling out her hair dryer and plugging it in. While she dried her hair, I dried my body and headed into the bedroom.
My poor knees were a bit scuffed from our exertions in the bathtub, but nothing serious. My body didn't realize how tired it was until I crawled under the heavy comforter and sunk into the mattress. A while later I heard the wail of the hair dryer cease, and Mrs. Holt walked into the bedroom wearing nothing, save for the towel wrapped around her head.
"Sorry if I took too long," she said. "Did you miss me?"
"Always," I said.
"Well," she said, sitting on the bed. "Now you gotta kiss me."
I crawled over to her and we kissed. Her skin was dry but still felt a bit clammy. I wanted her, but my dick was still too spent to show it.
"Why don't I help you moisturize?" I suggested.
"Great idea!"
She smiled as I returned to the bathroom to fetch some lotion. When I came back to the bedroom, Mama was lying face down on the bed. I climbed on top of her, squirted some lotion onto her skin, and began rubbing it all over her. She giggled when my hands found her bulbous, cellulite-riddled buttocks. I also took extra time on her hairy thighs, making the long hairs on them slick and flat against her skin.
"Alright," she said before rolling over. "Come over here and give my front some attention."
"Gladly," I said before I squirted a palm-sized glob of lotion into my hand.
I started from the bottom, moisturizing her hairy shins, and then I went up to her thighs. I paused to look at her large bush and found my mouth watering. Though I still looked forward to lathering her wobbling teats, I was overcome with hunger. I parted her thighs with no resistance and lay down between them. Mrs. Holt drew up her legs to give me better access.
As my nose hovered near her womanhood, I inhaled deeply. Beneath the lingering scent of the honey almond body wash was a heady, dusky scent. I pressed my face against her hairy labia and slowly slipped my tongue into her.
Even though my head was nestled between her thighs, I was still treated to the sounds of her shudders and moans. At first, I licked the outside of her gates, and then I probed her, my tongue stroking the rubbery folds of her pussy.
"Ah, yes," I heard her say before I felt her fingers raking themselves through my hair. "Yes, that's a good son. Lick me good...lick up all of Mama's honey. Ahhhhhhh..."
I gently massaged her inner thighs as I continued to coax more of the aforementioned 'honey' out of her. My mind was trying to stay in the moment, while simultaneously drawing from both the porn videos I had seen online and then other girls I had eaten out. To be honest, I don't think Mrs. Holt was all that picky; by her own confession, it'd been a while since she'd seen male attention like this. Before the end of her marriage, her ex-husband had sexually neglected her. If only he could see her now.
I pulled my tongue out of her and began to lap at her clitoris. Her moans dropped in pitch, reverberating throughout her entire body. Sticky love juices mingled themselves with the saliva I was leaving. I kept licking the engorged nub, and my Mama's other hand clasped my head. For a second, I thought that she meant to shove me up inside of her.
I lost count of how many licks it took to bring her to climax, but, after a short series of yelps, and her body seizing with ecstasy, she was still. Feeling her grip on my head slacken, I lifted it up and saw her panting, her face red and contorted with lust. I sat up, savoring her taste and, to be honest, getting some air myself.
"Oh, thank you, son," Mrs. Holt panted. "Oh, I'm seeing hearts, stars, and horseshoes!"
"You're welcome."
"Still in the mood to give the rest of my body some lotion?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Great. After that, I'll lotion you up next. Can't have my son suffering dry and pruny skin. Afterwards, we'll take a nap, and, when we wake up, maybe your friend down there can give me some more action."
She gazed hungrily at my still-limp penis. I couldn't wait for my refractory period to be at an end. I retrieved the lotion bottle and prepared to give some attention to her top.
------X------
It was after school on Friday when we pulled into the Walmart parking lot. It was me, Marco Annunziata, Joe Fisher, and Marty Delvin piling out of Joe's Jeep as we strode into the supermarket. It was a chilly afternoon in November, and the four of us were grabbing some snacks for a little get-together at Fred Danbury's. His older brother Michael was going to score us some top-notch booze, on the condition that we buy the rest of the food. Fred had given us a long list of things to buy, while he would pay for the enormous amount of delivered pizza from his own funds.
The four of us went from aisle to aisle with 2 shopping carts, loading them with chips, snack cakes, and other party foods. All the while, we were joking about all of the shenanigans we were going to get into and all the girls that we would potentially score with. It was hard to imagine that we would all be graduating in about 6 months, going to different colleges, and going to new parties with new friends.
The store was livelier than usual; it was the week before Thanksgiving, and everyone was trying to buy all of their meal ingredients before the stores ran out. We were actually getting through our list quickly, seeing as the things we were buying weren't typical of a Thanksgiving dinner. We turned into the next aisle, intent on getting some cake icing and chocolate syrup -- Marco said that it was going to be for use on females, not food -- for the party. It was there that I spotted a familiar face. My mind went blank with shock as my eyes sighted a woman that I was acquainted with.
She was dressed in a hooded sweater and some jeans, pushing a loaded shopping cart. Though pretty, her face wasn't exceptional enough to turn heads, though her large bosom and backside were. She had long strawberry blonde locks that had streaks of gray, and large vibrant eyes. It didn't take her too long to notice my presence as well. I took a breath and tried to play it cool, noting that my friends hadn't registered my anxiety.
"Hey, Mrs. Holt," I greeted, trying my best to keep my voice casual.
"Oh, hey, Mark!" Mrs. Holt said brightly. "Hello, boys. You sure are doing some serious shopping."
"Trust me," Joe said. "Everyone in this store is."
"Too true," Mrs. Holt agreed. She eyed the two carts full of junk food. "That's a heck of a Thanksgiving dinner you're planning there."
"Oh, this?" Joe said proudly. "We're having a little get-together. Nothing special."
"Well, you boys have fun. Happy Thanksgiving!"
Mrs. Holt pushed her cart onwards towards the other end of the aisle. The four of us continued on our way, and, true to form, as soon as Mrs. Holt was safely out of earshot, my friends started making crude jokes. I did my best to just play along and keep acting natural.
"Damn, that lady is a lobster!" Marty said. "All that meat in the tail!"
"Her face is meh," Marco said. "But she had a nice rack."
"She lives in my neighborhood," I said. "I can see that booty from several blocks away."
"I need to move to your neighborhood," Joe said. "It was all I could do to keep my eyes off of those titties."
"Come on," Marco said. "She's a 7 at best."
The guys and I laughed as we continued the rest of our shopping trip. We just had to get some frozen foods and then go check out. Unbeknownst to my friends, I was quite intimate with the woman we had just encountered; we were more than just neighbors, we were lovers. I was surprised to hear my friends expressed an admiration for her chest and butt, seeing as I had seen them both devoid of clothing. Actually, I had done a lot more than simply seeing them.
What had started out a few months ago as a simple series of dinners turned into a carnal affair between an 18-year-old with a father who was barely home and a divorced woman of 55 who lived on her own. In public, Annette Holt was a kindly older woman who was a friendly neighborhood acquaintance. But when we were safely concealed in the privacy of her home, she was my Mama.
After a grueling checkout at Walmart, we loaded up our groceries and headed to the Danbury residence. A few hours later, the driveway and lawn were full of cars, and the house was full of high schoolers. The music played loud, the fireplaces were roaring, the liquor flowed like tap water, and the snacks were devoured. The next morning, I woke up in one of the guest rooms, snuggled next to Wendy McNell. After some breakfast, the four of us helped Fred clean up the house before going our separate ways.
On the way home, I heard my phone ring with a text notification. Since I was driving on icy roads, I decided not to read it until I got home. Only when my car was parked in the driveway, and I was safe inside my house did I open my phone. My eyes bulged at the contents of the message and, despite having banged Wendy McNell last night, my dick went rigid with new life. The name at the top of the text conversation simply said Mama.
"My dear, son. It was so good to see you yesterday at the store. I hope you had fun last night. I hope that when you were playing around with the cuties at your party that you were thinking about me. After I unloaded my groceries, I played with myself until I fell asleep.
I missed having your mouth on my tits. I missed having your teenage dick inside of my hairy pussy. It's hard to sleep without first having your wonderful body on top of mine. When I make my famous Thanksgiving gravy, I'm going to pretend that it's your cum. I'll see you soon."
My whole body seemed to burn while I stood in the foyer of my home with my phone in my hand. If I could, I would have hopped back into my car, driven the short distance to her house, and ravaged her madly. However, to make sure that our relationship didn't attract any unwanted attention, we agreed to schedule our liaisons for certain days.
Her son David was coming to visit with his girlfriend. I was glad for her because she barely got to see him, but irritated because he had decided to do so at the last minute. Before he had called on Wednesday, I was planning on spending the entirety of Thanksgiving break at her house. The plan had been quite simple: Mrs. Holt was going to stuff a turkey, and then I was going to stuff her. Instead, I'd be spending the holiday alone with a catered dinner for one.
I went up to my room, flopped my body onto my bed, and drafted a response to Mrs. Holt's message. It was a mixture of dictated thoughts and typed desires, but the words seemed to flow out of me. A few minutes later, I hit the send button on the lewd reply.
"My dear sweet Mama. I missed you, too. You're right, I did get to plow some tasty little piece of ass at that party, but she was nothing compared to you. Just thinking about you during sex made me fuck her so hard that she wet the bed. Just being away from you is making me crazy.
The next time I see you, I'm going to rip off my clothes and chase you around the house naked. I'm going to play with those huge-ass titties of yours and suck on your nipples like they're the cure for cancer. I'm going to bend you over and put my dick right where it belongs: inside that wet, furry slit between your legs. You had better enjoy your time with your son because as soon as he's gone, I'm going to ravage my Mama good and proper. Until then, I'm going jerk myself while thinking about your big ass."
I then dropped my pants and made good on the last sentence of my message.
The week of Thanksgiving seemed to drag on forever. I did my best to keep myself occupied during the break since my dad was out of town on business. I played on my Xbox, had some of my friends over for poker, and even caught up on some reading, but it was all to distract myself from not being with my Mama. As much as I wanted to call her or text her, I know that speaking to her would only drive me more insane. I figured that I would simply wait go over on the Sunday after Thanksgiving to be with her.
In the meantime, BBW, MILF, and Mature-themed porn would help with my urges. When I was alone and my urges got to me, I'd turn to my trusty laptop. I masturbated so much that I barely remembered Thanksgiving and Black Friday.
In order to make sure that I had enough semen to give my Mama, I refrained from masturbating on Saturday. I had sent another text to Mrs. Holt, asking her to confirm that I would be free to come over. She said that her son was going to be leaving around two o'clock the next day, and that she would text me the minute his car was out of her driveway.
Sunday was torture for me; I paced around my house like a man on house arrest, my dick half-hard within my pajama pants. I thought I was going to go crazy waiting for two o'clock. Thankfully, a few minutes after 2, a text came on my phone.
"Get over here now. Please hurry."
I could have wept tears of joy from reading those words. Still wearing my t-shirt and pajama pants, I hastily grabbed a jacket, put on some shoes, and jumped into my car. My heart thumped so hard within my chest that I thought it was liable to burst out of me. Though my lover lived less than 10 minutes from my house, I fought the urge to floor it on the way over. I carefully parked my car in her driveway and ran to the front door.
Using my key, I opened the door and went into the house. After locking and closing the door behind me, I hastily searched for the owner of the house. I found her pacing nervously in the living room. Her face lit up when she saw me.
"Oh! I'm so glad you're here!" Mrs. Holt cried.
"Me, too!"
We collided and embraced each other. I felt a tear roll down my right eye as I put my mouth to hers; she was mine again. I allowed her tongue to breach my mouth and probe every crevice in my mouth.
She gently pushed me away and then took a few steps back. I watched as she quickly pulled down her sweatpants and underwear. My heart pounded as I made eye contact with the wild shrub of pubic hair between her legs. She reached down and spread her slit open, allowing me to see the gooey parts that I had become so familiar with.
"son," Mrs. Holt said to me. "I need you to enter me."
I walked intently over to her, pulling my hard dick out of the barn door of my pajama pants. Once our bodies were close enough, I carefully put myself inside of her. I felt my Mama shudder with lust as I slid into her hole. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to her. I reciprocated her embrace and then began thrusting into her.
It felt so exhilarating to being having sex this way, the two of us standing, rutting, and grunting like two animals. With every second, I could feel her getting wetter. I really wanted to grab those bouncing breasts of hers, but I feared that letting go of her would disrupt our rhythm.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide with shock, and she turned her head towards the direction of the front door. It was only when I stopped thrusting was I able hear it. There was a car in the driveway.
"Shoot!" Mrs. Holt hissed as she backed away from her and pulled up her pants and panties. "Who could that be?"
"Should I go hide in the bedroom?" I asked, trying to tuck my hard dick back into my pajama pants.
"No, don't bother. It'll be hard to come up with a lie about your car being in the driveway."
A knock then came at the door, and I heard a male voice say, "Mom? Are you there?"
"David?" Mrs. Holt whispered to herself with a look of incredulity. She then raised her voice and said, "I'll be right there!"
"What should I do?" I asked.
"I've got an idea! Go sit in the kitchen!" Mrs. Holt hissed.
I dashed away to the kitchen while she casually walked to the front door. I sat at the table with my hands folded in front of me. Sitting silently, I listened Mrs. Holt open the door and greet her son.
"Hello, honey," she said brightly. "Changed your mind about staying another night?"
"No, no," David said. "Stupid me, I forgot my work flash drive in my room. I just have to dash and grab it from my room. I gotta be quick; Stacey is waiting in the car. Speaking of which, whose car is in the driveway?"
"Oh, it's my friend Mark Webb, he's in the kitchen right now. Poor thing didn't get a real Thanksgiving dinner, so I invited him to eat some leftovers."
I heard their voices trail off towards the other end of the house. A few minutes later, I heard the two of them approaching and I saw a young man pop his head into the kitchen. He had gelled blonde hair and glasses and looked extremely friendly.
"Hey, bud," David said, strolling over and holding out his hand. "I'm David, nice to meet you!"
"Mark," I said while shaking his hand and hoping that he hadn't smelled the sex in the house.
"I just wanted to introduce myself before I jet. I've got a long drive. Nice to meet you!"
"You, too, David."
David trotted out of the kitchen, bade his mother goodbye, and exited the house. Once I heard the door close, I cautiously exited the kitchen, finding Mrs. Holt listening intently to his car leaving the driveway. A few minutes later, Mrs. Holt let out a heavy sigh and chuckled nervously.
"Oh, golly!" Mrs. Holt said. "I almost died back there!"
"Me, too!" I chuckled. "What are the odds?"
"Oh, dear. Well, why don't we get rid of this tension by picking up where we left off?" She asked while stroking my arm.
"Race you to the bedroom."
"I've got a better idea; let's do it in David's bed."
The kinkiness of her idea was enough to make my rod swell again with new life. The two of us dashed towards David's old bedroom and quickly shed our clothing. I put my naked body into the bed and lie down on my back. As soon as I was properly situated, Mrs. Holt climbed in after me and straddled my waist. I put my hands behind my head and smiled as I watched my zaftig lover grab my penis and lower herself onto it.
"Yes, my son," She hissed. "Don't you worry. Mama locked the door, and now we get to have our alone time, don't we?"
"Yes, Mama," I moaned, reaching up and forward to grab at her wobbling teats.
"This is where you belong. Your dick is inside me so that Mama can keep you nice and safe. Doesn't it feel safe inside of me, son?"
"Mamaaaaaa!" I cried as I sunk my fingers into her titflesh.
Within my grasp, I could feel her nipples poking my palms. I felt such joy seeing the luscious older woman bucking passionately upon my lap, gyrating every which way with my dick inside of her. I gazed upon her face, delighting in the way that her eyes fluttered, and her mouth was oval shaped as she moaned loudly.
I sat up on the bed, lifted her right breast to my face and began licking her beautiful, pink, half-dollar sized areola. The sensation drove her wild, making her wrap her chunky legs around my waist. She lifted her lonely left tit to her mouth and began sucking it.
"Oh, Mama, I love your big titties," I breathed before clamping down on nipple and sucking it madly.
"Yes, son!" She moaned, clutching my head closer to her chest. "Ohhhh, my nipples have been hard all day just thinking about you!"
She yanked her breast out of my mouth just so that she could kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around her torso, and she bucked faster on my lap. I broke our kiss to let out another loud groan. Instead of resuming our kiss, I put my mouth to her sweaty neck and began kissing and sucking it.
"Yes, fuck me, son!" She grunted. "I love it when you use me to make your young cock happy!"
"Yeah," I growled, lifting my head so that I was looking her straight in the eye. "All I want to do is bury my dick in your hairy pussy!"
Mrs. Holt bellowed and pushed me back down on the bed. Once I was lying flat, she turned around and started riding me reverse-cowgirl style. My mind went blank with delight as I watched her bulbous, enormous ass-cakes bounce up and down. Her increased speed wasn't helping either. I reached up and gave a few smacks to her reddening backside.
"You ready to blow?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me with a seductive look.
"Not yet, Mama," I panted. "I...I want this to last as long as possible."
"Don't hurt yourself holding in that nectar, son. You know I want you to cum inside of me."
"How about I give you a facial?"
"NOOOOOOO! There's nothing more wonderful than feeling your hot spunk shoot inside of me. Maybe another day, I promise."
There were no more words spoken between us, only the exchanges of grunts and moans as Mrs. Holt used my dick to get herself off. I clenched my fists, trying my best to stave off the desire to cum, but I knew we would be done soon. I couldn't help but stare at Mama's giant ass moving up and down as she kept riding me. I decided that if I was going to cum, then I'd make it memorable. I only hoped I had enough strength to hold on.
After taking a deep breath, I quickly sat up and pushed Mrs. Holt off of me. She let out a yelp of surprise as she fell face-forward and ended up on all fours. I quickly scrambled to my feet, crouched down in front of her prone form, and reinserted myself inside of her pussy. Grabbing her hips, I began to madly rut inside of Mrs. Holt. She wailed as I battered the walls of her soaked cunt.
"Ah! son! Oh, yes! Oh, take me! Take me like a bitch!"
"You're MY Mama, and I'm going to fuck you like an animal!"
With a snarl I grabbed a fistful of her red hair and pulled it back with measured ferocity. I didn't want to hurt her, but I still wanted to show her that I meant business.
"Oh! Oh, yeah! Pull my hair! Oh, Mark! Oh, you're amazing!"
"I love you, Annette Holt!" I moaned.
"I love you so much! Oh! I love you more than my own son! I love feeding you and fucking you!"
I continued to grip Mrs. Holt's hair in my sweaty fist as I continued to mate with her. Her massive butt slapped audibly against my groin. My dick throbbed, letting me know that it was almost time.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum! Mama!"
"Cum now, son! NOW!"
I grunted to punctuate each blast of cum that I shot into her pussy. When I had finished, I fell face-forward onto Mama's sweaty, hot back. Below, I could feel my dick plop out of her, dripping with seminal fluids. The two of us lie there, panting as we tried to recover from our romp. Mrs. Holt collapsed onto the bed, taking her with me.
"That was so worth the wait," she murmured.
"It was," I agreed, my face still smashed against her back. "I don't want to go home."
"You don't have to. Stay with me."
"But...I have school tomorrow."
"I can't force you to skip school, son, but if you skip, then I'm not going to make you feel guilty about it."
"Hell, one day won't hurt," I told her.
"Good. Between you and me, I'm not going to even bother putting on clothes for the rest of the day."
"It'll be a while before I'm able to get it up again," I confessed before planting a kiss on her back. "But I still want you."
"I want you, too, but could you please let me up?"
"Oh, sorry!" I yelped, pushing myself off of the hot, sweaty woman beneath me.
Mrs. Holt groaned audibly as she rolled herself off of the bed and got to her feet. "My poor back!"
"Did I go too hard?" I asked with worry.
"Don't you mind, son," she said. "This is a good hurt. Nothing that a good night's sleep won't fix."
"It's almost four," I said, glancing at the analog alarm clock on the nightstand.
Mrs. Holt let out another groan as she put her hands on her hips and arched her back. I sat on the foot of the bed, watching in awe as she did some stretches. I could still see my seed running down her thighs as she flexed her legs.
"Maybe we should take a break for the rest of the day."
"Tired of your Mama already?" Mrs. Holt chuckled. "Just came for a nail and bail?"
"Or course not!" I got to my feet, strode over to her and hugged her. "I could never get tired of you."
"Awww, such a sweet son," she said, stroking my hair.
I grabbed her breast and put her nipple in my mouth again. She smiled and moaned low as I sucked on her large mammary. She reached down and grabbed my wilting dick, not bothered that it was still dribbling jizz all over her hand.
"For a second, I thought that you were going to put this in my butt," she breathed.
My eyes went huge, and I stopped sucking her tit. "Seriously?"
"Totally!"
"I would never!"
"Well...I wouldn't exactly mind...I'd just need some notice first."
"Did Mr. Holt ever?"
"No, no," she said, while she continued to stroke my tired rod. "Believe me, I tried. For years, I tried, but he barely put out. I tried getting him to pull my hair, I tried sucking his dick, and I even offered to watch porn with him."
"Did he have, y'know, ED?"
"I think he might have, but whenever I tried to bring it up, he got really defensive. Funny thing is that even my mother-in-law agreed that there was something wrong with him and not me."
"Believe me," I said while putting my hand to her shaggy twat and stroking it. "There's nothing wrong with you."
My fingers savored the damp, matted bristles that crowned her womanhood. Unashamedly, I slipped my middle finger inside of her and found her clit. I rubbed it softly, making her moan and squirm in my embrace.
"I think I will skip school tomorrow," I said.
"Fine with me," she moaned. "Oh, that feels good."
I then lifted grabbed her arm and lifted it to expose her hairy pit. I buried my face in her underarm and sniffed it. Mrs. Holt went weak in the knees, struggling to stay on her feet.
"My son!" She whimpered; her eyes shut as her body was assaulted with pleasure. "Oh, you're making me so wet!"
"It's almost winter," I said. "As it gets colder, the son needs his mama more than ever to survive. I'd love to spend Christmas break hibernating in you."
"YES! Oh, we could make love for days, and I wouldn't have to put up the tree."
"Sounds perfect. I could stuff your stocking all week long."
She laughed at the double-entendre. "You're a nut, but I still love you." She took my hand away from her pussy. "Got my clitty all hard and everything. Come on, let me make you a plate. After we eat, I want to take a nap with you."
"Yes, Mama."
She took my hand and let us out of the bedroom, uncaring that we were both still nude.