Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  I signed for my meal, tipped the guy, and smiled at the way he ogled me. My summer robe is thin and white and since I hadn't had time to dry off, fairly clingly and sheer. I looked down at my chest and realized that my nipples, erect from the combination of the AC and my recent orgasm, were plainly visible. It was actually worse than being nude.

  I had no more closed than the door, and set my try down, when I heard urgent knocking at the door. Assuming that the room service guy had forgotten to hand me my croutons or something, I opened, stupidly, without checking.

  It was Jamal.

  "Hey, I was just passing by and smelled me some Malbec, some a that good Trader Joe's shit!"

  Both of Jamal's parents had been doctors in their native Jamaica, and he had been raised in the UK. Hearing him trying to talk "street" was always pretty funny. Laughing, and against my better judgment, I opened the door wide to let him through.

  I didn't want him to see me this exposed, so I bade him to help himself to the wine and I scurried off to dry off and put on some clothes. Over my shoulder, I called out, "What did you do, lurk in the hall until a food service trolley came up?"

  "You got it. The first one was the wrong room. Scared the shit out of some Japanese dude. But the second one, was well, hole in two..."

  "Ya know, if Mr. Room service interrupted your bath, you know I can come in and scrub your back...You, know, just trying to be neighborly. "

  "You're not my neighbor, fucker. You live on the hoity toity fifth floor, with your posh accent... And no, I just finished," I emphasized " finished" as it was Parker's and my code for orgasm...

  I dried myself off thoroughly, except for my hair. My hair is shoulder length and thick, and drying it is non-trivial. I put on a white lace demi bra and wished that I had thought to bring panties. Next I pulled on one of Parker's old button down shirts. The shirt tails came down mid-thigh, so it worked well as a dress, and was well- worn and comfy. You could tell that my bra was lace through the white shirt, but only if you looked closely.

  I came back out of the dressing room, my hair a still dripping mass, soaking my shoulders and back.

  Jamal had poured us both glasses of wine and we silently clinked glasses, making eye contact. No seven years of bad sex for me.

  I sat on the desk chair, as he had settled on the edge of my bed. He got up and went into the bathroom and came out with a fresh towel and my comb from the counter. "You're still dripping, girl. Let me towel that big ass '80's hair of yours."

  He spun the chair around so I was facing the desk, and incidentally the mirror, and began to gently towel dry my hair while I sipped my wine and tried not to moan out loud. It felt wonderful. Standing behind me, I could see his dark hands working the white towel in the mirror.

  "You know, I said, " this whole surgeon thing doesn't work out for you, I have a cousin with a salon in Tucson. She would hire you in a minute. "

  "Sheeitt. No way I'm gonna be no token Salon Negro. Uh UH!"

  I giggled. "You know, someday I'm going to buy you Rosetta Stone or something so you can learn to talk African America Street properly. You sound less credible than me. And I am as white as that towel..."

  "You're looking pretty tanned, actually, Lex"

  "Shit is fake. I get it from a booth. I never tan. I just turn cooked lobster color. Parker loves the contrast on my....well he loves the contrast, so I do it for him. He likes how it shows up in photos."

  "I could really run with that...man, the thought of a photo session with you...I still have pics I took of you at that Christmas party on my phone!"

  "I'm sure! I imagine you have more interesting subjects than a middle-aged woman to take pictures of!"

  He tossed the towel onto the desk and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Handing it to me, he reached over my shoulder to activate the screen...My image appeared immediately: He had saved my pic as his wallpaper. In the photo I am smiling widely at someone to his left, and the demarcation between my naturally white skin and the artificial tan is clearly visible. It is visible because my red dress had slid down so low that my left areola was exposed...

  Quietly he said, "Everytime I answer the phone, everytime I google, everytime I make a call, I get to see you in that tight red dress...Here, look what else..." And reaching around me, he effectively trapped me in his arms as he again flicked the screen, scrolling to a new folder. This position placed his mouth right by my ear, and his breath on my neck gave me goosebumps.

  He opened the folder which proved to be all candid shots of me: More from the Christmas party, one where I was sitting down and my stocking tops are revealed, many from the parking lot at work as I am getting on or off of my scooter...

  "I'm not sure if I should be creeped-out or flattered," I said, trying for levity, our eyes locked on each other's in the mirror.

  He went on as though I hadn't spoken.

  "I was attracted to you the minute I met you. You were in scrubs, so I really had no idea you were hiding all this..." He gestured meaningfully at my chest, and moved his arms up and down for emphasis. His arms were still wrapped around me, and when he moved in that manner, it had the effect of caressing the very sensitive sides of my breasts, through my thin bra and all. In the mirror, I could easily discern my arousal, my nipples were bullets poking through both layers of fabric...

  "You came up to me and said, 'Welcome to the ER. I'm Alexandria.' And you shook my hand like you meant it. None of the hesitation of 'oh, scary black guy in our nice clean ER. Oh, he's wearing a mask, he must be a robber.'"

  Again I tried to lighten the mood: "Well, you know, skin color has never been something that bothered me. For one thing, I always wished I had some skin color! No, I save up all of my prejudice for Twisted Christians. Fundamentalists. Mormons. Like that."

  Again he went on, staring at me in the mirror, his low voice right in my ear, as though I hadn't spoken. "So, no I didn't know your body was so fine until Christmas. Then I was like, 'Damn I want some of that.' Could you feel me when we danced? When I had my hands on your ass. I was trying like everything to manouvre you over to under the mistletoe, but you were wily...Could you feel my hard cock poking you in the belly...?"

  "Yessss. I knew you were hard. I was so wet after dancing with you that I made Parker leave. I couldn't wait. I sat on his cock in the front seat of the car...I came as soon as he was inside me..."

  He placed his phone in my hands. Engulfing mine with his large but strangely delicate hands, he directed my fingers to activate the camera feature. Speaking in a hoarse whisper, now directly in my ear, his breath warm and shivery at the same time on my tender neck, he said, "Now you're going to take some pictures of you, of us, to add to my collection."

  Releasing my hands, he drew his own to my chest. Spreading his fingers wide, they splayed out like the dark branches of a tree against the white of my blouse, completely covering my breasts. "Take it!" he hissed.

  And holding the phone in front of me, I watched what unfolded for the next few minutes , as though at some remove, through the screen of his smart phone...

  He dropped his hands lower and cupped my breasts. "Take it."

  I did. I did as directed, as though in a trance.

  He reached up and undid my top button. Snick went the camera.

  Then another button, and another. Once the tops of my breasts were exposed, the thin demi bra barely covering the nipples, he took a few pictures himself, from above my shoulder, looking down into the cleft between my breasts.

  Handing the phone back to me, he pushed the blouse down off of my left shoulder. Snick. Then the right shoulder. Snick. Next he reached down again and lifted my breasts up, forcing my full tits almost out of my bra, his hands acting as a push up bra on steroids.

  "God damn. How big are they?"

  "Double D. 36 DD, usually."

  "Jesus. I feel like a kid who just found a 20 dollar bill on the sidewalk in front of a candy store! I knew I loved the feel of your ass, but these..."


  He was silent for a few moments, playing with his new toys through my bra.

  "Lexy, did you bring any stockings with you?"

  "I did, I'll get..."

  "No you stay put. Don't move. I"ll find them. He disappeared into the dressing area, and emerged a moment later holding them up, like a trophy, along with my heels. "Damn, girl, you pack light. Every woman I know would have dragged along a whole fucking closet. You're like Indiana Jones: leather jacket, .45 revolver, and a bullwhip."

  "Oh, shit, I forgot the bullwhip. It was right there next to my .45, too."

  He rolled my chair straight back and knelt before me. Lifting a leg, he rolled the stocking on. I shuddered as his hands worked their way up my thighs. Then the other leg. Now, like a shoe salesman, he placed my feet in the red fuck -me pumps that I had brought just in case... He unbuttoned the lower most two buttons on my shirt, so that now it opened like a front slit skirt, the tops of my stockings, an inch or more of thigh exposed. Unbidden, I took a picture of my newly exposed thighs.

  "That's my girl! Showing some initiative!"

  He stood , retrieved the camera from me, and took a series of high angle pictures, which I later learned, nicely showed off my breasts, down to my legs. He stepped back and took more from the side.

  Backing away he switched to video and commanded, "Get up and walk toward me."

  I did.

  "Now turn around and walk over to the bed."

  I did.

  "Bend over the bed. Spread your legs a little more...More. That's it. That is SO it. I knew you wouldn't be wearing any panties. I just knew it. I couldn't feel any at Christmas...Oh Fuck, and you shave... Don't move." His voice sounded strained.

  "Laser," I said mechanically." I had laser hair removal. I represent the high cost of low maintenance..." He came around so that he could shoot from across the bed, my breasts hanging barely contained in the bra. I supported myself on my elbows and looked right at him. The attention, and the tension was murderous. My heart was racing and my breathing was ragged. I could feel myself growing slick with desire.

  "OK, now on the bed. On your back. One knee up. Finish unbuttoning for me. That's my girl. Can you take that bra off now? Can you do that shimmy trick where you get it off without removing your shirt.

  I did.

  "Now I want one where you tangle your hands up in your bra, overhead, like the bra has been used to handcuff you...Oh very nice. And spread your legs wide. Let me see it. You're getting wet, huh. Your pussy is glistening. She's practically quivering with anticipation..."

  "Ok, now toss the bra away and cup them both, offer them to me, you want me to have them. You can hardly wait for my lips to be on them... "

  He was right. I could hardly contain my excitement. I could no longer suppress my moans. Once I started playing with my tits, squeezing them, tweaking my nipples, I was truly lost. There was absolutely no way that we were going to quietly say good night and march off to our separate beds...Again, of my own volition I sent my right hand slithering down and spread my lips for his inspection. Sliding a finger in, then three, then plunging fingers in while I played with my clit...I exploded again. Glancing at him, I saw that sometime in the last few minutes he had taken his cock out and was stroking it one handed, while watching my action through the view finder. It was the first erection I had seen in three weeks and it looked good, just a nicely proportioned cock attached to a very handsome, fit young man...

  "Now it's my turn," panting from my second orgasm of the evening, I gestured for him to pass me his camera. "Take your shirt off. Rip that fucker off. I want to see your chest. Hold it up for me. Have it smile for the camera...You're dripping, too huh." A shimmery drop of precum hung like a jewel from the tip of his hard cock. Setting the phone carefully on the nightstand, propped it up so that it would record at least some of the action, I motioned him to sit on the edge of the bed. I rolled off the other side and came around to kneel between his knees. He was placed so that his mid-section and the side of my hand would be in the video frame.

  Some women will suck cock if begged. Some will do it for money or favors. I love sucking cock. I just love it. I always have loved it. And like most activities that one does wholeheartedly, I am really very good at it.

  Looking up at him, keeping my eyes locked on his eyes, I gently flicked the head with the tip of my tongue.

  He groaned.

  The drop of precum stretched from the tip of his cock to my lips, stretching then breaking to fall across my lips and chin. I did it again. Expanding my range of contact by degrees, cupping and stroking his balls, I could feel him jerking and straining, and growing harder.

  I cupped my right tit. Pulled on the nipple. Giving him a little visual. More groans. By the time I had taken the whole head in my mouth, I could feel him pulsing, his thighs iron bands squeezing my sides.

  "I'm gonna..."

  "I know baby, I can feel you, I'm gonna let you come on my face." I was stroking him with both saliva slick hands now, " You gonna squirt on my lips, watch your cum dribble down onto my tits...then you know what, baby? You're gonna clean me up with your tongue. You are gonna lick it off of my tits and..."

  I didn't get to finish my trash talking...apparently the idea of slurping up his own jizz off of the tits that he had fantasized about for the past six months, just sent him right over the top.

  When he started, I had his cock in the long tube of my hands, an inch away from lips. I was back to wetting the head periodically in between phrases... I opened my mouth to catch the first blast, then, as promised, directed the subsequent spurts onto my chin, throat and tits...

  And there was a great deal of it. I had forgotten how much young men could hold. Seeing it land on my tits, feeling it blast my face, sent tremors of another little orgasm through me.

  I stood up and kissed him then, open mouthed, our first real kiss, the first time he ever tasted his own sperm, and the first time he ever tasted my lips. We kissed for a long time, strangely still hungry, exploring, greedy.

  Then I pushed his head down to finish the job...lapping up his cum from my chin, my throat and finally my tits.

  I pushed him back on the bed, flat on his back and straddled his face. Pulling on his ears I crushed his face into my eager cunt.

  "You know what to do!" I hissed.

  Rubbing my clit on his nose, he forced his tongue inside me. I rocked back and forth, nearly suffocating him but relentless, lusting for my next orgasm. He bore it well, and did what needed to be done...

  By the time he had brought me off, I could see that he was fully hard again. I needed no prompting. I arranged him so that his back was to the headboard, propped up, and I climbed aboard reverse cowgirl style, my back to him so that he could play with my tits.

  He needed no hints in that regard either, but began mauling them even before I had settled my dripping sex on his upright cock. Bouncing up and down, frigging my clit with my right hand and balancing myself with my left, my tits being mauled...I was a happy woman. After a few moments of this, though, I was aware that he had removed his right hand from my tit and was groping around for something on the bedside table...

  "FUCK the video!" I said and pulled his hand back where it belonged. I came again, and then again, before he achieved his second orgasm.

  I was flaked out in the hollow of his chest, his strong arms around me, sweaty, satiated. Time had passed and I could feel his cum drying on my thighs, around my pussy lips. We had dozed off for awhile when he began nuzzling the back of my neck. Lightly he ran his right hand down my thigh and back up, over my tits to my lips. I still had on my shirt, completely open, my stockings and my heels. He still had on his pants, boxers , shoes and socks. Running his fingers lightly over my front brought a tremor to my body, made more intense when he forced my thighs apart to access my sex. Dipping in he then brought his fingers up to my lips. I licked them clean, sucking them, fellating them, reveling in the taste, the seasoning of his semen in the broth of my own juices..
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  I could feel him growing behind me.

  He began playing with my ass, stroking my hips, caressing my cheeks, then sliding a spit-slick finger along the crack...parting my lips, he stroked and explored.

  I squirmed.

  He rolled me over onto my front, and spread my legs to his satisfaction. The battery had died in his cellphone-not designed for protracted video-and at some point he had retrieved mine from the bedside table. Using it now to record the sight of my spread lips, leaking his cum, the slickness of his saliva drooling between my cheeks...

  Putting the phone down, he entered me with his curled fingers, while reaching under to play with my clit.

  He found my buttons and pressed all of them. I shrieked this time, with the strongest orgasm yet. Crushing his hands between my thighs, trapping him. Arching my back in primal animal ecstasy.

  Giving me a few moments to recover, he climbed on top of me, his full weight pinning me down. I groped around until I found the discarded bra, and entangling my hands in it as though I were restrained, I placed my arms over my head , diver position.

  "Yeah. I like the look of that. I like how little you feel under me. How strong and big I feel. I love that you're no real MILF. Cuz you are so tight!"

  Wet as I was, he slid right into the hilt. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he bagan a much more controlled slow, fuck. He would pull all the way back until the head was almost out, and then slide back in. He had remarkable muscle control, I'll grant him that...

  We had been fucking for a while, and I was starting to feel a little raw, so I spoke up, thinking that some encouraging words might help speed up his orgasm.

  "Ooh baby, your big dick feels so good in my tight little pussy. Can you feel me squeezing your dick? Can you? Cuz I want to milk you dry one more time tonight. I want you to plant your seed in me. I want to feel you spurt and jerk and know that you just left your mark on me...you claimed this pussy. These tits for your very own...cum for me, baby, cum for me..."