Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  It was already chilled and by co-incidence there were four glasses sitting in the kitchen. Bree had followed her out into the kitchen, in theory to help Susan carry in the drinks in practice to check in with her friend. Susan poured the first glass, "So? You look like things are going well with Harrison."

  Bree blushed a pretty pink, "I think so. I'm not going too fast am I?" she asked nervously, "I don't want to put him off by being too easy."

  Not for the first time Susan wondered if Bree had entered this world through a dimensional vortex from Stepford. The brunette shook her head smiling softly as she poured a second glass, "Take it from me Bree, neither Harrison nor Don is going to worry about us being too easy. If anything would put them off its that we're not easy enough."

  "Oh," Bree went slightly deeper red and flashed a quick glance into the main room where the two young men were standing talking whilst looking at the pictures Susan had on her wall, "How do you know?"

  "Trust me I know," said Susan, she handed Bree the first two glasses and started to pour some wine into the third, "What did we say about thinking about tonight?"

  Bree sighed, "Have some fun and get laid. I hate having fun."

  "I'd never have guessed," said Susan dryly. Then she smiled, "Look go out there and relax. I can tell Harrison wants it, you'll feel a lot better if you give it him and stop worrying about what's right."

  "I don't know," said Bree nervously. Without Harrison's tongue exploring her mouth the redheaded Milf seemed to be having a relapse to her conservative instincts.

  And that Susan couldn't allow.

  "Take a long sip of that wine," the brunette ordered. Bree raised her eyebrows quizzically for a moment, but then did as Susan said. Susan refilled the half-empty glass and then gestured with her head to the young men in the front room, oblivious to the conversation going on behind their backs, "Bree. Go in their make out with Harrison and then take him upstairs and fuck his brains out. No 'I shouldn't do this' or 'what about my reputation'. You came out tonight because you need to get screwed by a big cocked stud; so go in and get fucked.

  For a second Susan thought her words had failed, it wouldn't have been the first time that her pep had the opposite effect from intended. But after a brief pause Bree nodded and putting on a sexy smile headed out to give Harrison his wine. Susan gave a sigh of relief that her friend wasn't going to ruin the evening as they headed for the last hurdles. She poured the last glass of wine and headed into give it to Don. The young man was sitting on the couch, watching Bree giggle at Harrison as the young man stroked her ass. Susan sat down, next to Don, drawing her legs up so that her dress rode up the bottom of her thighs.

  "Cheers," she said and drained her drink in one; she didn't want the glass to cramp her moves.

  "At you," Don raised his own glass in a quick toast and then knocked back the wine. He licked his lips, possibly from the medium range wine, but possibly a reaction to his look at Susan's cleavage. He put his glass on the table next to the couch and nodded at his friend and Bree, who had resumed their passionate make-out, "They look like they're having fun."

  "They do," said Susan. She moved forward pushing her body onto the teen's. he grinned and moved his hands to her back, encouraging her forward. Susan head moved closer to his, her lips curling as she smiled, "They really look like they're having fun."

  Her own mouth opened and she slid her tongue in. Don pushed back, his own tongue ramming into hers as his lips aped her movements, widening and twisting to mouth at her. His hands were sliding down her back and pulling up her dress so that her lower back was exposed and naked. As his palms moved over the flesh Susan felt her libido rising higher and faster and her kissing became more passionate and intense.

  "We're going upstairs," Bree said, interrupting Susan briefly.

  Susan nodded quickly, "See you tomorrow" she said and then gasped as Don's mouth slid down onto her neck and began to suck and slurp at the skin just under her chin.

  *

  Bree led Harrison up the stairs, it was the first time she had gone with a man upstairs since Rex had passed away and she had never taken anyone to her bed who she had only met a few hours before. She wasn't sure it felt right, but it felt good, and just a little bit naughty and dirty. She was sure she'd have some regrets later, but not now, all she felt now was rising excitement and lust, a warm buzzing through her body as her libido began to pump chemicals through her blood stream.

  She opened the door to Julie's room and switched on the light. How different it was to Danielle's with fine art on the wall not grungy half-naked boy bands, the soft toys being neatly arranged on top of the teen's drawers and the shelves having actual books on them. But there was a time to admire the orderliness of Julie's room and that wasn't when you were about to despoil the neatness of the sheets by fucking on them. Bree closed the bedroom door as Harrison came in and turned to resume her kissing of them. For a few moments they carried on, their tongues pushing and pressing against each other, darting and exploring each other's mouths, their bodies pressed together so that Bree could feel the firm muscles of the young man beneath his shirt.

  Then the Milf stepped back. She slowly pulled down one strap of her dress and then the other, the thin slips of material falling down her arm. Bree paused a moment, aware of the step she was about to take. But the pause was only for a second, not long enough for Harrison to register it as more than a brief tease. She slipped the dress down, letting it fall to the floor, "Do you like what you see?" she asked,

  Harrison grinned and nodded, "I sure do, Bree." The Milf could see the bulge beneath his pants moving with its own excitement as he stepped forward to grip her large, round naked titties to squeeze them. His grip was strong, pushing his fingers manfully into her plump, pale flesh. The redhead could feel her panties dampening as her juice began to flow, the cotton sticking to her quim. She reached out and began to undo the younger man's shirt, his hands dropping from her tits as she pulled the shirt down. His chest was smooth and muscular, his pecs bulging and firm as Bree's hands slid over them as she returned her mouth to his. Their lips continued to move against each other, their tongues sliding over and at each other. Bree could feel his hands slide down under the elastic of her panties, his fingers pressing into the round flesh of her buttocks. It made the cotton underwear even damper, especially as she moved closer against him and could feel his massive member moving beneath his pants.

  The Milf stepped back and slid her hands under her panty elastic. She peeled the soaked cotton down her thighs, over knees and to her ankles before stepping out of them. There small clump of red hair, just enough for decor, just above her pussy, the rest was smoothly and freshly shaved. Harrison grinned, "I'm still liking what I see."

  "You're going to like this even better," said Bree as she got to her knees. She reached out to Harrison undoing his belt, pulling down his zip and finally popping open the pants top button. She pulled the pants down, the boxer shorts with them down to his knees. His cock was erect in her face, ten inches on length and thick in girth. Bree quivered in lust, as Harrison kicked off his shoes. Her eyes still on the prize Bree finished pulling down his pants and shorts until Harrison stepped out of them. Her tongue slid out and licked over the large prick.

  Oral wasn't something Bree had done often, a treat for Rex on his birthday or anniversary; it was something she'd had always seen as a bit taboo and disgusting, whatever her husband had said. But tonight seemed the night for moving her boundaries and doing things she never would have done before -- and blowing a guy she'd just met seemed the right thing to do.

  She opened her mouth and slid her lips pink lips over his large dick. Harrison groaned in excited pleasure as the Milf's mouth moved up his shaft, he reached down to rest his hands on her shoulders, "Oh God, Bree, that's good. Suck it baby, suck my dick."

  Bree's head moved back and forth, leaving glistening trails of saliva as she worked her mouth up and down. His cock pushed against her cheek and over her tongue as she came
back down. He gave a groan of pleasure and gripped her shoulders; it was good to know he was enjoying it. Her head moved faster and faster, taking more dick into her mouth until it was filling the cavity and pushing at her throat, making her eyes widen and blur. Bree looked up as she sucked, she could see Harrison's eyes were closed, with a dreamy look on his face, as she watched his expression contorted and he let out another groan of pleasure; "Fuck Bree, you're such a fucking great cock sucker, fucking suck it baby, fucking suck it."

  If her mouth hadn't been full Bree would have beamed with pleasure at the compliment, especially as she wasn't at all experienced in the best way to suck a guy's prick. Harrison seemed to be enjoying it, enjoying it intensely. She moved faster, speeding down the dick and sucking at the large member as if she was worried it was lolly that might melt unless eaten straight away.

  The Milf moved quicker, gulping down the prick. She could feel Harrison tense and he gasped, "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

  Bree continued to keep the dick in her mouth, bringing her head back and forth quickly until it exploded. The cum filled her mouth, salty, but smooth. For a second she swilled it around, letting the last globs blast into her mouth., then she swallowed, drinking down the cum like it was a hot toddy. Harrison pulled back and moved a few feet away to lean against the wall, his eyes rolling with pleasure as he recovered from the orgasm that had just hit him. Bree licked her lips, wiping away the cum overspill, "That was your starter... my pussy is hot for the main course."

  The young man grinned and touched his large cock, "I could do more."

  *

  Susan continued to make out with Don until she was sure that her friend had left the main room and was safely in Julie's room banging Harrison, then she drew her head back and grinned, as her hand slid down to roll over the tent in Don's pants. He grinned back as she drawled, "I think I can help you with this."

  "I guess you can," smiled Don, leaning back. His smile got wider as Susan slid down his zip and undid his pants, sliding them down his legs. His nine incher sprang to attention, hard and ready for action.

  Susan's hand moved down and she took it in her hand, her fingers barely managing to close round the huge rod of meat. She slowly worked it a few times, slowly jacking the dick up and down, feeling the flesh slide tightly over the muscle underneath. At the same time she was fiddling with her own panties, trying to get them down her legs. She blushed as she couldn't seem to get them down fully, at least not without letting go off the huge dick she was masturbating, "Sorry."

  Don grinned, satisfaction written all over his face as he watched the brunette Milf struggle to undo her underwear. He looked at her hand sliding up and down his member and said, "No worry," he reached out pushing Susan's hand off his member and put his own hand over it, slowly jerking the large slab, "I've got it."

  With both her hands free it was a work of less than seconds to slide down her panties and kick off her shoes. She made a mental note to pick up the panties before Julie came home tomorrow, otherwise there be an uncomfortable conversation about why there was some used underwear in the front room. But immediately as she had the thought she filed it, she had other things she wanted to concentrate on now -- like the nine inches of pulsating meat being slowly jacked off in front of her. She pulled her dress up to her waist "I can take over again," she said.

  "Just been keeping it going for you," said Don. He let go and waited for Susan to move on her haunches so that her dripping snatch was hovering above the prick. His strong hands gripped her waist guiding and controlling her as she lowered her cunt onto him. He smiled as the tip of the cock entered her. Susan slowed her movement, getting used to large piece of muscle inside her and allowing her walls to welcome the intruder at their own pace. Don just smiled wider, "Come on, Susan, it's a big boy I know."

  Gradually Susan came down. She didn't know what it would have felt like if she'd slammed down, or even if she'd have been able to do it. Even at the reduced pace her pussy was stretching, it had been a while since she'd had a prick this wide. Though, as she quivered in pleasure as it ran over a nerve stimuli, she wasn't complaining. She moved up again and came down, quicker this time, her twat swiftly adjusting to its new addition. Her face twisted and she let out a little gasp as his prick hit a sensitive spot. She began to move quicker and faster, bouncing up and slamming down, feeling the bliss as his member hit at her pleasure zones, "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes."

  Don gripped her waist harder, thrusting up himself so that his prick slammed deep and hard within her. Her dress flapped against his naked thighs, the material flowing over his legs like a rapid tide. Susan reached up and undid a couple of the front buttons. Her tits weren't as large as Bree's, but they were firmer and they still felt good as she gripped them and played with them, kneading the flesh. Don grinned as he looked up, his eyes fixed on the two sexy mammaries; he slammed up harder as if he wanted the cock to reach all the way up to her tits. Susan squealed again, "Oh fuck, yes, yes, give me your big fucking dick, I want your big fucking cock to pulverise my twat, fuck, yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes!"

  She rode him like a rich girl and her pony, enthusiastically, hard, on the verge of control. Sweat slid down her, soaking her dress and making it cling to her and stinging her eyes before the rivulets continued down her face and onto her lips. Her hair was awry, plastered to the scalp with sweat or stuck outwards twirling like trees caught in a gale. And down below her pussy was on fire with pleasure, explosion of orgasmic ecstasy after explosion blasting it aflame. She could feel his cock ripping and ramming at her, feeding her hole like a monstrous snake, making her cum and scream, making her pussy pump out juice as it desperately tried to keep to keep up with the hammering. The Milf gripped her titties harder and threw back her head so she screamed at the ceiling, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I'm fucking yours so fuck me."

  Harder and faster they moved, the two bodies colliding in a rhythmic union. Each thrust sent paroxysms of pleasure flowing through Susan, them getting closer and more intense until they rushed together into an overwhelming whole, "Aaaaarrghh," the Milf screamed dancing like an electric charge had been rammed into her cunt, "Aaaaarggghh, fuuuuccckkk!"

  Don didn't pause. If anything he stepped up the pace to compensate for Susan's momentary rag dolledness. She groaned in pleasure and continued, thrusting herself down on the rising dick, dripping sweat and girl cum. Harder and harder she moved, faster and faster, the hard muscle hammering deeper and deeper. She gasped again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

  Suddenly Don's face contorted and he let out a grunt, his cock twitched and then shot out a flame of white, sexy goo. Susan gasped in pleasure as she could feel the wet liquid slam into her soaked hole, the goo merging with her own cum juice. She slid off Don and onto her back beside him, letting the cum slide down her cunt and thanking God for the invention of the contraceptive pill. She turned her head to the young man nestled beside her, "Shall we go upstairs and you can do it again." She reached down to stroke the flaccid dick, still sticky with his and her cum.

  "Yeah," he grinned.

  Susan giggled as she made to stand up, but then she turned and moved her head back down close to his ear, "And this time you can do me in the ass."

  *

  Harrison and Bree lay naked on top of Julie's bed, intertwined in each other's bodies, arms across each other, legs between and hands stroking. It wasn't taking Harrison long to get hard again; not with Bree's encouragement helping him and without a word telling him what she wanted. Her hand was down at his ballsack, tickling and massaging it, before sliding up to his shaft as it harden and moving a finger softly up and down to keep the prick to attention. Her lips and tongue had been doing the work on his pectorals, kissing and licking at the hard muscles, lapping over the smooth, firm chest. Harrison's cock hadn't stood a chance.

  He pushed her over onto her back. His hand reached down to her pussy, sliding a finger into the sopping hole, but she didn't hesitate as she opened her legs for the young
man. It wasn't that Bree wasn't nervous. She was; she had been a virgin when she married, hadn't cheated and it was the first time anyone had been in her since Rex had died. But the twist of fear that she was feeling in her gut was less than the throbbing feeling of excited anticipation. Whilst Rex had many things which Bree missed and mourned, his average manhood and clumsy lovemaking weren't among them. She opened her legs wider as Harrison moved above her, his large prick pointing straight down at her hole. She moved her hands down and pulled at the lips, expanding the hole to, she hoped, allow the cock easy access. She looked at the hunk above her, "Fuck me," she ordered.

  He paused above her, his hands either side of her body and his cock a few short millimetres from her waiting cunt. He grinned, "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you so hard that you'll be screaming and won't be able to walk for a week. I'm going to fuck you until your pussy is raw and you've shrieked so much your larynx is busted. Boy, Bree, am I going to fuck you."

  Bree nodded enthusiastically, "Fuck me, fuck me... like a slut." There, she had said it.

  He moved down. Bree groaned as he entered her. She had been expecting the cock to stretch her, but even so it was a surprise to have something that big in her and to feel her walls elasticating to take it; the cum soaking out of them to rush over the prong. But she couldn't deny it felt good, especially as it rolled over her clit and made her quiver with excitement. Her hands reached out and grabbed the bedding, instinctively pulling it towards her as the large dick pounded down into her. Her back bent and she moaned, "Oh fuck, that's so good, fuck me like a whore, ram me like a skank. I'm a slut, fuck me, fuck me."

  Harrison quickly moved into a rhythm, thrusting down hard and fast, moving with pace as his large member penetrated deep into her wet twat. Bree moved her hands to his back, clawing at the skin with passion, dragging the younger man into her so that his full length was ramming into her cunt. The feeling of ecstasy was intense: mind-blowing and stomach churning - leaving her nerves shredded and her muscles quivering. The hard cock ripped far into her, smashing down over her walls and through her juicy cum, splattering the liquid out to dribble over her quim lips. Bree grabbed the young man harder, screaming, "Go on, fuck my whore pussy, fuck my slutty cunt; fuck it good baby, fuck it good."