Look At Her

Sputtering and coughing, she pulled off slowly while looking up at me with bleary eyes. And that's when I saw it. Her belly was bloated with all the cum. She licked her lips and moaned with closed eyes while I pulled up my pants. I guess my test worked.

Suddenly she grabbed my cock through my pants. How was I still so hard?

"Please, don't leave me. Not yet", from her eyes, it looked more like she was talking to my cock, not me.

Backing off, "Look, I gotta get home. But give me your number, and I'll call you".

"You already have it, stud", she says, getting out of the car. She gives me a deep kiss, her tongue dancing around mine before sucking on it. I'm left stunned and she cups my balls, "Keep more in the tank for me."

I watched her saunter off, and oddly enough I did feel like I was going to have plenty in the tank. I get home and unload my groceries, spotting Mrs. Lawrence on her front porch. I wave hello, and walk over.

"Ready to get it?" She asks.

"Absolutely!"

With a bit of hefty, the surprisingly heavy box is inside. Her home is older, and she's done little to change this. Wooden floors, tasteful paintings on most walls, and antiques. The box, she explained, was a rack for her backyard, which also sports a garden.

"So, are you wearing new cologne? Because you smell…" she stepped closer, and I saw an increasingly familiar look in her eyes, "incredible"

I tried to flirt, "No, ma'am, I just have that effect on-"

I didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence because she lifted her beer bottle to her lips. Well, she didn't necessarily just lift it. She swallowed the last bit, and seemed to suck on the tip of the bottle, making her full lips seem that much moreso. Then she ran her tongue around it as she made eye contact.

I got the message.

I reached for my pants, but she grabbed my hand and began leading me upstairs, "Not yet, baby boy."

Once there, she had me lay down. She straddled me, grinding against me while she lifted her sundress. Even through my pants I could feel how wet she was, and even if she couldn't feel how hard I was, she could see the growing spot from my precum. God that's so much more than before.

She leaned forward, letting me feel her large breasts weigh on me. We performed the great shimmying of pants to reveal my turgid cock, and she ran a finger up my cum gutter before putting it in her mouth, cleaning that finger. Her breathing became even faster and she angled the tip of my rod with her wet snatch.

I began easing it in, but she grabbed my shoulders and slammed down. I moaned and she screamed with pleasure. Since she was controlling most of the rhythm, I made sure to cover her dark skin in my kisses, especially her tits. It wasn't hard keeping a nipple in my mouth, even with her movements, but it was difficult to start focused with her massaging my balls.

"Mrs. Lawrence I'm gonna-" I tried to warn her

"Shut up and fuck-" she emphasized with a thrust "-your-" thrust "-Mommy-!"

What choice did I have?