Oral Free Use - but...

Let's get something out of the way first. I'm a loser. And not just any loser -- a comprehensive loser. My family has always been poor. My mom died when I was little, and my dad remarried, to a woman who does not like me at all. Now, my dad is a great guy -- though a bit of a wimp and a loser like me -- and so this isn't as bad as you might be imagining. Still, home life isn't great.

I'm a classic nerd as well. Slightly overweight, not athletic, no friend group. In fact the opposite, in that I have a long-time bully (mainly Mike Morenci, but through his influence, a larger group) at school. Mike is rich, well-connected, and loved by all; once I tried to stand up to him, and the principal listened to Mike's mom over me and took his side. I was the one who ended up in detention, and who was **** to apologize, not Mike.

Pretty much the only area I'm not a total loser is my cock. It's not huge, but at least it isn't tiny. Not that I thought any woman would ever see it. The girls at my school were allergic to me.

At the beginning, of course, I didn't know about the curse. I was just a normal guy who had just had his 18th birthday -- August 17th, to be exact. My best and only friend, Justin Anderson, was my same age but a lot smarter than me, and had left for college a year early. I was bummed since I didn't really have any other friends in the small midwestern town we both grew up in, a sort of satellite town of a larger university town an hour up the road.

Eighteen hit like a wet blanket. Justin gone, no friends, no girlfriend (as if!), and my summer job already wrapped up and done in preparation for my senior year of high school. Nothing to do.

I was walking to the convenience store to get a coke one day, glumly following my usual route past Justin's house, when his mom came outside.

"Jason!" she yelled from her front door. "Come here for a minute!"

Let me tell you about Amanda Anderson -- in brief, she's hot. To be a bit more verbose, she has medium-length, curly blonde hair and a very pretty face. She's petite -- probably just 5'1" -- and has small breasts, but make up for her lack of endowment by being an extremely fit athlete. Once I saw her abs at the pool and I thought about them for months.

I walked to the front door. "What's up, Mrs. Anderson?" I asked.

"Come inside," she said. "I have something I want to ask you."

I followed her in the house and as I shut the door behind me, she turned to me and blurted, "Can I suck your cock?"

I was stunned. Mrs. Anderson was definitely sexy, and like I said, I'd often thought about her that way. But at the same time, I knew she was a devoted wife and mother. Her relationship with Mr. Anderson, unlike the one my parents had, seemed rock solid.

"Uh..." I said.

She knelt in front of me, there on the hard, cold tile floor of the foyer, and reached up for my zipper.

"Mrs. Anderson!" I exclaimed. "What about your husband?" I backed away, but my escape was blocked by the door just behind me.

She scooted forward on her knees, looking up at my face. Her beautiful face was framed with her blonde hair. Lovely. "Oh, him? He won't mind, believe me," she stated simply. Almost casually. Then she managed to unzip my pants and pull them down, along with my underwear. My cock, already erect, sprang out.

"Ooooh," she cooed. "It's just as good as I'd imagined." She leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth, and started sucking.

I was in heaven. I had never had sex of any kind before, and here I was, getting my cock sucked by the hottest MILF in my neighborhood. Later I was to discover that Mrs. Anderson was a mediocre cocksucker -- she was a hard worker but didn't have genuinely excellent skills. But I didn't know that yet, instead I felt pure bliss.

After a minute of sucking, she reached back and pulled out her phone, and in what was to prove to be a hallmark of my encounters, she took a selfie with my cock lodged deep in her mouth. I found it incredibly hot to see her be so willing to record proof that she'd sucked me off.

Once she'd taken a photo, she resumed sucking my cock. Mrs. Anderson was a hands-free cocksucker, and she reached up and grabbed the pockets of my jeans while she sucked. I didn't know what to do with my own hands, so I just leaned back against the door and pressed my palms to it.

She moved her head back and forth on my cock, mostly focusing on the head. She didn't really try to take it all the way, just pausing when my cock got deep in her mouth, and then pulling off. It felt great. After a couple more minutes of sucking, I felt my orgasm building. "Oh God!" I said. "Mrs. Anderson! I'm going to ..." and here, without any further warning, I came in her mouth.

Spurt after spurt of my cum left my cock for the warm confines of her mouth. I looked down and Mrs. Anderson, her face flushed, her nostrils slightly flared, swallowed it as it came.

Spent, I sagged against the door. She sucked my cock gently for a short time and then suddenly pulled off. "Look at the time! I've got to be going!" She got up, pulled up my pants, hustled me out the door, and went to her car.