- My Boyfriend’s mom was better – part 1
- My Boyfriend’s mom was better – part 2
I again obeyed, seeming unable to disobey this pleasure seductress.
I then felt something cold part my pussy lips, and before my brain registered what it was, it began to slide inside me.
“Oh, God!” I declared loudly, placing both my hands on the table, as I finally realized the purpose of that cucumber, why she’d ‘accidentally’ dropped it under the table, and the fact that it was now inside my pussy.
“I want to be the first to fuck this young, fresh, cunt,” she declared as I felt it begin to go in and out of me… pleasure instantly coursing through my very core.
The cucumber kept slowly advancing deeper inside me when suddenly we heard the front door open.
The vegetable halted its slow invasion inside me, although it didn’t retreat. I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend walking back in.
I was speechless, caught in the kinky act of being fucked by a vegetable by my boyfriend’s mother.
He said, “Sorry, I got a few blocks away and realized I didn’t have my wallet.”
“Oh,” was all I could muster. Much to my surprise, even as imaginary clarions trumpeted, “Danger! Boyfriend alert!” the (literally) fucking vegetable resumed its inexorably slow forward assault. A linen tablecloth was the only barrier between my boyfriend and the (again literally) fucking truth.
“You okay? You look rather flushed,” he accurately noticed.
“I’m okay, just a little light-headed,” I truthfully replied.
“Where’d my mom go?” he asked, as he went to the kitchen.
I suddenly felt her lips grasping my clit as I answered, “I don’t know,” clenching the table firmly.
He returned a moment later, wallet in hand, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Hopefully my mom won’t drive you crazy. She can be a little upfront and aggressive.”
She took those words in their purest truth, as she began pumping the cucumber slowly in and out of me, while tugging on my clit with her lips.
I bit my lip not to let out a scream that would out us, before I slowly, cautiously, daringly replied, “I think I can take whatever she gives me.”
These unwise words prompted a ‘challenge accepted’ moment. Her lips sucked in my clit and she tugged on it. She shoved the cucumber deeper inside me, creating an entirely new wave of pleasure. My self-control totally vanquished, I let out a soft moan I couldn’t possibly hold in.
He stopped, directly at the table, just three feet from where his mother was fucking me… the cucumber now completely inside me. He asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Well, I’m getting pretty hungry for some dessert,” I said. I suppressed a heartfelt sigh of relief. She had stopped teasing me, at least for the moment, and allowed the cucumber to just marinate in my plentiful and warm fluids, completely inside me.
“Okay, okay,” he said in defeat, “Keep my women well fed. I got it.”
He came to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “You do look so sexy in this dress.”
I let out another soft moan as she tapped her tongue on my clit. Lia didn’t seem worried at all about getting caught, even with her son literally inches away. She pushed the envelope by pushing the cucumber a little deeper into me… somehow.
James thought that moaning sound was encouraging. “You feeling a little frisky?” he asked, his hand reaching slowly under the table towards my leg.
“Stoooop!” I protested, pushing his hand away. His hand had almost touched his mother’s head! She apparently still couldn’t care less. Ignoring the risk, she continued tapping my clit. “Your mother could walk in any second.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, “but you’re getting me pretty horny in that outfit.”
“You’re turned on because I’m wearing your mother’s clothes?!” I exploded. My annoyance was pretty irrational I have to admit… considering what I was currently allowing his mother to do to me.
“Sorry!” he backed off, putting both his hands up in the air.” He walked away and added, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
As soon as the door closed again, I said the obvious, “God that was so close,” as she resumed pumping my cunt with the cucumber.
She accurately observed, “As are you.”
I closed my eyes again and just gave into the pleasure that was now controlling me as I leaned back on the chair and opened my legs some more.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked… even if it was by a bumpy cucumber.
The pleasure was completely different and yet oddly similar to my experience when she had licked me earlier.
And although I had never come twice in a row, or even twice in one day, I could feel the undeniable surge of a rising tide.
She fucked my pussy hard and fast and soon my breathing was erratic. I knew my second orgasm was imminent. I begged, “Whatever you do, don’t stop!”
And she didn’t.
Instead, she resumed licking my clit, tapping it like a velvet hammer. Her velvet tongue hammered the final nail into my orgasmic coffin! I screamed, not holding anything back, not worried about getting caught, not sure I cared either way at the moment, not caring if an army came marching through the front door, clarions blaring! “Oh, yessssssssssss.”
As soon as my orgasm hit, she eagerly yanked the cucumber out of me and buried her face back in my flooding pussy.
“God, I love your cum, you sexy thing,” she complimented, as she lapped up my cum.
After a few more seconds, she moved away and crawled back out from under the table.
She smiled that same wet, glistening smile again, “I may not need any ice cream.”
“There’s always room for ice cream,” I smiled weakly. My entire body was still quivering and completely usurped of energy… feeling like a bowl of jello.
I watched in utter drained paralysis as she hiked up her dress, revealing she wasn’t wearing underwear, hopped onto the table directly in front of me, spread her legs and offered, “Time for you to have some homemade pie.”
My eyes went wide.
Before today, the idea of licking someone’s pussy would have repulsed me and seemed rightfully taboo. Now I was a different girl. I was not only curious, but it felt like the right thing to do.
I stared at her pussy lips, glistening slightly… which made me wonder if she was wet because of me… I hoped so… I assumed so.
“Go ahead, my dear, lick Mommy’s pussy,” she purred softly.
And as strange as the term ‘Mommy’ sounded, it drew me into her web of seduction even more.
I wanted a mother who cared for me.
I wanted a mother I could please.
She, obtusely, twistedly, erotically, became that mother. I was so very grateful!
No resistance… no hesitation… no thinking of the future… I leaned forward and fulfilled both my submissive nature and my sudden curiosity.
What would she taste like? Would she taste good?
Both those questions were answered in only a couple of flicks of my tongue as her strong erotic scent enveloped me. The taste was tangy and slightly fishy. These were two contrasting tastes that were pleasant enough on their own, but the combination here in my ‘Mommy’s’ pussy was setting off fireworks in my taste buds.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, as I tentatively licked. “You look so good between Mommy’s legs, my pet.”
And although it may sound ludicrous, especially when this had all started with her molesting me, I wanted to please her… to get her off… to return the favor… to be a good pet.
Another voice in my head pushed back, saying, ‘Shit… this is fucked up.
I was licking my boyfriend’s mother’s pussy while he was out getting us ice cream. Not how I had anticipated this evening going.
But that lone dissenting voice was shouted down immediately. I knew that this evening my destiny had changed. I knew that I was now immersed in the world of girl on girl love… I was hooked and had no regrets.
I licked her pussy lips. I explored every fold of her wet, taste teasing, pussy. I completely forgot that she was my boyfriend’s mother.
“Oh yes, you’re a natural, my pet,” she moaned, her fingers intertwining through my hair and gently drawing me deeper into her wetness. “Now, get Mommy off.”
“Yes, Mommy,” I replied, drunk with lust and mesmerized by her tender words and gentle touch.
I tried to replicate what she had done to me with her tongue; I moved my tongue to her swollen clit and swirled it around.