Freshman Blue Balls Ch. 02

The next day I woke up hard, as usual. I looked around my room, still sleepy. One of the benefits of choosing community college is being able to live at home and sleep in my own bed. I have a nice room, I live in a nice house and am blessed to have a nice family.

My dad is black and my mom is white. He met her after he became a doctor. She was a nurse, I know that seems cliched, but that's their story. My Dad is now an ENT with a private practice and the community loves him and he has a reputation as a good doctor.

It's because he went to medical school that I know he is disappointed in my decision to stay local and not go to Harvard or some other high-end school. He tells me he is fine with my decision, but I know better, he is too nice to tell me how he feels. But I don't like book-work, I am not dumb, I get good grades, I just hate it.

I know two things: The first, I do not want to be behind a desk somewhere when I get older, sitting on my ass all day. The second, I want to be in charge of me, I want to have my own business, possibly in the sports world, like a coach, or an agent or something. Afterall, I am going to get a four year degree in sports management.

I looked around my room, the walls decorated with signed NBA jerseys, team logos, and other memorabilia I'd collected over the years. Beneath the TV mounted on my wall was a built-in display showcasing all the trophies, ribbons, and medals I'd earned since my tee-ball days.

I had hopes of adding some more trophies as a freshman basketball player this year. But, now with this injury, it looked like I may be out for a good part of the season. I am not sure if we even get personal trophies or ribbons in division-three community college. It didn't matter, I knew that I had the rest of the week off from school and nothing to do today but go to Mrs. T's for therapy.

"Holy shit!" I muttered under my breath. "I fuckin' almost forgot!"

I was still tired and groggy, but how could I forget getting a blow job from my best friend's hot mom. I smiled, at least I had something to be happy about this week.

The image of Mrs. T's auburn red hair, framing her pretty face as she bobbed up and down on my cock was making me hard again. As hot as that is, I was not gonna re-live it in my mind. Mornings were for one thing, watching back shot videos on my phone.

I opened my phone and pulled up one of my favorite videos; some black dude plowing his white girlfriend from behind. I loved jerking off to back shots, there is something magical about seeing that big round ass getting pounded from behind and the sight of a woman's asshole winking as her pussy gets slammed by a big cock.

My ex-girlfriend Sara had a nice ass, unfortunately, I never got to see it naked, she was very uptight about sex. We had sex four times, each time missionary and I was not allowed to go down on her and she would not go down on me. We were both virgins, so I figured it was okay, I figured she was just nervous and felt guilty about sex before marriage.

I pushed the blanket down. My cock was a deep chocolate brown, smooth to the touch, with a thick vein running up the side that pulsed whenever I gave it a squeeze. I was circumcised, so the head was always exposed--slick, slightly shiny, and a bit lighter than the shaft. The shape of it had always looked kind of odd to me. The ridge around the crown was barely there--just a gentle curve that didn't flare out much--which made the whole thing look a bit like a bright pink Tic Tac.

I began stroking my cock, staring at my phone, getting ready to cum along with the guy in the video.

In the video, the girl was moaning loudly--cumming hard as he rubbed his thumb across her asshole. He kept slamming into her, relentless, and she was already cumming a second time. My cock in real life was about ready to explode, the tip slick with precum drooling down the head.

I looked back at the video, a few more pumps and then he pulled his cock out, blasting rope after rope of hot sticky cum up her back and then over her ass cheeks. As I watched the final shot of cum land squarely on her asshole, I began to cum in real life.

I held it for one final stroke, then let go, cum shot out, landing on my stomach and chest, in big white sticky ropes. Every time I pumped my hand, I squirted a stream of cum, after fifteen squirts, my chest and abs covered in spunk I was finally done.

I lay back, resting my head on the pillow. Relieved and drained of cum. The pressure in my balls relieved.

After recovering for a minute I grabbed my tshirt and wiped myself off. My phone rang, which was unusual, I never get calls especially in the morning. I looked at it... it was Mrs. T.

"Hello." I said, sheepishly. Putting the phone on speaker and flopping it on my chest.

"Hey Trey! It's Mrs. T." She said, her voice sounding sexy even though she was not trying.

"I know. Good morning, Mrs. T." I said, already sounding defeated.

"Your next appointment is today at five and I thought I could pick you up early so we could talk about... some things."

"Yeah, I kinda figured." I said, feeling a little deflated. I knew this was a one-time thing, and to be honest, I was glad she was going to address it so that it wouldn't be weird when I was over hanging out at her house.

"I will pick you up at three, we can talk and then you can come with me to pick up Avery, he had to pick up a shift at the mall today and his car is in the shop."

I said okay, then we hung up.

I had been home alone for since yesterday, my mom and dad left on a trip to the Mediterranean. They actually postponed it a few days when I first got injured, and finally left yesterday. The rest of the day dragged on. By two-fifty-eight, I was already standing outside when her big white SUV rolled up, I hobbled to the passenger side and climbed in, pulling the door shut behind me.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Hey, Trey," she answered with a soft smile. But her voice... there was something different about it. Something tighter underneath the warmth.

We pulled away from the curb, and silence filled the car. Not the teasing, comfortable kind we'd shared before. This was thick, heavy, almost suffocating. I stared out the window, feeling every second stretch longer and heavier. My palms were sweaty against my shorts, my heart pounding harder with each passing block.

I could feel her glancing at me now and then, but neither of us spoke. The air conditioning hummed softly, filling the space with an empty, meaningless sound. I tried to think of something to say -- anything -- but my throat was dry, my mind spinning.

My stomach twisted into a knot so tight it felt like I couldn't breathe. I clenched my fists in my lap and stared harder out the window, willing myself not to panic.

Finally, she spoke. Her voice was calm, steady, but serious. "Trey," she said, keeping her eyes on the road. "We need to talk about this."

I turned toward her slowly, bracing myself for the worst. The weight of dread settled on my chest, making it hard to get a full breath.

"You're mature enough to understand this can't get out," she said, her tone even but firm. "You can't tell anyone. Not your friends. Not your teammates. Not even someone you think you can trust." She tightened her hands slightly on the steering wheel, glancing over at me for a second before looking back at the road. "I'm trusting you, Trey. You need to protect me. Protect Mr. T. Protect our reputation and protect your best friend, Avery. If you want this to continue..."

My eyes grew as big as frying pans. 'Did she just say "continue"?' I thought to myself. For a second, I just stared at her. Then a slow, wide grin spread across my face.

"Hell yeah! I want this to continue," I said, my voice low but sure.

Mrs. T smiled faintly, almost like she'd expected that answer. She pulled off into a gas station and then she turned off the engine and shifted in her seat to face me more fully, resting her hands lightly on her lap. There was a seriousness in her eyes now that wiped the grin off my face.

"Trey," she said, her voice even, calm. "We need to be clear about a few things before anything happens again. You need to really listen to me."

I nodded, sitting up straighter, the weight of her tone cutting through the haze of lust in my brain.

"First," she said, "what happened yesterday wasn't planned. I did it--it was all me. But I'm honest, and I told my husband. Mr. T and I have been faithful for a long time. After twenty years of marriage, we've talked about spicing things up, but we never acted on it. Honestly, we didn't want the jealousy, the drama, other guys, the risk of disease--none of that. We didn't want to complicate our lives. But then I saw your cock and thought... this is perfect. A chance to shake things up and help you relieve the worst case of blue balls I've ever seen."

I laughed, "Yeah, that was pretty bad. They were pretty full."

"But there are rules," she said firmly. "This is about sex. That's all. No relationship. No romance. No sneaking around trying to text me at night or getting jealous if you see me with Mr. T. You're not my husband. You're not replacing him. Do you understand?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. I understand."

"This has to stay between us. Completely. No friends. No teammates. No 'locker room talk.' If even a whisper of this gets out, it could destroy a lot of things. For me. For Mr. T. For Avery. For you." She looked me dead in the eyes, her voice calm but razor sharp. "You have to be smart, Trey. I am not telling you what to do. I am simply offering you a deal."

I nodded again, more seriously this time. "I get it. I swear. No one will ever hear a word from me."

She watched me for a long moment, weighing the truth of my words. Then she nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Good," she said. "Because if you can't handle that, if you even hesitate, this ends right now. No hard feelings, but it ends. I am sorry to hammer this, but... you are young and your generation..."

"I can handle it," I said, meeting her gaze. "I want this. I want you."

For the first time, a genuine smile curved her lips -- warm, approving.

"Okay! Good! But... a few more things to iron out. I am assuming and hoping you are free of diseases, as in STD's?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am!" I said confidently. "I only had one girlfriend and we were both virgins. Honestly, Mrs. T. I have only had sex four times in my entire life... I am not like an experienced guy or anything like that. I don't really know what I am doing, when it comes to pleasing women. Sara would never even let me go down on her."

She cut me off, "Trey, it's okay, forget about Sara. I was a virgin when I met my husband, I have no diseases either, you are welcome to come with me and talk to my primary doctor, if you want to verify that I am clean and have no history of venereal diseases."

I was staring at her tits now and looked up into her face, she noticed and smiled. "Naw, Mrs. T. I trust you." I said, grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of having no-strings sex with a hot MILF. "If you want you can come to my doctor too! I never had anything Mrs. T."

She watched me for a long moment, weighing the truth of my words. Then she nodded, satisfied.

"Good," she said. Her voice stayed calm, professional, like she was discussing errands she needed to run. "Because after we do physcial therapy tonight, I'm taking you home. And on the way to your house, we are pulling off somewhere quiet and you are going to fuck me in the back of this gigantic SUV. And just so you know, we don't have to do any of this if you don't want to! Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to have your very own fuck doll?"

I nodded, trying to stay cool even though my heart was hammering in my chest.

There was no smirk on her face. No playful sparkle in her eyes. She wasn't seducing me. She was telling me what was going to happen. Like an agreement. Like a contract.

"Yes," I said, my voice low and raspy. "Absolutely."

"Good," she said, starting the SUV again. "Now we've gotta pick up your best friend from work, and by the time we get back to my place, it'll be around 4:30. We can do your therapy a little early today. Then I'll tell Avery I'm dropping you off and heading to my book club--that way, he won't want to come."

We pulled out of the gas station, we still had another fifteen minutes before reaching the mall.

The ride to the mall was quiet, but not for me. Mrs. T kept her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually in her lap. Her outfit was sexy--tight white T-shirt, black leggings. Nothing special, but on her, it might as well have been lingerie.

Her tits looked even bigger from this angle, snug under the thin fabric, the seatbelt pressing between them and pulling her shirt just tight enough to show the soft round curves underneath. I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Every little shift in the seat made her chest jiggle just slightly, like it was moving in slow motion just for me.

My eyes dropped to her thighs. Her leggings were stretched over them, smooth and flawless, and the seam ran right between her legs, outlining her pussy in a way that made my cock twitch. I had to shift in my seat, but it didn't help. I was already rock hard, the head of my cock pushing up against my waistband, leaking like crazy.

I couldn't stop thinking about what she said. She was going to let me fuck her tonight. That word--fuck--just kept echoing in my head. Not a blow job. Not rubbing. Full-on sex. Mrs. T, my best friend's mom, was going to let me slide my cock into her pussy and bust a nut deep inside her.

My chest was tight just thinking about it. I tried to picture what she looked like naked. What her pussy looked like. What it smelled like. Was it shaved? Was it thick? Did she get wet fast? I imagined pulling down those leggings and seeing her bare ass in the daylight, that tight body bending over the back seat while I got behind her.

I had to clench my fists to keep from groaning. My balls ached bad, worse than this morning. It wasn't just that I wanted her. It was that I was about to have her, the anticipation of sex was making my cock hard and my balls were filling up.

"Mrs. T," I said finally, my voice rough and low from holding back.

She glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow, then back to the road. "Yeah?"

I hesitated for a second, but there was no point pretending. "I'm hurting again. Bad. My balls... it's worse than yesterday." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my shorts tenting embarrassingly high, the head of my cock leaking through the thin fabric.

She spoke calmly, "We've got time for a quick blowjob. That should take the edge off."

She looked down briefly, taking in the sight, then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod like she was confirming something in her mind. She said nothing, just flicked on her blinker and turned down a quiet side road. We drove a minute or two and ended up on a dead-end road.

"You are lucky my cousin lives down the road here, and he is not home, we can get some privacy." She said before pulling into a driveway of a secluded house. I looked around, nobody was home and there were no other houses around.

She parked the SUV without a word and turned off the engine. For a moment she just sat there, hands resting lightly on the steering wheel, not looking at me. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned in her seat, and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Go ahead, take it out," she said simply, her tone cool and matter-of-fact, like she was asking me to hand her a piece of paper.

My hands moved automatically, shoving my shorts down just enough to free my cock. It sprang out instantly, hard and twitching, the tip already glistening with precum. I caught her eyes flicker, just briefly, at the sight of it -- no shock, no hesitation, just quiet, hungry acceptance.

She leaned across the console, her ass turning toward the window, the fabric of her leggings stretching tight over her curves. Her tits moved softly under her shirt with every shift of her weight. I couldn't stop staring. I'd pictured her like this a thousand times, but nothing came close to the real thing. She looked calm. Focused. Like she already knew exactly how this was going to go.

Then her face was right there in front of my cock.

I was holding my breath. My cock was standing straight up, leaking hard, twitching with every heartbeat. And when her warm breath hit the tip, I nearly lost it right there.

She opened her mouth and took me in slowly, her lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling like she was tasting me for the first time. I reached out with my left hand, squeezing her ass as I took in the full curve of her hips. I ran my fingers over the strip of exposed skin between her white shirt and the waistband of her yoga pants--soft, warm, and smooth.

I couldn't help myself. I slid my hand down the back of her pants, under her thong, and grabbed a full handful of her right cheek. My fingers worked under the thin strap, sliding lower until I felt the tight heat of her puckered asshole. Fuck, I was so hard now.

I ran my finger over her asshole, then pushed lower until I found her soaked pussy lips. My arm was fully stretched as I leaned forward, her mouth still wrapped around my cock. I slid my middle finger inside her--warm, wet, and gripping. She moaned around me as I pushed in deep.

I pulled my finger out and held it up, watching her wetness glisten. Then I slipped it into my mouth, tasting her. Her pussy was sweet and warm on my tongue--and I instantly wanted more.

"Oh fuck," I whispered. I couldn't help it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and relentless--she sucked like a woman who craved cock. She slid down deeper, one hand stroking the base while the other reached underneath and cupped my balls. They were tight and heavy, and she knew it.

She moaned when she felt them--not just reacting, but like she needed it. Like the feel of my full balls in her hand made her even wetter.

She pulled off slowly, lips slick and glossy, a thin string of spit hanging from her mouth. Her eyes were wild, locked on my cock like it was the only thing in the world.

"Trey..." she whispered, breathless. "I fucking love sucking your cock. It turns me on so much. I get wet just feeling it twitch in my mouth." She gripped the base tighter, slowly stroking. "You have no idea how bad I've been needing this. I want your cum so fucking bad--I want it all. Feed me, baby. Fuck my mouth and let me swallow every drop."

Before I could even respond, she took me in again. Deeper this time. Her throat opened up and I felt the head hit the back. I gasped, body jerking forward, and she didn't flinch. She took it. She worked her mouth around me like a woman who knew exactly how to drain a cock and loved doing it.

Her lips were slick, spit running down the shaft as she bobbed faster, one hand stroking, the other gently tugging my balls. I couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Just moaned, quietly and helplessly, while the pressure built deep in my gut.

"I'm gonna cum," I managed, barely getting the words out. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

She didn't stop. She moaned around my cock like she couldn't wait.

And then I was cumming. Hard.

My cock throbbed in her mouth--and then I exploded. The first thick rope blasted straight down her throat, but she didn't back off. She kept her lips locked tight around me, sucking slowly, carefully, like she was trying to catch every drop. More kept coming, pulse after pulse, and she let it pool in her mouth--groaning softly, like she loved the weight of it, the taste, the act itself.

My legs shook. Toes curled in my sneakers. I couldn't breathe. I came harder than I ever had in my life--like days of need were pouring out all at once.

When I finally stopped pulsing, she eased her head back, careful not to spill a drop. No pop, no drama--just a slow, dirty slide off my shaft, lips still wrapped until the very end. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth.

It was overflowing. Thick, creamy, pearly white cum covered her tongue and pooled deep in her mouth. It clung to her cheeks, shimmered in the light, glossy and obscene. A string of it stretched from her bottom lip to her tongue as she held it there for me--showing me what I'd done to her.

She kept her eyes on mine as she swallowed it all in one slow, greedy gulp. Her throat moved, and then she licked her lips clean and smiled, satisfied and proud.

"Mmm," she purred. "You cum so much, Trey. I fucking love it."

And that's when it hit me--my best friend's mom had just shown me a mouthful of my cum... and it blew my mind.

I nodded, still dazed. "That was... that was crazy."

She smiled and fixed her seatbelt like nothing had happened. "You're welcome."

I sat there with my shorts still half-down, still stunned, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath.

"Now pull your shorts up. We've got to get Avery."

I did what she said, tucking myself away, my cock still twitching from how hard she'd worked it. She started the car, shifted into reverse, and pulled back onto the quiet street.

I adjusted myself, making sure I didn't leave any cum on my shorts or the seat.

"Thank you, Mrs. T," I said.

She glanced over at me and smiled. "You're welcome, honey."

Fifteen minutes later, we were parked outside the mall, waiting near the entrance for Avery to come out.

We sat parked outside the mall, waiting. The SUV was quiet, the soft hum of the AC the only sound. But inside me, everything was loud--my pulse, my breathing, the ache between my legs.

Mrs. T sat behind the wheel, calm as ever. One hand resting casually on her thigh. Sunglasses on. Not a trace of guilt in her body.

I looked at her. My voice came out low, rough. "When we fuck... can I cum inside you?"

She didn't hesitate.

"You better."

My cock jumped. Hard.

"I want it deep," she said, still staring straight ahead. "I want your cum dripping out of me for the rest of the night."

I swallowed. My throat was dry. "Are you... gonna fuck Mr. T later?"

That made her smile. She turned her head just slightly, enough to show the curve of her mouth.

"Yes," she said.

My chest tightened. I didn't know how to feel. Confused. Turned on.

"He knows everything," she added. "He knows about this. About what we're doing. About what I'm letting you do to me."

I blinked. "He's... okay with it?"

"Yes, he is," she said. "We've talked about it for years. Fantasized. We just never trusted anyone enough to try it."

I looked at her. "And now?"

She turned and took off her sunglasses. Her eyes were clear. Sure.

"He knows you. He knows you're clean. Young. Strong. He knows you're not some sleazy random guy off the internet. And I certainly don't want to fuck some random stranger. But... you. You are handsome, clean and I know I will be safe with you."

I smiled hearing her call me handsome.

My cock pulsed at that. I couldn't explain it, but knowing Mr. T had chosen me somehow made it worse. Filthier. Real.

"He told me," she said softly, "if I was ever going to do this... he wanted it to be with someone who'd make me cum. Someone who'd fill me up. Someone I could fuck hard and deep, and then bring that cum home to him."

My jaw tightened. I was leaking steadily now, my cock throbbing with each word.

"After I drop you off," she said, "I'm going home. I'm not showering. I'm not changing. I'm going to crawl into bed, spread my legs open, and let my husband lick your cum out of me."

I groaned quietly. My whole body tensed.

"He wants to taste it," she whispered. "We have had a long running fantasy of him eating a creampie out of my pussy."

She smiled and slid her sunglasses back on like she hadn't just wrecked me completely.

I sat there, cock soaked and twitching, stomach tight, chest pounding. No words. Just fire.

I looked over at her, my heart still thudding from everything she'd just said. My voice came out quiet, almost embarrassed.

"I've never eaten pussy before."

Mrs. T turned her head slowly, eyebrows raised slightly. "No?"

I shook my head. "Sara wouldn't let me. I tried once and she stopped me. Said it felt weird. She just... wasn't into it. I don't know why."

Mrs. T laughed softly, like she genuinely felt bad for me. "Poor thing. She's crazy. I love having my pussy licked."

My cock twitched at the way she said it. So casual. So filthy.

"I could cum three times from your mouth before you even put your cock in me," she said, her voice low. "And I plan to."

I swallowed hard. "I want to learn. I want to do it right."

Her eyes stayed on mine. "You will. I'll show you. I'll tell you exactly where to lick. I'll hold your face between my thighs and grind my pussy on your mouth until I cum."

I nodded slowly, my cock rock hard again, straining my shorts. "I want that."

Then I hesitated. "But... just being honest... I don't want to go down on you after Mr. T. Like... if he fucks you."

Mrs. T grinned. Not offended. Not surprised. She laughed lightly and put a hand on my thigh.

"That's totally fine, baby. I wouldn't ask you to. That's not your role."

She leaned in slightly, eyes dark and full of heat.

"When I fuck you, I'll make sure my pussy's clean. Fresh. Wet. Just for you."

I nodded slowly, my throat dry. My cock was throbbing with each beat of my heart.

"Another thing I we need to address, Trey." She said, staring at me with her beautiful face. "We have to promise each other that if we begin to fall in love, we have to tell each other. I don't want a divorce and trust me, you want to eventually marry a woman your own age."

"I understand that, Mrs. T." I said, in an affirming tone.

"Mrs. T, have you ever had something this big in your..." I trailed off, feeling awkward, trying to be respectful.

Mrs. T laughed, "Trey, it's okay, you can say it and you can talk dirty to me, remember I am going to be your personal slut from this point forward. I already sucked that beautiful cock twice. And to answer your question... no! I have not had a cock that big in me. Mr. T is about seven inches long, so he is good. I do have a thick nine-inch dildo, so I will be able to handle you."

I grinned, still a little nervous, "okay."

A giggle erupted from her, "Trey... I have what's called a snapper." She looked at me, her blue eyes sparkling and her smile lighting up her face. "Do you know what a snapper is?"

"No!" I said.

"A snapper is a pussy that no matter how hard you fuck it, no matter how much you stretch it, it tightens right back up and feels like you are fucking a virgin again."

"What the fuuuck!" I muttered in disbelief.

"You will see for yourself tonight." She said, and then pointed to Avery who was now walking out of the mall towards us.

Avery got in the SUV, plopping into the captain's chair behind me. "Trey! What up bro!"

"Dude! How was your shift?" I asked.

"Good! How are your legs? Still sore?" He asked.

"Yeah, but it's okay, each day gets better." I said.

Mrs. T Put the SUV in drive and pulled away from the curve. We headed to her house and we all made small talk. I could not wait until therapy was over and I could finally fuck her.

It took forever to get to her house. Time was dragging by so slowly.

I love my best friend and enjoy hanging out with him, but this was one time, I just wanted to hurry the fuck up and leave.

As I was doing therapy with Avery's mom, he was moping around and even came in to chat while she was stretching me out.

"Today I got to be up in the projector rooms and it was awesome!" Avery said, as sat on a bench across from us.

I was on my back again as she lifted and pushed my leg to my chest.

"That's awesome, bro!" I said.

"Yeah, it's better than being at the concession and scooping out popcorn." He said with a sigh.

Mrs. T spoke up, "Trey! What are you doing for dinner? You can eat with us if you like?"

There was no fucking way! I wanted to fuck ASAP.

"Nah, Thanks Mrs. T, but my aunt Jennie is at my house right now, cooking up some food and I was gonna eat with her. She is gonna spend the night, my mom insisted." I said, which was a big fucking lie.

"Oh Okay, well... after we are done here, I will drop you off first thing, so you are not late." She said softly.

"Oh it's okay, she knows I am getting home around six, she knows I have therapy. We probly won't eat until six-thirty." I said, detailing my story.

Then she looked at Avery who was now bench-pressing and empty bar as he sat across from us. "Avery, after I drop him off, I have to go to Angie's house and drop some stuff off for our book club tomorrow night. You are welcome to come with me to drop Trey off, but you will have to hang out with me for at least an hour or more at Angie's. We are having a big girl's night tomorrow and I am helping her decorate."

Avery furled his eyebrow. "No thanks Mom! I have homework to do and I have I have to shower, I smell like popcorn and I hate going to bed like that."

Mrs. T, looked at me, and said, "Well Trey! I think you are better off, because eating with us tonight would have been takeout anyways and you wouldn't be eating until I got back from Angie's."

I laughed and said, "I appreciate it, Mrs. T."

Avery got up and announced he was going to take a shower.

Mrs. T looked back at him and said, "Avery, text me what you and your dad want for takeout and I will pick it up on the way back from Angie's."

"Sure thing Mom!" He said, walking out and then stopping at the doorway, "Trey! Later man, come have dinner with us tomorrow night if you are gonna be alone."

"Sure thing, Bro!" I said.

Once we were finally alone, she winked at me and said, "It's time for us to go. Are you ready?"

I nodded, trying to keep cool even though my pulse was already racing. "Yeah. Ready."

"Give me a minute to change my clothes and I will meet you in the garage." She said, walking away with a sway of her hips, her ass looking like a work of art.

I went out to the garage and got into her SUV. A few minutes later, she walked in--now wearing a light blue summer dress with tiny flower prints. She looked incredible. The dress clung softly to her curves and stopped at mid-thigh, showing off her toned, sexy legs. She wasn't trying too hard. She didn't have to.

She hopped in and started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, calm as ever. I shifted in my seat, glancing over at her, at the way her tits bounced just slightly with the motion of the car. The seatbelt cut right between them, pulling the fabric tight against her chest. I had to look away to keep from drooling.

We drove in silence for a few blocks, the hum of the tires on the pavement the only sound between us.

Finally, I cleared my throat and asked, "Where are we going?"

She glanced over at me, her lips curling up just a little. "My cousin's place. Same driveway as earlier. He's still out of town, remember? We'll have complete privacy."

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. "Nice."

"You're going to fuck me in the back, Mr. T already put down a thin memory foam mattress for us." she said, like she was reminding me what we both already knew. "And I want all that cock. No holding back."

My cock twitched at her words, straining against my waistband.

"Don't worry," I said, shifting in my seat again. "I'm not holding back anything."

She smirked but didn't respond. Just kept her eyes on the road as we turned off onto a quieter street, trees lining both sides like they were hiding us from the rest of the world. My chest was tight with anticipation. We weren't just fooling around anymore. This was about to be real.

And I was about to fuck my best friend's mom in the back of her SUV.

Mrs. T pulled up the long driveway, past the empty house, and parked beneath a canopy of trees near the far edge of the property. A little further back than where we parked earlier. The engine clicked as it cooled, and she sat still for a moment, hands resting on the wheel.

Then she looked at me with that same calm fire in her eyes.

"Let's go," she said. "Climb in back. The seats are already down."

I followed her gaze. The entire rear of the SUV had been converted--both rows folded flat, covered with a soft memory foam mattress. A clean blanket was spread across it, and a small pillow was tucked near the rear window. It looked like a nest. A sex nest.

I looked at her, stunned. "Who did this?"

She smirked. "Mr. T did. He laid it all out while we were doing therapy. Told me to take my time with you."

My heart thudded. I felt like I was about to step into a porno I'd only ever jerked off to in my wildest dreams.

We crawled into the back through the rear hatch. The interior was warm, and it smelled like her perfume and leather seats. She crawled in first, slow and deliberate, her ass swaying as she moved across the mattress. I followed, closing the door behind us, the soft thunk sealing us in.

She turned to me and pulled her sundress off. She just lifted it off like a shirt, she had nothing on underneath it. She was kneeling before me completely naked.

Then she turned around on the mattress, got on all fours, and looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Well?" she said, voice husky. "You coming, or are you just gonna sit there and stare?"

I was staring.

I stripped out of my shirt, then yanked down my shorts and boxers in one move. My cock sprang free, stiff and angry, a drop of precum already sliding down the shaft.

She looked back and saw it, eyes widening. "Holy fuck," she whispered. "That cock... Trey, it's fucking beautiful."

I crawled behind her, my hands going straight to her hips. Her skin was warm, her body soft and inviting. I squeezed her ass, spreading her just a little more. I could see everything--every slick detail of her pussy, every twitch of her asshole.

Her pussy was peeking out from underneath, lips swollen and wet, a line of grool hanging and swinging between her thighs before it finally stuck to her skin. Just above it, her asshole was tight and exposed, almost twitching with each slow breath she took.

It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman like this in real life. No screen. No porn. Just her. And it was dirty. Surreal. I was nervous. I was rock hard. And I couldn't stop breathing in -- the smell of pussy and ass filled the air, thick and raw, and I fucking loved it.

My cock was leaking already. I could feel the precum smearing against my boxers. All I could think about was how close my face was to her holes. Inches. I could lean forward and taste her. I could grab her hips and slide my tongue in. I could do anything.

"This your first real look at a woman's ass?" she asked, smirking over her shoulder, like she already knew the answer.

"Yes," I said quietly.

She grinned, proud, filthy. "Yeah, I bet it is. Take a good look, baby. That's my ass. My tight little asshole. And it's all yours tonight."

She arched her back more, spreading her knees even wider, her cheeks parting until I could see everything. Her hole was right there -- pink, tight, puckered -- and her pussy was soaked, dripping even more grool that clung to her thighs.

"Why don't you lick my asshole, Trey?" she said, voice low and nasty. "Put your tongue in there. Taste it."

I swallowed hard, my face just inches away, the scent of pussy and sweat thick in the air. My cock throbbed, leaking into my boxers. I didn't even think. I leaned in closer, breathing her in, ready to obey.

I leaned in, hands on her hips, and opened my mouth. My tongue came out and I gave her a slow, wet lick--right up the crack, from her pussy to her asshole. She shivered. I did it again, this time pressing in, circling the rim, tasting the sweat, the salt, the raw, dirty flavor of her skin.

She moaned, soft and breathy. "That's it. Get in there, baby. Eat my fucking ass."

I flattened my tongue and pushed, slipping the tip into her hole. It was tight and warm, twitching around me as I worked it deeper. I gripped her ass, spread her wider, and buried my face between her cheeks, licking her like I'd starved for it.

Her pussy was dripping. Grool slid down and smeared across my chin, sweet and sticky. I didn't care. I licked her asshole, sucked it, tongue-fucked it while she rocked her hips back against my face.

"Oh my god," she moaned, her voice breaking. "You're licking my fucking asshole..."

I moaned into her, my cock aching, balls tight, leaking like a faucet. I'd never been this hard in my life.

"Turn over," I said. My voice didn't even sound like mine -- it came out deep, rough, like I'd snapped into someone else. Someone harder.

She looked back at me, eyes wide, lips parted, then rolled onto her back without a word. She stretched out across the mattress like a fuckin' prize, legs open, tits rising and falling with every breath. Her nipples were stiff, swollen, begging to be sucked. Between her thighs, her pussy was soaked, glistening in the light, pink and flushed, drooling wet onto the blanket.

I knelt between her legs and leaned in, kissing her inner thigh. Her skin was hot, trembling. I dragged my tongue up slowly, tasting the smeared juices from her thigh as I neared her slit.

She moaned, hips twitching toward me. "Start at the bottom," she said, voice thick with lust. "Lick up... nice and slow. Yeah, like that."

I obeyed, tongue flat, dragging it all the way up her pussy, from the dripping mess between her lips to the top.

"There," she said, breath hitching. "That's my clit. You feel that little bump, baby? Flick your tongue over it. Just the tip. Fast and soft."

I did what she said -- a quick flick, then another.

"Yes... fuck yes," she gasped, her fingers grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Keep doing that. Right there. Don't stop."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and started flicking faster, steady, letting her guide me with her moans and her grip. She rolled her hips into my face, soaking my mouth, her pussy a mess of wet heat and taste.

"Slide two fingers in me," she whispered. "Curl them up inside. Find that spot."

I slid in. She was tight, hot, soaked to the knuckle. Her walls clenched around me immediately, fluttering with every stroke.

"Oh fuck--Trey--yes--your mouth--your fingers--don't stop--"

She bucked hard against my face, thighs shaking, one hand still in my hair, the other clawing at the blanket.

"I'm gonna cum," she cried. "I'm cumming in your fucking mouth--don't stop--don't you fucking stop--"

Her whole body seized, pussy clenching tight around my fingers as she came loud, groaning through gritted teeth. I kept my mouth locked on her clit, licking and sucking as her hips thrashed beneath me.

I sat back, my face soaked, heart pounding. She looked up at me, smiling through her heavy breaths.

"You just made me cum so hard," she whispered. "No one eats me like that. Not even Mr. T."

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock standing straight up, leaking like a faucet.

"I need to be inside you," I growled.

She reached down and spread her pussy open with both hands. "Then do it. Put that cock in me, baby. I want to feel it stretch me out."

I crawled over her, lined myself up, and pressed the head of my cock against her slick entrance. She gasped at the contact.

"Oh god, you're thick," she moaned.

I pushed slowly, her pussy lips spreading wide around the head. She was hot. Wet. Tight as fuck. Her walls gripped me instantly, hugging my cock like they didn't want to let go.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned. "You're so fucking tight..."

She laughed softly, breathlessly. "I told you. It's a snapper."

I looked down at her, eyes wide. "You weren't kidding."

"Nope," she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. "My pussy snaps right back. Doesn't matter how big you are, baby--it still feels like a virgin every time."

"Fuck," I grunted, pushing deeper, inch by inch. "You're gripping my cock like a fist."

She moaned louder, arching her back. "That's it--give it to me. Stretch this snapper out. Make it remember your cock."

I bottomed out, my hips pressed against hers, my entire length buried in her tight, clenching cunt. We both moaned at the same time, the heat between us thick and electric.

"You feel that?" she whispered. "That tight wet snapper's yours now, baby. Use it."

I pulled back and slammed in again, making her cry out.

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped. "Fuck my pussy, Trey. Wreck this snapper. Make me cum on that fat cock."

I buried myself all the way inside her, my hips pressed tight against her thighs, her warm pussy gripping my cock like it had been made for it. She let out a breathy moan and tilted her head back, eyes fluttering.

"Fuck," I groaned. "You feel... unreal."

The heat. The wet. The squeeze. It was too much. I could feel my orgasm rising already, pressure coiling deep in my balls like a spring pulled too tight.

I froze, muscles shaking.

"Wait--shit--I need a second," I panted. "You feel too fucking good. I don't wanna blow this in thirty seconds."

She looked up at me with a soft, lust-drunk smile, her hands sliding up my chest.

"It's okay," she whispered, then reached up, cupping my face in both hands. "Look at me, Trey."

I leaned in, breathing hard, and she pulled me into a kiss--soft at first, then deeper, hotter. Our mouths opened and our tongues met, slow and wet and hungry. It wasn't just a kiss. It was connection. Her fingers curled behind my neck. My chest pressed against her tits. My cock pulsed deep inside her.

When we finally broke apart, we stared at each other, both of us dazed, caught in something that felt bigger than sex.

Her blue eyes locked onto mine--and in that moment, it felt like the world dropped away. Time stopped. It was just us. Her breath against my face. My heart pounding against her chest. It wasn't just lust anymore. It was something else. Something real. Like I could see all the way through her. Like she saw something in me, too.

I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe.

So I buried my face into her neck and started to move.

Slow at first. Deep, rolling thrusts. Her pussy welcomed me every time I slid back in, tight and wet and clenching around me like she never wanted to let me go.

She moaned beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her heels into my back.

"Oh god, yes..." she whimpered. "Don't stop, Trey... fuck me just like that..."

I pumped harder, faster, every stroke smoother than the last. My hips slapped against her soaked cunt as her arms wrapped around my back, holding me close.

Then it hit her.

Her whole body tensed. Her back arched. Her pussy clenched so hard around my cock it nearly made me cum right then.

She let out a low, guttural groan--deep and primal. Not human. It was raw. Animal. Like something had been living inside her for years and I'd just ripped it loose.

"Holy fuck," I gasped. "Are you--?"

She cut me off with a strangled cry, clinging to me like she was drowning. Her legs locked around my hips, her arms wrapped tight around my shoulders. Her cunt spasmed around my cock again and again, every clench milking me, pulling me deeper.

Her groaning intensified, "Uhhhhhhhh... gouuuuuuuu... euuuuuuuuhhh!"

I had never heard that sound before out of a woman. She sounded like an animal.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth slack and gasping. She shook under me, her whole body trembling as the orgasm kept going. She was cumming so hard I thought she might pass out right then.

"Oh fuck, Mrs. T... fuck..." I grunted, trying to hold it back.

But I couldn't.

Her pussy was too tight. Too hot. Too perfect.

I slammed into her, harder and deeper, gritting my teeth as the orgasm ripped through me. My cock throbbed once, twice--and then exploded.

Thick pulses of cum flooded her pussy, deep and heavy. I held her tight, pumping through it, every shot filling her, coating her walls, mixing with her juices. I moaned into her neck, shaking as I kept thrusting, emptying everything I had.

When I finally slowed, panting and twitching inside her, I felt her arms go slack. Her head dropped to the side, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.

"Mrs. T?"

Nothing.

Her body still clung to me like a vice, my cum leaking out of her stretched pussy, her skin flushed and damp with sweat.

She stirred beneath me, her lashes fluttering, a soft sound slipping from her throat as her breath caught. I held still, my cock still buried deep inside her, her legs still wrapped around my waist.

Her eyes opened slowly, dazed, then focused on me.

"Mrs. T...?" I said softly, brushing her damp hair away from her forehead.

She blinked, then smiled--slow, warm, completely fucked-out. "Mmm... I'm okay, baby. I'm okay."

"You, okay?" I whispered, still breathless. "I thought you--"

She lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, her fingers trembling slightly. "I've never... Trey, I've never cum like that in my life. You fucked something out of me. That was unreal. I have never cum so hard, I didn't even know it was possible to cum this hard."

Her pussy twitched around me as she said it, like her body was still responding to what we'd just done. I was still hard inside her--still pulsing gently, her heat wrapping around me like a glove.

She looked down, then back up at me with a lazy grin. "Still hard, huh?"

"I don't want to pull out," I said honestly. "Feels too good."

"Then don't," she murmured. "Just... kiss me."

I lowered my head and kissed her, soft at first, then deeper. Our mouths moved slowly, sensually, still connected everywhere. My cock twitched inside her again, and she moaned into the kiss, hips giving the faintest roll.

We broke apart, foreheads touching, both of us panting lightly.

"I can feel your cum inside me," she whispered. "Still warm. Still deep."

I groaned. "I never came like that before. I filled you up..."

She smiled proudly. "You sure as hell did. I felt every drop."

I finally, reluctantly, pulled my hips back. Her pussy clung to me, like it didn't want to let go. My cock slid out slowly, wet and slick, a thick string of cum stretching between us as the head popped free.

Her pussy gaped slightly, still wide from the stretch of my shaft. My eyes were locked on it--raw, red, wet, twitching. Cum pooled just inside, glistening around her swollen lips. I watched, mesmerized, as her pussy began to slowly clench, muscles tightening, pulling shut inch by inch.

It was like watching a mouth close.

The last drops of cum disappeared inside her as she sealed tight.

"Holy shit," I whispered. "You just... sucked it all in."

She let her legs fall open slightly, her voice smug and breathy. "Told you. Snapper."

I stared at her glistening, freshly used pussy, still pulsing from the aftermath. It looked like it had just been wrecked... and yet it was already tightening back up like she'd never been touched.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

She smiled up at me, her eyes still glassy with pleasure. "It's yours whenever you want it, baby. Just say the word."

We got cleaned up and dressed. She drove me home, the ride was pretty quiet, but that's because we were both exhausted and satisfied. When she pulled into the driveway of my house, I leaned across the console to kiss her and she stopped me.

"Do you have a ring camera?" She asked.

"Oh shit! Yeah!" I said.

"Your parents would not like to see you kissing me on their ring camera. This is what I mean about being careful. You have to act like you are James Bond now."

"Okay, Pussy Galore, I will see you later." I said.