You've got your foot in the door

Ryan Ferro’s arm

The words stare up at you from the paleness of Kelly’s smooth skin.

“There, all done,” you say. You cap the sharpie and put it in your pocket.

The redheaded milf sitting across from you raises her eyebrows.

“Hm, let’s see what you wrote. Better not be anything too…” she scrutinizes her arm for a few moments and then raises her eyebrows. “Huh.” She looks at you curiously.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing,” she says. “I’m just not sure what I should be doing with your arm.”

She flexes her fingers for emphasis.

You gulp nervously. “My arm?”

“Just because it happens to be attached to my body, doesn’t mean it can’t be your arm, Ryan,” she gives you a slightly admonishing look, as if you should know better than to ask her such a question.

“Wow, it really worked,” you marvel.

“What worked?” Kelly asks. She leans forward slightly and you have to consciously **** yourself not to stare into her cleavage.

“Nothing,” you reply. You point at Kelly’s right arm. “So that’s my arm?”

“Of course it’s your arm,” Kelly says. She shows you the place where you wrote with the sharpie. “It’s got your name on it, doesn’t it? ‘Ryan Ferro’s arm.’ That sounds pretty straightforward to me.”

“Oh god,” you mutter. “So, like, I can do this?” You wrap your hands around Kelly’s arm, your fingers rubbing and squeezing her smooth skin. She doesn’t stop you. Your manhood hardens.

“It’s your property,” she shrugs at you.

“What about this?” you begin shaking her arm up and down. You notice that this has the effect of causing Kelly’s hefty breasts to jiggle and you can’t help but stare at her cleavage for a long moment.

“Ahem,” you glance upward and find Kelly’s eyes narrowed at you disapprovingly.

You do your best to look sheepish. “I’m sorry about… that, Mrs. O’Brien. It won’t happen again.”

“That’s alright,” Kelly says, adjusting her shirt to better conceal her bust. “It’s just… sometimes I forget you’re a young man now, about to head off to college. You actually remind me a little of my husband when he was your age.”

She looks at you wistfully for a moment, her emerald eyes blanketed by a veil of distant memories. You admire her features. The softness of her plump lips. Her faint freckles. The beauty mark on her lower left cheek. It amazes you that a woman in her late thirties can outshine some of the hottest girls in your age bracket.

And somehow, you’ve just claimed ownership of her arm by writing on it. You own the arm of your best friend’s mother and you don’t think you can stop there. Not when you apparently have the ability to claim anything of hers as yours. She’s admonished you for staring at her breasts. How will she react once you own them?

“Y-yeah,” you try to compose yourself as your heart races wildly.

Kelly moves to rise, but glances at the arm which formerly belonged to her. Your hands still dance up and down her skin, pinching and rubbing her sensitive flesh with impunity.

She speaks. “Ryan, I’d like to go upstairs and take a shower. Would it be okay if I took your arm with me?”

You try your best to ignore the absurdity of Kelly's latest statement as you consider your reply.

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable with my arm being out of my sight,” you mutter. “Not after it’s been away from me all this time. I hope you understand.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Kelly says. She sits down and gives you a friendly smile. “I wouldn’t want to separate you from your own arm, after all.”

“No, I can’t imagine you would,” you say, fully believing your words despite the surrealism of your situation.

An image of Kelly O’Brien fully possessed by you refusing to leave your side to attend any need but your own trickles through your mind. You imagine her serving you a platter of food while completely naked underneath an apron, her big tits swaying as she places the meal in front of you. You imagine her sinking to her knees and crawling under the table to worship your manhood while you eat. You see her look up at you with naked adoration as she sways her wide hips...

You shake yourself free of those fantasies. You can’t imagine that Kelly will just let you write all over her body to claim parts of her as yours.

An idea strikes you.

“Can I see my arm real quick?” you say. Kelly nods and holds out her arm for you to examine.

You grab the sharpie and scribble another sentence into the voluptuous redhead’s arm

Ryan Ferro’s mouth

“I don’t know what it is with you kids and putting ink on yourselves,” Kelly sighs.

You can’t help but smirk. “I think body art can be a cool way to express yourself. Take a look at what I wrote."

Kelly takes a moment to examine her – your – arm before looking up at you again. Her bright emerald eyes widen at you in surprise. She doesn’t say anything. In fact, you don’t think she’s consciously moved her lips since she inspected your latest writ of ownership.

You lick your lips as you deliberate what to do next. You have no clear evidence that Kelly’s mouth now belongs to you, but you have a very good feeling that it does.

“It’s okay, you can use my mouth to talk and do all the other things you usually do with it,” you say.

“Ah,” Kelly opens her mouth. She licks her lips with her hot, wet tongue and smiles gratefully at you. “Thanks, Ryan. I’m so sorry that I didn’t realize before that my mouth belongs to you.”

“How do you know that your mouth belongs to me?” you ask, curious as to how her mind is rationalizing what you've written. “It doesn’t have my name on it.”

“Hm,” Kelly furrows her brow. “I think it might have something to do with the fact that it’s written on something attached to my body. You can’t really write your name on my mouth, can you?”

“That makes sense…” you say. Your manhood throbs as you consider the possibilities that line of reasoning offers you.

“So… I can do whatever I want with the things that belong to me, right?” you ask. Your cock is straining against the fabric of your pants.

“Mhm,” Kelly answers.

“What if the thing I own happens to be attached to your body?”

Kelly shrugs. “I don’t see why that would change anything.”

You take a deep breath. “So say if I said I wanted you to use your, er, my mouth to, um, give me a blowjob, you’d do it?

“Well, my mouth belongs to you so I wouldn’t have any right to say no. It might be a little weird, but it’s hardly my place to judge you for what you do with your own mouth,” she quirks an eyebrow at you. “Are you alright, Ryan? You’ve been asking me very strange questions.”

“Sorry about that,” you say, stunned by the fact that the woman you'd long viewed as unattainable was suddenly available in ways you'd only imagined in your darkest fantasies. Your arousal spikes as you utter your next words. “Use my mouth to say: I’ll suck your big cock whenever you want, Ryan.”

“I’ll suck your big cock whenever you want, Ryan,” she readily repeats you.

You shudder.

“Lick your lips and then say: I’ll take your cock in any hole you want.”

She licks her lips. “I’ll take your cock in any hole you want."

“Mrs. O’Brien?” you say.

“Yes, Ryan?” she replies, utterly oblivious to your power over her.

“Use my mouth to give me a blowjob.”

“Okay,” she replies. She stands up from the table and walks towards where you’re sat, heavy tits swaying and jiggling slightly with her every step. You turn to face her.

She sinks to her knees between your legs and looks up at you expectantly.

“Use my arm to take my cock out,” you say breathlessly.

Kelly nods at you and her piercing green eyes become focused as she reaches her right arm towards your groin and unzips your fly. She reaches into the waistband of your boxers and grips your manhood gently, dragging it through your open fly with practiced ease.

“Oh my,” she gasps as she beholds your cock for the first time. She blushes and bites her lower lip.

You grin at her reaction and scoot closer to her.

"Start sucking, Mrs. O'Brien," you say. You can hardly believe your eyes as your best friend's mother nods and brings her lips to the tip of your cock.

Her soft lips meet your cock slowly, intimately. You moan. She probes at your cockhead with her slick tongue for a moment, swirling it around the tip. After a moment, she opens her mouth and slides her lips over your manhood. Her tongue dances around your member as she takes more of you into her warm, wet mouth.

"Jesus, Ryan, how long does it take you to eat?" a voice from upstairs startles you and you almost slip from Kelly's mouth. Her eyes widen at you.

"K-keep going," you whisper. She hums an affirmative at you and keeps sucking, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through body. "Deeper."

"Ah... I'm almost finished, calm down!" you call out. Kelly takes you even further into her mouth. "J-just keep playing. I'll be up in a few minutes!"

"Alright, jeez!" Andrew answers you from upstairs and you hear the dull thump-thump of his footsteps as he goes back to his room.

You look at the busty redhead beneath you as she continues to pump her juicy lips up and down your cock. She gazes up at you with her beautiful, innocent eyes and you're fully aware that you're defiling your friendship with Andrew in the worst way, but right now you can't bring yourself to care.

"Harder," you clench your fists, trying not to allow the sea of pleasure you're immersed in to overwhelm you.

Kelly's cheeks curve inwards and she begins making obscene slurping sounds with her lips, sucking your cock faster and harder.

"Oh god," you say. You feel yourself approaching your limit and you curse the suddenness of it. "I'm coming. Take it in your mouth, Kelly."

"Oh shit," You come. You stare with disbelieving eyes as Kelly takes spurt after spurt of your thick, white load.

Your cock leaves Mrs. O'Brien's mouth with an audible "plop."

She stares up at you imploringly, and you realize with a start that she's waiting for you to tell her what to do with the ejaculate in her mouth.

The sight of Kelly O'Brien on her knees with her mouth full of cum reinvigorates your manhood and you smile.

It's like a dream come true.