By the time I had emptied every drop out of my balls, my belly was covered in hot seed. I could see a thick strand coating her painted fingers as she drew her hand away, but she made no effort to wipe any of my cum from her hand."Before your father...changed," Mom stared at her cum covered hand as she spoke. "I used to do this for him."With a sigh, mom rose to her feet and turned to the door. I knew it was now or never, so I spoke."Mom, wait," I said softly. She turned and faced me."I'd love to return the favor," I told her.Mom studied my face silently for a moment. Then she spoke softly."You mean that, don't you?" she seemed surprised."Very much," I told her.Mom stood at the door and studied my face for a moment. I thought at first, she was going to say something, and then she turned and left my room without a word. I just lay on my bed but stunned and tremendously turned on by the fact my mother had just jacked me off. The image of her hand sliding up and down my cock now fo
Jasper’s POVOnce I had discovered masturbation, the switch had been flipped, shit! I did it at least two or three times a day. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say, sex became a preoccupation of my every waking fucking moment. Be real, what eighteen-year-old male doesn't spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of sex?I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to "do my homework", which, of course, required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself.I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely functions well, and when I threw my backpack onto my chair and headed for my bed to stretch out, the fact that there were still clothes on my floor, and my bed was not made, never entered my horny brain. My dick was hard from a full day o
I focused on Eric, he was shoving his cock in me, driving my head against the back of the sofa. Larry let go of my chest. I felt the back of the sofa move. My eyes were half closed feeling the sensation of being wanted. Humping my hips uncontrollablyI turned and looked toward Larry; He was standing with one leg on the seat, his other knee bent and resting on the sofa's back and pushing his cock at my face.I opened my mouth willingly, and he slid in me. It was a little awkward, from Eric's thrusts forcing my body to move. Larry slid in my mouth, not just the head but a good portion of his long shaft. I wrapped my lips around him and pushed his cock against the roof of my mouth with my tongue as he put his hand on the top of my head and adjusted me, so my throat could accept his entire cock. I could feel the head of his cock bumping the back of my mouth at the throat and hear his moans and noises. I was gargling and making breathing noises when his cock came out of my throat. Eric was
I moved to the sofa and sat down close to the end with no arms. The material of the lower back was cool, and I could feel the top edge of the sofa back at my shoulder blades and my hot skin beginning to burn above that. I spread my arms along the back to show my cleavage. "Tell you what guys, let’s have a contest.""Yea," they chimed in with sly grins, looking at each other knowingly.I positioned myself, so the end of the sofa left room for one of the boys at the end. "OK, Larry, you sit here," I suggested, patting the end edge of the sofa without an arm. "And Eric can sit on this side." I looked across the room, smiling at them and sticking my chest out. In my mind, I had accepted I would fuck them both. I was past caring about tomorrow or the future. I wanted a young hard cock inside me.Larry was on my left side and Eric on my right. When I first arrived at the house, this would have felt uncomfortable, but now it seemed so right. My pussy was throbbing, my nipples were standing v
How did I get here?Yeah!That was the same question that popped into my head.Six hours ago, I was relaxing with a drink at home, and now I'm leaning back on my best friend's sofa with her twenty-year-old son sucking my left nipple while his nineteen-year-old friend is mauling my right tit with his lips and hand.It started when my best friend Sophia called me from Hawaii asking for help. Her plane was delayed due to the weather, and she wouldn't make it home tonight. I don't know if I was really supposed to check on her boys or make sure their house would survive them. I said it wasn't a problem; did she need me to check on them, spend the night, or what?"If you don't mind making sure they eat something, and they're okay, Larry's old enough to take care of things, I just want them to know someone's available. Maybe check in the morning if you don't mind," I agreed, took a deep breath and got ready to go.I arrived wearing a bright yellow halter top, cut low at the front with a sing
Stepping out into the courtyard, Etta and Zia were almost run down by a lad rushing by with an armload of firewood. A few sticks of kindling slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. Etta stooped to pick them up."A thousand pardons, Miss Etta!" the boy exclaimed."No worries, Todd," the redhead assured him, crouching down next to him as she added the kindling back onto his stack of wood. "Don't look now," she whispered, but that cute daughter of the gardener has her eye on you again.""Where?" Todd replied, starting to turn his head.Etta placed a finger under the boy's chin and turned him back to face her. "Behind you, across the courtyard. Don't look, you'll spook her away," she warned."She's not interested," the boy said sadly, his eyes downcast. "She never wants to talk to me.""Perhaps we can motivate her," Etta offered in an undertone. "Oh, MY!" she exclaimed, loud enough for her voice to carry across the courtyard. "Such muscles you have, Todd!" She ran her fingers ov