That memorable morning that Amy interupted what was the warm up to some time between the sheets with her Mom, was the Saturday before Labor Day. I’d finished the yard and was leaning back against the kitchen counter, shirtless and sweaty, head lolled back and Jill was on her knees sucking my cock. Then the scream that brought it all to a stop, “MOM! WHAT THE FUCK…MOM?”
Jill and I jumped, she stood in front of me and I muttered “oh shit” as I worled to get my cock back in my jeans. Amy, hands on her hips, shocked, confussed, pissed and who knows what else glaring at us. My attempt to excuse myself failed so I shrunk off into a corner. Amy shrugged, “so. What the fuck Mom?” The ensuing conversation revolved around, How long? He’s 18! When did it start? You fucking him too? What are you thinking? Eventually Amy’s shock and horror turned to ‘way to go Mom!, and I was able to escaped unscathed.
My folks had left that morning on their summer vacation so the house was mine for the next two weeks. I stripped off my sweaty clothes and tossed them in the wash, fixed a sandwich and headed to my room to shower up. Out of the shower I hit my buddy Luke up and he came over and chilled with me for the afternoon. Around 4:30 my phone dinged -‘come by at 6, dinner and make up for this morning?’ I replied -‘sure, I’ll be there.’ About 15 minutes later another ding -‘up to edge and crash here tonight?’ I laughed -‘fuck yeah!’
I was on Jill’s back porch at 6, freshly showered, gray atheltic shorts and a navy tank top. I kicked my shoes off inside the door and found Jill in the kitchen, hair tied back, blue panties and braless in a lose fitting, white button down blouse. Taking off my shirt I set it aside and helped out in the kitchen, flirting and joking around as she finished up dinner. I was a surprised when she started talking about Amy, telling me she might hit me up sometime, to hang out or hook up, maybe both. Amy was hot, they were near identical aside for the 20 years, but the two of them sharing and fucking the same dude was a combination of hot and a bit taboo.
We cleaned up after dinner and chilled in the living room with a movie. Cuddling, kissing and making out on the sofa, little wrestling and horsing around. When the movie she took off and came back, straddled me and I held her waist as she wiggled in my lap. “Here” she smiled and I opened my mouth, she put the little green cube under my tongue and wrapped her arms around my head kissing me. She took my hand and pulled me up and led me to the bedroom.
In the bedroom she turned to me and I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Stripped off my shorts and gave her a kiss before getting into bed and stretching out on my back lacing my fingers behind my head. I watched her as she lit her candles and dimmed the lights, then she stood at the foot of the bed and slipped off her panties.
She crawled into bed and over me, laying on top of me and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her body as her kisses began. Slowly Jill kissed, licked and nibbled her way down my body, from my licking my pits to sucking my toes. The tickle of her fingers and tongue sending little wave of electricity through me. She worked her way back up and spread my legs, kissing my thighs and I pulled my knees up aside my chest. She started eating my ass and strocking my cock, sucking my balls while she finger fucked me and stroked my cock. I was whimpering and gasping as she worked me over, doing my best to not respond and enjoy what she was doing to me without jumping in. When she finished with me she slid up over me, held my arms over my head on the bed and put her tits in my face letting me kiss and suck them. “I want to taste you before you ride me.” I whispered as I sucked on her. My arms still held down she straddled me and lowered herself letting me lick her pussy and suck on her lips and push my tongue into her. As soon as I licked her clit she pulled away from me both giggle as she smiled, “not now sweet boy” and settled back on my waist. Spitting on my cock she raised up and guided my cock into her then put her hands on my stomach taking me inside her and started riding me.
Jill got me into edged a couple of weeks after we’d started fucking, since I edge to make myself last longer, the sensation when I finally do nut is intense, and if I edge enough I’ll lose my ability to nut the rest of the night and then it’s all about the fucking. But it’s a whole new World when Jill takes control and I’m helpless to her edging me. Exeriencing my balls tightening, my cock growing more sensitive, getting so fucking close then denied, over and over again. She gets off on feeling me begin to tense up under her, seeing me grab a fistful of sheets and push my head back into the bed whimpering. Jill kept me on my back and rode the fuck out of me, edging me until I couldn’t nut to save my life.
Jill got off of me and patted my stomach, a little out of breath, “let’s take a break.” We went to the kitchen and grabbed a snack, I guzzled some juice and ate a piece of fruit, “know what I’m hungry for?” I smiled. Taking her by the waist I sat her up on the counter, legs over my shoulders, ass in my hands, I went straight for her clit, swole and firm and locked on. She held my head, running her fingers through my hair softly moaning and gasping as I ate her out, sucking her lips and probing her with my tongue. She was trembling and panting, whimpering when I raised up and kissed her tits, then carried her to the living room land laid her on the sofa. Spreading her legs open I pushed my cock into her as she squealed and reached out for me, her fingertips brushing my chest and stomach. I held her leg to my chest, ankle over my shoulder and fucked her, moaning and whimpering and massaging her tits. I pulled out of her, leaned down to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I stood with her in my arms and carried her back to bed. As I moved over her she took a hold of my cock and guided me back into her. We rolled around the bed and I fucked her near non-stop until she was finished with me by whispering in my ear that she was ready to crash. I kissed her, stretched out on the bed and she laid across my chest, my arm around her and fell asleep.
I woke Sunday morning to Jill stirring in bed and rolled over onto my back, stretched my arms over my head groaning and she patted my stomach as she got out of bed. In the bathroom the shower eventually came on so I got up and padded to the bathroom, took a piss and joined her. Out of the shower we headed downstairs, Jill started her coffee and I got myself some fruit and juice out of the fridge. We talked about anything, everything and nothing at all while we ate and Amy came up again. I’d finished eating and put my hands on the counter and leaned back, crossed my ankles and watched her move around the kitchen. She caught me watching her, “what you looking at.” I gave her a smile and a slight shrug, “the scenery,” she cocked an eye at me. “What are you looking at?” I asked, “my 18 year old fuck boy and his hard-on.” we giggled and she walked to me and took a hold of my waist, “I told you that stuff keeps me swole for a couple days, and isn’t that why you give it to me…to see how much fuck you can get out of me?” I smiled, her mouth agape she playfully smacked my stomach, “and I sure got a lot of fuck out of you last night didn’t I?” She was caressing my stomach and chest with the back of her fingers bobbing her head teasing and avoiding my kiss. I finally asked, “so, you want to see how much fuck I got left in me and let me go for that load you denied me last night?” She finally stopped avoiding my kiss.
I followed her onto the bed caressing her legs as she scooted up and laid back at the head of the bed. I leaned down and licked and kissed her pussy then straddled her chest and fed her my cock, brushing her hair aside and holding her head. A little drool started running down her chin, I pulled out and put my hands on the bed at her shoulders supporting myself, moving between her legs as she spread them for me. She took my cock, wet with her spit and guided me to her hole. I sank balls deep into her sighing, everytime the heat of that smooth tight hole flows into me, “you’re always so fucking tight,” I whispered. She held my sides and I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her and drained my load into her before I even worked up a sweat.
I stayed inside her and laid down on her, lacing my fingers over her head as she ran her hands over my back. We started kissing, “that was quick” she smiled, I kissed her nose and grinned, “if you’re up to keep going the next load won’t be so quick to come.” She raised her eyebrows grinning, then tightened her grip on me and tried sucking my tongue down her throat, my green light to keep going. This time I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her, slow and steady, passionate. intimate and attentive, by the time I dropped my second load into her we were both dripping with sweat.
