Busted

I awoke with the feeling that I was not alone. Mrs. Melba was in the room with me, wearing an old terry cloth towel tied loosely around her waist, showing an ample amount of her spectacular cleavage and showing off almost all of her long legs.

“James, I have a question for you,” she said, seeing me awake. I had been dreaming about her and her daughter and I was hard as a rock, lying on my back, my cock tenting the blanket I was under. Casually I tried to roll over, but I felt myself blush and I felt her eyes roll down to my stiff prick.

“Uh, yeah?” I asked, sleep still fogging my brain, as well as the dream I just had about Syd’s sister and his mother.

“James, did you use my bra to masturbate with?”

Panic. I hadn’t decided what to do yet when she had confronted me. She didn’t seem too pissed off, to I took a chance.

“Oh yeah,” I said with a sigh, my eyes moving down to her cleavage. “Couldn’t help it. I’ve been staring at you for years, Mrs. Melba. I don’t know what came over me, but I just had to,” I said, licking my lips slowly. She only nodded in response as she uncrossed her legs, flashed her dark muff at me, and re-crossed her legs. My cock jumped so hard it hit the blanket.

“I see. James, that’s not normal. Young men like yourself shouldn’t be doing such….things…”

“I just couldn’t help it,” you say slowly rolling back onto your back from your side, letting your raging hard on push slightly against the blanket you’re under. Mrs. Melba uncrossed her legs, but did not re-cross them again, letting your eyes trail up her thighs to the dark beaver between them.

“James, you’re Syd’s friend…” she said, some of the strength leaving her voice.

“…and you’re the hottest woman I know,” I finished. She blushed a little at my comment and sat back, still fondling the cum-covered cup of her bra, her legs still spread, and now the top of her robe trying to open around those massive tits. I was impressed about how firm they appeared; very little sag for their size.

“Never the less, James,” she said, standing. The motion caused the fabric belt to loosen around her waist and the robe to all but fall open. She stepped toward the bed I was sleeping in and leaned forward, providing me with an amazing view of her firm tits and tight pink nipples. “I think,” she continued, “that under the circumstances,” she said, her hand sliding under the blanket; the contact of it on my cock caught me by surprise as my eyes had been glued to her chest. “That we should never,” she said, giving the morning wood a gentle stroke and giving my balls a good caress. “Ever,” she said, stroking my meat with an unexpected expertise. “Do anything,” she continued, pulling the blanket off me. “That will ever,” she said, her eyes locked on my meat bobbing gently in her tightly gripped hand. I pulled the sash from her robe and let her skin see the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. “Let Syd know what’s happening.”

After she said that, her lips sank to my meat and she sucked me like a hot, wet, vacuum. She started moaning the second my helmet met her lips and I almost bucked off the bed at the sensation. She bobbed her head up and down for a while, getting my dick good and slobbery before letting it pop right out of her mouth, a spray of her spit going with it.

“Oh, and James,” she breathed heavily. My hand idly went to her knee and slid up, finding her hot, dripping, furry muff and sliding along her lips before popping two fingers into her channel. “Oh God,” she moaned and her knees started shaking.

“Sorry, you wanted to say something?” I teased, sliding my fingers in and out of her drooling pussy. I slid a third finger inside her and started twisting and flexing the digits as they moved faster in her velvet vice.

“Oh fuck!” she hissed. Her mouth went right back to my cock and she inhaled it, this time. The sloppy sounds of her blow job echoed off the walls in the small room, joining with the wet slurching pops of my fingers sliding and out of her pussy.

“James,” she growled, pulling her head off my cock again. I slowed my **** on her quivering pussy, but did not stop completely. She caught her breath for an instant before saying, “Don’t ever cum in my $100 bras again.”

“Yeah, uh….” you say sheepishly, her hand starting to jerk your rod, using her own spit as lube.

“If you must, and you can’t cum in what you’re so expertly finger-fucking,” she said, looking down at her juices coating your hand to the wrist. “Then cum into these,” she said with a devilishly lusty grin and she pulled a pair of black silk panties from the pocket in her robe. Before I knew what was going on she had the crotch wrapped around my cock head, her mouth locked around my balls, and her hand was a blur on my cock. My orgasm hit my like a train in the night; out of no where, hard, and fast. I must have had 9 spurts into those panties, completely soaking the material, my orgasm lengthened by Mrs. Melba sighing and giggling as she sucked my furry sack.

When it was over, she unwrapped my softening cock and slid the cum-laden panties up her legs, patting the sodden crotch against her overflowing pussy. She bent down and whispered in my ear, “There’s nothing like feeling a man’s cum against your dripping, aching cunt all day long.” She gave my dick a final squeeze and a playful lick and bounced out of the room, turning to give me a last look at those huge knockers of hers again before shutting the door.

I was alone with my thoughts for only a moment before the door flew back open.

“I almost forgot, breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes, sweet heart,” she said as if nothing had just happened.

My dick was already starting to get hard again, just thinking about what could be on the menu.