My cock immediately hardened at the anticipation of what was to come. “Fuck yeah! Baby, women age like fine wine, and you’re proof of that.”
And for the next two hours, we licked the rum, whipped cream, honey, and syrup off of every imaginable part of each others’ bodies. And she was right, my cock loved her mouth with the Altoids.
CHAPTER FOUR
I woke up the next morning feeling a bit hung over and disoriented. It took me awhile to realize where I was and what had happened last night. I looked over at the blonde beside me, and images from last night flashed through my memory.
Shit last night was crazy. Who knew this chick is so kinky.
I looked over at her and realized she looked a little older than I had remembered from last night. She looked more like she was in her early 40s than her early 30s. No wonder she seemed to really know her way around my cock. I loved fucking cougars—hot older women who go after younger men in their 20s. They knew what they wanted and was never shy about going after it, especially when it came to sex.
I slapped her ass cheek and watched it respond like firmly-set Jell-O. She moaned and turned on her back as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Ready for round eight?” A smirk appeared on her face as she eyed my morning wood.
I looked at the clock on the end of the bed. 9:45 a.m. Brian. “I wish, but I got to get going. My friend’s heading back to L.A. later today and we have plans.” That was a half lie. We hadn’t made plans. We had guessed that we’d get separated last night and we would both meet back at my apartment in the morning once we were done with our fun. But in the bright, unforgiving light of day, I felt an urge to run out of here. I hated to stay overnight at a woman’s place. It was too intimate. It wasn’t who I was. And the sooner I left, the sooner this cougar will know that she shouldn’t get her hopes up.
“Come on, just for a few minutes. I want to thank you for last night. You could really keep up with me and that’s rare in a man,” she said with a sly smile, “Trust me. I should know.” She gave me a wink as she rolled on top of me in bed and straddled me, and slipped on a condom on my cock.
I felt her slide her wetness against my erection and I knew I couldn’t say no. She was wild and she was in it for the fun. And she made my cock very happy last night. Before she knew what was coming, I grabbed her and rolled her on her back, taking me with her on the roll. Now I was pressed on top of her, securing her in place.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I drilled my entire cock into her wetness in one thrust.
She gasped and dug her nails down my back. “Fuck! You’re so hard!”
Just then, a beep came from her phone.
“I need to get that.” She began to reach for her phone.
“Ignore it,” I demanded, “I can be finished in a minute.”
“No, I really need to get it,” she barked as she pushed me off her.
“What the fuck is so important?”
She ignored me and answered the phone, “Hey honey? How’s it going over there?”
Honey? Does she have children? She was old enough to, but her pussy was so tight, you wouldn’t believe it.
“You’re what?” A panicked fear spread through her face. “Okay, um, so when do you think you’ll get in?” She kept her voice steady but I could tell from her expression that she was increasingly worried. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
When she hung up the phone, she rushed into action and started putting her clothes on.
“What the fuck? We’re not done.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t anymore. My husband is on his way home! He’s back from his business trip a day early.”
“What?!” That was the last thing I had expected to hear. “You’re married?!” I screamed at her as the implications of what that meant rushed through my head.
“Yes,” she responded defensively, “Why else do you think I asked you to call me Mrs. Robinson?”
For a second, I was speechless. “Shit, I just thought you were just role playing because of our age difference.” I ran my fingers through my hair as I realized what this meant. This cougar wasn’t just a whore—which I was completely on board with—but she was also a married, cheating whore. That, I was not okay with. She was exactly like the one woman I hated most in my life: my mother.
“Come on, hurry up! He said his cab will be here in a few minutes.” She said in a trill voice as she made the bed and picked up all the signs of our sexapade last night.
I stood there watching her panic and I couldn’t decide what to do. Her husband had the right to know about his cheating wife, just like the man who I thought was my father for nineteen years had the right to know that my mother had been cheating on him for years.
Just then the front door slammed closed from the other side of the house.
“Honey? I’m home!” came a man’s voice from somewhere outside of the bedroom.
“Shit! He’s already home!” May looked at me in fear. “Please! Can you please hide?”
“I’m not going to hide.” I looked at her and a part of me hated her for her actions. “This is your mess, not mine. I’m an innocence bystander. You didn’t tell me you were married. You didn’t even have your ring on!” I hissed at her.
“Where are you baby?” the man’s voice came closer.
“Just a minute, honey! I’m just in the bedroom … making the bed and cleaning.”
“Oh baby, I haven’t seen you all week. Don’t make the bed yet because daddy needs to be inside your pussy.” We heard the man’s footsteps just outside of the door. The door knob turned.
“Wait! Stop! Umm, honey, can you make me some coffee? I really need it now. Then I’m all yours. Please? I’m going to freshen up and get dolled up for you, okay?”
I was surprised May was able to keep her voice steady at a moment like this.
“Oh. Um alright. I can do that.”
“Thanks, honey. You’re the best. I’ll be right down for the coffee, okay?”
“Okay. No problem.” We heard the footsteps head toward the kitchen.
May pushed at me towards the bathroom. “Please, hide. I’ll do anything. Please. He’s all I have.” She was close to tears as she tried to pull me into the master bathroom.
“Anything?”
“Anything. Please?” She pled.
I thought about this. I don’t normally have sex with married women if I could help it. It brought back memories from my past that I preferred to keep buried. She reminded me of my mother. The only difference was, we had used condoms, and my mother hadn’t. Plus, if married women come knocking at my door and I didn’t know any better, sure, I’d hit it. Especially when the sex was as amazing as the sex last night. I wasn’t the one at fault—the married woman was.
But for a whore like this married woman, I wanted to torture her a little to teach her a lesson.
“Well since your husband is probably waiting for you to come down any minute now, I want you to take one of the Altoids and suck my dick until I’ve unloaded in you.”
“But … he’s right downstairs.” There was a hint of panic and excitement in her eyes.
“Exactly. That’s the punishment you get, Mrs. Robinson. So the sooner you get me off, the sooner you can go fuck your husband downstairs.”
Without another word, she got down on her knees and got to work. For the next five minutes, I had one of the best heads I’d had in years as May put her years of experience to work as she eagerly moved along the full length of me.
“Fuck, I’m about to come,” I finally said. “Swallow it all,” I ordered through my ragged breathing. After she swallowed, she got up from the floor.
“I still had a lot of fun with you, and I hope we can do it again.” She winked at me as she licked her lips.
I shook my head at how brazen this woman was—she was almost as bad as me.
“Now, go downstairs and go kiss and fuck your husband. I’ll sneak out when he’s distracted. I have one conditio
n though: you can’t clean up or rinse your mouth. I want your husband to taste me on you. Maybe that will make you feel some sort of guilt.”
“We’ll see about that.” She gave me an evil smile and headed out to the kitchen.
***
After climaxing half a dozen times last night and this morning, my dick finally made a full recovery by that evening. It was ready for more. I had spent the day watching football with Brian before his flight back to L.A. He told me about his skinning dipping session with another hot Asian chick while I told him about my night and morning with a real Mrs. Robinson. Brian agreed with me that if she ever called me for another fuck session, I should hit it again, but definitely use a condom.
After Brian left for the airport, I went downstairs to check up on my bar, Damian’s. It was a Sunday night and things were slow, so I decided to get some paperwork out of the way in the back office. It was a welcomed reprieve from a crazy weekend that had left me a little more tired than usual.
Chelsea, one of bartenders, popped her head into my office. “Hey Damian. Call on line one.”
“Thanks, Chelsea. I’ll take it in here.”
“Sure thing.”
I picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Is this Damian?” asked a familiar female voice.
“Yes, who is this?” I couldn’t seem to place the voice.
“It’s May. The woman who you fucked over six times last night.”
“Oh right, that May.” Why is she calling already? “How did you get this number?”
“Well, we forgot to exchange numbers this morning because you left in a hurry—” I snorted at the way she described this morning’s incident. “—but I remember you had mentioned last night that you owned the bar Damian’s in the Mission District. So I just looked your bar up.”
“Got it.” Stalker. “So what’s up?”
“Well you left your jacket here this morning and I wanted to see if I could drop it off sometime.”
“Oh right. I forgot I wore that last night. Sure, swing by any time. I’m usually at my bar most days. If not, someone here can get a hold of me. You got the address here?”
“Yup, I do. Okay, I’ll see if I can swing by this week.” I heard a door open from the other end of the line. “Hey, I got to go. Bye,” she said in a rush. Then the line went dead.
A few minutes later, Chelsea popped back into my office. “Hey Damian, sorry to bother you again, but there’s a girl outside to see you.”
Damn that’s fast. I thought she said this week, not this second! “Thanks. Did you catch who it was?”
“I think she said her name was Jill.”
“Oh.” It was the blonde I fucked two nights ago before Brian came into town.
I walked out to the front and there she was in a tight red top and a black miniskirt. The minute she saw me, her eyes lit up and she licked her lips.
“Hey gorgeous.” I leaned over to give her a hug. “What’s going on?”
“What are you doing? You free tonight?”
“Why? Did we have plans to do something?” I never made plans with women, so I knew the answer was no. But I asked anyway because I needed to know why she was here.
“Not exactly,” she began. She swung her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. When I pulled away, she continued, “but you owe me a fuck session, remember? So I’m cashing that in tonight.” She gave me a seductive smile as she purposely rubbed her breasts against my chest.
“Sure, I’m free tonight. And a fuck session is the perfect way to close out the weekend. Give me a few minutes to finish a few things here and meet me upstairs, okay?”
“Of course.” I saw the excitement in her eyes and I wondered if she forgot that I wasn’t interested in a relationship.
Twenty minutes later, I had Jill completely naked on my bed as I grinded my naked body against hers without entering her. I had owed her a fuck session, and I was going to make this a memorable one for her. I wanted her to scream out my name until she lost her voice. So before I was going to fuck her hard, I wanted to tease her with my cock until I was ready to drive it inside her—until she was begging me to put her out of her misery.
My left hand secured her wrists over her head in a vice-like grip while my right hand fondled her breasts. She quivered as I lowered my mouth to her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “Please,” she begged. She then gasped as I rubbed the side of my cock up and down her clit—never entering her despite the desperate arching of her hips toward my cock.
“Damian, I can’t stand it anymore. Please fuck me or I’m going to explode!”
I knew she was right. I could feel her wet dew against my cock as I rubbed it against her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on without exploding myself.
“Are you ready?” I asked as I reached for a condom.
“Yes, please!”
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
“Fuck, who’s that?”
“Who cares, just fuck me already!” she demanded.
“The more you beg, the more I’m going to make you wait, baby. You know that,” I warned and snickered to myself. There was a feeling of satisfaction at how desperate she was for me and I always relished that need girls had for me.
There was another knock at the door, this time louder.
“Whoever’s there must have heard us talking. Let me go get it or they won’t go away.”
“Okay fine, but hurry!”
I grabbed my boxers and threw them on and walked to the door. When I opened it, I was surprised by who I saw. It was May.
“Hey, you busy?” She tried to look past my shoulders to see if I was alone.
I chuckled. “Well I was in the middle of fucking a lady friend, so I guess that would be a yes.”
“Oh.” She raised her eyebrows and smiled at me, but I could tell she was jealous. I knew she didn’t come to just drop off a jacket.
“But hey, if you want to join us, I’m down for a threesome with two hot blondes.”
May’s eyes lit up and her smile widened. “I’m definitely in.”
I laughed. “Come on in then.”
But to my surprise, when May followed me to my bedroom, she gasped when she saw Jill.
“Jill? Why the fuck are you here?”
CHAPTER FIVE
“Mom?!” screamed Jill as she reached for the bed sheets to cover her naked body. “Why are you here? You’re embarrassing me!”
“Oh fuck!” I took a step back and looked from May to Jill and then back to May. “Holy fuck! You two are mother and daughter?”
Both May and Jill were in silent shock at seeing one another, but it was Jill who finally spoke first.
“How do you know her, Damian?” Jill demanded as she looked at us uneasily.
“We—”
“That’s none of your business,” May interrupted me.
“You walk in on me having sex with a guy I’m seeing at his apartment, and you’re telling me it’s none of my business?” Jill asked incredulously.
“Jill, I’m your mother. I’m an adult and can do whatever I want.”
“I’m an adult too, mom!” Jill screamed back. “I’m twenty!”
“You still live under my roof, so you’re still a child to me,” May shot back. “I can’t believe you’re being such a slut and sleeping with a guy that’s seven years older than you!”
“Wait! How the fuck do you know his age?” Jill turned to me with a desperate look on her face. It was clear the pieces were coming together in her head but she didn’t seem to want to believe it.
“Again, that’s none of your business. Now put on your clothes and come home with me. Your father and I are going to have a serious talk with you when he hears about this.
At this point, I’d had enough. First, I hated when girls fought—it was always catty and often unnecessary. Second, I was getting annoyed with May.
“Stop!” I roared. Jill and May immediately went silent and looked at me in surpr
ise. It was as if they forgot I was even in the room with them. “Look, this has gone on long enough.” I turned to May. “Tell your daughter the truth and stop berating her. She’s done nothing wrong. You’re the only one in this room that is at fault.”
May looked affronted by my accusation and gaped at me for several seconds. “I—I—. Damian, how can you say that? You’re fucking my daughter? She’s just a little girl.”
I felt the frustration rise inside me. “May, stop acting so innocent. Jill is not a little girl anymore. Open your eyes. She’s a hot blonde in her twenties. She can sleep with whatever guy she wants.”
“Thanks, Damian.” Jill looked at me gratefully.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Jill. But it doesn’t seem like your mom will tell you, so here it is—”
“Don’t Damian!” May begged.
“She deserves to know.” I turned back to Jill. “I met your mom last night at Rendezvous on a blind date in the dark. She fucked me when we were at the lounge and then took me home and fucked me a few more times in your house.”
“What? Mom, how could you?” Jill looked at her mom with disbelief. “Does dad know?”
“No, he doesn’t, and you better not tell him. You’ll break his heart,” May said forcefully.
“No! I wouldn’t be breaking his heart. You would be,” Jill spat. She picked up her clothes and threw them on quickly. She walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I need to get out of here, Damian. Thanks for being such a good guy and telling me the truth.”
“Yeah. No problem. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I didn’t know she was your mom.”
“I know.” She turned and quickly walked past her mom.
“Where are you going?” May demanded.
“Home!”
“Jill, stop! We have to talk about this before you say a word to your father!”
But Jill was already out the door and down the stairs.
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