Sleepover

The first time I slept over at my girlfriends’ parents house I only had the option of sleeping on the living room couch. Her dad was away travelling for work so it was just her mom there, Rochelle.

Her mom had already prepped the couch for me by laying out a blanket and pillow. My girlfriend kissed me goodnight and headed up to her room to bed. I was pretty tired already and I’ve always been one to fall asleep easily, so as soon after the lights were turned off I was out within minutes.

I’m not sure what time it was but I woke up to a wet encompassing sensation. My first thought was “Sweet, my girlfriend wants to surprise me!” I couldn’t see very well in the pitch black, but I reached down and brushed her hair. As my eyes started to adjust I saw more of her hair, a dirty blondish color.

My girlfriend and I had done the deed a couple times at this point, but she’d never given me head. So I was pleasantly surprised at her proficiency. “Fuck, Emma, (my girlfriends name) it feels so good.” She hummed around my cock, and I felt a light vibration. My mind was half asleep but my cock was wide awake.

As my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness the color of her nails became noticeable, a maroon color. I thought it was odd, my girlfriend usually didn’t paint her nails. Then I saw she was wearing a fuzzy light blue bathrobe, one I hadn’t seen my girlfriend ever wear either. It was her mom! “Oh, shit!” I sat up slightly against my pillow.

She let me out of her mouth and wrapped a hand around me. “Shh, don’t be too loud honey.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing? You must’ve been having a wet dream, you were pitching a tent with my blanket. So I decided to help.” As she explained herself she kept stroking me, and my cock responded by pulsing in her hand.

“Uhh, I don’t.. I don’t know about this.” I whispered.

“Relax, Emma is sound asleep upstairs. And my husband is always away on business trips. You have nothing to worry about.” And with that, she took me back into her mouth with a smooth plunge.

The tip of my cock reached the back of her throat, not even soliciting a gag. Something I’m not sure my girlfriend could achieve, revealing more of her moms prowess. I let out a guttural moan. I was laying on my back with my hands at my sides still. I hadn’t touched her yet, still in shock at the realization.

Rochelle was always kind and peppy around me. She always made sure I was comfortable and asked if I ever needed anything. They say one way to know what your girlfriend will look as they age is to look at the mom. I had to believe it, Rochelle was a spitting image of my girlfriend, just more grown. That’s not to say she looked old. For a woman in her late 40’s she actually looked very above average. It’s a shame her husband is always away, because he has good taste in women.

She certainly went down on me like a wife with a husband constantly out of the house. The ferocity at which she was pleasing me was something I’ve never experienced until that point.

She started cupping and fondling with my balls, another tell tale sign of a veteran. As she bobbed up to the tip, her hand followed behind her mouth, extending that wet sheathing sensation across my length. On the way back down with her mouth, her hand preceded it. It was a constant smothering in wetness and pressure that kept my whole package stimulated.

I don’t remember it, but Rochelle must’ve been right about me having a wet dream. I already felt the rise of an orgasm building. I put one hand below her chin and the other just above her forehead and applied some pressure to lift her off me. She played along, popping me out wetly. “Don’t you dare cum on my hair or couch.” She gripped my cock at its midsection ever so slightly more, as if to threaten me.

She pumped my cock a few more times before standing up and letting go. Her bathrobe was tied loosely around her waist, only revealing the upper part of her bare chest. Her leg swung over my waist and landed onto the couch cushion, sinking. Then her other leg on the opposite side. She pulled up the bottom of her robe, showcasing lacy panties that matched the color of her nails, a deep maroon. Without removing her panties she presented herself to me by sliding over the crotch of her underwear. My dick that was poking out of the hole in my boxers was guided to her wetness with her free hand.

I throbbed in her hand, It acted on its own. “Emma wouldn’t approve of this.” I whispered.

“Well I need this.” She sank onto me with a long slow drop that elongated the sensation all the way down my shaft. Her folds, the wetness, her suffocating softness. That first plunge hit me like an extended barrage. My cock jumped inside of her as she reached the bottom, her ass resting atop my balls.

She hissed euphorically. “Yesss, it’s better than I thought.” She tightened around me with her internal muscles. She started to rise and after about an inch up her legs shook, and she fell back down. Her knees knocked into the sides of my lower ribsection. The way a horserider steadies themselves with their legs. Her hands planted on my chest, with her head falling forward with a deadweight. Ends of her hair brushing my collarbone.

She flung her head back, clearing her hair from her vision. I could almost see a switch flip inside of her. She began bouncing on my cock, barely rising with each bounce, a deep ride.

I felt my cock stiffen inside her for too long, and I pinned her waist to mine to stop the bouncing. A deep muffled moan. “Ughhh, fuck, fuck. It’s too much.”

“I swear to God, if you cum in me. I’m not on any birth control. Just give this to me.” She resumed her bouncing. Plap, plap, plap, plap.

I felt it building again. My load wanted to let out. My dick couldn’t take it anymore. “Slow down… or else I-…” Suddenly the sound of a doorknob being turned came from up the stairs. I turned for help in Rochelle’s face, but she was the quicker one to act, jumping off my throbbing dick with a lightning pace. She hid between my legs, doing her best to lay flat and spread out the blanket so her feet reveal her camouflage. Panicking, I threw the blanket higher up onto the backrest of the couch to create more free space for Emma’s mom down there.

The top stair creaked as it bore the weight of my girlfriend's first delicate step. I raised my knee a little to create more free space beneath the cover, and finished the coverup by tucking a few loose strands of her mothers hair under the blanket.

As my girlfriend descended a couple more steps, I closed my eyes and rested one cheek on my pillow, pretending to be asleep.

I felt a wet suction around my dick once again. “No fucking way, she’s out of her mind.” I thought to myself. My girlfriend's mom is hiding from her own daughter while sucking my dick.

My brow furrowed trying to ignore the pleasure. I felt her tongue swirling around my tip. I twitched beneath the covers. She countered by dipping her nose below my naval, forcing me deep into her throat again. I accidentally let out a moan as my girlfriend approached me with cat-like steps.

“Hey, baby, you alright? Having a nightmare?” She asked concernedly. How innocent. My sweet girlfriend thinks I’m having a nightmare, when I’m really getting head from her mom. It was more similar to experiencing a thrilling erotic dream than a nightmare.

I played into the act, pretending to wake up slowly from my so-called nightmare. I rolled my head on my pillow to face her, opening my eyes into a squint. “Hmm? Oh, yeah… a nightmare. But I’m okay. Thanks baby.”

Rochelle started getting busy again beneath the blanket, slowly taking me in and out of her mouth. I could feel her lips forming a tight seal around me, heightening the throbbing sensation. My breathing sounded heavy.

“My poor baby.” Emma planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “Let me get you some water.” Then she began walking into the kitchen.

Rochelle increased her pace as she heard her daughter walk away. I felt her tongue sliding up and down the underside of my cock. Over and over. I was twitching into her hot mouth involuntarily, less time in between each kick as her bobbing went on.

The fridge door opens, jars rattling in its door. A wet engrasp enfolds my whole shaft. A glass of water can be heard being poured. I twitch deep in the back of her throat. She doesn’t even flinch. The fridge door closes. She sinks deep once more and holds me there, squeezed by the walls of her throat.

My girlfriend comes and sets the water at the table beside the couch. “Feeling okay baby? You look pale.” Probably because most of my blood is in my erection.

Suddenly the bobbing continues. Up. Down. Up. Down. I flex my abdomen and push my knees together, squeezing Rochelle’s head in between my thighs. She doesn’t let up.

“Im okay, Honey. Don’t w- ughh..” A pleasureful wince perceived as one for pain cuts off my plea.

“What’s wrong, baby? Tell me..” Emma cups my face with her hand.

I was right on the edge and there was nothing I could do. Rochelle’s mouth was a hot, soaking mess around me, lips sealed tight, tongue slapping the underside of my cock while spit poured out of her and ran down my balls. My stomach clenched. My cock swelled hard against her tongue, the head flaring in the back of her throat, and then it hit.

My cock flexed on its own and I couldn’t relax it. Cum surged out of me in heavy, hot ropes, flooding her mouth, spilling over her tongue, and she just moaned around it, swallowing and slurping louder. I jerked under the covers, thighs shaking, biting down on a groan so hard my jaw ached.

Emma ripped the blanket off of me, revealing her mom’s mouth planted on my dick.

“What the fuck, Mom?”

Rochelle dropped me out of her mouth, one hand still around me. “Honey I-“ She pursed her lips, tilted her head a little, and gave a tiny shrug. She didn’t know what to say.

She continued pumping me, but in a more sensitive way. As if to slowly massage the last bit of cum out of me.

I closed my eyes and pressed my head deeper into my pillow. A moan I couldn’t hold back escaped.

Emma grabbed her mom’s hand and removed it from my dick. Another forceful tug got the rest of Rochelle’s body off the couch.

“You can’t just have sex with my boyfriend!”

I rushed to put myself back in my underwear then gather my things. Luckily just a bookbag prepped to stay the night. I didn’t bother putting my shoes on when I got out of there.

As I made my way for the door Emma and her mom continued to get into it.

“Baby I was just having some fun, please forgive me.”

I closed the door behind me and trotted to my car parked in the street. I drove home in just my underwear, not even socks.

As I parked in my parent’s driveway I prepared to sneak into my room so I wouldn't wake anyone.

\*Ping\* My phone's notification screen lit up. A text from Emma.

“Please come back, my mom and I worked things out. :)”

I pinched my leg as hard as I could. “Am I fucking dreaming?”

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