The Dream Life - Chapter 1

 Foreword

This is a work of fiction, born from fantasies in my head. This was a distraction from the other serious stories I write, as such I took great pains to make sure that almost nothing that happens in the story is believable.
As it's just random fantasies, the story isn't exactly going anywhere, beside the typical harem building plotlines.

All characters depicted having sex are 18 or above.

I haven't written erotica in a long time, and I was never that good to begin with. I also haven't edited it yet beside a light spelling-check. But I had fun, and I hope that on you as well!

Chapter 1

It all began 10 years ago, shortly after I turned 18. As usual, I went to the house of my friend Bradley to play some games. That was only half the reason for my visit. The other half was Brad's mother, Liz.is probably the hottest woman on Earth. She's a blonde beauty with a slim body, shoulder-length golden hair and seductive blue eyes. She was 38 but you’d hardly be able to tell.

I was at Brad's house almost every day, and besides playing games, I spent whatever time I could to sneak glances at Liz. And as I was growing up, I was treated to a lot of visual delights. She'd always be around us and she always wore clothes that were easy on the eyes. Sometimes she'd be wearing summer dresses, other times she'd be wearing tops with jeans or shorts. Her clothes were always fitting, complementing the curves of her body. Every now and then, she'd be doing yoga in tight clothes or sunbathing in a bikini.

Sometimes I wondered if I subconsciously befriended him because of his hot mom. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure we're friends because he's a great guy and we get along, but who knows what the subconscious mind is up to.

As soon I knocked on the door and it was opened by Liz. She wore a red summer dress that stopped short of her thighs and left her shoulders bare. Though it was usual for Brad to open the door, Liz doing it wasn't out of the ordinary. No, I was just nervous at being face to face with the woman of my dreams.

She smiled at me, opening the door wider. Her vanilla scent wafting to my nostrils, inviting me inside, as if inviting me for more… no, that was my imagination.

"Come on in," she said in her deep, sexy voice.

As if woken from a trance, I said, "Right."

She laughed. "There's no need to get nervous around me, you know."

I get nervous because it's you.

Then suddenly, she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I was surprised. Liz was friendly and would occasionally touch me - to my delight and discomfort - but it was always chaste and motherly.

Once inside, she had me sit on the couch where I usually sit with Brad, but she took his spot instead.

"By the way, Brad had to step out for a bit. It's just the two of us."

Just the two of us…

"Oh," I stammered. "I can just come back later."

Just as I was able to rise, she held my arm with both hands, saying, "Oh no! You must stay! I want you to."

As I sat back down, one of her hands remained on my arm.

"This is the first time the two of us have been alone." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you like it?"

I noticed the change in her voice and the look in her eyes. Her hand on my arm was also hard to ignore. Although they were nice - very nice - I was nervous that I was misinterpreting her good nature.

But then she said, "I like it a lot, and I want to spend a lot more time like this. Just the two of us…"

Suddenly her free hand was on my thigh. Her eyes were looking into mine. Even I couldn't mistake this.

"Mrs. Webber?" I asked nervously.

"Call me Liz," she said with a squeeze of her hand. "Say it, I want to hear it."

"Liz."

"That's a good boy." Her hand slowly massaged my thigh. "From now on, you and I are going to spend a lot of alone time, getting to know each other really well."

"What about… Brad…Mr. Webber?"

She chuckled. Voice dripping with sensuality, she said, "They're not here, are they? It's just the two of us, with no one to stop us from doing whatever we want to do."

I exhaled in disbelief. The woman of my fantasies was seducing me, and I was, for some reason, trying to talk her out of it. What was wrong with me? It's not like I've ever shown much of a moral code before.

I was brought back from my daydreaming when I felt her hand touch my face.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

I shook my head. She smiled.

"I'm glad to be your first. I'm going to teach you everything you need to know, and more. Any girl you sleep with will beg for more."

She touched my face with both her hands. Her face moved closer, the scent of vanilla intensified.

"Tell me, do you fantasize about me?"

I felt my face redden, even though I knew there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Yes."

She smiled again. "Tell me what you do to me in those fantasies."

Now I actually hesitated. A lot of my fantasies were based on MILF porn, and most of my fantasies were of fucking her hard hard and getting a little rough with her. I didn't know if I should be telling her that.

Laughing, she said, "Come on, tell me! You have nothing to feel shy about." Leaning close to my ears, she whispered, "I know I've fantasized about you doing some pretty fun things to me."

When I still hesitated, she said, "Fine, you can tell me later. For now… now I'm going to kiss you."

And then, she kissed me. I couldn't believe it, suddenly I was kissing the soft, warm lips I had fantasized about my entire teenage years and here she was. Sensory overload was a good word for what I was experiencing. I was drowning in her scent while her lips consumed me.

She pulled away, but only a little. Our noses were almost touching. I exhaled a breath that I didn’t know I was holding.

“Was that your first kiss?”

I nodded.

Smiling seductively, she said, “The first of many.”

Instead of inching closer, she moved just a little further. I tried not to show my disappointment, but it must have shown.

“Before our next kiss, you must do something for me.”

“Oh… what do you want me to do?”

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she said, “I want you to touch me.”

I gasped. There was so much of her that I wanted to touch that I couldn’t even imagine where to begin.

She instructed, “First, put your arm around my waist.”

I hesitated.

“Come on, don’t be shy.”

There was no reason to be shy. I looked at her slender waist, then gingerly touched the small of her back.

Gently, she chided me, “Not like that.”

She grabbed my hand, then placed it on her hip, the length of my arm touching her back. “Yes,” she smiled. “Hold me like I’m your woman.”

With my arm around her, her body pressed against mine and I could feel her arousing warmth. She leaned closer, then our lips met again, relishing in the warmth of one another. I had imagined what kissing was like, but never in my fantasies could I have imagined how amazing it was. The soft feeling of her lips were only intensified by the smell of vanilla, the warmth pressing against my side and the feeling of her body that I was holding. So soft, and so warm, and so damn fun.

This kiss lasted a little longer than the first one. When we parted, she dove in for another kiss. As I welcomed the feeling of her lips again, I felt her hand in my hair gently running through. Something about that felt amazing, as if she was encouraging me to kiss her more passionately, more intensely. Something about that made me pull her waist closer to me.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she whispered. “Keep touching me.”

Leading by example, her other hand touched my belly over my shirt. I gasped against her lips. There were so many sensations already, but to have her hand on my stomach… Just when I thought that was a lot, I felt another sensation. I felt her tongue pressing against my lips. I almost held my breath again. I was about to have her tongue inside my mouth! There was something incredibly hot about an older woman – who had just seduced me – wanting to put her tongue in my mouth.

As I opened my mouth, her tongue pushed forward slowly. At first it lingered at the entrance. Slowly, her tongue traced my upper lips first, then my bottom lips. I shivered.

She said, “There’s so much I want to do to you. So much I want you to do to me. I’m going to fulfill my fantasies.”

I didn’t get a chance to reply, she dove in like a hungry mountain lion. Her tongue was inside my mouth! It was a strange sensation, a warm, soft, wet tongue sliding against my own, sliding on top, sliding around, as if dancing, as if dueling. I just couldn’t get enough.

Her hand slid under my shirt and her nails raked the naked skin of my chest. I remembered what she had told me a while ago, so I too decided to touch her while our tongues were tangled. I placed her free hand on her bare shoulder, feeling her skin. So smooth, so sexy. I wanted to lick it, to taste her skin with my mouth, but my mouth was occupied elsewhere. Considering how things were going, I would have plenty of opportunities.

The moment I touched her, she leaned even closer. Our kisses were growing longer just a little every time. Growing longer, growing in passion and intensity, and in sloppiness. The fervor with which her tongue explored my mouth increased more and more.

Growing more curious and adventurous, I moved the hand on her back downwards. My hand followed the ridge of her spine as it rounded. As soon as I was touching the small of her back, Liz repositioned herself without stopping her kiss. With her tongue in my mouth, she tucked her legs under her and lifted her body just a little. With her ass no longer touching her sofa, I was free to touch it. Following the rounding, my hand settled on the first ass I would touch.

Our makeout session continued in its increasing intensity, tongues still jousting, lips wet with each other’s saliva. I focused my attention on her butt. At her I just touched it. That just made her moan. I knew now that she was encouraging me, so I gingerly squeezed the flesh.

I had seen her butt many times. Usually it was just the outline from her tight jeans or shorts, sometimes the outline was very visible as she displayed her assets in the downward dog pose wearing yoga pants. Sometimes, though, when she was sunbathing, I would see it without obstruction. It was a nice, round butt, not too big but with enough to grab, or so I had thought.

And then, as I squeezed her ass and felt the flesh yield, all my suspicions were confirmed. Indeed, her butt was soft and just as much fun to squeeze as I had imagined. No, my imagination could not compare to how amazing the real thing felt – kissing the MILF of my dream while fondling her butt.

The passion grew and I couldn’t stop running my hands on her ass and squeezing the supple flesh every other moment. Finally, I had to stop when I felt her pulling my shirt above my head. In another moment, my shirt was taken off and dropped somewhere.

There was a wicked smile on her face as she said, “Do you want me to take off my dress?”

I gulped again and nodded. This time I managed to say, “Yes, please.”

“Mmm, that’s good to hear. I also want to take my dress off for you. I want that so bad…” She glanced at my crotch, adding, “Among other things.”

First, she stood up and faced me. Slowly, she turned around, showing me the back of the dress and the outline her beautiful butt was making as it pressed against the fabric. I wanted to reach out and grab it, when I realized that nothing was stopping me. She was in reach, so I extended my hands and grabbed the perfect globes of her round butt. As they fit into my hands, I squeezed, relishing it.

Laughing, she slowly stepped backwards to make it easier for me. For a little while, I obsessively fondled her butt, before I remembered that the entire playground of her body was open to me. The dress she had worn only went up to the middle of thighs, revealing her slender form in all their glory.

I traced the shape of her butt downwards, feeling the curve of her body until I was touching the smooth skin of her thighs. I heard her moan in approval. My exploration of her form continued as my hand ran along her soft thighs, squeezing gently, feeling them. I explored like this, from the middle of her thighs, downwards to the top of her knees. After that, while I did want to touch the rest of her slender legs, I had a different idea that I thought was more exciting.

This time, I made my way up in the same way before, feeling and fondling her luscious skin and flesh. Slowly, up the lower thighs, then to the middle, where the hem of the dress began. I touched the hem, then slid my hands underneath. I don’t know if this was in my head, but the flesh below felt hotter.

“Naughty boy,” she said in a sinful tone.

Smiling, I continued. From the middle of her thighs, my hands crept up. My hands were touching the top of her highs, gently massaging that flesh.

I took a moment there, perhaps a little too long, because I heard Liz say, “Come on, don’t make me wait. Grab my ass!”

Immediately I reached up and found the flesh of her ass. Never in my dreams could I have imagined that this would happen in real life. Yet, here I was, holding the globes of her ass in my hands. I slowly exhaled before I ran my hands. Hers was a round, fleshy butt with the smoothest possible skin. A good amount of time was spent just relishing in the feel of that as my hands moved around.

Then I squeezed, and oh my! The things I felt earlier were just a teaser. Under her dress, the feeling of squeezing her naked butt was so much better that I don’t think it’s even comparable. I felt the warmth of the flesh and I felt the softness of her butt as the flesh yielded to my fingers. I squeezed again, a little harder.

“That’s it, baby, just like that.”

That was the first time she had called me ‘baby’, and I decided that I liked it quite a lot. Encouraged, I fondled her butt enthusiastically. I grabbed handfuls with each hand and then moved them around, feeling the flesh move with my hand. Delightful! So delightful.

I could have gone on the entire day like that, but my fondling was cut short. Liz said, “It’s time for you to unzip my dress.”

The zipper was at the top, I would have to stand up. Just as I was about to, she surprised me by sitting down. Her ass pressed against my cock, and it was a miracle that I did not cum right there.

Giggling, she said “I really like this position.”

She wiggled her butt a little to emphasize, then asked, “What do you think?”

Struggling to breathe, I replied, “I love it.”

“Good. We’ll spend a lot of time like this. Now, unzip me!” The last bit was a command.

I chuckled, then pulled the zipper down slowly. Liz was very slowly rocking back and forth, and as risky as that was, I wanted to prolong it, so I took my time. Inch after inch of creamy skin was revealed to be feasted by my eyes. Finally, I had her completely unzipped.

Liz swiveled her body without lifting her butt. As her legs were raised to the couch and her body faced to the side, her butt ground against me harder and I shivered with the delightful sensation. From this position, she reached in and kissed me. It was a very passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she continued moving until she was almost straddling me – she was on her knees with them placed on the outside of my legs.

She backed away and I looked up at her in awe. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” I nodded vigorously.

With a smile, her right hand reached up and across to the strap on her left shoulder. Slowly, she pulled it along her skin, downwards, leaving it resting on her upper arms. She repeated the same motion with the other one. She looked at me and smiled wickedly, teasing me. I admired the view of a sexy MILF of my dreams as she towered over me. And I wanted her more than I had ever before.

Her hands cupped her breasts, as if trying to hide them. Then, she wiggled her shoulders, loosening the straps further. When she finally moved her hands to the side, the dress fell on its own. I stared with an open jaw. She was naked under the dress, and I was staring at her naked tits. Until now, the best look I had of them was when she’d be entering the house after sunbathing, but back then I tried not to look too obviously. Now, I was being asked to ogle.

Her tits were a moderate size, perhaps C cup, perfectly perky with small, pink nipples. Looking at them had me drooling.

“You like?”

“I love them.”

“Then touch them.”

She didn't wait for me to take initiative. She grabbed my hands with hers and placed them an inch underneath her tits, before letting go. I gulped. I would have to move my hands just a little, and Liz’s tits would be in her hands. That’s what she wanted me to do.

I moved my hands up, cupping her tits from the underside. Of course they weren’t particularly heavy, but they were a delightful handful. I exhaled in disbelief. I was cupping her tits. My hands were holding Liz’s tits, and they fit perfectly in my palms. As if they were made to be played with by me. I wanted to fondle them right away, but something made me want to prolong this experience. I wanted to feel her tits in every possible way before I began fondling them.

From the underside, I dragged my hands up slowly. I felt her stiff nipples dig into my palms as my hands were now squarely on her tits. God, how I loved playing with tits. I moved my hands in a circular motion, palming her tits from all sides.

I whispered, "I've fantasized a lot about this."

"Show me. Don't hold back."

It was time. I cupped her tits from the bottom again, and gently squeezed. Her moan that followed told me that I was doing the right thing. I moved my hand up, not touching her nipples, and squeezed again. Again I moved, this time her nipple digging against the center of my palm and squeezed.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. But you can squeeze harder, I’m not made of glass.”

I had been wanting to squeeze harder for a while, so I was delighted to get the permission. All my fantasies involved me mauling her tits, but I didn’t want to up the intensity to that level in case that would be too much. My fingers dug into her flesh as I squeezed harder, relishing the way her tits were molding with my touch.

To my surprise, she said, “Harder.”

Who am I to deny the desires of a woman who wanted to be fondled harder? Grabbing her tits again I squeezed harder.

“Harder!” she demanded.

This time she grabbed my hands and squeezed her tits with my hands and I was amazed. The way she wanted to be fondled matched the visions of my fantasy. At this point, I decided to let go and do whatever I wanted, and if she had any complaints she would just tell me. Without further ado, I palmed her tits and squeezed them hard and pulled them outwards.

“Fuck yeah!”

She was loving it, so I continued mauling her tits. I fondled her tits as I did in my dreams, and she was loving it. I was delighted to roughly treat them, and even more so at the prospect that I would be doing this on a regular basis.

Leaning forward, she said, “Now suck them.”

I didn’t need to be told, I was dying to do it anyway. She leaned closer, presenting her tits for my feasting, but I suddenly remembered there was something else I wanted to do first. Grabbing her titflesh hard, I pressed my face into the middle of her cleavage. Motorboating isn’t something I see often in porn, but the few times I saw them, I knew I wanted to try it out. With the warmth and softness of her pliable flesh pressed against my face, I understood the appeal. I heard her laugh as I rubbed my face left and right while continuing to squeeze her tits.

With that out of the way, I moved on. I only took a second to remove my face from the state of being buried in her tits. Going slow was out of the window now. With her tits still in my hands, I squeezed and took a nipple in my mouth.

“Yes!” she shouted.

I began sucking on her nipples the way I fantasized I would. I fondled hard and I sucked hard. I was practically stuffing my mouth with as much of her tits as I could. Loudly I suckled on her nipples and the soft, decadent flesh in my mouth.

Moving to the other tit, I repeated my voracious, slobbery sucking. Liz kept moaning as I took turns sucking on her tits, fondling them hard, as if I was playing with dough, and leaving a sloppy mess. I kept alternating between the two tits, not being able to get enough of stuffing my mouth with tits.

When I removed my face, I finally got a look at my handiwork. Her tits were glistening with my saliva, looking red where I had just been squeezing. Puffy nipples poked out, as if begging to be sucked again. And I would have, had Liz not stopped me.

"It's my turn," she said, as she left my lap and stood up in the space between my legs..

The dress, which had been bunched around her waist, fell to the floor, and I got a good look at her naked body. My eyes stopped at her pussy and I was amazed at how beautiful it looked.

She smiled, enjoying my admiring eyes, and waited a while to let me ogle. Then, she slowly knelt and put her hands on my knees. Suddenly, I felt a spike of excitement.

"Are you…"

"Yes, I'm going to suck your cock now."

"Wow!"

Given how hot and slutty Liz was, I felt like she would be really good with her mouth. Not that I would know the difference. Regardless, anticipation heightened my arousal.

She looked at my shorts and said, "Let's get rid of this. I can't be the only one naked."

I chuckled. She didn't go straight for my waistbands, she dragged her hands from my knees, up my thighs, teasing me further into excitement. Her hand almost brushed against my cock, and I'm pretty sure it was intentional. Finally her fingers hooked into my waistband and… she waited, grinning at me wickedly. After leaving me like that for another moment, she pulled down in one go. My cock sprang out, finally freed from its confines, and Liz grinned.

“Oh wow, that’s an impressive cock,” she said as she licked her lips.

“Really?”

“Yes. Bigger than most I’ve ever had.”

With both hands, she grasped the base of my cock. Shivering in pleasure, I moaned. With a grin, she slowly touched my ballsack with one hand.

“I bet these balls are full of cum right now.”

I couldn't reply to her at that moment, all of my focus diverted to the sensation of having my balls massaged. I guess all the blood from the brains were being diverted downwards.

Her other hand squeezed the base of my cock, and the pre-cum dripped down along the underside, reaching her hand. She squeezed again, as if to squeeze more fluid out of it. It worked.

"I'd love to give you a handjob, but I can't wait any longer," she said. "I must suck cock right now."

With that said, she leaned forward. I saw her extending her pink tongue. I felt the warmth of her hot tongue at the base of cock, where my pre-cum met her hand. She licked the trail of pre-cum, up along my shaft, licking it up. The delightful sensation I was feeling worked to coax up more precum, dropping it right on her tongue as she licked upwards.

I shivered again when I felt her licking my sensitive underside. It was almost like my whole body was shaking, and I was forgetting to breathe. Liz had licked up to the top, and finished it with a kiss on the head of my cock. That kiss would have been an innocent gesture if it had been delivered anywhere else. I shivered again.

"You won't last much longer," she told me. "So tell me where you'd like to cum. Anywhere."

I can cum anywhere? That thought alone made me almost cum. But I couldn't possibly tell her...

"You can cum anywhere."

She leaned forward again. Looking into my eyes, she began with another kiss on my cock, but it was far less innocent. She gave it a lingering kiss which ended with her drooling on the head. We stared at each other's eyes.

Again she kissed my cock. When the kiss ended, she rubbed her lips along the tip. Then, her lips parted and, and my cock entered her mouth.

Finally, I thought.

She didn't just tease, she took the entire head in her mouth, engulfing me in a warm sensation. It wasn’t just the warmth and the wetness of it, there was also the feeling of her tongue pressing and licking the underside of the head of my cock, and the pressure of the suction. But most importantly, it was the fact that I was having my cock sucked by the hottest woman I knew.

For a moment, she released my cock, and she said, “I’m going to suck your cock really well, so think well where you want to cum, and tell me when you’re ready.”

Without waiting for my reply, she began to suck my cock in earnest. I watched her go down my cock, taking 4 inches in, before coming back up. She stopped right before head left her hot mouth and went back down, but not any deeper than the first 4 inches. Gone was the teasing, she repeated the motion, bobbing up and down, slurping on the first 4 inches of my cock. Saliva rushed out of the corners of her mouth, bathing my cock. The room was filled with the sounds of her sloppy cocksucking.

There was something incredibly hot about a married MILF being on her knees and sucking an 18 year old’s cock – one who happened to be her son’s friend. Her masterful blowjob, combined with that idea, rushed me to the edge before long. Soon, I felt the one thing I was familiar with – that feeling of build up accompanied by a certainty of knowledge.

“I’m gonna cum!” I suddenly shouted.

She removed her mouth but she didn’t stop stroking. “Where?”

“On your face,” I blurted out, hoping she would be okay with that.

With a grin, she said, “Tell me when.”

She went back to sucking my cock. With the tip in her mouth, sucking much harder than before, she used her spit and my pre-cum as lube and stroked my shaft. The way she was sucking and stroking me was different, somehow more intense, as if she was ready for business. I knew I wouldn’t last a second, and I didn’t.

“I’m cumming,” I shouted.

She pulled my shaft out just before my first shot. With both hands on my cock, she aimed with supernatural precision and I spurted a line along her lips to her forehead. Lips tightly pressed into a wide smile, she stroked faster and I continuously spurted more and more cum, on her lips, forehead and cheeks. I’m pretty sure I had never cum this much in my life, even with her face fully covered I was still dripping.

With an exhausted groan I leaned back against the couch, eyes on my handiwork on her face. Before anything could drip down and be wasted, Liz took my semi-erect cock into her mouth and gently licked me. I was very sensitive and a little worried, but her gentle blowjob felt nice and relaxing.

"You look like art," I said.

She took my cock out for a moment, saying, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Immediately she began sucking my cock again.

My eyes widened. "Really I can?"

If she was annoyed at having her cocksucking interrupted, she didn't show it.

"Oh yeah, I would love that. Was your phone in your pocket?"

In another moment, Liz reached into the pockets of my discarded shorts and handed me my phone. From the screen of my phone I watched in awe as she proudly looked at the camera.

"Let me see!" she asked as soon as she heard the camera sound. At the same time, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it.

I asked, "Do you like it?"

With a grin, she said, "I love it. Don't I look like a good slut wearing your cum?"

I had to agree. There was no other way to describe the picture other than slutty. My cock couldn't help but twitch. With my cock in her hand, she noticed immediately.

"I didn't think you'd be ready this quickly. I guess that's my cue to get back to sucking your cock," she said happily.

Inhibitions tend to go down after you've cum on someone's face. I said, "Liz, you're a lot sluttier than I expected you to be."

“You’ve barely scratched the surface.”

My cock was still only semi-hard, but the moment it entered her mouth, Again, there was no teasing on her part, beginning another sloppy blowjob. I knew I would be hard in no time. Something about a MILF sucking your cock while wearing your cum is undeniably hot. As she slurped up and down by 4 inches of my cock, I thought that I would never get tired of this sight. Soon, I was sporting another raging erection.

Her mouth released my cock, her hands continuously stroking, as she said, “I’m going to do something wonderful to you… wonderful and nasty.”

She went down on me again, but she was being slower. It was such a delight to watch her eyes lock her on mine while inch after inch of my cock disappeared in her mouth, bathed in her saliva and washed by her tongue. She stopped at the four inch mark, but when I thought she would come up, she began descending further. I watched with wide eyes, as she took another inch down. She stopped, and I could feel my crown pushing against something. I realized immediately that I was hitting the back of her throat.

I didn’t expect her to push further, though a part of me hoped she would. As expected, she began coming up before taking me in again. Inch by agonizing inch, I was again 5 inches inside. I watched her push forward, feeling the spongy head trying to squeeze through the tiny hole of her throat’s opening. There was no way it was possible, right? And then, I felt myself push into the constricted passage of her throat. I couldn’t believe it – not only had I been sucked off by Liz, now she was deepthroating me! There’s no way I can accurately explain the intensity of that pleasure. I can only say that I was glad I had cum a while ago, otherwise I would be spurting right then in her throat.

Six inches deep, she stopped before beginning to come up. I moaned as my head was squeezed through into her mouth. Liz didn’t take me out of her mouth, going back down. I was ready to be deepthroated again. As my cock entered her throat, Liz pressed further and further, taking yet another inch inside her throat. Seven inches in, with one more inch to go. I was feeling impatient, with seven inches in her mouth, I only wanted to hurry up and bury all of it in her throat. But I didn’t interrupt. There was something incredibly sexy about her doing it herself

With intense pleasure filling every sensation, I watched as she began her slow ascent. Once again, she was at the top. The heightened anticipation of what was about to happen, combined with all the cum covering her face, made me quiver. Teasingly, she spent a moment running her tongue around the head, taking a moment to lick the underside. Watching me, she chuckled, and the vibrations that caused around my cock felt amazing.

All that was left was the final stretch. The final agonizing stretch. With just the head of my cock in her mouth, Liz drooled down her saliva, dripping it down my shaft, coating my balls. She bobbed down an inch and then came up. Her head went down two inches before coming up. Another inch, another inch, she drew it out with what I could almost call cruelty. At the fifth inch my cock slid inside her throat and back out. When the seventh inch came, I was shivering with delight and anticipation. I wanted to shout for her to just take it all in.

Her dead dropped, squeezing my shaft in the delightful constriction of her throat. Seven inches she went in and then looked up at me. Holding eye contact, she pushed forward and swallowed the last inch, and then she winked. Just like that, the entire length of my cock was buried in the throat of my friend’s mother. I shivered with delight.

As if to show off, she stayed there, her eyes smiling wickedly. She held my cock in her throat for approximately ten seconds before suddenly pulling off, smiling and coughing. Thick strands of spittle combined with the cum on her face and hung down, much of it making a bridge of sorts between my cock and her lips. I could see the stain of my cock at the base of my cock where she had been pressing down against.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “You really are a whore!”

She said, “I’m your whore.”

My cock twitched violently, resulting in it flopping up and down. Laughing, she said, “Do you want your whore to take your cock deep in her throat?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Okay. But this time, I want you to do something for me.”

I hoped to God she didn’t ask for a kiss, because I didn’t want to do that. “What?” I asked with a trembling voice.

“Guide my head.”

Wow! There’s something incredibly hot about a man guiding a woman’s face on his cock. Men who get to do that, in my opinion, were one of the luckiest of the species, and I was about to join that club!

She added, “I love feeling my man making me suck his cock… using my mouth.”

I didn’t need to be told anything else. As I put my hand on her head, I noticed the soft texture of her hair. Liz has spellbinding golden locks that I’ve admired, often wondering how they’d feel against my hand or between my fingers. I was so caught up in the moment and my awkwardness that I hadn’t even touched it until now. I took a moment to run my fingers through her hair before deciding to give her what she wanted.

Before she even leaned forward, I pulled her head towards my cock. Her eyes filled with approval as she opened her mouth to suck my cock deep. I gently pushed and she nodded in response, wanting more. I pushed her down and watched her take my cock deep in her throat, all the way. Remembering before, I pushed her further and held her there. Again, she nodded, telling me that she wanted to this. I held her, beginning to count.

With my cock buried in her throat, she swallowed. Her throat constricted around my cock, squeezing my shaft.

“Wow!” I said without letting up. She smiled, humming, her throat vibrating around my cock.

I counted to 10 when I felt her pushing against my hold, I let go.

Coming up, she said, “That was good, but faster, rougher.”

Without replying, I pushed her head all the way down to the base of my cock. I didn’t hold her, letting her come up just enough so that my cock was still in her throat before pushing her back down. Again, I pushed and made her deepthroat me. And then it occurred to me. I was facefucking Liz! Just the realization of that made me go faster.

I had another idea but I waited until she came up for air. Instead of pushing, I played with her hair for a few seconds. Then, I grabbed her hair in my fist.

“Oh yes!” she said in a delighted tone. “Grab my hair!”

Growing confident, I told her, “You really are a whore.”

“I love being called a whore by you!”

I smiled, then pulled her head towards my cock. Eagerly, she took my cock in. I pushed her head down, making her swallow my cock to the base, then pulled her up by her hair. There was a strange exhilaration in making a married woman suck your cock while holding a fistful of hair as her face dripped with your cum.

After making her go up and down a few times, I held her down at the base and said, “This is one of my fantasies, Liz. I’ve always wanted to facefuck you like this.”

She came up, saying, “Then do it, show me what you really want to do!”

First, I let go of her hair, before I stood up. Then I grabbed her soft hair with both hands and forced her pretty head down on my cock.

“I’m gonna fuck that whore mouth hard,” I told her. I wasn’t what I was saying or where I was getting all of this from, but she seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was.

With a tight grip on her hair, I began fucking her face hard. Back and forth her mouth bobbed, a toy for my use. My excitement only grew. I was now thrusting my hips as I pulled her face towards me. From her lips flowed an endless stream of spit that was now covering her tits. Her mouth and throat were making a beautiful slurping noise that was music to my ears, music that encouraged me to go faster and harder.

A madness of lust seemed to possess me as I mercilessly slammed my cock inside my friend’s mother’s face. Harder and faster I fucked her married face, completely content to use her for my pleasure. With every passing moment, I approached closer to the edge of my climax, but I tried to hold on for just a little longer, to prolong using her sweet, slutty mouth.

Suddenly I remembered what Liz had said last time - that I could cum anywhere, and that was the thought that set me off. I felt my body shake with pleasure. I wouldn’t hold it any longer, I couldn’t.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”

She didn’t respond, lost in the throes of being used as mouth-meat. Faster and faster I fucked her face! And then, like the snapping of elastic, I released!

“I’m cumming!” I shouted as I let go of her head.

She retreated, releasing my spit-covered shaft from her throat, until just the tip was in her mouth. Immediately I began unloading a huge load. Spurt after spurt I filled her mouth as my whole body shook. Like a greedy slut, Liz continued sucking the crown of my cock, her lips demanding more from me. For a while it felt like I couldn’t stop cumming, and she wouldn’t stop sucking.

Fully spent, I fell back on the couch, limp in both body and cock. I watched the cum-covered married whore in front of me holding a second load of my cum in her mouth. She tilted her head, opening her mouth to show me what she had – the entirety of her mouth was an ocean of my cum. If she hadn’t tilted her head, a lot of it would have spilled out, and I was getting the feeling that she wasn’t the kind of woman who wasted cum.

Closing her mouth, she swirled my thick juice inside, then swallowed. I watched her throat in awe as it worked to down all of my cum. So fucking hot!

Then she said, “So, what did you think?”

“That was fucking amazing… and you’re the hottest slut to exist.”

She smiled, as if I had given her flowers, and said, “Why, that’s so kind of you!”

Smacking her lips a few times, like one does to enjoy the lingering taste at the aftermath of a good meal, she said, “I love cum! I can never get too much of it. It’s a good thing I have another load of it right here.”

She lifted one finger and wiped her face, fully coating it in cum, before putting it in her mouth. Throwing me a smoldering look, she sucked on her finger, her mouth making the same motions it had when sucking on my cock.

“Won’t you give me every single load you have?”

As I watched her wipe more cum off her face, I nodded, weakly adding, “Of course.”

“Good, because I intend to drain you whenever I get my hands on you.”

Wow! I keep saying this, but I underestimated how slutty she was. As that thought passed, I realized another thought, that she was now slut!

“You’re my slut now,” I told.

Faster and faster, she used her fingers to shovel my cum into her mouth – a true cum addict.

She replied, “I am your slut. I hope now you see that you can tell me all about your dirty fantasies?”

I laughed at the version of me who had walked in through her doorsteps, into her parlour, without realizing the extent of the filth in her mind.

“Yeah, I see now. I’ll tell you everything.”

Her face had been practically wiped clean, though there was a sheen left behind by the cum-coating.

“You’ll show me everything,” she corrected me. “You’ll be using me for whatever filthy fantasies your mind can come up with.”

She stood up as I caught my breath. Turning away, she said, “I’m gonna freshen up a bit. After that, we’ll have you eat my pussy. And then, when you’re ready to fuck again, I’ll take your virginity, and you’ll fuck me like the slut I am.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Afterword

Thank you for reading my story! If you've gotten this far, I imagine you've enjoyed it. I don't intend to leave you without a follow-up (this time,) so stay tuned for more. I'd love to hear your feedback. Thanks, see you next time!