I am twenty two years old. My name is Luci. I will say right away that this is not a female name. It's short for "Lucifer". And, my parents are very far from religion. It's just that my mother really likes this name.
Now about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. In fact, my dad and I love her. But, my mom has girlfriends. And this is what my story will be about. My mother is in her forties, but you will never give her more than thirty. Probably good genes and a lot of sports. Her friends are the same. All look very good. If I had the opportunity, I would fuck them all, and I am very selective in women. I don't like girls who hang themselves around my neck. I love the chase and the riddle to fuck my brain, so much so that already sparks flew.
One time my mom was throwing some kind of party, in honor of something there. You can’t remember everything, and you don’t need to. And there I saw her. As far as I understood, it was one of my mother's friends. She was gorgeous. All I wanted was to see her naked. At one thought, I got up. From now on and forever, she became a regular in my fantasies. They were all about her. A couple of times I tried to get closer and start a conversation, but she very carefully eluded me. And it started to annoy me. In my wildest fantasies, I fucked her very rough and deep. She screamed my name and writhed under my tongue. I kept wondering what it tastes like. And he couldn't get her out of his head. She became for me an ideal and inaccessible woman.
It was one of those ordinary days. Mom was on her way again. At a meeting of some activists, or something else. I was instructed to help one of her friends and move heavy boxes from the garage to the room. This friend lived almost across from us. I don't remember anyone moving there, but that's not the point. I changed into a white T-shirt and jeans and left.
After ringing the door lock a couple of times, and receiving no answer, I pressed the handle - the door was open. “Damn, I hope they don’t set me up here now. I've seen too many films with scenes like this." But the house was quiet.
— Mrs Gold, are you at home? Silence.
I decided to explore the second floor. When I got upstairs, I heard the sound of water. “So someone is in the soul.” It would be a crime to discover myself right away and not observe, so I gently opened the door and began to observe. At first, nothing was visible, because the puffs of steam blocked the entire shower. But then, the booth opened and she came out. I couldn't believe my luck. Opposite my house lived the one about whom I had been thinking non-stop for a week now. She took a towel and began to gently blot the remaining water on her body. The body was not just perfect, it was twice perfect, as if carved from pink marble. Long beautiful legs, elastic ass, thin waist and very beautiful breasts. God, her breasts were something. I could tell right away that she was natural. How it was possible to maintain such a body when you are forty remains a mystery. Of course, I couldn't think of anything else but sex. Carefully unzipping the zipper, I slowly stroked. A million fantasies flashed before my eyes in one second and I slightly lost my guard. I almost groaned when she started applying some oil on her body. I wanted to smell, taste, feel. Instead, I stood and jerked off shamefully. Closing my eyes for a moment, I heard a voice:
- It's not good to look.
When I opened my eyes, I saw her staring at me. Panic seized me.
“S-sorry, ma’am. I'm here because my mom asked me to help you with the heavy boxes. Since no one answered, I decided to go upstairs and see if everything was all right. And was absolutely shocked by your beauty. My brain is very bad at the moment.
“So you’re not going to deny that you were following me?”
“I—I didn’t follow, did you?” It's just that at first I couldn't see if it was a man or a woman behind the puffs of steam, and then ... it was already too late.
I couldn't look her in the eyes. Her perfect breasts, the look of her pussy, her perfect tummy - everything screamed "fuck me."
- Well, well, you wanted to watch, so you will watch. Went.
— No, wait, let me move the boxes, and then we'll see.
She pushed me sharply against the wall, gently grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear:
- Don't you want to play? I'm sure you'll last a long time.
- How long can I last? What are you talking about?
Without saying anything else, she took my hand and led me downstairs. We passed the large hall, the kitchen and went into the living room. She seated me in a very comfortable chair, and she sat opposite me with her legs apart. Her elbows rested on the lid of the piano. The picture was very seductive. Just looking at her like that made me want her even more.
You will masturbate for me, and I will be watching. I say stop, you stop. I say go on, you go on. You have no right to cum until I tell you to. If you come before I tell you to come, I will tell your mother that you molested me. And as far as I know, you don't want to upset her.
I silently listened to her and it seemed to me that this was a dream. I couldn't even imagine what it was like to masturbate under the guidance of someone, but I had no choice. Therefore, I decided to try. She put a couple of drops of delicious-smelling oil on the hollow between her breasts, looked at me and said:
- Start jerking off. Slowly, as if stretching out the pleasure.
My hand covered the floor of the risen member. The thought of her looking strangely turned me on. I watched her fingers smear oil over her breasts and wanted to help her, to feel her skin under my fingers. The member rose almost to its full height and the touch brought pleasant sensations.
"Stop jerking off," her voice was heard.
"What? How? Have I just started?” But, a deal is a deal. She tucked a pillow under her back and spread her legs wider. Setting the butter aside, she picked up a can of cream. I swallowed. I love cream. Where will she put them? The beauty shook the can and a small rose of whipped cream fell softly on the top of her clit. I just imagined for a second how the melting cream would flow between the soft folds and the desire to take her pussy into my mouth became unbearable. My penis has become harder than usual.
“Lick your palm and keep jerking off.”
Skin touched skin and I sighed. God, how good. I tried not to speed up the pace and just enjoy the movements, looking at her. Another little rose fell on the neat triangle of her short hair. Another portion of blood rushed to my trunk. Thoughts about a crazy orgasm began to emerge somewhere in the depths of my subconscious.
“Stop jerking off,” she said, and drops of strawberry jam fell on her slightly strained nipples.
I barely took my hand off my penis. The picture was very seductive.
“If you behave yourself, I will let you make one movement of your tongue and lick something off.
My brain began to frantically compare what exactly I want to lick. Strawberries or cream? Pussy or nipple? A slight pain in the head of the member began to declare itself.
- Put a couple of drops in your palm and continue to masturbate. I almost groaned as my palm slid down my iron shaft. I knew that if I moved a little faster, I would come in a minute. As if she heard my thoughts, Mrs. Gold looked at me from under slightly lowered eyelashes and said: "Faster." Her finger slipped into her wet slit. Oh my God. I could only imagine for a split second how her juices mixed with cream and I almost reached an orgasm.
- Stop. Draw a path with your tongue from my hollow to my pussy, cover it with your mouth, lick it all, gently sucking and sit in your place.
Think about the bad, remember everything that makes you sick. Don't think about her awesome and delicious body. Forget about those delicious creamy sponges. Penetrating the tongue into the bowels of her womb and licking all the sweetness, I realized that I could not stand it for a long time. It was a very sophisticated torture and I did not know how long she would torture me like this. When my tongue reached her slightly swollen clit, she moaned. I didn't want to stop, but her orders were law.
What do you want more? So that I cover your cock with my mouth all the way or enter me to the end? "God, what's the difference?" Both thoughts slowly led me to the abyss. I couldn't afford to think about such seductive things. My dick was begging for release.
- Feel your balls, gently massage them. Think how good it would be to slip into my pussy and with strong, deep movements drive me into a frenzy and scream.
It was unrealistic. Another portion of excitement rushed to my solid foundation. I sighed slowly as she got up and walked over to me.
- You decided? Mouth or pussy? I wanted to yell "it doesn't matter, I'm a millimeter away from orgasm", but trying not to think about the strawberries on her nipples, I clenched my teeth and said "mouth".
“If you break eye contact with me for even a second,” she said, “you've lost.
- I won't interrupt.
While her soft warm mouth covered my cock, I did not open my eyes from her eyes and remembered the girl I could not stand. This girl was very obsessive and sex with her caused a wave of disgust in me. I replayed her face over and over again as I fought my slowly rising orgasm. Her mouth didn't stop and I could feel the tight muscles in my throat. My end rested against the wall of her throat and she slowly began to rise. It was the only time in my life when I wished that I had five, not twenty centimeters. I clenched my fist hard. My knuckles turned white. I imperceptibly grabbed myself by the skin, trying with pain to weaken the orgasm torn with all my might. She rose from her knees and smiled.
“Now you can finish.
I just got washed away. It seemed to me that the orgasm was eternal. I lightly touched the penis and the second came to replace the first. It was so powerful that I almost passed out. After a couple of minutes, I began to come to my senses. She looked at me and slowly licked the cream from her fingers.
— Impressive. You can take a break and work on the boxes. They are in the garage.