Pleasure overdose -Blink

"We're just getting started, sweetheart."

Amelia blinked her heavy eyelids. "Geez, Samuel, what do you mean? I don't think my legs can even hold me up right now."

"A good slut doesn't need her legs to stand," Samuel chuckled, his rough hands gripping her plump thighs and pushing them even wider apart. "She just needs them open."

Before Amelia could protest, Samuel took a step back, dragging her hips right to the very edge of the kitchen slab. He leaned down. Suddenly, the curly, golden hairs of Amelia's crotch brushed against his chin.

Amelia gasped, her eyes flying wide open. "Oh my! Samuel! What are you doing down there?"

"Giving you another massage," Samuel smirked. He dragged his tongue which still had a taste of her saliva, directly up her wet slit.

Amelia let out a melodic squeal. Her hands flying back to brace herself against the cabinets. "Ahhh! Oh gosh! Samuel, wait! That's... oh heavens, that's so dirty!"

"I don't mind being a little dirty for you" Samuel consoled while tugging at her left nipple with one hand. "Moan for me bitch, it shows you're enjoying it."

"Mmm... aahh... oh my.. mphh!" she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his graying hair.

Samuel relentlessly worked her folds. This was not the fast violent fingering he had done earlier. He was very patient in pleasuring her. Trying to find out her sweet spots, he only increased his pace when she was about to climax.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" he teased, his thumb casually drifting from her vaginal opening down toward her tight, puckered asshole. He pressed firmly against the small knot of sensitive nerves.

"Wait! Eep! Samuel, no!" she panicked, trying to squirm away from the invasive touch. "That's the wrong h-! Oh my god! Samuel! That's... no!"

"Relax, Amelia," Samuel commanded, keeping her firmly in place with the support of his own body. "A deep massage requires hitting all the pressure points. Just let me take care of you."

He pressed a single, saliva-slicked finger just past her tight sphincter. Amelia gasped sharply, her body tensing, but the overwhelming pleasure from his tongue lapping at her clit completely scrambled her defenses. She melted back onto the counter, her sweet voice breaking into breathless whimpers.

"Oh... oh my... it feels so strange... but also...!" she moaned, not understanding this new feeling which resonated in her chest..

Suddenly, a bright, cheerful pop melody shattered the heavy, erotic atmosphere. Amelia's cell phone was ringing from the pocket of her discarded denim shorts on the floor.

Amelia’s eyes snapped open. "My... hah.. Samuel, my phone! Gosh, someone is calling!"

Samuel raised his hand and lightly slapped her thigh. "Ignore it, bitch. Your massage isn't over." Although he said that, he moved a step back a little.

"But... what if it's Marcus?" she gasped, her maternal and wifely instincts fighting through the fog of lust.

Samuel also agreed internally and leaned down to pick it up. "Alright bitch, don't say you're still here. Say you're-" he paused, looking at the screen.

"Oh it's your son.... you can let it ring." Samuel said releasing a relaxed breath, putting the phone right beside her thigh.

"I can't!" Amelia pleaded, her tender heart aching at the thought of ignoring her son. "He's home from college! He'll worry if his mother doesn't pick up!"

Samuel’s eyes danced with wicked amusement. If she wants to play mother while being a whore, and since it's not Marcus. Let's see how well she handles it.

"Alright, bitch.. swipe it" After Amelia unlocked her phone, Samuel clicked on the accept call button and then on the speaker.

He buried his face back into her crotch, aggressively sucking on her swollen clitoris while simultaneously thrusting his finger into her tight ass.

Amelia’s entire body went rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

"H-Hello? Liam, sweetie?" Amelia practically squeaked, her free hand clamping over her own mouth to muffle a **** moan.

"Hey, Mom," Liam's deep, timid voice echoed through the speaker. "I just got home. The house was locked. Where are you?"

"I... ahh!" Amelia bit her own knuckles. "I'm... oh my... I'm just at a friend's house, honey!"

"A friend's?" Liam sounded genuinely surprised. "We just moved here three days ago. You already made a friend?."

"It's... mmnh... it's just a neighbor!" Amelia lied easily, completely amazed by her own deception. "Samuel! The... the nice old man from across the street! I'm... gosh... I'm helping him with his garden!"

Down below, Samuel let out a muffled chuckle against her wet flesh, increasing the rhythm of his tongue.

"Oh. Okay," Liam said, oblivious to the fact that his perfect, kind mother was currently spread-eagle on a kitchen slab, completely naked. "Well, there's nothing in the fridge for lunch. Did you cook before you left?"

"N-No, sweetie... geez... I forgot!" Amelia panted, glaring down at Samuel, silently begging him to stop, but he just winked at her. "Just... oh heavens... just order some food, okay? Use the emergency cash in the jar! Mommy will be home... ahh... later!"

"Are you okay, Mom? You sound out of breath," Liam asked, a hint of concern in his tone.

"I'm fine!" she shrieked, her inner walls spasming wildly as another climax began to build. "Just... doing some heavy lifting! Bye, sweetie! Love you!"

Amelia ended the call hurriedly, digging her fingers in Samuel's shoulders as a massive orgasm tore through her. "Ahhhhhhh! Samuel!"

"You... you're so careless! What if... Liam heard?" she whimpered.

"But he didn't, right?" Samuel mocked, pulling back to look at her flushed. "And I liked to see a caring mother, talking to her son.."

Samuel gave her a glass of cool water and then after some five minutes, again attacked her folds with renewed vigor. Amelia didn't stand a chance. He made her orgasm two more times, soaking Samuel's face in her sweet juices, until she really couldn't handle anymore pleasure.

Amelia lay completely limp against the countertop, her back resting against the tiled backsplash. Samuel finally stood up, wiping his hand with the dish cloth and then washing up his face in the sink.

Samuel had done his best, now it was time to let her rest for some time. More importantly, his dick was painfully erect, wanting to fulfill it's real purpose. Samuel released a frustrated sigh looking at the limp housewife. He needed to fuck her soon.

"But for now..." he casually clicked some of her nude pictures as she lay in half-conscious state and went to bathroom, adjusting his trousers.

He emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, his face splashed with water and his breathing finally steady

"Alright," Samuel announced casually, buttoning his collar as if nothing had happened. "That's enough massage for one day. From now on, Amelia, we have a new rule."

Amelia blinked, struggling to sit up. "A rule? What is it?"

"If you're really my honest, good slut," Samuel said, brushing a wet strand of golden hair from her face, "then there are no clothes allowed in my house. The second you step through my doors, you're naked. Understand?"

Amelia pouted, her cheeks flushing. "No clothes? But Samuel, what if it gets cold?"

"Then I'll warm you up," he promised, pecking her lips . "Do you agree, or do you still not trust me?"

Her eyes flared instantly. "Oh no, I completely trust you Samuel, you helped me so much, telling me about my hypocrisy and giving me such good massages. I agree, I'll be your naked slut whenever I'm here."

"Good girl. Now, step down from there. I need to fix something to eat."

Amelia looked down at the kitchen slab beneath her. There was a massive, embarrassing puddle of her own fluids completely covering the pristine marble. Her ingrained nature as a dedicated housewife instantly took over.

"Oh my goodness, look at the mess I made," she gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks. "Samuel, I can't leave your kitchen like this! Let me clean it up!"

Despite her absolute exhaustion, Amelia slid off the counter. Completely naked, her heavy breasts swaying with every movement, she found a sponge and some surface cleaner under the sink.

Samuel leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and watching with intense satisfaction as Marcus's beautiful, 36-year-old wife scrubbed his kitchen counters in the nude.

"You know," Amelia hummed sweetly as she wiped the marble, her plump ass wiggling delightfully. "Since Liam is ordering food, You must be starving after... all that work. And I also need to thank you somehow."

"I wouldn't say no to a hot meal," Samuel grinned.

Amelia smiled, Samuel had shown her his skills, now it was her turn. She asked for the ingredients, rummaging his refrigerator for some chicken and veggies, wagging her hips.

For the next forty minutes, a truly bizarre domestic scene unfolded. Amelia, entirely stripped of her clothing and her marital boundaries, cheerfully cooked a skillet of chicken and vegetables. She chatted away about her baking recipes and her petunias, completely unbothered by the fact that she was totally naked in a stranger's house.

They ate together at the small wooden dining table. Amelia chewed happily, swinging her bare legs under the table. She felt completely liberated.