Mommy's Hot Erotica

by Alina Sawyer

  Suddenly, he felt a soft hand wrap itself around his cock, and wet lips had planted themselves on his neck, slowly kissing upwards until they reached his cheek. With the shower on and Jake engaged in his memories, he must not have noticed Laura rustling out of bed and heading into the shower herself. "It was nice of you to let me get a little more sleep," came Laura's sly taunt, "but we'll need to use the shower at the same time for what I have planned." Jake was excited by the thought of having a quick fuck in the shower, his cock already stiffening from her words. Still, he knew their sexual appetites, with both of them being surprised at Jake's stamina, and he knew they were going to be late if either of them was going to be satisfied.

  "Laura, we can't do this..." Jake began.

  "You mean, 'Slut, we can't do this,' don't you?" Laura said in the sultry tone she reserved for their sexual transgressions, as Jake imagined the smile that crossed her lips as she continued to rub his cock from behind him. "Why don't you wash your dirty little slut, then when she's all wet and soaped up she can clean you up with her titties?"

  Jake's cock began quivering as she continued her hand-job, turned on both by the action as well as the sexy tone she used. Punctuality be damned, he thought, and unable to take it any longer, he turned around and embraced her lips with his, their tongue lashing at each other as they joined into a single being in the shower.

  Finally releasing his kiss, Jake took in Laura's sensual naked body, its amazing curves still as divine as ever, her gorgeous breasts staring him in the face as she turned away with her eyes closed, her gorgeous blonde hair sticking wetly to her skin as she waited to be caressed and soaped down by Jake. He picked up the body wash and poured it onto the bottom of her neck, where it pooled down onto her breasts, using his other hand to spread it all over her tits. He then put down the bottle down and used his now free hand to soap the rest of her body. She moaned as he caressed her breasts, and moaned louder still when his began rubbing her breasts and her pussy at the same time. Jake was glad that he could pleasure his girlfriend so, and the simple feel of her skin on his fingers was giving him an intense pleasure as well.

  Suddenly, Laura got onto her knees, her hands placed around her tits, and said, "Time to repay the favor." She grabbed her tits and squished them over his cock, engulfing it in her massive chest as she slid up and down the shaft, the soaped breasts getting all over his raging member. Suddenly, she slid her breasts upwards, giving his cock a slight reprieve, but his pleasure continued to build up as she began rubbing her soapy breasts all over him. After repeating this motion a few times, she lifted one of her long, smooth legs and said, "I can't take it any longer, Jake. I'm too fucking horny from you rubbing me all over. Stick your fucking hard cock in your slut's cunt!"

  Obeying immediately, Jake took his cock in his hand and guided his shaft towards her pussy, both of them struggling to keep their balance as he rammed his cock inside of her. After a few seconds, they both found the right rhythm for them to fuck while staying on their feet, Jake's cock sliding in and out of Laura's pussy and its mix of water and her pussy juices. After several minutes, Jake could feel Laura's pussy clench around his cock as she grabbed onto him, moaning softly, "I'm fucking cumming...oh...."

  Suddenly, she slid off him, getting back on her knees, then quickly wrapping her lips around his still-raging member. The feeling of his cock plunging into her warm, wet mouth was too much for him to take, and after a few strokes he said, "I'm going to cum too"

  Laura slid his cock out of her mouth and began rubbing his dick, and she piped up then, squealing in delight. "Yes, fucking cum on me Jake. Cum all over my tits and my face like the dirty cum slut I am." She took care to aiming his cock at herself, and Jake's cock finally erupted in orgasm, cum streaking onto her hair and cheek, some of it sputtering onto her lips, slowly dribbling down to her chin to her beautifully soaped-up breasts. A perfect picture.

  Unfortunately, this sultry continuation of the perfect morning definitely took at least fifteen minutes, and both of them would be late for work today. "Even though we're both late, this was definitely worth it," Jake said, panting in the cool water of the shower.

  "What are you talking about, Jake?" said Laura, her cum-stained lips moving to wrap themselves around his cock once again. "It's Memorial Day today."

  The End.

  Que Sera Sera

  I'm sitting on my desk; we are the last ones in the office. It's gotten late, the building is empty and poorly lit, the only source of light coming from my desktop and a lamp at the other side of the room. I put the finishing touches in the Word document I have open in front of me while we're chatting, in what we pretend to be a carefree manner. You're standing behind me, your hands resting on the top of my chair; you pretend to be reading what I'm writing. A lot of pretending is going on here but we're not fooling anyone, certainly not ourselves. The tension has been palpable for months now, the air fills with electricity every time you enter the room, I've come to count the hours by the times I see you coming in and out, smiling a friendly smile –but your eyes are hungry and I know they match my own.

  Tonight there is a smell of inevitable in the air. Trying to keep my emotions, my physical reactions to you in check all this time, has taken its toll. I know I can no longer control myself.

  Need to finish this report before I leave but your presence intoxicates me. I cannot see you as my eyes are glued in the desktop screen but I can feel your every move. Every fiber of my being is conscious of even the breaths you take. Then your hand moves a little. It's still on the back of the chair but now it touches one of my locks. You caress my hair and a tingling sensation spreads on my body making my groins ache. Humidity starts to pool between my legs and I regret my decision to wear a thong today.

  I can't keep from letting out a small moan and that's all you need to reassure you that I'm not going to stop you, slap you, get offended and storm out of the room... You now know I want this as badly as you do.

  My eyes are getting heavy as if I had sweet wine in a hot July day, I can't seem to be able to keep them open. I'm now even more conscious to your presence, as if I'm tied with invisible, silk strings to you, my body can't help reacting to your every move and the erotic aura you transmit. I lean back to the chair allowing you to keep caressing my hair. It's long, well past my shoulder-blades and you stroke it with slow sensual moves. Then your hand moves to my neck, cupping the back of my head and slowly massaging it. Another moan escapes me, louder this time. Your other hand starts caressing my shoulder and my arm. You only use your fingertips and that makes it more exciting somehow...

  The Word document is left there open, forgotten, the censor is blinking, trying to remind me that I need to keep writing but I'm way gone by now. My hands are loose on the keyboard; I stopped pretending to write the moment you first touched me.

  The light-headedness produced by your magic touch makes me feel like I'm floating. I can hear my heart beating faster and faster but it seems as if time has slowed down. In a move that surprises even me, I pull the last remnants of my strength and get off the chair. You take a step back; you must be thinking that I've changed my mind, that I'm going to storm out anyway, embarrassed of what I allowed to happen. Instead I put my hands on your chest and grab your button-down shirt. I use the leverage to pull you closer and for a minute there we both stay still –stillness that is full of suppressed motion. Neither can move back now but for milliseconds that seem to last aeons, neither takes a step forward either.

  I then lean, ever so slowly, like carefully approaching a wild animal. I'm not afraid although my heart beats like a drum by now, but I want to savour the moment, expand it to infinity. Your breath is caught, your stillness perfect, your body tense. The top two buttons of your shirt are left open, you never wear a tie. I approach that cleft on your neck, the one that's resting between your collarbones. I'm so close my nose is nearly touching your skin. I take a deep breath and your smell fills me, there is not way I'm backing out of this now. As I rel
ease my breath, the hot air coming out of my mouth touches your skin and you shudder. Your left arm circles my waist while the other one tangles my hair, gently grabbing it and you pull me closer. Now our bodies are flush, my forehead reaches your chin, and I can feel your cock, hard, pressing against my stomach. I lift my face and tentatively lick your chin cleft, the stubble there rough against my tongue, excite me further. I trail light kisses on your neck while you tremble, your desire more evident than ever, your nose in my hair, you seem to enjoy the way I smell as much as I do you.

  The hand that's on my waist starts trailing down. It reaches the hem of my flowing chiffon skirt and crawls underneath. You cup my ass, caressing it, enjoying the bare feel of my exposed cheeks before you move your hand to the edges of my thong. You groan as you realise that the skin there is bare, no trace of hair anywhere. A long finger enters me and I now rest my weight on you, my legs to weak to hold me up.

  Suddenly it's like something snaps in you. You enter one more finger in my tight, wet pussy, and I can feel a growl vibrating in your chest and throat. It turns me on even more, this animalistic lust, even though I didn't think that was possible. If there is such a thing as dying from lust-overdose, I'm surely not surviving the night.

  I cap your hardness over your trousers, search the shape with my fingers like a blind person, memorizing the way it feels, the way I see it on my mind. I cannot take it any longer; I unzip you and enter my hand in your pants. I expect to find more cloth, briefs or boxers covering you, but I realise you've gone commando. I look up, my eyebrows raised and you seem to understand the silent question.

  "I never wear underwear".

  It is my turn to growl as I hold your cock in my fist and start pumping it. All this time I've been lusting after you, you never wore underwear. The thought makes me even wetter and now my juices start to pour down the inside of my thigh, your fingers still in me, stroking in a frenzy. We kiss, your tongue demanding against my own, but I put my lips around it and suck it the way I'd like to suck another part of your body.

  I pump, you stroke and we're both close to cumming but I need to feel you in me. You seem to think the same as your hand leaves my hot cunt –I can't hold back a whimper in the loss of your fingers in me- but before I have time to protest, you've pushed your pants further down, now they are around your ankles, and you lift me up, holding my ass with both hands as you impale me on you, the fabric of my skirt all around us, creating more friction on my swollen clit.

  Your cock is filling me, your strokes bring me closer to the edge but you're still wearing your shirt and I need to feel your skin, lick the sheen of sweat that covers you, suck your nipples in my mouth as you fuck me harder and harder, pumping me effortlessly on your cock, as if I weigh nothing at all.

  I start unbuttoning your shirt but your frantic movements and my lust make my hands unstable.

  "Tear it open," you say through your teeth and I know you're holding back your orgasm. "I have another one in my office, just tear it open". I don't need to be told twice, I pull it and the buttons go flying over the room, your wide chest and flat stomach now bare for me to worship.

  My legs go around your waist, the penetration getting deeper as I touch you everywhere and you keep pounding me over your cock. Your lips lock with my own again and I can barely breath but who needs air anyway?

  Your fingers dig more forcefully in my ass-cheeks, I know I'll be bruised tomorrow but I don't care, I can feel you are close to cumming and I'm about to explode too.

  "Cum on me baby," you whisper, "cum on my cock". Your words are exactly what I need as my orgasm hits me hard and I cry out. The orgasmic waves are still rolling when you pump me hard once, twice, three times and then you lift me up so that your cock can leave my pussy. The head of your pulsating cock touches my clit as it releases streams of sperm on me and the inside of my skirt that still covers both of us; a second orgasm hits me on the spot. I cry out again and hold your shoulders tight, riding my orgasm, careful not to burry my nails in you although I'd love nothing more than to scratch you right now, marking you as mine.

  We stay like that for a minute or two, trying to catch our breath. Then you carefully place me on the desk, my ass near its edge and you start spreading tender kisses on my cheeks, my forehead, my closed eyes. I touch your forearms, I love the way they feel under my hands, strong and masculine.

  Then you look at the clock on the wall and a curse escapes your lips. We were so enthralled with each other we didn't realise how late it was. You look at me apologetically but I know, you don't have to explain. I go to the ladies' room to clean up and you follow me –no one is around to protest about you cleaning your cock in the wrong restroom. We both look each other through the mirrors as we clean ourselves, our gaze intense.

  As we leave the building you catch my hand and you lightly squeeze it. "Tomorrow?" you ask.

  "Tomorrow," I reply and I know nothing is going to be the same for me again. Ever. Yet I can't find myself regretting it.

  You look around to make sure no one is watching and you steal a kiss. I smile to you before I turn left, to catch the train that will take me home. You go the other direction, to get your parked car. As I near the entrance of the subway, you drive past me. You slow down and wave. I stand for a minute at the top of the stairs as I watch you leave and go back to your wife.

  I know I should feel a weight on my chest, a foreboding of impending doom; instead I feel strangely light. I start to hum "Part-time lovers" as I get down the stairs, two at a time.

  Que sera, sera.

  The End.

  Helping Jenn Move

  It was a steamy hot July afternoon. The haze in the air made everything feel even hotter, if that were possible, and I was driving my truck to help Jenn do some final moving into her new apartment.

  Jenn was about 19 and had just graduated from the group home were I worked. She was a sweet girl and had no family in the area so when she called me for help I couldn't really refuse. Not to mention that her figure was something undeniably addicting to the eyes. Her hair was jet-black, shoulder-length and it framed her sad eyes beautifully. Only about five feet tall, the curves of her wide hips and 38-D breasts appeared all the more exaggerated. She was Peruvian by birth but adopted into her family, nut a falling out left her alone for this move. I have to admit now that I had a bit more than a crush on her with her steamy latin looks, ever so plump curves and breasts the size of cantaloupes.

  I arrived at the address and ascended the 3 flights of stairs and knocked on her door. Jenn answered and opened the door.

  She was dressed in a tight baby-doll tank top that clung to her perfect breasts. I could see her tits bouncing a little underneath the light clingy fabric. She was not wearing a bra and her black spandex shorts showed that in the months she had left the group home that she'd probably been working out.

  "I'm sorry," she said, clearly flustered. "I'm still in my pajamas. I can't find any clothes at all! I think all my clothes must be in the storage unit. And I don't have a key!"

  The third floor of the unit was stifling in its heat. I was sweating already and we'd not begun to move anything. The couch was askew in the center of the room and there was an uninstalled air-conditioner on the floor.

  Jenn was clearly getting stressed out. She called her former roommate and left a message about the key to the storage unit.

  "If I don't have my stuff out of there by the end of the month, I have to pay for another whole year! I can't afford it." Jenn sat on the couch and started to cry."

  I sat next to her trying to calm her. Clearly, the move was not going as well as she'd hoped.

  "What can I do to help?" I asked.

  "I don't know. I shouldn't have asked you up here. I'm so sorry." She started sobbing and turned her head into my shoulder. Her tears getting absorbed in my sweaty shirt. I put my arms around her. Damn she felt good. Her soft breasts pressed against me and I could feel my cock get a bit hard.

  "I tell you what," I said, "w
hy don't I get the AC installed and we can sort out stuff and get your bed set up and do all the major stuff. If we hear about the key, I'll drive you and we can get the rest of your stuff."

  "Thank you," she said, her tears disappearing. We both realized I was still holding her.

  "I don't want to start yet. This feels good." She nestled further into my embrace and I kissed the top of her head. I pulled her up to me to whisper into her ear.

  "I like it too. Maybe too much." I said. Our cheeks felt incredible next to each others. I kissed her cheek and we slowly moved our lips closer.

  Our lips met almost accidentally and we kissed. Her thick pouty lips were as soft as petals as we enjoyed the moment.

  "Oh God," Jenn said, "I've wanted to do that for the longest time."

  "Would you think less of me if I said I wanted to also?" I asked.

  "Oh God no. I've wanted to be with you for the longest time. I just never thought it was possible."

  I kissed her again, this time stretching her against the couch as my hand reached up to squeeze her large round breast. Our tongues danced inside each others' mouthes as her hands moved up and down along my back. My cock was now straining against my shorts. Her hand moved down my belly and explored the hardness of my shaft as she traced the outline of my cock over the fabric of my shorts.

  "Mmmm," she moaned, licking the outside of my ear. The soft kissing was now replaced with more hungry urgency. She positioned herself beneath me and I centered my body between her legs. I moved in to kiss her again and my thick, hard cock ground into her. We dry-humped like that for what felt like half an hour. Kissing, moaning into each others ears, our pace quickened and I could feel the wetness of her eager pussy soaking through her shorts - and also mine. I reached around to grab her sumptuous ass and her legs wrapped around me, vice-like. More hurried and frenetic than before we continued dry-fucking each other.