Chapter Two
Back in the day, when Jenny was still married to Eliot Steele, she had been a stay-at-home housewife. She had been in charge of their son, Ethan—making sure he got to school on time, helping with his homework, those sorts of things.
Eliot had been the breadwinner of the household, and Jenny had no problem being the hot trophy wife. She was 10 years younger than her ex, taller than him, and way better looking.
Everyone knew that Eliot had been swinging above his weight class when he bagged Jennifer. Behind her back, jealous bitches called Jenny a gold-digger.
She didn’t give two shits. She loved spending Eliot’s money on jewelry and clothes and nice things. She got herself a brand new Audi R8—looking like a bright blonde strawberry in her strawberry-colored supercar.
Jenny used to be a shopping addict. She loved spending Eliot’s money almost as much as she loved getting pounded by Colton’s huge cock.
She had to get rid of the car once the divorce was final, unfortunately, though she received a generous stipend because Eliot had been at fault for the breakup. He had been the adulterer, which shocked even the judge who made the final decision.
Jenny could remember the stricken look on the judge’s face when his eyes darted from Eliot to her, as if to say, “How could you fuck this up with such a hot piece of ass? I’d love to bend this lovely minx over the witness stand and stick my gavel up her ass while I creampie her tight pussy.”
At least, that’s how Jenny’s imagination saw that predatory look in the judge’s eyes.
Either way, Eliot had fucked up, Jenny got millions, and could comfortably do nothing for the rest of her life if she wanted.
But Ms. Steele quickly became restless. Her son was a teenager now—almost 19 years old—and nearly finished with high school. He wanted less and less to do with his momma the more time went by.
If he had friends over, Ethan would blush like a tomato whenever his hot bimbo mother walked into the room with her giant tits bouncing around, her badonkadonk sashaying left and right.
The fact was, Jenny didn’t have anyone to coddle anymore. She was a single woman again with a son who would be going to college soon—if all went well.
She knew she needed to get back in the saddle, before she dried up and became one of those millionaire prudes who hung around uppity coffee shops and talked trash about anything and everything all day. She didn’t want to be like the Karens of the world, whose sole purpose in life seemed to be to make life miserable for everyone around them.
She needed a new young buck. She needed a big dick in her life to show her a new way of living.
Enter Colton Cunningham.
Jenny hadn’t planned on falling for a boy her son’s age. But when he walked into the house one day looking like a chiseled god of thunder with his loose tank top that showed off his tanned, shredded arms, and a pair of pants that clung to his bulky thighs, giving her an eyeful of bulging manmeat, it all fell into place.
It all seemed obvious.
Ridiculously good looks? Check. Ridiculously big cock? Check. An impressionable, innocent and kind mind that she could manipulate and mold? Check.
She’d seen the fat cocklog that Colton had been packing when he’d just been a boy. It had been impressive even then, when he and Ethan had been growing up as kids.
As the years had passed, she’d forgotten about it—or blocked it out of her mind, that she had purposefully preyed on her son’s friend after hearing Ethan yell “Jeez, your dick is huge, Colt!” one fateful afternoon, and then gone to investigate.
But now Colton was back in her life, in a big way. Her pussy ached for him day in and day out.
It hadn’t been necessary for her to mold and manipulate his innocent mind—his innocence had clearly been lost years ago.
The boy knew what kind of a weapon he had between his legs, and he wasn’t afraid to use it. He was that perfect combination of man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it.
Jenny wondered how long Colton had been making women quiver in their high heels, staring at his protruding crotch. Had Gabriella Evans fallen for him after spying that donkey dick? Or had she actually fallen for him, like, emotionally and stuff?
Jenny knew what it was like to be a hot teenage girl—she’d been one herself. And when she had been a teenager, she had been just as horny as all the pubescent boys, if not more so. Sure, women had to act a bit more demure and less outgoing than the guys, especially when she’d been growing up, but that didn’t change the fact that their minds were filled with lust and cocks and dreams of double penetrations and anal.
Back then, it had been improper to act like a loose woman. That’s probably why she ended up marrying Eliot, she figured—her years of sexual repression caught up to her. She’d always been taught that money could buy happiness.
But now she knew better. Money didn’t buy happiness—big fat cocks did.
After Colton ate her pussy like her muff was a water fountain and he’d been trapped in the desert for 10 years, Jenny sat on the couch for a moment, gathering herself. He had splooged all over her face after throatfucking her with the belt around her neck, and she could feel the tenderness on the back of her neck.
Luckily, her blonde hair was long enough to cover up any bruises that might show up, lest Ethan wonder what the hell happened to mommy.
Colton’s cum dried on her face like a wax mask. It was cold, clammy, and sticky.
She finally came back to reality and wandered upstairs to take a shower.
While she was in the shower cleaning herself off and becoming a fresh woman again, she received another zap to her pussy.
Colton was off somewhere laughing it up, torturing her with the press of a button.
Jenny clenched her teeth before they clattered together. She squeezed her legs inward and let out a low moan as the buzzing pussy defibrillator loosened up her coiled nerves.
She leaned forward until her forehead rested on the wall underneath the shower spout. The warm water poured onto her back and dripped nicely off her body.
She reached down between her legs and started twiddling herself, rubbing her clit with one hand while she fingerblasted herself with the other—doing it the way that only she knew how to do.
She took out Colton’s menacing little toy for a moment so she could play with herself. The juxtaposition of the warm, roiling water on her back and the hot, grooved feeling of her pussy made it seem like she was melting from euphoria.
She clenched her mouth shut and continued to masturbate. It didn’t take long for her to get going, but she suddenly had a better idea.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the little pussy massager in her hand. She wondered, What’s the range on this thing? How can Colton be across town and be using it on me? Or is he just hiding in the bushes right outside my house, getting a kick out of watching me squirm?
Maybe it has a timer or something . . . like it zaps me every hour or so.
Technology’s fucking crazy.
Before she found herself lost in technical questions, she stuck the muff shaker back up her pussy and headed out of the shower. She had to walk a bit bow-legged to keep the thing from popping out without any panties on, but she didn’t want to get dressed quite yet.
She dried off, walked into her master bedroom, and sprawled on her bed, naked.
She lay back on her pillow, loving the gentle feeling of the cotton against her clean skin. She stared out at the full-length mirror near the foot of the bed, and then spread her legs until the little machine could be seen poking out of her vagina.
Jenny reached to her nightstand and found her thick, seven-inch blue dildo. It wasn’t as long or thick as Colton’s cock rocket, but it had been the biggest thing she’d ever shoved up her twat up until she’d met him.
She started fingering herself again with her right hand, moving around the edges of the buzzer, watching herself in the mirror as her fingers worked. It was utterly erotic and
captivating, and she realized she was leaking juices within a few minutes.
Unceremoniously, she plunged the blue dildo between her buttcrack and speared it into her asshole. The insides of her cheeks slid down the smooth toy as it sunk down her ass-tunnel.
She gritted her teeth and moaned when the bulky head of the dildo dove into her depths and pushed the skin of her bumhole apart.
It was the most tender part of her body—the most erogenous of zones—and she leaned her head back to stare up at the ceiling.
Her door was closed and she was home alone.
She started wailing once she plunged her asshole with the dildo while simultaneously fingering herself. She let her voice ring out and echo through the room, down the hallways, and into the house.
What she didn’t know, was that within five minutes of her eager masturbation session, Ethan returned home with his friends. It was him and two buddies—they were Colton’s posse, usually, when he was around.
The front door creaked open and Ethan stepped inside the house, immediately beelining for the kitchen.
“Yeah, I thought the movie was good, but the special effects could’ve been better, don’t you think?” he said as he closed the door behind him.
His friends Jack and Will were football buddies. Jack was a big, oversized white boy who played left tackle and weighed about 250 pounds, even at 17 years old, and Will was a tall, skinny black kid who played wide receiver opposite Colton.
“Black Panther is still the best Avengers movie,” Will said, following Ethan and Jack into the kitchen.
“You just think that because you’re black,” Jack said, shaking his head.
Ethan frowned. “The fuck, Jack?”
Jack shrugged. He had no filter, and even though he was shorter than Will, he weighed almost twice as much and could crush the kid if he ever could catch him. He had no reason to be scared of anyone on his team, and he showed it. He wasn’t a PC young man.
“What? It’s true and you know it,” he said, eyeing both of his teammates.
Ethan started to say, “Yeah, but—”
“Ohhh fuuuuck!” a muffled voice carried from upstairs.
Ethan’s mouth stayed open but no more words came out. His eyes widened and darted from Jack to Will, hoping neither of them had heard what he just did.
But Will said, “Did you just . . . hear . . .”
“Fucking cream my ass with that fat cock!” the voice yelled.
Ethan’s face lit up like a cherry. It was clearly his mom’s voice he was hearing—he would know that sound anywhere.
He’d never felt more embarrassed in his entire life.
Jack snorted and covered his face with a palm—the first sheepish look that he’d ever sported. “Oh my God, Ethan, is that your—”
“Shhhh!” Will said, inching his ear toward the stairs leading up.
“Shit, shit, fucking stretch meeee!” Jenny wailed.
Ethan stared at the ground, then said, “What the hell, guys, have some decency!”
Will and Jack just faced at each other, then burst out laughing.
“But your mom’s hot as shit,” Will said.
“Do you think she’s getting railed right now?” Jack asked, his non-filter returning.
“Jesus Christ, guys! Of course not, she’s recently divorced!”
Will and Jack looked at each other, then they turned their gazes on him, looking at him like he was deaf, dumb, and blind.
Will said, “Uhh, yeah, and she’s probably horny as fuck. She needs some new dic—”
“You guys need to go!” Ethan interjected. “Now. Come on, out.” Ethan waved them on like an air traffic controller, toward the front door. “It’s been fun, it’s been real, but it hasn’t been real fun,” he said, repeating a motto that he said quite often.
Jack pouted, his big flabby face twisting, his jowls sinking like a bull dog’s. “Aww, man, but we’re just getting to the good part—”
“Go!” Ethan shouted.
“Fine, we’ll see you at practice tomorrow,” Jack said. His head was bowed as he left the house, but he made sure to stand in the doorway for a split second too long.
Long enough to hear Jenny shout, “Split me in half you fucking dick fiend!”
Will and Jack laughed the entire way down the walkway leading off the property.
Ethan slammed the door behind them.
He was close to tears. How could his mom embarrass him so much in front of his friends?! Had she no shame?
And what if Jack had been right? What if she was sleeping with some strange man in her bed?
. . . In the same bed his father used to sleep in.
Ethan steeled himself and clenched his fists at his sides. He decided he would go investigate—if only to make sure that nothing was wrong.
Yeah, that’s what he told himself . . . Make sure she’s okay.
A little devil on his shoulder said, She’s more than okay, you fucking idiot!
He headed toward the stairs, his feet feeling like cinderblocks. He gained the first step, then he heard something that made his blood run cold and stopped him in his tracks, his whole body frozen.
His mom screeched:
“Do it to me Colton, stretch my sweet little cunt with your monster horsecock!”
Chapter Three
While Jenny beat up her pussy with her legs in the air, screaming like a banshee, she curled her toes and watched her reflection as the blue dildo dove in and out of her asshole.
It was alarming—how stretched her butt looked from the thick toy—but she knew she wanted to stuff bigger things up there. Namely, Colton’s huge thing. She wondered if his enormous manhood would tear her apart and split her in two like a lumberjack splitting a log.
She knew he was thicker than the dildo—she’d stuck the toy down her pussy and it didn’t have the same width as Colt’s penis. His was also veiny and warm and just thinking about it made her moan in delight.
She threw her head back against the pillow, closing her eyes and clenching her mouth shut, all the while plumbing her asshole like a stopped up toilet.
Jenny felt so betrayed by that big cocked buffoon. He had played with her, eaten her out through two orgasms, and stuffed his cockmeat down her gullet, but he hadn’t gone all the way!
She wanted to scream—not with pleasure, but from frustration. Jennifer Steele typically got what she wanted. She was used to it. Even when she’d been married, she often counted how many free drinks she got from flirty guys at the bars.
She’d never succumbed to the cheating ways like her husband had, but it always tickled her mind, the idea that every guy wanted to fuck her. When she went out, she often found herself daydreaming about guys’ cocks. Some fine ladies had even hit on her in the past, and she definitely wasn’t beyond a good scissoring if it seemed like a good fit.
Alas, it wasn’t until Colton that she finally acted on her desires.
And he hadn’t even fucked her today!
How dare he! she thought.
I see your tricks, Colton Cunningham. You went off and made me addicted to your body, and then pull away when your cock’s just out of tongue’s reach!
She loved tasting him and his strong, sweet cum, but she wanted her pussy to have a taste, too. She needed him to rearrange her guts and have her screaming like a deranged hermit.
She didn’t care who heard her.
Which was a good thing, because her son was currently creeping up the stairs toward her bedroom, tiptoeing on eggshells as he tried to get a better listen to his mother’s wailing cries.
Of course, Jenny had thought Ethan was going to be out longer. She had no idea he had come home with his friends, and that Ethan, Jack, and Will had heard her screeching lewd remarks about getting stuffed and railed.
Luckily, Will and Jack hadn’t heard the comment regarding Colton’s monster horsecock, or else Ethan would have been mortified.
He already was. He’d never heard his mother like this.
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nbsp; As he ventured down the hall toward her room, goosebumps popped up on his arms and neck. His eyes were wide with fear and horrified fascination.
Jenny’s bed creaked from her body’s jerky movements. She stabbed into her own asshole like it owed her money, feverishly trying to take out her frustration of not getting any dick that night, on her butt.
The dildo hit a particularly nervy spot in her rectum and all of her muscles unclenched. Her mouth fell open. She squirted across her bed like a Nerf Blaster, the pissy juices arching up toward the ceiling and then cascading down in front of her. A couple of drops even splattered against the mirror 10 feet away, her flow was so powerful.
She let out a loud drawl as she squirted and clamped her toes and hands together. Then her head fell back once more on the pillow and she started chuckling to herself.
“Good God, that was intense,” she whispered, shaking her head as her body continued to twitch.
The lurid thoughts had escaped her for a moment. The mind-numbing orgasm had brought her back to planet Earth.
On the other side of the door, Ethan’s mouth was more agape than Jenny’s sphincter, and he slapped a hand over his maw so he wouldn’t make a peep.
His eyes were like saucers in his head. He looked down and realized his body had gone rogue and deceived him: he had a boner pressing against his jeans, pushing the fabric out.
A boner that had been caused . . . by his mom.
After hearing his mother let out that unearthly howl, he debated barging in there and making sure she was all right.
Then he heard the thudding sound of her liquids flying into the air and landing on the bed, floor, and mirror. It was like the sound a bird makes when it shits on the hood of a car—loud and abrasive, yet somehow gentle.
His hand instinctively reached for the doorknob, but it stopped just inches from it. If he grabbed that handle, there would be no turning back . . .
He jerked his hand and pulled back toward himself like the doorknob was a burning stovetop.
No, no, no, Ethan, what the fuck are you doing? he thought to himself. She wouldn’t be screaming like . . . that . . . if she needed help.
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