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With your mom and sister gone you're not sure what to do. You're still hard, but not in the mood to get up to do anything about it. Should you masturbate or just go back to sleep? Your questions are answered by your phone chiming to announce a barrage of messages rolling in.

They're from Kelly, demanding to know what's happened to her husband. You text back that she can come over if she wants to discuss it, and that since she was so rude as to demand instead of asking politely you've decided not to approve anything to cover her arm with. Then you turn your phone off, not interested in her response. You're confident that she'll be here soon.

Rolling out of bed, you trudge down to the kitchen to make yourself a mug of coffee and breakfast.

You're getting impatient by the time you're done eating. It doesn't take this long to drive from the O'Brien house to the Ferros. When the bell eventually rings you open the door to find Kelly wearing a pair of white sneakers, pink spandex shorts, and a matching tank top that leaves her shoulders bare. She must have jogged over so Mr O'Brien wouldn't wonder where she's going this early.

Kelly tries to put on a friendly appearance, but you can tell she's not happy to see you. The fact that you opened the door in your boxers and are still sporting a half-chub doesen't help matters, but she makes no comment as you invite her in and lead her to your bedroom. Nor does she seem surprised when instead of letting her talk, you pull her down on top of you as you start making out on the bed.

Lying on top of you, she's clearly uncomfortable wth the amount of contact between your bodies, especially your growing erection stabbing at her hip. Still she does not try to move, even when you end the kiss and reach down to grope her ass.

Knowing this is her opportunity to talk, she gets right to the point. "Ryan, do you mind explaining why my husband refused to have sex with me after you left yesterday?"

"Did you not read what it said on his hand? That's how cuckoldry works. It stopped him from finding out your arm and mouth belong to me didn't it?"

"I'd rather he know than this!"

"Well I have had it up to here with you Kelly." You shove her to the side and sit up. "It's not my fault you're carrying my body parts around or that your husband is a cuck. And I'm tired of you disrespecting me and not calling me sir. Take those pants off."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Take them off and lie on my lap so I can correct your behavior."

With an angry noise, Kelly peels her shorts off and gets on your lap, leaving her panties on. She's expecting a spanking, and she's beyond shocked when your hand touches the thin cotton between her legs instead. "What the hell are you doing!?"

"Do you not know how cuckoldry works?" you ask as you hold her down. "Mr O'Brien is my cuck. That means I fuck his wife, and he does not."

"But I don't-" She's cut off by your hand slamming down on her ass.

"OW! I can't-" Another hard smack.

"Sir, please-" This time you squeeze roughly, indicating that her response is better than the last but you still want her to be quiet.

"Let's go over the facts, Kelly. Your husband is my cuck. Say it," you tell her, with a light smack when she hesitates.

"My husband is your cuck, sir."

"You're my cuckoldress."

"I'm your cuckoldress, sir."

This time you fondle her through her panties. "And what does that make me?"

"NNNgh! I don't know."

You smack her again. "It makes me your lover. And don't forget the sir."

"You're my lover, sir!"

"Better," you tell her as you help her sit up. "Now give your lover a handjob."

Red-faced, she reaches for your boxers with her right hand.

"Not with my hand, I can do that whenever I want. I expect you to use your own hand on me."

Looking down, Kelly uses her left hand to pull your boxers down, allowing your stiff dick to spring free. Hesitantly, she wraps her hand around it and starts jacking you off.

Kelly's hand flies up and down your shaft and squeezes tightly, intent on making you cum as soon as possible. You use the time to further your hold on your friend's mom, bragging about how easy it was to steal her away from her husband, how she'd changed the subject instead of defending him when you asked whose cock she liked more, how she'd given you a handjob in the shower before it'd even been official... and she agrees with all of it, because that's what you order her to use her mouth for. While you're at it, you order her to talk more flirtatiously with you, to never contradict anything you say about her, and to moan your name whenever she's close to an orgasm. Mr O'Brien will love that one if you ever allow him to go down on his wife again.

When you've said everything you take a handful of her hair and **** her to blow you, making her gag again and again until you erupt, filling her mouth with your cum. Then you pull out and shoot your last rope onto her lips and up the side of her nose, which prompts her to make a disgusted face.

You just laugh and lean back in satisfaction. "Go make us something to eat, doll. The kitchen's downstairs. And don't swallow until I follow you down."

When Kelly's eyes widen, you grin at her. "I suggest you learn to love the taste, baby."

Her cheeks bulging, she wipes her face off and stalks out of the room.

You doze for a bit as you listen to Kelly bustle about downstairs, daydreaming about how Sarah's day might be going. You consider turning your phone on to check on her, but by then the smell of cooked bacon is wafting up the stairs.

Kelly swallows your cum the moment you enter the kitchen, only to look at you in dismay when you send her under the table to work on a second load. Ordered to work you up slowly, she laps at your shaft and sucks on your balls while you eat. Whenever you get too close to the edge you hand a scrap of food down to distract her, until your plate is empty and your dick is still hard.

Pushing your chair back so you can see Kelly's face, you tell her to finish you off with her tits. Driven by the desire to make you cum somewhere other than her mouth, she's almost eager to comply. Instead of taking her top off, she pulls up its lower half to expose her underboob before lowering her bust into your lap. Then she opens her mouth and begins to drool into her own cleavage as she pushes down against your wet erection.

The double layer of tight spandex crushes Kelly's breasts together around your meat, but her saliva is enough lubrication to let her move up and down without causing any uncomfortable friction. It's almost like having sex, and it doesn't take her long to make your balls churn again.

You reach your climax on an upstroke, the head of your cock buried between her breasts. Your cum fills the space between them, and begins to ooze down her abdomen when she stands up.

Turning your phone back on, you snap a pic and send it to Andrew with the caption "guess what bro? i'm doing ur mom!"