You know one of those moments when you’re doing something stupid, and you know it’s something stupid but that doesn’t stop you from being stupid and doing it? Well, that’s the kind of moment I’m having. My knees ache like a 45 year old woman’s knees, but I can’t complain.

Not that I think I could say anything to get this young man’s cock down.

I stroke his shaft pointing it down for my lips as I watch his pre cum ooze with every pump. The saliva coating my tongue while anticipating his dick down my throat.

I spread my pussy lips and coo while my middle finger presses between them feeling slick juices and warm tightness. Squeezing on his shaft as he flexes back into my palm. Like a flirtatious conversation of a hand job that makes this 19 year old boy weak in the knees. I lift his cock to his tummy still working it like a seasoned veteran of this handshake that I am, and extend my tongue. The tip of my tongue touching his left testicle as I lick down and around his ball. My pink lips tenderly cradling his nut before letting my tongue run the length of his cock all the way to the ridge of his penis.

Mmmm…

“Ohmm. Mrs. Stewart? Mm!” He starts.

My watering lips press and widen around the head of his cock as I taste the honey I want. Sucking and pulling my lips back on the head of his dick, I pop my lips causing enough pressure to make the young one bite his lip.

“Mmm,” I slurp at the saliva hanging at my lips. “No, Eric. I want you to call me, Bitch. Hmm. Now come to mommy.”

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The week started with a sick day, which had been usual as of late. The soreness from the surgery was gone now, but I was too used to four day weeks to go right back to five. The best part of calling in sick, though, was not being awake for Jeff’s breakfast, though, he still felt the need to wake me up for a brief berating before he was off to work. It wasn’t bad. Nothing compared to the insult thick speech he normally verbally smacked me with while putting on his tie and gathering his briefcase.

“Ugly bitch, stupid bitch, fucking cunt…” It was his usual insults, but it was fine. I wasn’t like one of those battered wives on lifetime, no, he never hit me so it wasn’t a big deal if he had to let off some steam. Jeff had a stressful job and he was the main bread winner of the family.

The rest of the day alternated between reality tv trash shows and online shopping. My breasts had finally lost all of its irradiating pain that had slowly dissipated over the past few weeks since the boob job brought me up to a 40dd. My tits poured out of any bra I owned now, so I was due a little online shopping. For my age, I knew how attractive I was. Out of all my work friends I was the hottest and most popular, I knew. As I always was growing up. Flowing blond hair that hung just below my shoulders. My ass had rounded out some, but the older I became the more the fat seemed to find its way to my hips and thighs. Which left my tummy nice and taught- and now that these tits are done, my whole front is high and tight. I grinned at my reflection in my bedroom mirror. Turning from side to side and watching the angles change on my bare breasts.

Maybe Jeff’s 30 second fuck will only be 15 seconds, now, I think.

As I turned and watched my breasts bounce some I noticed movement out the window beside me. At 2 o’clock in the afternoon I expected no one to have sight into my 2nd floor window, which is why I never bothered with curtains. But I did have a view over the privacy fence into Arlene’s backyard and pool. And Eric, Arlene’s youngest, did have quite the view of me.

I saw him see then turn away, fumbling with his swimsuit trunks before diving into the pool. Eric must be back visiting from college. If he told Arlene, I’d never hear the end of it.

I clothed myself and hid my blushing face in kitchen as I prepared Jeff’s dinner. All the while I rubbed my thighs together wondering if my tits made Eric stir in his trunks or not?

That’s really gross to even wonder about, Mandy.

It was weird, I’ll admit. I’ve known Eric since he was 10. I’d baby sit for him many times, that’s how I got to know his mother, Arlene. But still… it’s not like he was my kid…

Jeff sent more cuss words at me over dinner and even more over beers while he watched the game. Fuck, assholes, dicks, low lives, idiots, bitches… most were meant for his incompetent coworkers, but some were directed towards me. But even so, the near run in with Eric left me moist and needing for cum- even if it only lasted 30 seconds. But beer and passing out on the couch was in Jeff’s future tonight, as was most nights.

Work for the rest of the week slid by in a moist blur. I worked in HR, a dull field, but my entertainment came in the form of girl gossip and long lunches. On my first day back after the long weekend Arlene pulled me aside before I even got to my desk. I, being topkapı escort the nice lady I am, had gotten Arlene a job here a few years ago. Nothing on my level. More clerical work like a glorified secretary. Closer to quiet Deb’s job than mine.

Why is this dumb skank upset? Her damn son was spying on me!

“Mandy!” Arlene whispered in the corner of the docile room.

“Ok,” I kept my eyes on my mocha late. “It was an accident.”

“You’re not going to believe this- wait, what?”

“What?” I back tracked carefully. “Wait what are you talking about?”

“Deb fucking quit. Like yesterday! Like in crazy fashion. In front of everyone,” Arlene said wide eyed and grasping my hand in excitement. Arlene was like me in the since that we get wet when we have good gossip to tell. I could tell by her grip this was a going to be good. “There’s more! Oh my god. Just wait till lunch.”

“What? Are you kidding?” I snapped. “You can’t just not tell me now!”

“No, just wait, oh my god. Just wait.”

“Mandy…” Tom called for me from his office in his annoyed voice. “Those copies I needed yesterday. Need them now…”

The morning hours dragged until finally I had my girl time at lunch. “In the office!?” I yelled. My face was stuck in pure shock for minutes. “No way, I don’t believe it.”

“For real!” Arlene said shoveling salad by the fork full into her mouth. “Like Deb came in like dressed ultra slutty. Like overdone everywhere- make up, tits hanging out-” Arlene stuttered a moment stealing a glance at my tits barely contained in my older bra. “Um. I mean, it was ridiculous. Anyways, so she quits right? And as she’s cleaning out her desk, she stops and goes to the bathroom and Becky said Matt was already in there.”

“Mmmhmm… He was,” pudgy Becky said from across the table between mouthfuls of breadsticks.

“-And they were soo loud!” Arlene butted back in. “Like Deb was moaning like a hoe throughout the office.”

“I can’t believe I missed this… But with Matt?” I said making a face. Matt was about the same age as Eric, but Eric was definitely better looking. But with Deb I guess that makes since.

In my flock of hens, Deb was the quite one. She always dressed in muted colors trying to cover her pudge. She was the kind of woman you always had to tell her to speak up, because she talked so soft. Never did anything exciting or interesting…

“I think Matt quit that day, too,” Becky speculated. “Maybe they got married?” She laughed.

“What a skank,” I laughed.

“I know right!?” Arlene whispered through a smile. We spent the rest of lunch discussing how much of a desperate pathetic slut Deb must be. All the while, I felt a little insulted. It takes a lot of guts to pull that off. The confidence needed to… but…it felt like something I should have done and not quiet Deb.

The insult heated into a slow anger over the afternoon and was left at a boil all week. Despite not even wearing a bra at night, Jeff never even came near me. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… nothing. I spent the evenings locked in the bathroom, molesting my body to no end. Every time I came close to cumming, the thought of Deb doing something I couldn’t busted into my head and I lost it. By Thursday night, I was tipping on an edge of insanity. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t sleep. I texted my boss in the morning on Friday to let him know it was going to be another sick day and pretended to sleep to avoid Jeff.

My pussy actually ached from fucking myself all week with no release. At this point I figured I was at the female equivalent of blue balls. I sat on the edge of my bed exhausted, frustrated, and, most of all, horny. Grinding my teeth and thinking about… of course, quiet fucking Deb.

Forget the boy- how’s she going to pay her mortgage? Bills? Groceries?

She was single and has worked for years as just a secretary. Did she get another job? Who is she to quit like that?

Her courage baffled me almost as much as it enraged me. I didn’t think I’d ever sleep, again. And then I saw motion outside my window. I peeked my eyes over the windowsill and saw Eric rubbing on sun tan lotion while he sat with his legs in the pool. I eyed him for a long minute. He’d always been quiet, too… kind of like Deb. Fucking forget about Deb! She shook her head some. He was taller- 6’3 maybe 6’5, and skinny. His tattoo on his ribs was something new. Tribal, unfinished, but large and jagged.

After several moments I realized how wet my right hand was and look down to see my palm had found its own way between my thighs. Well, maybe I can go over there?

It was a simple thought and before I had it and all my responses to his obvious questions, my swim suit was on and I was walking down the stairs. I had yet to buy a new swim suit so the black two piece that I wore looked more like postage stamps stretched over my round tits. With a last minute self-consciousness, etiler escort I tossed one of Jeff’s baggier white t shirts over my top as I went out the door. Tension drove me more than desire. Need. The need for attention. The need for sleep. The need prove I’m still better than Deb. The need to cum. The need-

“Oh… Hi, uh, Miss- Mrs. Stewart,” Eric said still sitting on the side of the pool.

“Hi.” I said biting my lip. “I uhhh… um. Wasn’t feeling well today, stayed home from work, is Arlene here?”

“N-no, my mom’s uh. Working,” Eric said stealing several glances at my tits outlining my white t shirt.

“Oh okay… umm… do you think it’ll be alright if I take a dip with you? Think it’ll make me feel better,” I said already removing my t shirt.

“Umm yeah, okay. Of course, I mean.” Eric said looking back at the pool as I dropped the shirt beside me.

“Good,” I smiled with a devilish look, feeling the confidence of his stares. I snatched up the sun screen from next to him without asking and walked over to the pool chair already stretched out for sun bathing. It was nearly noon and like most days in the summer, it was hot and humid. With my back to Eric and a long squirt of sun screen in my hand, I smoothed it over my thick thighs down my calves and back up my hips. My hour glass hips were a little too wide for my taste, but I knew it caught the eyes of men and Eric was no exception. He couldn’t even look away.

“Eric?” I said over my shoulder while I fluffed my hair behind me. “Can you put some sunscreen on my back?” I laid down face first before he could respond.

“Yeah, umm…” He came and stood over my back with the bottle of lotion in his hand.

I shouldn’t be surprised on my affect I have on young men still. Just look at me.

“Umm… are you sure?”

“Yes, now please,” I said firmly. I heard the squirt and felt his hand begin to caress my back gently. Afraid to touch too hard or I may break. I pulled my hair to the side and let him get my shoulders. When his hands came to my neck I felt something press on the back of my thigh then quickly pull back and couldn’t help but release a playful coo. When he finished, I felt him move to leave but he stopped when I turned over to my back.

Adjusting the black piece of cloth covering my right nipple I squinted up into the sun, “now do my stomach.” I couldn’t help but smirk as I said the words. It was palpable how uncomfortable he was.

This is like a scene from one of those pornos, I mused.

He didn’t even respond to my demand but just began applying more to belly. He half sat on the seat beside my thighs as his hands rubbed up and down my ribs and center. My eyes bounced between his eyes and his white swim trunks to see what they hid. Through the bright sun I couldn’t see much. “Thanks, hun.” I said grabbing the bottle of sunscreen. “Let me see your hand.”

I poured more into his hands, noticing that despite he still acted like the child I baby sat, his harry arms and large hands were that of a man’s. My eyes adjusted as I saw him watch carefully what I did with his hand. I moved his slick palm to my left breast and slid it under my thin bra, and had him cup my tit. Coating it in the lotion and circling it in his palm I whispered, “be gentle with them, hun,” while biting my lip.

He sat stunned in a trance as I guided his other hand to my right breast and had him grope and fondle my huge tits. I was a fantasy come to life for him, I smiled.

“Mmmm…” I gasped as I raised my hips and lowered it. “I’m sorry, but this is the first time someone’s felt my new breasts, baby, don’t they feel good?”

Eric didn’t answer at first, then he stuttered out, “y-yes.”

My hands grasped both of his, I had him squeeze both my tits under my top and felt myself nearly cum there, “Ohh…” I twisted my hips as I slid his palms down my center. By the time his hands found themselves at my thighs, my legs were wide open. Pulling my bottom to the side, I helped him push two fingers inside my warm, dripping pussy. Arching my hips and grabbing my own tits while mashing them together, I cried out, “keep going!”

As if awaiting my order I felt his strong fingers pull out then push in, inside me. I heard my pussy squish juices with every thrust of his finger. “Ohh don’t stop-no ah!” I pulled his left hand that was doing nothing and moved it to my breast. He squeezed without needing being told, like a good boy. “Oh fuck me yes- finger- yes!” I felt his two fingers penetrate deep and drag down the roof of my pussy. My thighs clapped together and my torso jutted upright making heavy tits bounce in front of me as I came. “Ohhh Eric- fuckmmmm…”

When I opened my eyes and my thighs relaxed I immediately snatched Eric’s neck and pulled him in tight, kissing him. The whole thing seemed to take him by shock as his face was stiff at first but he became loose while ataköy escort my hands jerked at his trunks. Within moments he was on his feet and his trunks were on the ground.

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“Ohmm. Mrs. Stewart? Mm!”

My watering lips press and widen around the head of his cock as I taste the honey I want. Sucking and pulling my lips back on the head of his dick, I pop my lips causing enough pressure to make the young one bite his lip.

I know how stupid this is. He is my friend, and coworker’s, son. If I am caught. If he tells…

“Mmm,” I slurp at the saliva hanging at my lips. “No, Eric. I want you to call me, bitch. Hmm. Now come to mommy.”

I part my lips as I feel the head of his cock drag on the roof of my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. Mmmm… He is average in size but he is so hard, I forget how it felt to have a young cock flex in my mouth.

My tongue laps at the head of his cock over and over, before sliding my lips down as far as I can on his shaft and back up twice. “Mmmmm… good now. Sit,” I have him sit where I laid at and I throw a leg over his hips. By the time the notion hits me that he should get a condom, I already feel the head of his cock penetrating my pussy. “Mmmm…” I take both his hands and have them grab my ass. I sit down and feel the force of his dick fill me as I quiver. “Ohh fuck, baby. Now say, ‘fuck that cock, bitch.'”

“Mm what?” Eric asks in a daze.

I grab his shoulder and digging my fingernails into his tattoo over his ribs. “Say it!”

“Fuck that cock, bitch!” Eric repeats. I raise and lower my thick hips smacking down harder and harder on his cock. Arching my back as I can’t seem to focus.

“Ah ahh ahhh!! Fuuc- Again Mmm!”

This is soo wrong! Mmm but it feels so good. Fuck, I love his feel in me…

“Fuck that cock, bitch! Fuck it!” Eric yells squeezing my ass as I pound his lap. My fingers digging into his shoulders. Waves of pleasure striking my head.

You used to make him snacks mmm… now your pussy his dripping on his cock… I wonder how Jeff would feel, seeing my cunt stuffed like he never could…

A smirk grew across my lips. “Mmmmmmmm!!” I growl loudly forcing my pussy down on his lap as I grinded vicious circles on his lap. Imagining his young cock cumming inside my cougar’s cunt. And with that thought it was there.

“Fucckk- fuck me! fuck me now, I’m gunna cum- more more!” I demand.

“Cum cum- mmm,” Eric groans. I slam my ass down on his lap hard enough to shake the chair. “Fucking bitch cum!”

“Yes!! God yes uughhh!” My tits bounce violently smacking each other as I fall into Eric’s chest in a silent scream of a moan. My body tense. My thighs and arms suck in holding my breath. Till finally with a gasp, “Ohhh my goddd…” I cry out letting my body turn to rubber.

Lifelessly, I raise my hips only to be struck with a head rush as I feel Eric’s hard cock fall out of me. “Ohhh my god… baby mmm…” I moan into his chest as I reach down to grab his cock. “Mmm… you fucked mommy like the good bitch that she is right?”

“Y-yes…” He says half panting.

“Mmmm… come here,” I say standing and nearly falling from my legs giving out. He follows like a good boy as I walk to a brown privacy fence with the adjoining neighbor and rest against it with my head. Resting my forehead against the wooden fence I stick my ass out, grazing it from left to right across Eric’s cock. “Mmmmm… I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me… mmmm… like the bitch slut that I am. I want you to cum in me, baby.”

Eric’s warm hand slides up my hips guiding to my breasts. I felt his palm caress and cup under my tit squeezing as the head of his cock teases my pussy lips, lining up. He pushes inside me and it’s like a wave crests over my mind. I drown in euphoria as his thrusts turn harder and his grip tighter on my body. “Ohh jesus…” My hand cups over his grabbing at me. My forehead presses on the wooden fence while my ass and thighs jiggle with every thrust.

“Fuck-fuck Fuck!” I cry louder. “Yes! Don’t sto- ohhhh godddd…” The wet thrusts slop in my cunt. My huge tits bouncing with every buck. “Cum in me. Cum in- Ahhh!”

Eric grabs a mess of my blond hair, torqueing it back while his cock pounds me sore.

“Fuck-” Eric grunts.

“Yes cum cum in momma yes!” The words spill out of me without thought. “Fill me up baby! Cum. Cum now!”

“Oh god!” Eric grunts as I look back at him. His teeth snarled and his squinted eyes rolled back to the sky.

“Yesssssss!” My voice breaks and I feel him flex inside my pussy.

When I stand straight I feel his cum already oozing from me. I turn to cup his cheek and his face falls to my cleavage like a young one.

“Mm mm mm, good boy,” I commend him. With the sun beating down on us and the clear pool beside us, I think of what we may do next. Or what I might make my new boy do for me.

But then the noise came from the house. Arlene’s house. The noise of a door slamming.

Pss. Over here…

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