Manchild

I've grown up in a small town (population 20,000 or so). There are both good and bad things about that, but ultimately it is what it is: I didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. I had graduated high school 4 days ago, and my 18th birthday had been a week before graduation, so I had two reasons to be feeling good. Come fall, I would be attending the local college one town over, but I would be taking my classes online: I just didn't feel like leaving my comfortable space. In the meantime, I was planning to just chill and enjoy the summer.

It was a pleasant morning as I walked into the grocery store at 10:04 a. m. I picked out a candy bar and went through the self-checkout. As I was standing around outside, scarfing down the bar, I saw Martha, the mother of one of my fellow high school graduates, emerge from the store, struggling to carry about six bags worth of stuff. She didn't head for the parking lot: she turned towards the sidewalk. Was she really planning on walking all that stuff home?

I stepped over to her. "Need some help?"

She smiled at me. "Thanks, Jimmy." I took four of the bags from her, and started walking with her towards her house, which was about a ten-minute walk away. "My car's in the shop today, and I didn't realize quite how much stuff this would be."

"Glad to help, Martha," I replied. We chatted pleasantly on the way back to her place. I'm no athlete, but I'm tall, toned and have short red hair and what the girls at the school called a ruggedly handsome face, which I keep clean-shaven. Martha was six inches shorter than me, and her frame had filled out over the years. When I first met her, back when her son and I were both six years old, she had been a trim brunette. Now some salt was starting to creep into her hair and she had a plump chest, a thicc body and a soft, round butt. I happen to like women who have some meat on their bones, and I think she caught me stealing a glance or two at her. I definitely caught her stealing several glances at me.

We got to her house, and she asked me to come inside and help her put the groceries away. "My husband is at work all day, and as you know because he's your friend, my son has already moved out to the next town, gotten a job at the college and they're giving him free room and board as long as he stays a full-time student." I accepted, and she locked the front door behind us. While putting things away, she deliberately bent over and stuck her ass, covered by a very short skirt, practically up against me. I could see that she was wearing white panties. She also leaned forward so I could look down her shirt and see her bra-covered chest. I made sure to brush against her a time or two, so she could feel my hard cock through my jeans. The groceries were put away in a few minutes.

"Let's not waste more time," she giggled. "Come to the bedroom with me."

After pit stops, we headed for the master bedroom, hastily removed our clothes, and climbed onto the bed. Martha pulled me in for a long lover's kiss. After we broke for air, she asked if it was my first time. "In a bed, yes," I explained. "At the graduation party one of the young ladies dragged me into a closet, bent over, lifted her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties, and I stuck it in, fucked her hard, pulled out at the last instant and blasted cum on her butt. It was the first time for both of us."

"Beds are much more comfortable," Martha giggled. "You can take your time." With that, she directed me to kiss down from her lips. I did so, moving slowly to her neck. She made little squeals when I kissed the part of her neck near her shoulder. I moved across and found that the other side of her neck was just as sensitive. When I kissed down towards her chest, it looked huge up close. "E-cups," Martha said, reading my mind. I softly groped them with my hands as I kissed tentatively through her cleavage. Martha gave me a smile, and I moved my lips up to her nipple. She nodded, and I began suckling, switching between her breasts every minute or so -- that way they both got attention. Her breathing deepened. I suckled with more intensity. Martha began shivering. I wrapped my arms around her, groping her big, soft butt. She moaned and wrapped her arms around my head, securing it in place. I licked and teased her big nipple with my tongue, and she gasped. I flickered my tongue across it, and her entire body shuddered as she let out a lustful screech.

"I haven't cum just from having my tits sucked in a long time," she said. "That was... amazing."

She produced four silk scarves and tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving me spread and exposed. "My turn to make you cum," she grinned.

She got between my legs and gently rubbed my balls until my cock was fully hard. "When I was in college, and used to party, I loved sucking on a cock until I would make it cum down my throat," she grinned. "Having your hot young body in my bed is making me feel like a college girl again."

"I'm glad," I replied. Then she started kissing the tip of my cock, and I made soft moans of pleasure. She stuck out her tongue and licked all around the head, continuing to gently rub my balls. Then she opened her mouth and slid her lips around my rod. I shivered as she sucked and licked the bulb. Her mouth opened wider and she took most of my shaft in, sliding her tongue up and down along it. I started panting with excitement. She slid her head all the way down and opened her throat to accommodate the head of my cock. My thighs tensed and my pole twitched and pulsed. She lashed her tongue vigorously up and down and massaged my balls with greater force. With a gasp, I started blasting jets of cum into her eager throat. She sealed her lips around the base of my dick and swallowed every drop before lifting her head up.

I lay still and spent. She untied my limbs and pulled me against her, placing my head between her massive orbs. I dropped into a doze.

When I woke, she climbed off the bed and bade me to follow her to the kitchen. We each had a sandwich. The wall clock read 12:57.

"I want more of you," she grinned. As she walked in front of me back to the bedroom, she jiggled her naked, juicy ass at me. "See something you like, stud?"

"Yes, I do."

She giggled. When we got back to the bedroom, after making pit stops, she again bound me to the bed. Then she positioned herself so she could lower her plump butt towards my face.

"Is the view even better from up close?"

"Yes, it is."

She shifted her position slightly. "Stick out your tongue," she told me. I did, and she began sliding her pussy lips along it. I noticed a small nub seem to pop up and gave it an experimental lick.

"Good boy. That's called a clitoris, clit for short. Keep licking it."

"Yes'm." I continued licking the nub, and her body started shivering. She positioned herself so I could easily tongue her. I could see her thighs visibly tense and heard her making soft moans. I began moving my tongue in a circle around the nub. She gasped with excitement. I tongued her more firmly and she shuddered. She shifted her position so my tongue was between her pussy lips. She was very wet. I lapped up her leaking juices. She clamped her thighs around my skull and trembled. I swirled my tongue around, and she let out a lust-filled screech. Her honey flooded my face.

She lifted herself up. "Great job. You made me cum by eating out my pussy. Now I want your cock inside me. After my husband and I had Ken, I got my tubes tied and he got snipped -- one is plenty." She repositioned her body and lowered her pussy onto my already hard dick. "I do love how quickly young men recover. In college, I could take a frat boy home at 9 p. m. and make him cum three times by 2 a. m."

"So, you want me to cum inside you?"

"I'm going to ride you until I make you cum inside me, handsome."

I nodded. That sounded good to me. Martha placed her hands on my chest for balance and began slowly sliding up and down on my pole. I lay still, enjoying the feel of her pussy around my dick. She gradually built a smooth rhythm. I began instinctively moving my hips to match her. She shivered through an orgasm, then resumed her pace. Now every time she slid down, she gave my cock a squeeze with her internal muscles. I let out soft moans. She sped her movements and began squeezing my rod a bit harder.

"I love how your dick starts twitching and throbbing as you get close," she purred. I merely gasped in reply, as I could feel the cum rapidly building up in my balls. Martha locked her legs around my hips and squeezed with more intensity. I shuddered and my body tensed. She continued to ride me.

"Go ahead, boy," she murmured huskily. "Cum for mama. Fill me with your hot, sticky juice."

I gasped as my cock began squirting. She expertly milked my balls completely dry with her skilled pussy. When my cock started softening, she climbed off me and unbound me.

"Good boy," she whispered. She held me against her soft body. I dropped into a doze.

When I woke, she and I climbed out of the bed and got dressed. "You'd better go out the back when you leave," she said. "Don't want the neighbors being nosy."

"I wouldn't mind doing this again," I told her.

"I'd like that a lot," she replied. "But I don't want it to be a case of sneaking around. I want to be able to see you openly." She frowned for a moment, then it was like a lightbulb going off above her head. "I think tonight I'll have a chat with my husband. I know he's been wanting to fuck his hot young secretary. Maybe we can work out a deal."