Mommy's Hot Erotica

by Alina Sawyer

  I laughed. "I think I'm a bit old to be fucking in that squeaky bed above your mother's room. Remember that time at breakfast, she asked us to wait until she was asleep or..."

  Mick cut me off. "...fuck in another bed! How could I forget the look on your face. Like you wanted the ground to swallow you up. Hey, who says we have to fuck? My folks would love to see you. You should come over."

  I thought back. Mick was always the guy I went to after I broke up with someone else. I could always count on him for a shoulder to cry on and a hard dick to fuck. I couldn't remember a time I'd been to his house and we hadn't ended up naked. I knew that would be the exact same outcome this time. Truth be told, the idea was pretty hot. I was wavering. It was only a matter of time before I gave in.

  "Ok, ok, I'll come over. But seriously, have we ever been able to keep our hands to ourselves?" I knew exactly what I was getting myself into and I was kind of looking forward to it.

  As I walked down the familiar driveway, I could almost smell the cum. Everywhere I looked, we had fucked. Mick and I had been lovers when we were teenagers and we had let our hormones run wild. We spent days at a time smoking joints, watching bad sci-fi tv and fucking. So much fucking.

  We were young though and the sex was pretty tame. Mick used to tease me about anal sex. He said I'd hate it, but he never gave me the opportunity to find out. I knew I wanted to be fucked in the ass, even then, but I was too scared to try. He'd be surprised now to see how much of an anal slut I'd become. I knew if we ended up fucking that afternoon, I'd have to show him how much I loved it.

  I stopped at the door and took a deep breath. My pussy was starting to tingle. I rang the bell and waited.

  "You're here! Come in. It's been such a long time, hasn't it?" Mick's dad greeted me warmly. He put an arm around my waist and steered me through the entrance way into the living room. I immediately noticed the renovations they had done.

  "Mick said you'd done work to the house. I love the windows. It looks great."

  "Were you talking about me?" I turned towards the familiar voice. Mick was standing at the top of the basement stairs.

  "I was just telling your dad how much I like what he's done here."

  "Come and see what I've done downstairs then. Before dad starts to bore you with all the details."

  I turned away from the older man and followed Mick down the stairs, shutting the door at the bottom like I'd done so many times before. I looked around. Everything looked the same, there were no renovations.

  "I don't see any work. Are you sure that wasn't an excuse to get me down here so you can bend me over the desk there?" I asked. Not that I cared. Mick was just as hot as he'd always been, and I was starting to get wet just standing there.

  "Would I do a thing like that?" Mick grinned.

  "Um... yes."

  He leaned back against the wall. I couldn't help looking down at his cock. I could see that it was hard.

  "Actually, I finally did the bathroom. Go and look." He nodded in the direction of the bathroom but didn't move from where he was.

  "It needed it." I was talking about the bathroom, but moving towards Mick. I stopped in front of him. My heart was pounding. After all these years, he still made me nervous. It was now or never. Without breaking his gaze I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He sighed.

  I kneeled down until his cock was right in front of my face. I unzipped his pants and let them fall. I could smell him. I pulled his boxer shorts down to his knees. I put my hands on his thighs and breathed on his cock lightly. He sighed again. As much as I wanted to savour this moment, I was desperate to have his cock inside me so I swallowed it down greedily. As it hit the back of my throat, Mick groaned loudly.

  I looked up and his eyes were closed. He was off in his own world. I sucked his cock, swallowing it deeper and deeper.

  "I want to show you something" I said, standing up.

  Mick was still leaning against the wall, his hard prick, glistening with my saliva, was pointing at the ceiling. "What?"

  "Remember how you always said I'd hate anal?" I took Mick's hand and lead him to the couch. He sat down, wide-eyed.

  I turned away from him and bent over. I pulled my skirt up over my ass. I wasn't wearing underwear. I grabbed my ass, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing my hole to Mick.

  "Spit on it." I growled. My pussy was dripping. I could hardly wait for what was coming next.

  Mick spit on my ass and tentatively rubbed the spit over my ass hole. He slipped the tip of a finger in there. He wiggled it a bit and took it out. I don't think he knew exactly what to do and I wasn't waiting for him to figure it out.

  I bent down further until the tip of Mick's now leaking cock was pressed against my hole. I leaned back. Mick grabbed my hips and pulled me on to him. I moaned as the tip of his cock slipped inside me. My ass was on fire from being stretched out without lube but I didn't care. I sat all the way back, filling my ass.

  "You nasty slut," said Mick. "I said you wouldn't like it, but you are trying to prove me wrong."

  "Trying?" I asked, rocking back and forward on Mick's lap, loving the feeling of his dick stretching me out. "I'm not trying, I do love anal."

  "We'll see...." Mick said. In one quick movement he pushed me off him, grabbing my arms behind my back and pushing me face down onto the desk opposite the couch. "We'll see if you like it after I'm done with you."

  I cried out as Mick slammed his shaft back into my ass. He pounded me harder and harder until I had trouble catching my breath. This was the sadist in him I hadn't forgotten about.

  He pulled all the way out slowly, then rammed his entire length into me again. He did it again and again. Slowly out, roughly in. Bent over with my face on the desk, I couldn't see it, but I knew he was grinning.

  "Are you still enjoying it? Are you still the innocent little 19 year old who was all talk but no action? Huh? Are you still the same little prick-tease?" He thrust his cock into me with each question.

  He was probably thinking I was the same naive little thing. He only pulled out of my ass because he really thought he was hurting me. But he was wrong.

  "Of course I'm still enjoying it. Now put your cock back in me."

  "Oh, you little whore. You'll get it for that, now get on your knees and suck your dirty ass juices off my cock."

  I did as I was told of course. I sucked his cock clean. He groaned.

  "Oh fuck yes...... You nasty slut, now get back over the desk so I can fuck you again some more."

  I bent over the desk, spread my legs and waited. My body was tense, expecting to have my ass violated any second. I looked back at Mick. His pants were in a pile in front of the couch, but he hadn't taken his shirt off. He was standing behind me, pantless and hard. His hands were on his hips and he was looking very proud if himself.

  "What?" I asked.

  "I used to fantasize about this."

  Mick leaned forward and rubbed my pussy. He bent over and whispered in my ear. "This is not the last time this will happen." He stood up again and forced his cock back into my ass. My muscles tightened in shock. It was starting to hurt. Every thrust made me clench in pain. This only made Mick fuck me harder.

  "Cum in me, please." I begged. I was in pain and wanted it to stop but it also felt so good. I reached down and started rubbing my clit. I was close to cumming but the pain was starting to overwhelm me.

  "I thought you said you could take it." Mick grunted, between thrusts. "I thought you said you loved it. I guess.... you.... were..... wrong...." His hot cum shot into my ass. Still Mick kept pounding me, proving his point. "Do you want me to stop or can you take it?"

  I could barely speak, but I managed to squeak out, "Keep going...."

  "Fucking... slut...." He kept pounding.

  My fingers rubbed furiously at my clit. I was so close. I pushed through the pain as I felt my muscles tighten more.

  "Fuck yes, make my ass cum." I shouted.

  Mick grunted as he drove into m
e. His cock was getting soft but he didn't let up. I clenched around him as I came.

  He stayed still as I caught my breath, then slipped his cock out of me. I trickle of cum ran down my leg.

  "Do you still love it?" he asked. "I was thinking next time, there might be two of us to prove you wrong. What do you think?"

  As if he even needed to ask.

  The End.

  The First Taste

  You and I have talked online and become close. We've decided not to fight our growing passion and meet up for the first time. We set up a reservation at a hotel, saying we need a room for a conference being held in town. We get a room with two beds for an alibi.

  I arrive first at the hotel.. The room has moss green paper covered walls with intricate gold detail. The beds are covered in white duvet linens and mountains of pillows. There is a tv, a stereo, a phone, and a table/chair for working. There is also the typical bathroom.. In the middle of the room there is a rounded Jacuzzi tub. It is encased in black marble. I'm sitting on the bed when I hear the door click and begin to open.

  I stand when you come in. I am wearing a teal/blue thin cotton shirt and light tan capri pants and strappy sandals. All of which enhance my pale skin and curvy body. You are wearing jeans that ride low on your hips and a black blouse that shows off ample cleavage.

  We begin with making small talk. About things we usually don't talk about. Favorite foods, music, drinks, outlooks on life, etc.. Then we become hungry and decide to go downtown and eat. We have a nice dinner with drinks. Long Island Ice Tea for me. Vodka and sprite for you. Our conversation continues and we begin to loosen up. My eyes watch your mouth as you take each sip of your drink and bite of your food. I'm a bit obsessed with your mouth. It sends shocking thoughts through my head. We laugh and share naughty banter. Giving wicked looks and grins across the table at one another. Attempting to be subtle, but not being successful with it.

  After dinner, we call a cab and go back to the hotel. We nervously enter the elevator and go up to our floor. We enter the room.. A silence hangs heavily in the air. Pregnant with anticipation and confusion.

  You announce that you are going to go get ready for bed. You go to the bathroom and I head down the hallway to get ice and some water from the vending machine. I come back and you are sitting on one bed wearing black short boy short underwear and a green sleep tank. I gather my things and go into the bathroom to get ready.

  I brace my hands, which are shaking a bit, on the cold white marble counter top and look into the large rectangular glass mirror in front of me. Taking in my reflection. I run my fingers thru my curly mahogany hair and ask myself "can I do this?" I settle myself, change, and exit the bathroom. I am wearing a purple silky spaghetti strapped chemise that hits mid thigh.. I am aware at how the silk feels against my nipples.. Rubbing smoothly. Making them harden. And it embarrasses and excites me. Do you notice?

  You are sitting on the bed nearest the window. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. We glance at each other nervously. But with curiosity and heat in our eyes. We try to make small talk, but visions and memories of past internet conversations enter our minds. We laugh nervously. Filling the room with the sound.

  I get up from the bed and turn the stereo on. Just a regular contemporary rock station. I don't turn it up loudly, just enough. I return to the bed. I sit next to you. Close. I brush your hair off of one shoulder. I look into your blue eyes. "What are we doing?" I ask. "I don't know." you reply. Your pink tongue darts out and glides across your lower lip, a nervous habit. "Can we do this?" I ask. "I don't know." you reply again. You continue saying, "but I feel like if we don't do something, I'll burn up inside."

  At the same time, we each take our hands and cup each other's faces. Our mouths meet. Softly. We just slide our lips against each others. Feeling the texture and soft/fullness of them. I lick your lower lip. Lightly. Begging for entry. You open yourself to me. My tongue fills your mouth. Slowly our tongues begin to slide along together. Tangling and dancing in an erotic kiss. I plunder your mouth going deeper as the kiss continues. I'm exploring you. Your contours. Drinking from your mouth as if it contains the last drop of water in a barren desert.

  My hands move from your face to your hair. My fingers threading thru. Massaging your scalp while drawing you closer to me. Deepening and angling the kiss further. You moan and begin kissing back more. Wanting more.. Your chest is heaving from the intensity. We break apart and stare at one another. Eyes full of unbridled desire.

  We fall back on the bed, caressing each other through our clothing. Licking along skin, sucking, and nibbling. Our hands roam. Up and down smooth legs, and thighs. Over curvaceous breasts, stomachs, so erotic even through clothing. We are just feeling one another. The softness of our flesh. The curves. The shape of a woman.

  We both become more heated in the embrace. We begin to run our hands underneath clothing feeling smooth skin, nipples puckering, and heat. We both begin trembling at the excitement bubbling up inside us. We begin to arch and strain against each other. Never seeming to get enough. Not able to get close enough. Our need is boundless.

  We get on our knees and undress each other. Your pupils seem to dilate with each newly uncovered inch of exposed skin. This is a slow process. I undress you. You undress me. Until we are completely naked and unashamed. We embrace. Breasts touching. Nipples rubbing against each other. The softness and warmth of skin sets us aflame.

  Our hands begin to roam. You hold my breasts, rubbing my nipples. I slide my hand downward trailing toward your pussy. Feeling the heat and smoothness of you. We never break eye contact through this. So we see the passion build. There is no turning back for us.

  I lay you back down on the bed. Your head is propped on pillows. I take a pillow from the other bed and place it under your hips allowing better access. I take a slow journey down your body. Using my mouth, teeth, fingers, and tongue. I'm a little nervous. I've never been with a woman before, and I'm not sure of what I'm doing. But your soft moans and pleas drive me onward.

  I take my nipple and rub it up and down your core. It is such a simple gesture.. But so erotic. Then, I get my first taste of you. Licking your slit. Allowing just the tip of my tongue to trace you. I lick your folds. All over. Bathing you with my tongue. Worshiping you. I taste the salty sweat gathered on you. You raise your head and look down at me. You giggle. It's your first time w/a woman too. Each sensation is new. I find your clit with my mouth. I gently pull it in. Tugging at it. Laving it. Experimenting with speeds and movements until I see what you like most. What your body responds to. Your clit stiffens more and seems to be begging for attention. I lick the head. The sides. Then take the tip of my tongue and begin to rub and flick the bottom of the clit. Just like you like it. Slowly, I continue this. Alternating from using the tip and flat of my tongue on you.

  I look down at you and can see wetness glistening on and between your thighs. You're so turned on that you have soaked yourself. It's an intoxicating heady feeling to know that I've had this power over you. I want to taste the moisture that has pooled there. So I lower my head and angle it to allow the best angle for penetration.

  Slowly, I push my tongue inside you. I feel tiny spasms inside you with each movement. My tongue makes slow strokes in you. As if I am feeding from you. I plunge my tongue deeper. Reaching further within you with each stroke.

  I take my hands and spread you open more to me. Displaying you like a flower opening it's petals to the sun. Neither of us can believe how deep my tongue goes inside. I continue my slow torture of you. Moving in and out of you. Stabbing and then retracting. In varying speeds and rhythms.

  Soon, you begin to beg for more. Soft cries and pants fill the room. I speed up the licking. I move my way back up your body. I kiss you and allow you to taste yourself on my tongue. Meanwhile, I insert one finger in you. And build a rhythm. We're kissing. One hand is on your breast fondling and caressing, while the other is pleasuring you below.

  I suck your nipples. L
icking and biting.. Nibbling. Each of them. At the same time I slide another finger inside you. My two fingers are fucking you. They speed up. You begin to grind down on my hand. You kiss me, moaning in my mouth. "God I want you so much." you say. You are almost in tears from need and pleasure.

  You just keep getting wetter and wetter, coating my fingers. So I add a third inside you. I rock my hand against your pussy while the fingers plunder you. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. Entering and withdrawing pushing you higher.. Taking you farther. Controlling your pleasure. I take the palm of my other hand and begin rubbing your clit in a gentle massage.

  You prop yourself up on your elbows watching. Your face contorting in expressions of pleasure and pain. "Fuck. Please. I'm gonna explode. I need to finish, now.." you exclaim.. I curl my fingers a bit and push in far, reaching your g-spot. And begin a massage of that area. Hitting it with each thrust and curling motion. Your head drops back as I speed up. I feel your inner walls begin to quiver, clench, and throb on my fingers. While I continue fuck you, I take your mouth again. Swallowing your cries and screams. Making sure they go no further than the walls of the hotel room.

  I've just made you cum all over my hand. I remove my soaked fingers and give your slit one last lick and probe of my tongue. Not letting any of that delicious nectar go to waste. I rub your juice on my nipples. You sit up and lean in. Sucking the wetness off my breasts. Then kiss me.

  We move to the jet tub. I turn on the water to a nice temp. Not too hot, not too cold. And add some bath oil. We sink into the water and allow the jets to massage our muscles. Holding each other. Caressing and kissing. Playing in the water.. Our skin is glistening and slick as we rub against one another. Feeling how erotic it feels to have the collision of slippery skin rubbing against another's body.

  Once the bath is over, we get out. We take turns drying each other with towels. Lingering in all the right spots. Crawl into the bed where we made love. And hold one another. Talking and laughing until sleep overtakes us. Til I drift into a dream.. A dream about my first taste of you.