ACT 2: Endowed Evenings

The tour took quite awhile considering how large the house was. Natalie kept making an excuse to be as close to him as possible, but it didn't bother him that much after a while. She talked to him as if nothing happened back in the kitchen about an hour ago. She finished the tour at the guest room on the 2nd floor where Adrian would probably spend the night. It was almost the same as he remembered, with one exception, it was neat and clean, not like the half-destroyed bedroom it was from the days he and Slater used to break shit and make a mess. A guest bedroom complete with its own bathroom and a whirlpool. It was nice.

"You need anything else from me, sweetheart?" She asked him gently, leaning against his body as they both stood at the door of the guest bedroom.

"I don't think so Mrs. Walachowki, I think I'm going to get a nap in. It was a pretty crazy drive here, and I'm a bit exhausted. Slater might arrive later tonight so..."

"Natalie, honey."

"Oh yeah, sorry, right, Natalie."

The woman raised herself up and patted the handsome young boy on the cheek, a warm smile on her face. "So, I'm going to see my friends for a couple of hours. Are you okay on your own here? Are you going to be alright?"

"Of course, I'll be fine Mrs. Wala -- Natalie! I know where the fridge is, heh." He chuckled.

"I'll leave you to it then." She stepped back with a little stagger.

The trip through the house had worn her out. She wasn't that drunk earlier, but now she looked like it. Maybe it didn't take much for her. Adrian watched her walk away, only letting out a little breath of relief once she was out of the sight. Jesus, why would she do that earlier? Was she lonely? Damn, poor Mrs. Wala- er, Natalie.

When she disappeared at the end of the hallway, he turned around into the bedroom to the en-suite, preparing to shower. He tried not thinking about his friend's mother, but couldn't stop thinking about her body and the way she casually flirted with him, there weren't any girls at the college that talked to him like that ever. As he showered, Adrian noticed he developed a bit of a hard-on, no doubt caused by thinking of his friend's sultry mother. "Damn it, I can't get hard for Slater's mom!" Adrian thought quickly, and recalls a moment his friend once gave him advice on how to get rid of an erection fast, something he had to learn when he was about to give presentations in class. "Think something gay bro!" Slater once said. It didn't have to be very gay, just enough for Adrian to feel unaroused and grossed out. He thought of anything that turned him off. It seemed to work. Adrian did not want to be aroused by thinking of Natalie. After he dried off, he decided to get his nap in.

A few hours passed, it was about 6:00PM now. As Adrian got out of bed he decided to open the curtains to his room to let in some natural light. His room overlooked their outdoor pool. Mrs. Walachowski, uh, Natalie, was out there in a blue two piece. She wore sunglasses, and from the way her arms draped over her lounge chair and her shoulders had lost the tension, was sleeping. Oh Jesus. What the hell is she wearing? Her swimwear was so risque. Fucking hell. Was she for real? One wrong move and her knockers would be all out, they were barely contained as it was. He saw her shuffle a bit and raise her sunglasses. Oh shit, she wasn't sleeping. She looked up and saw him at the window gawking. Her eyes locked onto his and her mouth seemed to say, "Hi, hon! You can come down here if you'd like."

He averted his eyes to a crack in the plaster wall to his right instead, "Hoh- Holy Christ!" He quickly closed the drapes again. At the very least he should go down and explain to her he wasn't a perv.
After coming down the stairs to meet her, and passing the kitchen and the dining room, he finally made it out to the glass doors which lead to the deck of the pool area. Natalie was still sitting in the same spot in her chair, lying lazily, her eyes closed behind her shades and her arms around the edges of the chair. In the same small, blue bikini. Smiling when she heard his footsteps approach. "How are you doing, Adrian?"

"Look, I'm so sorry about that, I wasn't like, uh, staring that sort of way. Honest. Not in a perverted way." Adrian's voice cracked as he tried to defend himself, he scratched his neck.
"Why the hell are you apologizing?"

She peeled off her shades and was standing now. "I wanted you to watch, You think I'd wear something like this if I didn't want you to have a look?" She took her hands and grabbed her breasts, lifted them and made them jiggle, as if she was trying to pop herself out of the top of her swimsuit. They were soft, firm, and big. Adrian's gaze was hypnotized, and even under the bright afternoon sun he could see the areola of her sizable, buoyant, breasts, poking out above the blue fabric. As if some Hod sent a gift. Before he knew what was happening, he felt Natalie take his hands and place them right where her own had just been. As if on instinct, they began to gently squeeze.

They were so squishy and soft. It felt surreal. Adrian could see her face and her grin. "Mrs. Wa-- Natalie, what are we doing? Do you want to- uhh-" Before Adrian could finish, Natalie moved her hands down to his belt and started tugging. Unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, she ran her soft hands along his boxers, which did poorly to conceal his hardness. She began rubbing her fingers up and down his bulge. "Yeah, I do, silly boy. Do you?" She whispered.

"Umm, shouldn't you know. I, umm, sort of don't think I should..." Adrian stammered. He wanted it, a part of him did.

"Ssssssh. Don't. Just enjoy the moment." Natalie unsheathed his cock from his underwear and let out a gleeful, aroused gasp. Adrian's entire length was freed, and although not huge, was well above average in length and girth. Adrian became redder as he realized his friend's mom's face was very close to his groin. She was looking up to him with her bright blue eyes. A flicker in her grin, and she placed her glossy lips on the head, then started moving them back and forth on the foreskin slowly, before swirling her pink tongue around the crown, giving the head some moist kisses and gentle licks.

"Ohhmygod, Mrs. Wa-Natlie, Natalie, I'm sorry but that is so wrong, wrong I tell you."

She only maintained her hypnotic stare, and proceeded to move towards a bobbing motion. Sinking her head further down his rod, Adrian was amazed at how much she could put in her mouth. Then his whole cock was sheathed in Natalie's warm mouth. "Jesus Christ, Natalie, Natalie, your mouth, fuck, damn!" He grabbed her head to stop her, but found himself helping her instead. It had been so long, he couldn't even remember the last time a woman did this to him. Had Slater's mother always been this talented at giving oral? God, no, this was filthy and perverted, he shouldn't be allowed to do this. Yet, it felt amazing, not just her technique, her mouth was so soft and wet. "Look, Natalie, it's not right, I shouldn't- should we- shouldn't you and I, fuck, why does it have to feel so good!"

Natalie sped up and slowed down at the right moments, and it was making it increasingly hard for Adrian to think. Instead he just stared as her head bobbed up and down, her tanned breasts moving below the fabric of her bikini top. She wasn't chubby in any way, but with each bob of her head, every soft curve of her body had a sexy jiggle to it. Whoever said cellulite wasn't sexy obviously never got laid by a MILF. His hand that remained on her right breast began to shift, brushing through her cleavage and her side boob, moving down her waist. She looked up, smiling and gagged, continuing to keep eye contact as he watched her work in awe.

"Agh!" Adrian could only make a short grunt sound as he knew what was about to happen. His cock began to twitch and there was a tightness in his balls. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Her tits, her face, holy crap, how could he be this lucky? "My god Natalie, stop, you should-"
But he couldn't hold it anymore, shooting his first spurt right into her mouth. She didn't back off, but instead began sucking as if she was pumping him for seed, collecting it in her mouth. His second shot filled her cheek, and then another and another, and on his fifth spurt, semen began to slowly leak out of the corner of her lips, and some managed to dribble on her cheek and the side of her face. This still didn't stop her from milking his cock, her cheeks still audibly slurping. It looked like she was trying to get as much in her mouth.
After one more small pump, Adrian groaned and suddenly emptied nothing else.

The sloppy mess leaking out of her mouth was not an attractive sight, yet he could not look away. She smilled at him, some cum escaping from her pouty lips. She opened her mouth and showed him how much sperm he pooled into her oriface before closing her lips and swallowing. He saw her throat bulge slightly. It was the sexiest thing he ever witnessed. So much so, his member let out another short rope and it landed right on Natalie's nose. Adrian swore he saw it run into her nostril. She closed her eyes and let it happen. That was disgusting. That was alluring. Natalie was breathing heavily, her pink tongue licking some of the droplets around her lips.

Adrian lost balance and had to prop himself up against the patio lounge chair.

"Mmmm, well wasn't that exciting, sweetie?" She exhaled and asked him with a coy smile. She got up, and despite the mess all over her face she, swayed her hips and sauntered away like a glamor model leaving a red carpet, before getting into the pool, leaving Adrian still dazed from his sex-perience. Adrian watched as her round ass gracefully dropped into the water.

"Oh God, I'm a pervert." Adrian thought.