Call Her Amanda

The rest of the day I was incredibly horny. I was young and had a high libido -- and so the intense experience of my first blowjob, especially one that seemed so forbidden, just fueled the fire.

I'm not ashamed to say I masturbated four times that day. A new personal best.

I had no idea why Mrs. Anderson had sucked my dick, and I didn't know if it would ever happen again. Plus, being a loser like I was, I was afraid to go ask her. Instead I just found reasons to walk past her house, three or four times a day, hoping for a repeat.

This went on for a couple of days without any results. No surprise there. But on the third day, I was leaving the convenience store with a Mountain Dew when I saw her getting out of her car. She had just pulled in.

"Oh, hi Jason!" she said brightly. "I haven't seen you around lately." Then she winked at me.

"Uh...," I said. "Umm... Mrs. Anderson? Can I ask you something?"

She walked around her car to stand next to me. "Sure, Jason. What's up?"

"Err... can I..."

She leaned in. "Do you want me to suck your cock again?" she asked in a low voice.

I nodded vigorously.

"Get in," she said, as she unlocked her car again. I hurried into the passenger side as she got in and started the engine. My cock was throbbing as she backed the car out of the parking space and turned onto the street.

"Jason, have you been wanting this for a while?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson," I said. "After the other day..."

"Oh, dear," came the response. "I am so sorry! Silly me, I just wasn't thinking clearly. Jason, you just drop by any time you like. Just come on in, you know you're always welcome at our house, and I'll take care of you."

The car pulled up to her house and she drove it into the garage. "You want to come in? Or just want it here?" she asked.

"Won't Mr. Anderson...?" I started.

"Oh, don't worry about him," she said. "It's no big deal. But I do have to get dinner on, so why don't we just get started?" She scooted around so she could kneel in the driver's seat, and bent over me. "Pull down your pants," she suggested.

I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees. "Ooh, yeah," she said. "Rest your arm on my back, make yourself comfortable."

I leaned back in the seat and draped my left arm over her, and hung on to the door with my other hand. She dropped her face into my lap, opened her mouth, and engulfed my cock. She started sucking, and once again -- heaven. I was in love.

While she sucked, I slid my left hand down along her back, toward her ass. I thought it would fun to get a squeeze... but she pulled off, said, "Uh-uh," and moved my hand away. I felt a bit embarrassed, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest and started sucking again.

After a couple minutes, once again, she pulled out her phone. Twisting her head around to the side -- which I must say was slightly uncomfortable, not that I was in any mood to complain -- she once again took a selfie, then dropped her phone and resumed sucking my cock with abandon.

My right hand, almost of its own accord, came up and rested on the back of her head, and pressed down lightly, but firmly, as I came in her mouth for the second time. My toes curled and my back arched. It was so great!

She sucked hard after I came, then sat up and wiped her chin. She was smiling. "Big load!" she exclaimed. "Now I've got to start dinner."

She got out of the car, opened the trunk, and started unloading groceries like nothing had happened. I pulled up my pants and got out. She was already in the house, so I grabbed a couple of bags from the trunk and followed her in.

I got to the kitchen, and when I put the bags on the counter she said, "Thanks, Jason. But... are you being helpful, or just being sweet because I sucked you off?"

"Well, Mrs. Anderson, I..."

She held up her hand. "First, I think you should start calling me Amanda, at least." I didn't know what "at least" meant, but seeing as we were now on some kind of sex basis, it made sense to me.

"Well, Amanda, I figured it might be nice, considering..."

She flashed me a big smile. She really was quite pretty, with a wide mouth and perfect, white teeth. Her blonde hair framed her face so nicely... I was lost for a second there.

"Jason, don't do this on my account. I don't need you to be nice to me. Listen, tomorrow I want you to come over, tell me to suck your dick, and then when you're done, you just do whatever you want. You don't have to hang out here, I'm perfectly happy if you just leave after you get what you need."

I gaped at her. "Ok, Amanda," I said.