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I brought the coffee and snacks in and served them up, moving slowly and making sure the bulge in my shorts was prominently displayed. I had to admit it that the sight of Mrs. Hancock's lithe body in that dress and the thought that she hardly ever got fucked had made me more swollen. Mom tossed a single glance my way and seemed pleased. That intrigued me. Why was she so happy to see me getting hard over her friend?
Ah, I got it. Mom was using Mrs. Hancock to get both herself and me worked up. Then, with plenty of time before Dad got home, she would send Mrs. Hancock on her way, talking about doing it with another man's wife, and we would have at it with gay abandon, maybe right here on the couch where Mrs. Hancock was sitting beside Mom about her husband's shortcomings, and by extension, Dad's. Okay, I was up for that!
I sat down for a few minutes but was quick to top up their cups, preening my crotch for Mom's benefit, but noting that Mrs. Hancock was getting less shy about looking. I offered to make another pot when it emptied after topping them up for the third time but Mom said no.
"Would you like to see The Room now?"
The Room? I was shocked.
"Ryan did such a wonderful job of building it."
Why was she showing her The Room? She had to get rid of her so we'd have time to use The Room ourselves!
"Mrs. Hancock dipped her head. "I guess so."
Mom stretched out and took her hand. "You really must believe. I can't tell you what a difference it makes. There's something truly magical about it. It's helped so many of my friends."
What the hell was Mom talking about? She looked at me.
"Hasn't it, Ryan?"
"Um, yeah. Lots."
"And it's just an empty room?" Mrs. Hancock asked.
"Yes, except for a mat on the floor. You sit on the mat in the dark with nothing to do, no kids or chores or husband to distract you, and just empty your mind."
Mom got up and pulled Mrs. Hancock up with her.
"I feel a little silly."
"Don't," Mom said. " Don't think about anything, just let your mind float and let what comes, come."
Mom walked Mrs. Hancock into the kitchen.
"I'm going to take Glenda down to your meditating room, Ryan. You don't mind, do you?"
Meditating room?
"No. By all means, be my guest."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
On the way downstairs, Mom cautioned Mrs. Hancock to stay in The Room until she came back to fetch her.
Within two minutes, Mom was back.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
Mom put her finger to her lips and pulled me out of the kitchen into the living room. Remembering her warning for Mrs. Hancock not to come until Mom came to get her, and appreciating the sexiness of her own apparel that contained a more generous pair of unencumbered breasts, I closed upon her and started undoing the top button of her blouse. Maybe Mom was kinkier than I thought. Maybe she had purposely brought her friend over so we could fuck upstairs while she meditated downstairs.
"Oh, so you want some rent for using The Room, do you?"
"The thought crossed my mind," I replied.
"Oh, did it?" Mom teased, arching her back instead of pushing my hands away.
"Yes, it certainly did," I husked, already excited and playing with her breasts. Already? I had been sporting a huge boner for two hours.
"If you want to use this," Mom rubbed the front of my shorts, pressing her palm in firmly against the underside of my glans, "you have to do one more thing for me."
"Yeah, what's that?" I tried to cover her mouth despite having just asked her a question.
Mom evaded my lips.
"Go downstairs."
"Go down…" I started to repeat. "What?"
"You heard me. I want you to go downstairs and give her what she needs."
I was blown away. She wanted me to do someone else?
"Mom!"
"It's obvious you think she's hot," Mom rubbed the bulge in my shorts.
"That's because I was thinking of you."
"That's nice but it's because of her too, isn't it?"
I hesitated.
"Tell the truth," Mom insisted, rubbing.
"I guess so, but I would rather…"
"I know, and I love you for it but I want you to do this for me."
"Mom, if it's because I was, um, a little, uh, demanding before, I…"
"It's not that. I like that sometimes too and if I didn't I'd let you know."
I looked down and shuffled my feet. "You really want me make love to your friend?"
"No, I want you to fuck my friend's brains out. I want you to give her the hottest sex of her life so she can't help but come back for more."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons."
"I don't get it."
"You don't have to, just do it for me."
Mom stepped close and put her palm against my erection again as her other arm curled around my neck. She stretched up to nibble my neck and then slid her lips onto my ear. She knew I absolutely loved that.
"Come on, baby," she cooed, wet tongue swirling thickly in my ear. "I'll make it up to you," she said, squeezing my cock, and I knew she meant raucous sex.
"When?"
"Whenever."
"Where?"
Mom knew I was asking if it had to be in The Room.
"Wherever."
I groaned and ground my cock against Mom's hand.
"Anywhere?"
"I promise."
Abruptly, Mom pulled away. "But first…" She drew away and gave my swollen cock a parting pat.
"Okay." I turned to go up to my room but Mom grabbed me.
"Where are you going?"
"To my room."
"You don't need to get changed." Mom looked me over. "You're perfect the way you are."
"I'm going to get some rubbers," I explained. "She's married, remember?"
The words were out before I realized the implication of my words, that I didn't need them with Mom because she was older.
"I mean, uh, she's probably…"
"You don't need them," Mom pulled me back and shoved me toward the basement door.
I lumbered ahead of her.
"I might not remember to pull out," I protested.
"You don't have to."
Mom pushed me through the door and stood at the top while I descended the stairs, confused. Did Mom know that Mrs. Hancock was already fixed after just one kid, or did she think her friend wanted to get pregnant and her husband didn't want her to? That was it! Mrs. Hancock wanted another child so she didn't have to go back to work now that her son was in school. So, why didn't she just not use protection with her husband? I was still confused but events were pushing me along.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and started toward The Room, becoming less sure of the situation with each step. Just as I reached the door, Mom flicked off the light. I stood in the dark, uncertain and wanting to chicken out, but with each passing second, knowing what lay beyond the door, my cock gradually gained control of my muscles. Mom clinched it with a whisper that floated down from the top of the stairs.
"I promise."
I flipped off my sandals, then slid the door open and closed it behind me, but not all the way, in case Mom wanted to hear or even sneak into the room. I paused to collect my thoughts, mildly surprised that, given her nervous demeanor, Mrs. Hancock hadn't called out to ascertain the identity of her visitor, whom I was sure she expected to be Mom. I filled my lungs as quietly as I could to avoid giving myself away and resolved to do what Mom suggested.
Be firm. This is what Mom wants. You have to make it happen and if she freaks out, Mom will handle it.
I approached the middle of The Room bolstered by the assurance of my whereabouts, even in the pitch black, from long practice. I kept my feet wide to avoid trodding on Mrs. Hancock's feet, which I suspected would be trailing behind her as she knelt on the floor facing the back of the room.
What was going through her mind? She would have heard the door open, so why was she silent? Was she expecting Mom to kneel beside her to join in a mutual meditation or to quietly query her if she had found what she was seeking? Or, had Mom prepped her to expect me?
I bumped into her, startling us both!
My hands reached out to catch her and the clasp of my fingers around the back of her head confirmed the interpretation of the signals from my feet, that there were no legs between them, that Mrs. Hancock was facing toward me rather than away as I had expected. My crotch had bumped her face backward and my hands, attempting to prevent her fall, were holding it against my pants.
The thought of it made my cock throb and I immediately felt in control.
At first, Mrs. Hancock didn't react but when she tried to straighten up she only succeeded in pushing her face harder against my bulge. She turned her head, perhaps realizing what she was doing, but was more likely just trying to free her mouth and nose so she could breathe. I let her inhale and then tightened my grip on her head and steered her face back into my crotch. Holding her in place, I rubbed the hardness under my shorts across her nose and lips, my fingers splayed through the tight roll of hair at the back of her head.
I rubbed back and forth three or four times, then turned her face to let her breathe. For the first time, my brain was able to assess the situation rather than simply accept the barrage of sensations impinging upon it from my groin. Mrs. Hancock hadn't screamed or jumped up to run away. She just kneeled there, taking it, letting me rub my bulging shorts across her face.
Unbelievable! This married woman, this mother of a school-age child, sat passively in front of me while I scrubbed my cock across her face.
She had taken two or three breaths while I digested these thoughts. Enough. I was ready for more. I turned her face back and bent my knees, partly squatting and twisting my hips to enable the softness of my balls to also avail themselves of her pretty face.
Ahhh, fuck that felt good. I ground myself against her and groaned to let her know how great she felt. Grasping her head more firmly, I thrust against her face in small fucking motions as if I was actually shoving my cock into her mouth. I remembered how small it was and how I had imagined that my cock would bend trying to get into it, then thought about how Mom had mimicked that by pinching her jaws together, knowing that I had been checking Mrs. Hancock out that night.
Yeah, baby. I'm going to shove it in there. Let's see if you can take it.
I released Mrs. Hancock's head and shucked my t-shirt, then resumed mauling her face with my scrotum. I found her hands and pulled them up flat onto my belly. They slid up to my chest of their own accord and then around to rest on my back just above my buttocks in abject acceptance of her fate. I rocked my cock harder, mashing it against her lips.
I paused to push my shorts down and off, then quickly regained control of Mrs. Hancock's head. She gasped and so did I as we felt the greater warmth of my genitals and her mouth through the thinner barrier provided by my undershorts. I stifled the words in my mouth, wanting to maintain anonymity like I had with Mom.
Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.
I was making her stay face forward longer now, only allowing her a brief respite to gulp in needed oxygen. She gasped when I relaxed my grip, grabbed some air, and twisted her head back before I could do it for her. My hips ground through an imaginary oval, rough-housing her face with my balls. I was so hard that my cock stretched the material of my shorts so far it seemed like it was going to rip but instead it found and burst through the pee pocket, stabbing her lips and careening off to scrape along her cheek.
Oh, God.
I groaned, pulled back, and stabbed my escaped convict against her lips. It gained immediate entry but not enough to engulf the whole knob. I pushed harder and groaned again when the whole helmet lodged inside Mrs. Hancock's mouth. She gurgled and snorted through her nose.
I grabbed the back of her head as she instinctively drew away to prevent her from pulling her mouth off my cock. She snorted and I pushed, delving deeper by almost an inch. I pulled back and slid in, then back and in, back and in, again and again. My head rolledl back and my legs bowed, widening between the knees though my feet stayed planted firmly in place. I bucked my hips, holding Mrs. Hancock's head, urged on my her snorting and muffled acceptance of what for all I knew was her first face fuck.
Had her husband ever treated her in such a disgusting way? I doubted it. Maybe he had done something similar with other women, but not his wife, the beautiful, delicate little flower that mothered his children and sat poised at his side when he needed her service at business functions.
Her mouth, though tight, was slick and warm. Still, I was surprised that my cock didn't bend at all. I pulled it completely out of her mouth for the first time and then plunged it back in, thrilled that she hadn't closed it to prevent its reentry. Instead, her lips remained wide apart, awaiting my return. I pulled out and shoved back in again, groaning to mark the achievement. In and out, in and out, yeah, oh fucking yeah!
I kept this up for a minute or two and then stopped with the tip of my cock resting on her lips. Mrs. Hancock remained still, waiting. I steered my cock to the side, scraping along her nose, and then swung out and brought it back with a gentle slap. I repeated this on the other side of her face and then returned my cock so the tip rested on her bottom lip.
She waited but I didn't move. Tentatively, her hands slipped down from my waist, catching the waistband of my underwear on their way, and dragged them lower. I pulled back enough for her to flip the front over my erection and waited patiently while she pushed them down past my knees and off my feet, lifting each in turn to assist her. Her hands slid up my legs and returned to their position on my waist, then I slid my cock into her mouth, slowly, as deeply as I could go. It didn't start bending until it hit the back of her mouth.
I fucked Mrs. Hancock's mouth for several minutes, pausing when she needed to breathe, but otherwise trying to go deeper with each slide in. I didn't make much progress because I was at the entrance to her throat and each time I pushed into the pulpy flesh surrounding it, she gagged and I had to stop to let her catch her breath and drool. But then, her mouth became slicker and more accommodating, and it seemed longer between gags.
It caught me off guard when I suddenly slipped into Mrs. Hancock's throat. She ducked lower and twisted her face up, I guess to stretch and straighten her neck. I automatically adjusted my position, shifting to direct my cock downward and suddenly I was ensconced within a more constricted tunnel. I cried out in glee as my body recognized before my mind what had been accomplished. My right hand slipped down the side of her face and onto her throat and I almost came feeling my cock sliding into her neck!
I didn't last more than five or six strokes after that. I erupted in her throat and Mrs. Hancock's neck and mouth constricted around my cock as she struggled to swallow and breathe at the same time. My mind went blank for several seconds and then, when my eruptions began to subside, it filled with silent apologies to Mom.
Sorry, Mom. I couldn't help it
I had forgotten to come inside Mrs. Hancock. In fact, I hadn't even fucked her, and now I felt drained, my knees wobbly and weak. Legs shaking, I sat down, missing the mat and thumping heavily onto the hard floor. I stretched my arms behind to brace myself but they skidded on the linoleum and, exhausted, I let myself slide onto my back.
Mrs. Hancock was upon me in a flash, straddling my waist and reaching down to grab my flaccid cock. If flopped about in her hand as she tried unsuccessfully to impale herself upon it.
"Shit!"
Mrs. Hancock released my limp dick and humped forward, landing on my chest. My arms instinctively rose up to protect myself but she pushed them back with her knees and held them in place. Satisfied that I was pinned, she shifted forward, sliding her knees ahead and placing her feet on my elbows to keep my arms pinned to the floor. Her pussy slid onto my face and she immediately ground it against my mouth.
"My turn," she husked.
It was indeed but now it was also my turn to discover how difficult it was to breathe when your partner is surrounding your face with their genitals. Mrs. Hancock's thighs clamped around my head and squeezed as she thrust her pussy roughly over my face. She pulled my head up to fully envelop my mouth and nose, forcing me to gulp in air when she remembered to let my head fall back. I learned to wiggle my tongue about and move my lips to please her because then she didn't pull so hard on my hair, and it was also easier on my neck. Mrs. Hancock wasn't concerned about my comfort and I had to admit, as I absorbed her assault, that I hadn't been worried about hers when it was my turn.
After a while I wondered how long this was going to take. I would have come at least twice while she punished my face and I made a hell of a lot less noise. What happened to the shy mother? She sure wasn't within the animal contorting upon my head. Holy fuck, she was a maniac!
At long last Mrs. Hancock's thighs went rigid and she pulled my head up hard against her cunt. Thigh muscles quivered around my face, faded to a tremble, and finally shook violently one last time. My head was tossed back and landed on the floor with a thud.
"Ahhhh, God I needed that!" Mrs. Hancock cried, reaching back to brace herself as I had done but instead of finding the floor, one skidded off my hip. The other landed more centrally.
"What's this?" Mrs. Hancock wondered aloud, still trying to catch her breath.
She had taken hold of my cock which was now standing up proud. I couldn't believe I had become erect while suffering under such ravaging punishment. How could that possibly have been sexually arousing?
Mrs. Hancock shifted backwards and leaned forward at the same time, her tits dragging across my face and onto my chest as she bent over and angled my cock toward her pussy. Christ, after coming like that she wanted more? Her pussy lips slithered over the head of my cock and swallowed the rest of it with an audible squish as she surrounded the root and then squeezed the entire shaft hard. Holy fuck, was my cock was about to get the same treatment as my face?
Damn right it was, by a sex-starved woman. Mrs. Hancock launched into a long series of gyrations upon my dick, twisting it this way and that, pulling and then shoving herself down hard, and almost tearing it off my body. Maybe I could have bucked her off, but hey, even with the discomfort and occasional painful twinge, I loved it! Instead of dislodging Mrs. Hancock, I grasped her waist and helped her move up and down but couldn't do much to dampen the sideways twists and heaving wrenches.
Yeah, Mrs. Hancock. Fuck my brains out!
It was great, except for one thing: she came before I did. Mrs. Hancock's thighs gripped my waist instead of the side of my head as she shuddered and convulsed on my cock. I kept thrusting upward, trying to get off while her cunt was massaging me so nicely but she flipped backwards and slid off my cock, bending it so far I automatically sat up to stop it from breaking off. Mrs. Hancock rolled onto her stomach and started to crawl away but I grabbed her ankle.
"Oh no you don't."
I pulled her back my way. She tried to kick free but when she couldn't, closed her legs as I scrambled over her. That was fine with me. I put my hands around her waist to prevent her from wriggling farther away and shoved my cock between her tightly pressed thighs. Rocking my hips, I managed to find her wet pussy with the tip of my cock and then lodge it in her slit. A quick shove and I was inside her cunt.
"Ah, yeah," I cried and started fucking her, the squish of her behind at the depth of each thrust sending an extra thrill up my spine.
