Mrs. Johnson

I barely got my raging hard on under control. I was this close to blowing too! Now I had to stuff my throbbing member down my pants and walk over to the door. Whoever this was, was going to get an earful of pissed off John. However, as I stood in the doorway, the one woman I had been fantasizing about was back again, standing just outside my door.

I froze in shock, panic, and fear. Did she know I was jerking off to her? Could she hear me? But I didn't say anything. Why would she be back again? I had no money to give her.

Before I could utter a word, Mrs. Johnson's voice sent a shiver down my spine, in both a good way, and a bad way.

"Oh my dear~! Look at you all exhausted and sweaty. That's no good. Come come, get yourself in the shower, you have your last week of high school right? Hurry up!"

I could only back up as Mrs. Johnson entered my one bedroom apartment on her own and looked around with a frown. However, the frown was not in disgust, it was in disbelief.

"You live like this?! No. Out of the question. You are coming to my apartment right this instant. I have a better shower and I can make you a decent breakfast."

Before I could move, Mrs. Johnson grabbed my arm and forcibly dragged me out of my apartment and down the hall to the elevator. I was in shock for a few moments before I came to my senses.

"Mrs. Johnson! What is the meaning of this? You can't just drag me out of my apartment. Even if I am late on rent, that gives you no right to-"

"-Hush now! I won't hear another word from you! You let yourself fall to such a state, just look at you! Oh! Just look at you. I see. I will have more to take care of this morning. You are a growing man after all. Don't worry about your rent, I wont ask you for a scent. In fact, you will be moving into my apartment for the foreseeable future until I have found you a proper place to live."

The way Mrs. Johnson was speaking was so demanding, so in control, and so final, that I couldn't understand what was going on and actually go into the elevator with her. What's more, I noticed when she stared at my swollen member in my pants. The fact that I was still hard, even after all this made me think that I was some kind of masochist or something. Those thoughts ran through my head before I noticed Mrs. Johnson type in her code for her floor of the elevator now that we were here on her floor. The top floor was all her's and her husbands.

It was large, massive compared to my place, a living room with couches, a fireplace, and a large TV sat in the center, with a large eat in kitchen, dinning room, and even a wet bar to the left. To the right was a hallway which I assumed were bedrooms. Pulled along by the Amazonian woman, I felt myself helpless to resist as my throbbing member left me horny, while also confused, but horny was winning.

Mrs. Johnson dragged me over to the hallway where I found myself in a bathroom bigger than my apartment. The large tub, massive 4 person shower, and double sinks all covered in marble showed wealth. My larger head finally had a moment to think when she let go of my arm.

"Mrs. Johnson! I don't know what's going on! Why did you bring me heEERRREE!!"

I quickly averted my gaze away from her topless body, afraid of getting slapped again. However, two strong hands grabbed my own and pulled my hands until they were absorbed by bouncy flesh. I gawked in awe at the feeling and once more my throbbing cock took over any thought I might have had running.

"First, I will be taking care of that erection of yours. I know how much you like my funbags. I've seen you staring more than enough times. Once I relieve the presser of your cock, I will wash you thoroughly and then dry you before washing your clothes. I will have some new ones delivered as your current clothing is unacceptable for such a handsome young man. Now sit and let me take care of you."