Do exactly what I say

“Anything, James, as long as I get to fuck this cock and you cum in my cunt, mouth, and ass as often as you can.” My dick jumped at the words.

“Fine then, my whorish little cum-bucket. You’ll get all that and more,” I said, my hand ambient stroking my rod. “But before we get to that, there will be some rules.

“Anything, so long as Syd doesn’t find out,” she said conditionally. I thought about reprimanding her, but it was a good idea and the thought had crossed my mind. I was good friends with him, but I didn’t think Syd would appreciate me using his mom as my own personal cum rag.

“Fine. First rule then. You do everything I tell you to do. Absolutely everything, is that clear, slut?” I said. She responded by raising her hand to my rising prick and nodding.

“Everything, James. Your wish, is my command,” she said, her eyes looking into mine and then down.

“Excellent. Your first command is to shave that snatch. As a sign of your devotion to being my cum bucket, you will keep it bare, as well.”

“Oooh, I haven’t done that since college…not since…” she started and cut herself off.

“Not since what, bitch?” I asked, trying to not let the curiosity show in my voice.

“Not since Cindy Stewart and I….experimented.”

“Tell me what you did, slut,” I said. My brain was going a million miles a minute; Cindy Stewart was my ex-girlfriends’ mother and about as straight-laced as you could get; damn near puritanical. I always figured her daughter got her wild side from her father, but maybe I was wrong. Either way, my dick was hard and my balls were already starting to ache.

“Well, we’d shave each other’s cunts, every last fucking hair until our fuzzy little peaches were bald as they day we were born. Then we’d fuck each other stupid.”

“Tell me more,” I said. My dick was throbbing already. “Turn around and bend over, slut. I’m going to stuff your fucking twat while you tell me what a little whore you were.” She complied immediately, her cream-filled cunt opening gloriously to me. I slid right in with a plop, our juices squeezing out along my shaft. “Finger that clit, bitch. Make yourself cum on my fuck rod.”

“Yes, James,” she said with some difficulty. Her fingers sloshed loudly against her clit; they must have been a blur, and I could feel the vibrations of her fingers in my cock, her whole pussy entrance moving with them.

“She liked having her….ooooh…..cunt….stuffed….” Syd’s mom moaned.

“With what, bitch? Tell me what you stuffed her slutty cunt with, my little cum slut,” I commanded.

“Anything!” she cried. “Carrots, Bananas, anything in the room long and thick! We stuffed her full of Mars bars once!” she said in one breath. “Oh fuck! I’m fucking coming!” she screamed. I grabbed her and pulled her up to me, my dick still buried in her snatch.

“How many? How many fucking candy bars did that loose bitch have stuffed inside her?” I asked as I kept pumping into her as she was standing.

“Oh fuck!” she cried as she kept cumming. Her fingers were still sliding across her clit as fast as she could move them and her legs were about to give out. “Five! Five at once in that kinky cunt!” she cried after she caught her breath before being rocked by another orgasm.

I blew my load just thinking about it. It hit me hard and fast and I lost my footing. Both of us fell back ward, she landed on top of me, impaled by my stiff prick as it slammed deep inside of her.

“Ohhh FUCK!” we cried simultaneously. We rode our orgasms out and collapsed together, Sally spinning on my still-hard cock and laying on my chest, moaning softly.

“Were you kidding about all that? With Ms. Stewart?” I asked once we had regained our breath.

“Of course not. You commanded me to tell you the truth,” she said, winking at me.

“How did you get them out?” I asked, half expecting the answer.

“I ate them….pulled them out with my tongue,” she said, blushing at the memory. Her cunt twitched on my cock. I laughed and my dick surged back to full strength again. Sally moaned deeply and started milking my dick with her cum-soaked velvet vice.

I caught the clock out of the corner of my eye and saw that it was approaching 11.

“Oh Fuck! Syd’s going to be home any minute!” I said.

“Oh shit, we must get cleaned up!” Sally said before pushing herself off me. She moaned loudly as I came out of her with a wet pop, a trail of our cum joining her cunt to my cock until she stood completely up.

“Quick!” I said, “Suck my cock, bitch!”

She did as commanded, her hand cupping her pussy as she squeezed the cum from her pussy. I got a devilish idea.

“Like the taste of cum, Sally?”

“Oh fuck, do I!” she said around your prick, sucking your combined juices from it.

“Good, I want you to push that cream pie out into your coffee cup and don’t drink it until Syd shows up,” I said. She looked at me with a panicked face and it smoothed to a wicked smile.

“Your wish,” she said after finishing kissing all the cum from me. She grabbed a coffee mug and spit out half of a mouth full of fuck juice into it, then proceeded to wipe fingerfulls of our spunk along the rim. “Is my command,” she said and sat on the edge of the counter, coffee mug between her legs. She frigged her clit furiously and she started shuddering, her eyes locked on mine as I watched her masturbate before me. It wasn’t long until she gushed cum into the cup, clearing her cunt of our juice and almost filling it completely between ours and her new addition. She stopped and set the cup on the counter, taking a second to catch her breath.

“You’re clean, but I need to shower, I smell of nothing but freshly fucked cunt,” she said and slunk off to the bathroom, pulling her dress off the rest of the way over her head.

I wondered if she’d have time to shave before Syd showed up, and I sat down to wait, catch my breath, and wrap my mind around what just happened.