Incest/Taboo Tony's World

Just one more minute, Tony thinks to himself as he sits in the steam room of the five star hotel where he works. It's 6.45am on Monday morning and he's due to start work at 7. The early mornings aren't easy, especially when you've been drinking until after 2am. But he needs this job, so he better sober the fuck up.

This is Tony's fourth summer working here, he started as soon as he finished high school, before going off to college. He'll be starting his senior year in a couple of months, and as usual, he wants to make as much cash as possible during the summer break.

The hotel is part of an exclusive country house and golf resort. It's just a five minute drive from his home where he lives with his parents, Frank and Lisa.

He works as a waiter in the golf club bar and restaurant, and makes pretty good tips, especially in the evenings when the hotel guests and club members have been on the booze for long enough to loosen the purse strings.

Both of his parents are members of the golf club at the resort, so he sees them regularly while he's at work. His Dad got him the job in the first place, he's friends with the general manager of the resort, Gerry, so he can't really complain.

"OK, I better get outta here," I say to my work colleague and childhood friend Brian. He's sitting across from me in the steam room, looking like how I feel, pretty shitty.

Brian and I have been best friends since kindergarten. He works in the health center in the hotel during summer.

"It's going to be a long day. No more drinking when we've an early shift, OK?" I say.

"Whatever Tony, that's what you said last week," Brian laughs back.

"The steam definitely helps with the hangover you know. Thanks for opening up early," I say.

"No worries, I need to freshen up too. I have a personal training session at 7.30am," Brian says. "Luckily it's one of my regulars, and she's pretty cool."

"Let me guess, she has the hots for you," I say, slightly mocking him.

"Hey, what can I say. Not my fault if women find me irresistible," Brian says. "Anyway, who are you to talk. I've seen all those older ladies in the golf club flirt their asses off with you."

"Ha, yeah right. Don't talk bullshit man," I say while laughing.

"No joke Tony. They fucking love you. I can almost sense their panties soaking when you take their drink orders."

"Whatever. I gotta run, catch you later man," I say, and fist bump Brian on my way out of the steam room.

Brian is talking crap. I like my job, and chatting with some of the customers and golf club members is one of the best parts of my day. But there is nothing more into it than friendly conversation. Sure, some groups of female members can get a little boisterous when they've had a few glasses of wine, but it's all harmless fun. Plus, a lot of them are from the area, some are even friends with my Mom, so I know them a long time.

I quickly shower, and pull on my staff uniform. A navy blue golf shirt, beige khaki pants and brown shoes. Then I walk as fast as I can the short distance to the golf clubhouse bar. I check my watch as I walk in the staff entrance at the rear, its 7.00am. I pop a mint and check in with my boss, then make a start on my usual morning tasks. Got away with it again, I think to myself, already looking forward to my first break and a chance to get ten minutes sleep. I'm never drinking again.

Miraculously, I make it through the day without being sick, or getting fired. I cycle home after my shift ends at 3pm. It's only a 15 minute cycle, but that feels like 15 hours in my state today. I climb into bed when I get to my room and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

My name is Tony Jones, named after my grandad Anthony. I'm 21 years old, a shade over 6'2" and weigh about 190 lbs last time I checked. I just finished my Junior year in college and now I'm back home with my parents for the summer break, like every year.

I have two older siblings, a sister Sophie (28), who is the eldest, and a brother Shane (26). Neither of them live at home anymore, so it's just me and my parents left in the house. Kelly is married to Rick (31), and they have a 2 year old son Finn.

Shane got married last year to Fiona (25), they don't have any kids. Both Sophie and Shane live in the area, which is nice as I get to see them whenever I'm home from college.

My Dad is Frank. He's 52, and a bank manager in the local town. Mom's name is Lisa, and she's a little younger than Dad at 49. She gave up her job as a physiotherapist to raise us kids at home, but has gone back to work part time in the local hospital only a few months ago.

I have a good relationship with Sophie and Shane. Plenty of fights and disagreements growing up as you would expect in any family, but now that we're all adults, we get on really well. We're a close family in general. Mom and Dad have always been there for the three of us, and they worked so hard to give us a great childhood and all the opportunities we could ever hope for.

I've just woken up before my alarm feeling much better after such a long sleep. It's 6am on Tuesday morning. I woke starving at 9pm last night. Mom made me a sandwich, I think she felt sorry for me when I told her how hungover I was all day. But then I went straight back to bed after eating, and didn't wake again until now.

The sun is beginning to rise as I leave the house, and my cycle to work is a lot more enjoyable than yesterday. My day starts off really well, Tuesday mornings are normally quiet until later on, and today is no different. It starts to get busy around noon, when the first of the lunch crowd arrive in. Some have finished a round of golf, others are a mix of locals and club members just here for food and drinks.

A table of four local ladies arrive just after 1pm. They're regulars here, all golf club members, but today it doesn't look like they've played.

"Hi ladies, no golf today?" I say as I approach them with menus.

"Oh hi Tony, we were hoping you would be working," Cindy replies. "Nope, no golf today. Just wine please! And something to eat of course."

Cindy Smith is Brian's mother, and one of my mom's friends. But I've known her since I was a kid, Brian and I were inseparable growing up.

"I heard you lovely ladies were coming in today so I switched shifts to be here," I say joking.

Cindy is really fucking hot. She used to be a news anchor on the local TV channel, so a very minor celebrity around here, back in the day. But she gave that up a few years back so she could spend more time with her family, plus her husband is loaded.

She's 5'4", blonde, usually keeping it tied back in a pony tail. She has blue eyes, and nice sized tits, 32D if I had to guess, but I'm far from an expert. Her ass is perfect, and she really shows it off in the tight jeans and yoga pants she normally wears.

She usually wears a skirt when she plays golf, showing off her tanned and perfectly toned legs, which are a work of art themselves. I'm usually walking around the clubhouse trying to conceal a boner on those days. She's 51, but could definitely pass for early forties. I've had a crush on Cindy since I was a kid.

"I'll just leave these menus here. I'll be back in a few minutes when you've all had time to decide," I say.

"Thanks honey," says Molly, giving me a little smile as she holds eye contact with me. She's Cindy's younger sister, early forties, I think, and is a very attractive blonde like her big sister.

The other two at the table are Margaret and Pippa. Both club members too. Margaret is mid fifties, brunette, with amazing tits. I actually dated her daughter Annie when we were in school together. It came to nothing in the end when both of us went to different colleges.

Pippa is the youngest of the four. I only know that because the same four ladies had a small party for her last summer when she turned 40, and I heard Cindy say she was the baby of the group. Pippa is mega hot. I mean, model level looks. She's married to some old rich guy, and she doesn't work either of course. She has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, probably around 5'6", and has the best legs I've ever seen. She has the whole package really. I'm not ashamed to say I jerk off regularly thinking about her if she's been in the clubhouse that day. Jesus I sound like a perv.

These four women have lunch here every week. I usually flirt with them a little, pretty harmless stuff. They seem to enjoy the playful chat, in fact they usually initiate it. Especially Cindy, she's always up for a little bit of fun. Pippa on the other hand is very quiet. She never says anything that could be interpreted as flirting. She's friendly, but just not like that.

"So ladies, have you decided what you want?" I say when I return to their table.

"Well that depends Tony, can you tell us the specials?" Cindy says, trying to hide a smile.

I play along and read out today's specials, even though they're on a chalkboard right behind me.

"Oh, that's disappointing. I thought you might have something a little more, spicy," Cindy says. A pretty lame joke, but it gets a big laugh from the other two, Pippa just smiles.

"Unfortunately not, but I can whip up one of my special cocktails if you want something like that?" I say, keeping the joke going. We do this kind of routine regularly.

"Oh yummy, sounds delicious. Doesn't it girls?" Cindy says. "We'll have four of your, ahem, cocktails Tony. Let's hope you're not just all talk," Cindy continues, to another cackle of laughter.

They give me their food order and pick out a bottle of wine, then Margaret adds, "Better make it two bottles."

I bring down their pre-lunch cocktails first while their food is being prepared.

"Hmmm, just what I needed," Molly says, after taking a healthy gulp of the strong mixture.

"What better way to spend a Tuesday afternoon than having Tony's cocktail flowing down my throat," Cindy says, and winks at me while still holding the straw between her finger and thumb. The rest of them erupt into laughter at that. Pippa covers her mouth in shock, but then even she laughs along with the rest of them.

I get a little embarrassed, but I can't deny I love the innuendo and flirting, especially with Cindy. She's definitely the ring leader in this group.

"I bet you say that to all the waiters," I say, trying to think quickly for a good response.

"Oh no honey, none of them taste as good as yours," Cindy says, lowering her voice to a husky purr.

"Well I'm glad you like it. Enjoy your lunch ladies. I'll be back with your food and wine soon," I say, and make my escape. My boss will kill me if he sees me neglecting the rest of our members and hotel guests just so I can flirt with a table of milfs.

My colleague Ashley brings their wine, and then I bring them their food about fifteen minutes later, taking away the four empty cocktail glasses.

When I check in on them shortly after they've started their meal, I see one bottle of wine is empty already, and they're working their way through the second fast. So it's no surprise when they order another.

I love the attention from the older ladies. I know it's all just harmless flirting, but it still turns me on. Cindy was definitely my first crush. She's a friend of Mom's as well as Brian's mother, so I've known her a long time. I used to jerk off looking at her on TV most evenings when I got home from school, and I've only grown to appreciate her sexiness even more as I've gotten older.

As I'm walking out of the kitchen behind the bar, I walk past the ladies restroom. Just as I walk past, the door opens and Cindy walks out, almost bumping into me.

"Oh hey Tony. It's so great to see you," she says, slurring her words a little. Then she runs her hand from my shoulder down to my elbow. "How's your Mom? I haven't seen her since last week."

"Hey Mrs Smith. Mom's good. She's been busy now she's back at work, even though she's only part time," I say, ignoring her hand that's lingering on my forearm.

"Tell her I'll call her at the weekend, we must meet up," she says.

"Will do," I say, and I start to walk away. But she catches my arm a little tighter, so I stop.

"You've grown into such a handsome young man," she says, after pausing for a few seconds. "Your Mom and Dad must be so proud."

"Thanks," I say, blushing a little.

I notice she hasn't taken her hand off my arm this whole time. I look down at her hand, and she catches me.

"You've gotten so big and strong. I remember when you were a little kid. You must work out a lot," she says, as she moves her hand up to my bicep and squeezes it.

"Yeah, I do a little bit," I say. She's never flirted with me like this before. This is really laying it on.

"I bet you do. Paul has really let himself go recently," she says then, staring into space over my shoulder for a second. Paul is her husband. "He hardly even looks at me anymore. Most of the time he doesn't even notice if I'm there or not," she says, tears welling up in her eyes. "Shit, what am I doing. You don't need to hear my crap, I'm sorry Tony," as she dabs her finger under her eyes to stop her tears from flowing and ruining her mascara.

I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting her to get emotional like this. She's probably had a little too much to drink.

"That can't be true Mrs Smith, you're beautiful," I blurt out without really thinking. Fuck, what am I saying. I mean it, but I certainly didn't ever intend to say it to her.

Cindy smiles and says, "Aw honey, you're so sweet to say that?"

She doesn't believe me. I can tell she thinks I'm just saying that to make her feel better.

"It's true. You're a total babe. Always have been. If you were my wife, I would treat you right." I'm cringing for myself, but I just can't stop my mouth from producing these words. What the hell is wrong with me. Ground, please open up and swallow me.

"I could do with a handsome man like you around the house," she says, raising her hand to my face, and lightly strokes my cheek. "You should call over when you finish work."

Holy shit. Does she mean what I think she means. Of course not Tony, you idiot. She's just being nice. And she's pretty drunk so she probably doesn't realize how that invitation sounds.

"Thanks Mrs Smith. But I wouldn't want to intrude," I say.

"How long have you known me now. Call me Cindy," she says. "We could have some drinks. You could show me how to make that cocktail," as she winks at me again.

"I think you've had a little too much to drink Mrs... Cindy. I better get back to work," I say before she cuts me off.

"Just come over when you finish work, OK? It's about time I had a piece of this," she says, and slides her hand down my stomach and cups my crotch outside my khakis. Holy shit, I didn't see that coming.

At the same time, she runs her hand up the back of my neck and pulls my head down towards her, then holds me there with our noses an inch apart looking me straight in the eye. She holds eye contact for a long three or four seconds, almost like she's making a decision, then tilts her head slightly to the side and plants her lips on mine.

I can feel the blood pumping into my cock as she grips me. She can definitely feel it swell in her hand too. Instinctively, I open my mouth the same time as her, and she slips her tongue in between my lips. I'm completely running on autopilot, my mind hasn't even begun to register what's happening right now. Is my friend's mom, who I've dreamed about for so long, really kissing and groping me?

Suddenly, reality kicks in and I get paranoid about being caught in public like this. Brian would kill me if he knew what just happened. I can't even imagine how angry mom would be.

Nobody from the bar can see us where we're standing, but someone could walk to the restroom or out from the kitchen at any moment.

I break off the kiss and step back from her. She just smiles.

"Good, I'll see you later," she says, and walks back to her table. Her ass is fucking amazing in her black faux leather pants, which are practically painted onto her.

What the fuck just happened? No way am I going over to Cindy's house when I finish work. Am I? Now that I'm standing here on my own, with the noises from the busy restaurant bustling in the background, I'm not even certain that actually happened. Was I day dreaming? Why would a woman like Cindy be even remotely interested in someone my age? I mean, she's a real woman, if that makes sense. She's not some teenager with a crush. And she's married for fuck sake. She must be even drunker than I thought.

I stay away from their table for the rest of the time they're here, I ask Ashley to cover it so I can avoid any awkwardness with Cindy. My mind is in a spin. I keep an eye on the table from a distance though, then when they're leaving Cindy catches my eye and gives me a little wave.

I find it hard to concentrate for the rest of the day. I talk myself into going over to Cindy's house when I finish, then I talk myself out of it just as quick. I need to come to my senses here. She's obviously having some problems in her marriage, and I need to stay the hell out of it.

But she's so fucking hot, am I crazy thinking about turning down a chance to be with her? Or am I crazier to even contemplate doing it. I may never get an opportunity like this again. Maybe she was being completely innocent in asking me over. But then again, she did grab my bulge and kiss me. My mind is officially fried.

By the end of my shift at 3pm, I've decided to go home and pretend the encounter with Cindy never happened. She had a lot to drink, and is probably mortified about it. I need to be responsible for a change and not make this any more embarrassing than it needs to be. She must have just had a momentary lapse of judgement.

But I'll never forget that kiss. I've thought about kissing her for so long, those full lips, and I'm pretty happy with myself that I got to live out that little fantasy, even if it was very brief. When I get home from work I go straight to my room to knock one out, then I join Mom and Dad in the kitchen for dinner.

After eating, Dad and I move into the sitting room to watch a basketball game on TV. Mom joins us a little later. I'm working the early morning shift again tomorrow so I want to get an early night.

The game is boring, too one-sided, so at 9pm I say goodnight.

When I'm lying in bed scrolling on my phone, I know, a bad habit, a notification from one of the messaging apps pops up. It's Cindy!

Hi Tony, did you forget about me?

My heart is beating so fast. I had almost forgotten I had her number saved on my phone. Brian called her from from my cell years ago when he forgot his phone one day he was over here. I saved it later on that evening thinking it was cool to have her number on my contact list, pathetic, but I was a kid with a crush.

What the hell do I say back?!

Hi Mrs S. How could I forget about you.

It's so much easier to put on the charm like this in a text message.

Well you should have come over then. I've been waiting for you all evening, Cindy texts.

I doubt that. I assumed you were just playing with me at the golf club. A little too much to drink or whatever, I write back, giving Cindy the chance to back out of the pass she made on me, and avoid any awkwardness between us.

She doesn't reply for ages, but then I see she's typing.

I even got all dressed up for you, she says, and then a second message comes through. It's a picture, it takes a second to download on my phone.

Oh shit. It's a selfie of Cindy. She's wearing lingerie, a matching black lace bra and panties, nothing else. It's definitely her, she's even showing her face as she's lying on a bed, with one knee bent.

So, believe me now? she writes then.

How did you get my number? I ask.

From Brian's cell. I know his pin. Is that all you have to say???

My mind is boggled. I can't believe I'm texting Cindy Smith. I can't believe she sent me a picture of herself in her underwear. I decide to just go for it and be honest.

Sorry, it's just I'm rock hard looking at that picture. Can't think clearly.

Show me, she writes back immediately.

So I do. but I'm not as brave as Cindy, I don't show my face. I just pull down my boxer shorts and snap a dick pic, then send it to her.

Wow, she types back.

That's one fat cock. How long is it? she says then.

7 inches, I think.

I'm wet Tony. You're doing that to me, and you're not even here.

I'm jerking off looking at your pic, I text truthfully.

Don't cum. I want that load. Come over tomorrow when you finish work. Paul is away on a business trip. Brian is working in the afternoon so I'll be here alone.

Are we really doing this? Are you serious? I ask, not wanting to make a fool of myself.

Another pic delivers to into our conversation. She has her hand inside her panties in this one.

Just get here as soon as you finish work tomorrow, OK?

I'll be there, I say.

She doesn't reply.

I have a hard time getting to sleep, I can't stop looking at the selfies she sent me. But I do what she asked and put my cock back in my boxers. None of this feels real. Cindy fucking Smith.

My 8 hour work shift feels more like 18. I'm distracted all day thinking about Cindy. I screw up so many orders, my manager even asks me if everything is OK. I had to lie and make up an excuse, saying I wasn't feeling well. That couldn't have been further from the truth, I was buzzing with excitement.

I'm literally counting down the minutes from 2pm. I'm out the back door at 3 o'clock on the dot, and pedaling down the road on my bike as fast as I can by 3.01

Brian's house is only a 10 minute cycle from the resort, but I do it in 8 today. I run up the steps to the front door of their huge house and ring the bell. As soon as I press the button, all my doubts and disbelief hit me again. What the fuck am I doing here? This is never going to happen. Cindy is my friend's mom! She's married for Christ sake.

Then, just as I start to think about jumping back on my bike and getting out of here, the door swings open. Cindy is standing there in a pink short leg jumpsuit. Something only a milf of her stature could pull off. The shorts show off her sexy tanned legs, and the top part of the outfit plunges down between her tits, showing a lot of cleavage.

"Hey Tony, come in," she says. She seems a lot more shy than she did yesterday.

I walk in and she closes the door behind me.

"So, em, how was work?" she asks.

This is a bit weird. But I don't really know what I was expecting. Her to open the door stark naked? Hardly.

"Eh, yeah, work was fine. Cindy, is everything OK?"

"Of course. Yes, of course everything's OK. Sorry, I'm just a little nervous, that's all," Cindy says, looking at the floor.

"I think this was a mistake. You're Brian's mom. We shouldn't be doing this. It just feels wrong," I say, and I turn to leave.

"Stop, hold on Tony. I don't want you to go. I'm just not used to doing stuff like this. I've never cheated on Paul before. He's the only person I've ever slept with in my life. Jesus, why am I telling you this. Sorry, sometimes I ramble on when I'm nervous."

"It's OK Cindy. I'm nervous too," I say.

"You, nervous, yeah right. A stud like you, I doubt it. You could have any girl you want. What was I thinking asking you over? You wouldn't be interested in an old hag like me."

"Are you kidding me? I've had a crush on you since I was old enough to notice girls. You're gorgeous Cindy, like in a major way. I never even dreamed I would have a chance with you. This is embarrassing, but since we're both feeling kinda awkward, I may as well get it all out there. I've, em, jerked off to you for years, looking at you on TV when you did the news. And I used to love when you dropped Brian over and you stayed talking with mom for a while."

Suddenly, Cindy bursts into tears.

"Cindy, come here," I say, and wrap my arms around her pulling her close. She buries her face in my chest. "What's wrong?"

"Oh Tony, you don't need to put up with this. I'm so sorry."

"Ssshhh, it's OK. You can talk to me Cindy."

"It's Paul. He's having an affair, I'm certain of it. With his young PA. Jesus, he's such a fucking cliche. Middle aged man has a mid life crisis, so he bangs his 25 year old assistant. He hasn't touched me in months," Cindy says through her tears. It's breaking my heart seeing her open up to me like this, she's so vulnerable.

"He's a fool Cindy. You're so beautiful. I mean it, you're perfect."

She looks up at me, the tears still streaming down her face, but she smiles.

"I was just flirting with you to give myself a lift. I never intended for anything to happen. But then after the alcohol yesterday, and seeing how you looked at me, well I just got a bit carried away. I mean, you've grown up to be a very attractive young man," she says. "And I miss it, the attention from my husband. He makes me feel so unwanted. Then you were there, and I saw you checking me out, and I...I... I don't know, you made me feel desired again," she rambles on, sobbing all the time.

I bring up my hands and cup her face in my palms, then I use my thumbs to wipe her tears away. It's now or never, fuck the consequences, I can't resist this. I lean down and kiss her softly on her lips, lingering there. She pulls away after a few seconds, pauses, and then throws herself into the most passionate kiss I've ever had.

Our tongues search out each other's and we make them dance together in our connected mouths. Cindy shoves hers down my throat, and I do the same to her. We spend the next couple of minutes making out in her porch, just inside her front door.

As soon as we start tonguing each other's mouths, my hands instinctively grab hold of her ass. My first thought is that it's firmer than I was expecting. It feels amazing in my hands as I squeeze and knead the round cheeks.

I've never made out with an older woman before. I didn't know what to expect. Like, would she have bad breath? Would her tongue feel different somehow? I've only ever been with girls my own age up until now. But Cindy tastes amazing. She doesn't have bad breath by the way, and her tongue feels the same as any other woman. The only difference is Cindy is the best kisser I've ever had. The stupid shit that runs through my mind sometimes, I actually wonder about myself.

I pull Cindy in close and she immediately grinds her mound up against my stiff prick.

"It's been so long since I felt one of these," she breaths, reaching down and grabbing my bulge.

"Well that's a fucking crime," I say. "If you were my wife, I would never get off you."

Cindy takes hold of my hand and starts walking towards the stairs. We don't say anything, I just let her lead me to the bedroom. I'm actually feeling giddy with excitement, walking up the stairs I've done so many times. Except today, instead of turning right when I get to the top towards my friend Brian's room, today I turn left with his mother. I've looked into her room before when the door's been open. I always imagined catching a glimpse of her naked. It never happened, but I lived in hope.

My first impression of her room is the bed is huge. I see her husband's belongings all around. Man's shoes in the corner, his aftershave bottles on a dresser, suits and shirts hanging in a wardrobe with the door half open. I've known Brian's dad for as long as I can remember. I never really liked him. He always seemed grumpy when we were small, that was when he was actually around, which was rare. I'm about to fuck his wife, in his bed, and I feel nothing for him. In fact, it's turning me on even more knowing it's their marital bed.

"Your husband is a fucking idiot Cindy. He could be here with you right now. But his loss is my gain," I say as I unbuckle my belt and start to open my khaki pants. She sits down on the edge of the bed and watches me.

I'm in good shape. I work out regularly, and I like to run three or fours times a week also. I'm not cocky, but I do have confidence in my appearance. My cock is pretty long at 7 inches, but it's very thick. I've slept with a few girls in college, and all of them have said it's the thickest they've ever seen.

I can see Cindy staring at my crotch as I pull down my pants and boxers together. My boner springs back up and points straight out at her.

She doesn't say anything at first, she just sits there with her mouth open slightly.

"It's huge Tony," she says eventually. "Jesus Christ, I've never seen anything like it. It's so much bigger than Paul's, even when he was younger and able to get it up."

She seems nervous. She's about to cheat on her husband, I suppose she's bound to be apprehensive.

"Cindy, we can still turn back. We don't have to do this," I say.

"Are you fucking crazy, I want this more than anything," she replies immediately, then she takes my fat cock in her hand, holding it underneath my shaft while she sits on the bed.

I feel her fingers reach further back my pole and then she cups my balls in her hand. She seems to be measuring my cock against her arm. I have to admit, it does look impressive like this. She has it flat along her wrist and arm, and it's almost up to her elbow. It's definitely thicker.

Cindy leans down and takes the tip into her mouth. It feels so warm and wet, and it takes a moment for me to realize and appreciate what's happening. My cock is in Brian's mom's mouth. Cindy Smith is giving me a blowjob. I've jerked off hundreds of times imagining this exact thing. Now that it's happening, it doesn't feel real. That's until Cindy opens up wide and takes another five inches into her mouth and I can feel my tip enter he throat. She pulls off quickly and coughs.

"Sorry, I'm not used to one so big. I could take all of Paul's no problem."

"Fuck that loser, Cindy. A woman like you deserves a real cock. Take off your clothes. I've waited long enough to see your body," I say, surprising myself by how commanding I sounded. Shit, I hope that wasn't too much.

She stands up and turns around, then pulls her long blonde hair over shoulder. She wants me to pull down the zipper. I'm in fucking dreamland.

I pull it down and her tanned, flawless back comes into view. The zip goes down as far as her lower back, just above her ass. She pulls the sleeves off over her shoulders, and the tops opens up fully now. She has little dimples on her lower back either side of her spine, a couple of inches above her ass. When the top part of the jumpsuit falls away, I notice she's wearing a pink bra. I unclasp it for her, and she discards it on the floor.

Then she pulls down the lower half over her hips and the whole suit falls to the floor, revealing a skimpy pair of matching pink panties. She turns around, and my eyes fall straight to her tits of course. They're unbelievable.

"Do you like them?" she whispers, absolutely knowing the answer. Men have lusted after her tits for years.

"I love them," I say honestly, as I raise my right hand up to feel them. More than a handful, and with just a little sag. "I've imagined them for years."

I strip off fully now and Cindy runs her hands over my abs and chest. I can tell she likes what she sees. I pull her panties off and push her gently back onto her bed. Her pussy is completely bald, not a single hair in sight. Her slit is glistening with moisture, she's ready for me.

I start kissing her right foot, licking her toes, then I slowly work my way up her foot to her slim ankle, onto her sexy lower legs, planting little kisses the whole way up her shin, past her knee, finally reaching the home straight of her thigh.

When I reach the very top of her inner thigh, I lick each side of her pussy before burying my tongue up her fuck hole as far as it will go. Cindy lets out a long groan when I do this, and her hands grab my hair pulling me into her. After I've satisfied my hunger to taste her pussy juice, I go to work licking her clit, while using my finger in her pussy. She fucking loves this, and I'm in no rush to stop anytime soon.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Fucccckkkk," she moans a couple of minutes later.

I keep lapping at her clit until she pulls my head away.

"Enough, stop, I need a break. That was amazing. He never does this for me," she manages to say as she catches her breath.

"You taste delicious Cindy, even better than I imagined, and I imagined it a lot!" I say. She can't help but laugh.

"Get up here and fuck me Tony, I'm ready for you. I need to know what a cock like yours feels like."

I climb up on top of her, and she pulls me in for a kiss straight away. I love that, some girls I've been with don't want to kiss after I eat them out. But not Cindy.

While we're kissing, I reach down and guide my cock to her entrance. She feels so wet from the mixture of her juices and my saliva. When I find her hole, I place the tip of my cock between her pussy folds, and then push a couple of inches into her slowly.

She's tighter than I expected. I probably assumed she would be looser after having two kids. She's not as tight as some of my college hook ups, some of those were so tight, it took all night just to get my cock inside them. But Cindy is just perfect. She's able to take my thickness.

"That's it Tony, oh my God you're big. Give it to me," she breaths into my ear.

That's the green light I was waiting for. I shove the rest of my cock into her until my balls hit her ass.

"Oh FUCK," she roars. "So fucking big. I've never felt anything like this in my life."

I get into a rhythm pretty quick. We fuck slowly at first, but I'm finding it hard to hold back. Cindy is my ultimate dream fuck. Soon, I'm ramming it into her as hard as I can. The bed is slamming against the wall so hard, thank fuck there's nobody else in the house.

"I want you from behind," I say as I pull out and spin her around on the bed. Then without waiting, I drive it into her doggy style as soon she she's on all fours.

"Is this how you imagined fucking me, when you jerked off to me?" she asks, looking back over her shoulder.

I nod back, "Yeah," then I slap her ass hard.

"You little perv, jerking off thinking about your friend's mom," she says then. "You're a bold boy."

This makes me go even faster. I'm humping her as hard as I can, and she cums on my cock. I think the idea of me jerking off thinking about her pushed her over the edge.

I'm fucking her like a madman now, spanking her ass and gripping her hips tight. The room is filled with sex noises. The bed ramming against the wall, my balls and thighs slapping against Cindy with every thrust, the loud noise when I spank her ass, and she's groaning constantly, cumming several more times.

She knows I'm getting close. My cock grows even bigger inside her.

"Cum inside me Tony. Give me that load you've been saving for me."

Just as I give her ass another hard slap, turning her right cheek even redder, something catches my eye in the mirror on the dresser to my left. I'm certain I saw something move. Immediately, I spin my head around, and my heart nearly stops. Paul Smith is standing in the doorway, staring at us. He's looking down at his wife, then his eyes flash up to me and we look directly at each other.

He doesn't say anything, but I can see his eye twitch and his nose flare, even from this distance. He looks seriously angry, he looks like he wants to kill me. Fuck. I need to think quickly here. We've been caught red-handed, so there's no denying what we've done.

"Don't stop baby," Cindy groans. She's facing the wall behind the bed, so she can't see the door. It's decision time. Fuck it, there's no going back now.

I thrust into her again, hard, while looking at Paul, and I keep fucking her, right in front of him.

His mouth falls open. I'm waiting for him to lunge at me, to punch me, or worse. But... nothing happens. I'm looking down at his wife's sweat covered back as I hold her hips, my cock going in and out of her like a piston again. She's groaning, building to another orgasm.

"Big... cock... so much... bigger... than... Paul," she grunts out, unaware of her husband's presence, as I pummel her from behind like a bitch in heat.

Her pussy clenches me tight, and a flood of her juice spews out around my balls. She feels amazing to fuck, better than I ever imagined. I'm focused on Cindy again, but I'm well aware of Paul standing there. Why hasn't he done or said anything? He's just standing there in the doorway.

Then I feel it. That familiar feeling deep in my core, in my balls, as they twitch and tighten. Just as the first rope shoots up my shaft, I tell Cindy, "I'm cumming. Here it comes," and then I unload deep into her cunt.

When I open my eyes after the first shot leaves my cock, I look over at Paul as my balls empty themselves into his wife. He's holding his own cock in his hand, jerking off, his fist a blur he's going so fast. What the fuck!

He's still wearing his navy blue pin stripe suit from work. Those pin stripes only dickheads wear.

I smile at him as the last of my cum squirts into Cindy, and I slap her ass softly letting her know I'm done. The feeling of power running through me is intoxicating. I've just fucked this man's wife, a man who thinks he owns everything, claiming her for myself as he looked on.

"That was amazing Tony," she says, then lies forward onto her stomach on the bed. "Paul has never fucked me like that."

I can't help but smile when she says that, and I even look at Paul when I do. He stares at me, emotionless.

But inwardly, reality is setting in, and I'm starting to freak out about what will happen next.

Cindy rolls onto her back, and immediately gasps, then screams and pushes herself back on the bed away from her silent husband. She tries in a panic to cover her nakedness, but it's a waste of time.

I've resigned myself to whatever retribution is going to come. I just lie down naked beside her, my cock still hard, strangely, considering the situation we're in.

"When did you get back?" Cindy says to her husband.

"A few minutes ago," he answers quietly.

"What did you see?" she asks.

"Enough," he says, then looks at the floor.

"I thought you weren't due back until tomorrow?" she says.

"We finished up early, so I got a flight this morning."

"Oh, did you not want to spend another night with your little whore? I assume she was with you?"

He doesn't answer.

"What are you doing?" Cindy says then, her tone changing a little. She has just noticed he has his cock in his hand. Then she starts laughing. "You haven't touched me in months, but you're getting off on looking at another man have me? You really are a sick bastard Paul."

I notice his cock grows even harder when she says that. And Cindy notices it too. I'm feeling a little weirded out getting caught up in a domestic, but I'm also curious to see how this plays out.

"Why have you lost interest in me Paul?" Cindy says then, and there's real sadness in her voice. "What does she have that I don't? Is it because she's young? Do you like younger women? Is that all it is?" She's really pressing him now, and she's getting angry.