Friday

Avery woke with a soft, satisfied ache between his legs. He stretched under the covers, cock already half-hard against his stomach, and smiled. The memory of Laura’s and Sophia’s thick cocks stretching him open the night before still lingered in his body. He liked the feeling.

He showered slowly, soaping every inch of his smooth skin, paying extra attention to his sensitive nipples and the still-tender rim of his hole. When he finished he chose his outfit with care: a short white skirt that barely covered the lower curve of his ass, a tight pink crop top that left his midriff bare, and matching thigh-high stockings. No panties. The cool air against his bare cock made him shiver with anticipation.

Downstairs Martha was already in the kitchen. The apron did nothing to hide the heavy outline of her cock. She looked up when he walked in and her eyes immediately dropped to his bare thighs and the way the short skirt hugged his ass.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Her voice was a little rougher than usual.

“Morning, Mom.” Avery poured himself juice and sat down, deliberately spreading his legs so the skirt rode higher. He watched her cock twitch under the fabric.

Martha set a plate in front of him. Her hand rested on his shoulder, then slid down his back until her fingers brushed the top of his ass. She didn’t pull away.

“Don’t forget the party tonight,” she said. “We leave at six-thirty. Wear something nice… but not too covered up.”

Avery looked up at her with a soft, almost shy smile that didn’t match the heat in his eyes. “Whatever you want, Mom.”

Her cock visibly hardened. She cleared her throat and turned back to the stove.

The drive to college was quiet but charged. Martha’s hand stayed high on his thigh the entire way, fingers occasionally slipping under the hem of his skirt to stroke the soft skin near his bare cock. Avery didn’t stop her. Instead he opened his legs wider and shifted his hips so her fingers brushed against his shaft. She sucked in a sharp breath but kept driving.

At campus Ethan and Lucas were waiting. Both boys stared openly at the way Avery’s ass moved under the short skirt.

“You’re looking dangerous today,” Ethan said with a grin.

Avery just smiled and swayed his hips a little more as they walked.

Classes dragged. Every time a girl walked past him in the hallway her eyes locked on his ass. A few “accidentally” brushed against him, their hard cocks pressing against his hip for a second too long. Avery never pulled away.

Once he even leaned back into the contact, letting a tall redhead feel the soft give of his ass against her bulge before she forced herself to keep walking.

In English, Professor Evelyn’s gaze never left him for long. When the final bell rang she called him to her desk in a calm, professional voice.

“My office. Now.”

Avery followed her without a word. The moment the door locked behind them she turned, but Avery was already moving. He stepped into her space, pressed his body against hers, and reached down to squeeze the thick outline of her cock through her skirt.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, Professor,” he whispered, voice soft and filthy at the same time. “About your cock stretching me open again.”

Evelyn’s breath hitched. Avery didn’t wait. He dropped to his knees, yanked her skirt and underwear down in one motion, and took her already-hardening eleven-inch cock into his mouth. He sucked greedily, tongue working the underside, throat relaxing as he pushed forward until his nose pressed against her stomach. The bulge in his throat was visible.

“Fuck—Avery—” she groaned, hands flying to his hair.

He pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to her cock. “Use me,” he said, looking up at her with flushed cheeks and shiny lips. “Please. I want it rough.”

Evelyn didn’t need more encouragement. She pulled him up, bent him over the desk, and shoved his skirt up over his hips. The sight of his bare, slightly puffy hole made her cock jump. She spat on her fingers, pushed two inside him without warning, and scissored them open. Avery moaned loudly and pushed back onto her hand.

“Already soft for me,” she growled. “What a good little slut.”

“Only for you right now, Mommy,” Avery panted, grinding back. “Please put it in. I need it.”

She lined up and slammed forward in one thrust, burying all eleven inches inside him. Avery cried out in pure pleasure, cock leaking onto the desk. Evelyn set a hard, deep pace immediately, hips slapping against his soft ass, the sound wet and filthy. Avery met every thrust, fucking himself back onto her cock, moaning openly.

“Harder—please—use my hole—” he begged between gasps.

Evelyn reached around, wrapped her hand around his smaller cock, and stroked him in time with her thrusts. It didn’t take long. Avery came with a broken moan, painting the desk while his hole clenched rhythmically around her. The tight pulsing pulled Evelyn over the edge. She buried herself to the hilt and flooded him with thick, hot cum, grinding deep until every drop was inside.

She stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. Avery’s hole stayed open for a few seconds, cum already starting to leak down his thighs. He turned, dropped back to his knees, and cleaned her cock thoroughly with his tongue, sucking the last of her cum from the head before standing up.

“Tomorrow after class?” he asked, voice still a little breathy, eyes bright.

Evelyn cupped his face and kissed him deeply. “Tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

Avery left her office with a soft smile and a full, dripping ass. He took the subway home, standing near the doors so no one could press too close. A few women still stared, but the strict laws kept them from doing more than looking.

He unlocked the front door just after five. Martha was already home, sitting at the kitchen table in a sleek black dress that hugged every curve and did nothing to hide the heavy bulge of her cock. Her eyes immediately dropped to the short white skirt and the faint wet spot on the back of it.

Avery walked over and stood between her legs. He rested his hands lightly on her shoulders and leaned in close, voice soft and teasing.

“You’re staring, Mom.”

Martha’s hands settled on his hips, squeezing the soft flesh. For a moment it looked like she might pull him down onto her lap right there. Instead she forced herself to let go, though her fingers lingered.

“Upstairs. Now. Before I forget we have somewhere to be.”