by Matt Tims
The idea of her husband cumming on her face made her sick. This was so different, however. Kyle made her want to be bad. He pushed all of her buttons in ways only he could. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
The first shot exploded from his towering manhood. A rope of cum cruised down the middle of her face, glazed the top of her blonde hair, and landed on the bedspread behind them. It looked like she hadn’t fully drained him back in the kitchen, after all.
Her eyes opened, thinking back to what she’d heard him tell Tom yesterday about gluing her blue eyes shut. Hundreds of girls at his school would be willing to take a facial from a stud like the one towering over her, but how many would maintain eye contact throughout the rather debauched activity? It was time to rightfully take her place on his dream girl mantle.
The sight of her bright blue eyes sent a jolt through Kyle’s cock. A thick rope of semen fired from the head of his dick and landed on her right cheek, quickly being followed by another which slammed into her forehead and drizzled down to the top of her nose. Line after line collected on her previously flawless face. The same girl who smiled and laughed at all his jokes, was now wagging her tongue at him in an attempt to silently beg for more of his fluids.
Her mouth lunged at his erupting member and took him between her accepting lips before another drop could escape. Facials were fun, but it was time to treat herself as well. The remainder of his balls emptying onto her warm tongue was right. The way she submissively kneeled before a guy who truly loved her felt safe and comforting. Nothing about this seemed wrong.
She could only chuckle to herself at the sight of him stumbling backwards and collapsing onto her bed. This ripped, sexy, athletic jock looked like he’d just been through a war. Forty-two and she still had it. She could still wear these boys out with the best of them! She greedily swallowed the large amount of cum that had collected in her mouth before making her way over to the exhausted teen to finish him off.
His legs twitched thanks to the feeling of Mrs. K curled up on the bed next to him, her lips wrapped around the head of his sensitive cock. She wasn’t going to find another drop. He didn’t have one more hint of fluids to give. Every part of him was drained.
“Let’s go, get up,” Jen told him while tugging on the bed sheets.
His eyes shot open, confused.
“Let’s go,” she slapped at his leg, causing him to scurry off the bed. A smile swiftly washed across her face as she pointed at a long streak of cum on the far side of the sheets. “Look at what you did!”
He was quick to apologize. “Oh, I’m sorry about that.”
“You should be sorry for wasting it,” she grinned. “Now, I need to wash this stuff before someone gets home.”
Shit, he’d forgotten all about the rest of her family. What if Mr. K walked in on this? Or more importantly, what if Brett got home early? He couldn’t linger around and wait for trouble.
“Do you want some help?” he asked.
“I got it, sweetheart,” she smiled at him while pulling the sheets to the floor. “Believe me, you’ve been more than enough help.”
He collected his t-shirt and took one last look behind him before leaving the room. Sweat gleamed off her body, cum ran down her face, and she was still strutting around in those sexy wedge heels. He never could’ve imagined seeing her like this—let alone as a result of what he’d done to her. He’d done it. He’d climbed Mount Everest.
He made his way downstairs and stopped off in the kitchen to help himself to a big glass of orange juice. His basketball shorts and boxers were the next items on his list to be collected. It was still surreal that he was picking his clothes off the floor because Mrs. K had sucked his dick in this very room! This wasn’t a dream or the plot to some corny porn scene! It’d actually happened!
He found a slice of leftover pizza in the fridge, picked up his glass, and headed back down into the basement.
“Where the fuck were you?” Tom shouted at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. “We’re up seventeen. You should see how good we’re playing!”
Kyle didn’t say a word. He simply sat down next to Tom, and raised his drink to his lips to quench his thirst.
Tom turned and observed his somewhat disheveled-looking friend. Why was his hair going in a million different directions? In fact, it looked like he’d just woken up. His shirt was wrinkled and he had a light sweat running down his forehead, and there was a distinct smell to him too. Where did he recognize that odor from?
It suddenly hit him. “No…..”
Kyle finished his drink and set the empty glass down on the table. He turned his attention to his slice of pizza as he continued to look straight-ahead at the television, ignoring his friend’s comment.
“You didn’t…”
Kyle didn’t say a word.
“Well, fuck me,” Tom chuckled. “I guess you were right.”
Kyle decided to break his silence for a very worthwhile reason. “And…”
“And… And…I was-I was…wr-wr-wrong…” Tom quietly muttered.
“What was that?” Kyle asked.
“I said I was wrong,” Tom repeated, this time at a reluctantly louder decibel.
Music to Kyle’s ears; and as bizarre as it may sound, those words may have been the best thing to happen to him today. Nothing did it for him like hearing his know-it-all friend admit that he was wrong. Well, maybe other than banging his friend’s hot mom.
Tom jumped out of his seat and headed for the basement steps.
“Good luck, man,” Kyle smiled as Tom began to climb the stairs. “You’re gonna need it…”
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