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Little Jimmy's Momma
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Little Jimmy's Momma It was 12:15 pm on a Tuesday. I had a 12:30 appointment with a young marketing consultant named Tommy. He was a good-looking man in his early thirties who doesn’t trust women. It had something to do with his first love; ever since her the only women he trust are women in my profession. With us he knows why we are interested. At least that is what he says is the reason, to be honest I just think he just has self-esteem issues, but I don’t care enough in his case to play therapist. That role would cost extra and I don’t think he would appreciate that. However, his esteem is on point within the boardroom. He is an upcoming executive at a local marketing firm. Whatever idea Tom has turns to automatic gold. At the rate he is going it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he ends up being the youngest partner of the firm. I entered the Intercom Corporation and took the elevator to the 15th floor. He passed me just as I got off. He didn’t see me but I saw him. I followed him. He was headed for the men’s room. I watched him walk. His brand new Armani suit fit his body perfectly. He loved to ensure his suits were tailored to fit him to a T. After all, looks were everything, especially in the marketing world. He stopped at the entrance and entered the code to open the men’s room door. He didn’t even look back as he entered. I caught the door just before it was about to close. It was the clicking of my high heels that alerted him to my presence. A woman in the men’s restroom? Surprise entered his eyes as he saw me. I liked surprising him. The moment of uncertainty leaves him paralyze and gives me just enough time to barge through his defenses. I smiled at him in the darkly lit room, made more so with its dark gray and black décor. I dropped my purse on the cold linoleum floor. “Hey lover, missed me?” I asked with a smirk as I walked right into his arms for a deep intoxicating kiss. His hands found my hips and slid to my ass for a firm squeeze. I lowered the zipper of his pants and pulled out his semi soft prick. Ending our kiss I smiled again and gently turned him around, to face the urinals. Resting my chin over his shoulder, we both watched as I pointed his dick in direction of the bowl. Aiming just right, I kissed the side of his neck, sucking, hoping to leave a love bruise for the next bitch to see. He turned his head and his lips met mine again. I felt his prick rise up softly. He turn back to watch as I licked around his ear. A gentle tickle was heard for a few seconds then it died away. I felt the warm dip of liquid slide down my caressing fingers as they glided along the wet skin. He grew. He hardened. He elongated. He did all those wonderful things as I stroked him. He just watched as I did what I did best. One thing about Tommy that I love is his skin. He was a thick skinned man, literally, which tends to mean he could handle certain techniques most men couldn’t, like the use of a female’s nails on his harden dick. While most men would finch from the unexpected sensation, even experience pain, Tommy loved it. The more I scratched the more he grew. He and I had similar tastes when it came to sex. There was no doubt in either of our minds that if sex didn’t hurt just a little then it wasn’t worth the fuck. He loved it when I played with his tip and around the head. That is where he is most sensitive so I played with that first. I wanted it to feel the most intense as fast as possible. Around and around my fingers slid across his protruding tip and I felt the heat increase with each pass. Using both hands I gripped his shaft, one hand on top of the other and twisted each hand in opposite directions, firmly moving up the shaft, up to the tip where my fingers circled around and around and then back down. Occasionally, I would reach one hand below and massage his balls. He loved this, especially when I found that spot right at the base. Moving my hands backwards, I pushed his pants down, passed his narrow hips. His smooth soft ass filled my vision as I looked at the baby fine hair that covered both cheeks. On the left was a birthmark with no recognizable shape, but one I’ve seen many times. It was that spot I first decided to lick. My soft pointed tongue relaxed as it moved over the skin. I continued to stroke him with my hands in front on his cock and my tongue in the back on his ass, making him wetter than I was. My tongue licked, my lips kissed and my teeth nibbled as I moved from the center of his ass cheek to the top, moving to the small of his back, which shuddered as I kissed it. Still kissing I moved down again over his right cheek, nuzzling him in my growing excitement until I made my way to the very center once again. Pausing, I released his dick and moved back away from him. His breathing was as intense as mine as I took a moment to glazed at the hard globes. Placing each hand on an adjacent ass, I firmly stroked him up and down and with each stroke up I slowly spread those cheeks, centimeter-by-centimeter, not enough to expose the hidden puckered hole between, but enough to open him up. Cautiously, almost as if I had no will of my own, my mouth met the center of his ass. Releasing my hold I felt his cheeks surround my lips and I slowly stuck out my tongue. When he felt the moist heat touch him he jerked forward and automatically braced the wall him in front of him so he wouldn’t fall. Upward I moved, with my tongue still buried within his flesh, I took a long stroke up his ass, again to the small of his back and paused. Then I reversed my direction downward in one smooth motion, ending at his thighs. Growing bolder, I grabbed each cheek again and spread him just so, like before and gave him a proper licking. He moaned and shook in my hands, for this was a sensitive area, this was an area rarely touched therefore each stroke was most intense. I licked along one inner cheek side and moved to the other in the opposite direction. I didn’t know it at the time but he was dripping by then. Precum exited from his tip at a steady flow. It was a slow ongoing orgasm of sorts, gradually driving him insane with each passing of my wet mouth. Finally, not able to withstand this torture any longer he turned in my arms and reached for the back of my head and filled my month with his throbbing dick. Deeply he pushed, almost taking me by surprise as I opened up to him, swallowing as much as I could in short notice. It took all my willpower not to withdraw, not to lose breath, not to choke on his thickness, but I managed. His touch was nothing next to gentle as he nearly pulled my hair from its roots. I tighten my lips and my mouth allowing for as little space as possible within me and totally engulfed his tool in soft heat. Slowly he moved my head toward him, so he could feel every inch of him disappearing between my lips. He stood there with his legs spread, bracing himself; his eyes were closed as he concentrated on keeping his movements slow and controlled. Closer and closer I went until my nose met his stomach. He stopped as his pubic hair surrounded my lips. Slowly he began to thrust back and forth with very little movement. He just wanted that snug fit and that slight little motion over and over as it build and build. He loved when I sucked him like this; he loved the fact that his dick curved upward following the curve of my hard pallet and he loved the tense curve of my tongue on the underside of his meat. He loved the contrast of rough and soft in my mouth and how it made him feel during this gentle fuck he endured. Then there was his cock’s head, that uncircumcised tip that met the back of my throat and rubbed continuously against the soft flesh of my tonsils. On and on we continued like this until it build and build to a point that was too dangerous for him to continue. And there I sat on my knees, enduring it all. Wet beyond imagination, I felt the wetness pool around my thighs, down out of my pussy; even around the curve into my ass crack itself, open and vulnerable as I kneeled with my legs spread as wide as possible in that position. I loved the feeling of being open just as I love the feeling of being filled. While sitting there, I’ve had several little orgasms myself and with each new wave I simply wanted more and more and more. Pulling himself from me he stood there for a second and just breathed. He didn’t want it to end this way, in my mouth, he rarely did. Opening his eyes he looked down at my flushed face and offered his hand for me to rise. Pushing me toward the sink, he pushed me up onto the counter and the back of my head rested on the glass mirror. He reached for the neckline of the button-up dress I wore and pulled slowly, allowing each button to naturally slip from its individual holes. Soon my bra-covered breasts were bare and he reached for a condom packet hidden away in the fabric, saved for this very purpose. I sat there with my legs spread, as wide as I was able, one on each side of me, barley noticing I was getting the counter as wet as I had gotten the floor. I watched as he rolled the rubber across himself. I watched as he took his fingers and spread my pussy lips and inserted himself, pushing out more wetness in the process. The wetness sank down into my ass and when I say inside I mean inside, for you see, that little cave entrance isn’t as closed off and small as it was six years ago, far from it. Inside my pussy he drove as far and as tight as he could angling, thrusting, in and out and as roughly as he could, pounding me onto the hard surface. After a few of these he withdrew and went to his real goal, his target, the one he hungered for before being distracted. Now that the condom was lubricated with my thick juices, he moved his dick to that other hole and rubbed as much moisture as he could around its opening, always circling, never entering until he was ready. And then he was ready; he moved me closer to the edge of the counter and lifted me up. I helped him, placing my legs over his shoulder. In he drove, into my ass, sinking deeper than he ever imagined, and more than he ever could have with my pussy. He utterly disappeared. Then gently setting me down with him still inside his left hand found my pussy and one by one he inserted a finger; one by one until I had four thick digits locked inside of me, stroking me as I sat spread open. It was then that he moved, slowly at first, but then as he realized he could feel himself, inside of me he became bolder and empowered. His fingers were able to feel what I felt as his cock fucked me through the thin skin that separated both holes of my body. His fingers stroked me as his dick did, and he moved faster and faster, in, out, in, out, over and over. It was then that I heard it. Someone outside, punching in the codes to enter the room, pulling him closer I buried his face in my neck. As the door opened I stared into startled eyes, his hand rotated within me, now they turn upward, cupping me, cupping my pussy from the inside out, his palm meeting my clit as I continued to stare into the 20 something year-old eyes of the boy who just entered the restroom. Tommy’s palm tightened around my pussy as he squeezed. His thrust became faster knowing that someone was watching. It excited him knowing the door was open and I saw the intruder as he saw me, unable to identify Tommy or me. Harder and harder became his thrusts as his other hand began squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks as I did his, in the rhythm of our bodies. The pain on my clit increased and I loved it! My moans turned into pants and little screams as I lost myself in that boy’s eyes. That baby boy who probably never seen a real pussy in his entire life. Over and over Tommy fucked me harder and harder, deeper and deeper in my ass as if he wanted to split me over and fuck me into eternity as this young boy watched. Shaking, he finally broke out of his trance and moved backward, rushing, and nearly falling as he tried desperately to close the door behind him, as desperate as I was, as I buried my nails into Tommy’s shoulder. He unloaded in me over and over, faster and faster, spermatic thrusts, 5 pumps per second. Harder he squeezed my pussy, my clit. Pain and pleasure all became one as his fingers dug into my g-spot and the tears exploded from my eyes as I exploded around him screaming, screaming for dear life and then and only then did he let go, as if that is what he waited for all along. Removing his hand from my pussy, he moved, nearly climbing onto counter with me as he pushed deeper and deeper inside my ass as if he wanted to lose himself in me and I felt the hot liquid move up in me, high in me, reaching places I didn’t think possible as he cried his cries of release. He fell on top of me and my support gave way. I couldn’t hold myself any longer, or him, and together we fell. Falling from the counter on to the floor, our legs twisted and tingled, me on top of him as breathing became impossible. I felt as if I was going to pass out. Seconds turned into minutes as we laid there trying to regain control. I felt like I’ve never been this tired or used. I hurt everywhere: my pussy, my clit, and my ass. I shuddered with delight. I softly reached down and felt my clit. The shock left me jerking in surprise. I was still sensitive, much too sensitive. I came again and cried. Tears leaked out of me uncontrollably from the shockwave of lust. It felt good now but in a few hours it would be hell. He recovered first, pulling off the used condom and pulling up his pants. He looked ridiculous. His hair was a mess and his clothes were wrinkled and out of place. I knew I looked no better. Seeing my pocketbook beside me I sat up and pulled it over. Opening it I found my hand mirror. My makeup was a mess. My eyeliner was running down my face in a black line of sorrow. By this time he was standing and he reached out a hand to help me up. I rose and as soon as I was steady he kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. He kissed me. Smiling he looked at me and said. “Thank you.” I smiled back. He didn’t want to hear the line that automatically popped in my head, ‘that’s what you pay me for’ so I didn’t say it no matter how truthful it was. Not to say I didn’t enjoy it or that it wasn’t one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had, because it was, but I never let my forget what this arrangement was nor myself. Business was business and I had no room or patience for anything else. So simply smiling back I turned from him abruptly, dismissingly and looked into the mirrored wall and proceeded to comb my hair. He paused for a minute and watched me, uncertain what to say. Then he noticed he too needed some adjusting and moved closer to the mirror to rearrange himself. Handing him the comb I preceded to fix my makeup, which wasn’t as bad as I originally thought. Within minutes we were both presentable again. Seeing the discarded condom on the floor I picked it up and threw it in the trashcan. I saw the counter and floor where still wet from my juices, but the wickedness inside of me decided to leave it there. I turned to him and asked him how I looked. “Beautiful as always, Sable.” “Thank you, “ I replied and reached over to straighten his tie. It wasn’t quite right. “Shall I bill your credit card?” It was a standard procedure of mine; on the invoice our appointment would be listed as massage therapy, as with all my , but I always asked, on the off chance they wanted something different. “That’s fine.” “Good. Shall we leave?” He headed to the door and opened it, looking out to see if the coast was clear. Then beckoning me forward we left. He walked me toward the elevator. As it opened he briefly rubbed the small of my back and gently pushed me forward into the filled space. I got in, turned and saw him walking away. The doors closed and I pressed for the lower level. Two floors down the door opened and a small crowd entered, pushing me backwards to the wall. It was then that I heard the grasp. Turning to my left I saw the round-freckled face boy that walked in on Tom and me. He turned a deep dark red and quickly looked away. It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Moving a bit closer to him I saw him begin to tremble. Reaching out a hand behind all the disinterested backs in front of us I found the front of his pants. As impossible as it seemed he tensed even more. He was hard. I gently stroked him, not wanting to scare him, as we descended. Then towards the end I released him and dipped into my pocketbook, withdrawing a business card. Before we all left the elevator I handed it to him. Whispering I said, “Call me and we’ll work on getting rid of that that little “problem” you have.” He simply nodded and watched as I left the elevator. By the end of the week, I had a new . My name is Sable, at least that is the name I work by. But it’s not that different than my real name. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a and in case it matters, I’m black. All the latter means is that various types of men pay me for sex. If I’m capable of it, I’ll do it, but I do have a few limitations, the most important being the use of condoms. In this business, that’s the one thing that is not optional, after all it would be a shame to work so hard and not be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor. I have a very diverse and yet very small clientele. Each one had his or her special turn-ons and fantasies. Overall, I have four or five important with an additional extra now and then. Not too many of them. I make enough with what I have to pay the bills and enjoy life and still like sex. Another drawback of this business is that some woman begin to hate sex and men because that is all we see from them and sometimes that brings out the worse in them and within one’s self. It can bring down a girl’s self esteem and I’m lucky to say that I have yet to experience that. When and if it happens, I’ll know that it will be the time to quit. But for now I’m just going to enjoy and share. I’m going to share with you some of the current in my life. You’ve just met Tommy, now it’s time for you to meet the most valued of my , simply because he is the richest. His name is Jimmy. Jimmy… Jimmy is a white older male in his early fifties, with an ex-wife, three , four grandchildren and three<b> houses </font></b>around the United States. To be honest, with what Jimmy pays me I don’t need anyone else, but a girl can never put all her stock in one investment, it wouldn’t be wise. I meet with Jimmy on Sundays. Right after his weekly golf game. This Sunday I have something special for Jimmy, a new adventure for us to share. In the “real world,” Jimmy is the man you go to for his decision making abilities. He controls everything in his life. A real control freak about work. However, playing the role of man-always-in-charge doesn’t come without consequences, a side effect for which he comes to me to counteract. You see, with me Jimmy can surrender all his control. He comes to me to be manipulated and used like he uses the hundred or so people within his professional and personal life to get what he wants. He becomes my sex slave, my bitch and he better obey or I will spank his ass so hard he’ll beg for my forgiveness. This week we are going to take part in the ultimate dominate-submission role-play there is. Today I’m going be lil’ Jimmy’s momma. And if he doesn’t be a good little boy and obeys orders, he’s going to have to be punished. I was waiting for him as he walked through the door. There he stood with his plaid golf hat and matching shirt with kaki pants. As soon as he set eyes on me his jaw dropped, as did his golf clubs, cluttering to the floor. Time to play. I think the most shocking part for him was the fact that I was dressed and made up to look exactly like his very own mother, from the clothes to the hair. A man as rich as Jimmy has had his success story documented time and time again and there where more than enough references out there that showed a little of his childhood and pictures detailing how he became the man he was today. In my research I found two pictures with his mother and her style was the same in both. She wore a black dress buttoned up to her neck with white lace trimming the ends around her neck and her wrists. There was no skin showing except her hands and face. Her shoes, which peaked out from her long hem that nearly touched the ground, were large and boxy, resembling men shoes of today. Her hair was pulled up, braided around her head like a crown. She was probably the one who taught him, by example, the art of taking control. She looked like a stern woman, domineering in fact. She was probably the only person in his life that he ever truly obeyed. When I’m through with him, he will not be able to think of his real mother without having the ultimate hard-on; the fact that I’m not actually her is irrelevant. “Didn’t I tell you to be home at six o’clock tonight? It’s six fifteen and you are late!!” Standing there with each hand on a hip I ordered him to come to me. He obeyed without question. There was a look on his face I’ve never seen before in all our years together. I couldn’t quiet read it but I could read the excitement in his body and see the hardness in his pants. I made a wise choice. He rushed to me and fell to his knees. He lightly began kissing my feet and begging for my forgiveness. “Please, mommy!" he said. “I’m sorry. I won’t be bad again. Please forgive me for my insolence. Please don’t punish me.” But it was too late. One must teach this boy respect for his momma and her rules. He must pay the price when he is a bad bad boy. He gently fell to the floor in a silent whisper. I watched as he bent low, kissing my ankles when I ordered him to keep his back straight. This made his back arch and his ass poke outward, a position I’m quite familiar with as a woman. I quickly stepped back causing his face to fall into the floor. Raising my shoe I forcibly pressed his face into the ground, prohibiting any movement. “Bad bad boys need to be punished for disobeying their mothers and making them worry. How dare you deify me? I know where you were. You were with that slut Tracey weren’t you? Doing filthy things with that filthy slut!” “No, no I didn’t I swear. I lost track of time!” I changed positions and instead of holding him down I used my foot to press against his head, pushing him back. Circling him I then used my foot against his side to turn him on to his back. My eyes followed the path of his soft fleshy body. The hardest thing on him is the one thing that caught my eye; the tent in his pants now obtained the attention of my shoe. Lightly pressing down on the stiffened pole I increased the pressure. “Liar!” I screamed. “What the fuck is this? Why the fuck is your dick hard if you weren’t fucking that bitch, huh?” “I swear mother I wasn’t. I wasn’t. It’s not for her.” “It’s not for her? Then who is it for? Is it for me you lil bastard? You filthy lil boy. Do you want to fuck your mother? DO YOU?” He said nothing he just laid there crying. “You do know what we do to little bad boys who want their mother’s pussies, don’t you?” He said nothing, still, softly weeping. I lifted my skirt and straddled his body, one foot on each side and moved up until he was looking directly up my skirt. I wore no panties. He saw my glistening pussy and his nose flared as he tried to inhale my scent. Bending at the knees I squatted down over his face. Not enough to make contact, but if he wanted to he could have a little taste, but I had a feeling that he wouldn’t take the risk. “Give me your belt you filthy lil boy. Momma's gonna have to teach you a lesson.” His eyes stayed glued to cocoa brown pussy lips as he unleashed the belt buckle. “Yes…Mother.” Taking the belt, I held the ends together and I snapped it sharply making him jump. His eyes left my moist cavern and found the object of his objection. Then stretching the belt out to its entirety, I slow brought the soft leather to that moist heat. He stared, awestricken, as the hard strip found its way in between my folds. Onward he watched as I moved it back and forth, slowly darkening it even further with each slide. The rough friction was intoxicating, after a few steady strokes I had to stop in fear of cumming right then and there and losing all of my control. “Get up.” I ordered. He struggled to obey. As he stood before me humbled and trembling I circled him slowly surveying him as I went. I ordered him to strip. When he protested he quickly got a short snap of the belt on his ass. No more protests came forth. Piece by piece items fell to the floor, revealing a bit more of his secrets, including the massive hard-on he was sporting. When nothing left concealed him, I stared at the protruding member. My look was critical and the longer I stared the more it seemed to jump uncontrollably. I took a step forward. He took a step back. My hand whipped out fast grabbing him by his balls. “You dare move from me boy? I’m your mother and you must always obey me.” I ordered as I slowly began increasing the pressure of my grip. He moaned in frustration but he stood still. “Yes ma’am!” “Yes what?” “Yes… Mother…Ma’am?” I loosen my hold, but not my grip. Instead I moved toward his dick and I began to stroke it. “What’s this?” “My dick.” “Your dick? What’s wrong with it?” “Nothing. It’s… it’s hard, Mother Ma’am.” “It’s hard?” Up and down, slowly I moved, he was on the edge, I had to be careful. “ Why is it hard Jimmy? Have you been a bad baby boy? You were lying weren’t you? You’ve been with Tracey haven’t you? You been with that slut, that slut of a girl, haven’t you? “No.” “Haven’t you?” “No!” “Lair.” “Why else would your dick be hard if it wasn’t for her? I bet you and her were in your car or some cheap hotel fucking. Weren’t you? Moan. No answer. “Did you put your hard thick dick in her pussy, humm? Did she open her thighs, waiting for you, moist and wet, wanting your big thick cock to full her up? I bet you did and I bet you liked it didn’t you, you filthy little boy?” “Did she suck it, did you make her wrap her soft lips around your hardness? Did you fuck her mouth with this thing? Did you fuck her pussy and her mouth with your lustful big dick Jimmy? Did you? Did you?” “No…no…” he panted with the images I painted running through his head. “Lair! Why else would you be so damn hard, why else would you disgrace me, your mother, so badly?” “You fucked her didn’t you? Wait until I tell your father what a nasty little boy we have, sticking his dick in any willing hole he can find, even a slut’s!” “No I swear I didn’t touch her, not like that. We kissed a little.” “She kissed your dick?” “No.” “You kiss her pussy then? You ate her?” “No, oh god.” “Then why are you hard?” “I told you, it’s not for-” he stopped abruptly, tensing. I stopped too; I stopped stroking him and looked him in his eyes. “Ohhhhh. That’s right. It’s for me. Does little Jimmy want to fuck his mommy with his big cock? You incestuous slut. That’s it isn’t it? You want to fuck me, you want to put your dick in my pussy, you want to fuck me and cum inside of me don’t you? You want to fuck the place you came from don’t you? Don’t you? What the hell makes you think a worthless bad boy like you deserves my pussy? What makes you think you are good enough? But you want to try, don’t you? You want mommy, don’t you? You want mommy’s yummy wide pussy wet and open, don’t you?” My strokes became intensive, moving at the steady rhythm of my words. “No… oh god… yes, yes Mother Ma’am I want to fuck… please let me fuck you mommy, please. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll promise just let me… just let me…” He came. Massive globs of white sticky juices shot from his dick, upward landing on my dress in various designs. “Uhhhhh.” I screamed, releasing him and jumping back in disgust. “You nasty little boy! On your knees now!” He fell almost instantly. “You ruined my best dress! Clean it, now! Eat all of it off of me, now!” He began carefully licking off his juices from my dark skirt. I watched as he found every spot and I pointed out a few he missed. He didn’t complain. He simply obeyed. When it was all gone I looked down at my wet dress. “You idiot. It’s still wet. I can’t wear a wet dress! Take it off of me now!” He obeyed again- pulling the hem up over my legs and over my head. I stood before him in a chemise and long white slip. My white stockings clung to the shapeliness of my legs, held up by the garter belt hidden from view. I was his mother to a T, with a few exceptions. One was the fact that a portion of the chemise was cut out so my hard nipples were displayed for his pleasure. The other exception became clear as I turned my back to him and he learned my slip had no back. Instead it was designed like an apron. It had ties that you wrapped around your waist. From the front the slipped looked ordinary but as I turned my ass was displayed as well. Here he had a clear view of my garter belt and stockings, my bare ass and my moist uncovered pussy from behind. As I bent before him to pick up my “ruined” dress my thighs spread and he could see my wet hot pussy, begging to be fucked. His moan of pain was stimulating. Turning back toward him I looked down at him and saw that he was becoming hard again and the lust in his eyes was more pronounced. “Look at me! I’m still a mess. You’ve made me dirty, you filthy boy, now momma needs a bath and since you caused me to be dirty you will be the one to clean me off. Follow me!” I ordered as I again displayed my ass. I walked to the master bedroom and sat on the bed. Pointing to the bathroom I ordered him to begin a shower for me, for which he would bathe any offensive stains from my body. Within minutes it was ready. Standing, I made him undress me. First the top came off. His movements where unsteady as the tremble found its way back in his body. His hands somehow managed to Sablefly cup a breast now and then or find an ass cheek and even were so bold as to stroke the upper part of my thighs, so close to my honey pot. In the shower I made him get on his knees before me and wash me from the bottom up, beginning with my feet. The soft soapy towel felt wonderful as each stroke of my instep, my ankles, my calves and my thighs aroused me. Soon he dropped the towel all together, using just his soapy hands to wrap around my curvaceous thighs and up. He followed the curve inward toward my waist and out again as his hands found their way across to my hips. Of course he tried to wash the most sort after place on my body, but I ordered him not to. How dare he try and molest me with his dirty hands and dirty thoughts. This was an act of punishment, not pleasure, I informed him. Then he stroked and washed the panes of my tummy, losing himself for a moment in my belly button. Up his hands caressed me to the plumb mountains of my breasts, feeling their tightened peaks remain unmovable in their hardness. He stroked those too until I bid him to stop. Sitting back in the tub he looked up at me, awaiting his next order as water cascaded over his head threatening to drown him. Turning I provided him with my backside as he repeated the process on my back, again moving up my legs to the round curves of my ass. Here he became more detailed as he circled the protruding globes until finally he dipped inside to the valley between each mooned half and soaped and lathered me to the point of near organism as he played with the puckered little hole. Then upward he went, up the small of my back to the slenderness of my arms, my shoulders, and my neck. Now it was time for the final wash, the place I made him miss. Now it was time he learned to service his mother correctly. Turning back around I found him in the same position he was in when I first presented my back to him. This time I ordered him to sit on his hands. “You will no longer use your hands to clean this last spot. You will use your mouth. You will clean every inch of my pussy hole you can find using nothing but your tongue and lips and if you so much as raise your hands or show any ounce of enjoyment I will tie you down to your bed and whip your little ass with that leather belt that is waiting for you. Is that clear?” Taking a deep ragged breath, he replied, “Yes, Mother Ma’am. I will lick your pussy completely clean, not leaving an inch untouched.” Smiling and nodding my approval I spread my thighs for his service. He slid closer for better access and I felt his hard dick slide against the inner side of my right leg. I decided to ignore the slow movements he made with his hips that allowed him to hump me gently, stroking himself, masturbating himself in “secret” against his mother’s body. Wider I spread my thighs so he could work his magic from the top of my mount to the connecting bridge that lay between my ass and my pussy hole. Sucking and licking, he ate my pussy in the most through matter imaginable, not leaving a centimeter of my cunt unlicked, unsucked, and unkissed. He had a remarkably long tongue that wormed its way deep into my moist center, moving in a way a dick never could, finding the edge of my g-spot and he licked just enough to leave me panting, almost begging for more before I remembered my role in all of this. Instead I pulled back, but he followed. Leaving my carven alone, however, he burrowed for my clit and wrapped his thick lips against it and pulled it inside where his tongue played with it, sucking me and stroking me in turns until it was all too much. I fell, from my position of power, against the shower wall behind him, nearing crushing him beneath me as I lost control. But in the end, it was he who caught me and made my landing gentler then it had to be. “I got you, mother.” He said as he held me against him on the tub floor, shielding me from the harsh water sprays. By now I felt his dick, not on my leg but between us, on the side of my stomach as I laid in an odd angle between his legs. Turning my head I kissed him. Our tongues glided and mated until wrapping his arms around me he rose to his knees and began to stand, lifting me with him. Adjusting, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he lead us to the bedroom. Still kissing him I grounded my pussy against his cock, this time it was my turn to hump him uncontrollably. I felt my world tilt as he rose on a leg onto the bed and used an arm to steady our weight. He slowly crawled into the center of the king size mattress. He reached under the pillow and pilled a square piece of foil. Lifting and turning me he position me on top of him as he continued to ravish my mouth. Straddling him I took control, put on the condom and slowly began to sink onto him, engulfing him in my pussy as I moved up and down riding him softly learning my way. Remembering who I was I said,” Jimmy baby? Do you like that? Is mommy’s pussy as hot and tight as you imagined it to be?” Moaning, his hands, which before were out to his side supporting us both so he could sit upright beneath me, found my waist and held me up, almost lifting me higher as he brought me back down on top of him. “Do you like fucking me? Is it good? You know if you fuck me good, maybe this time I’ll be your bitch rather than making you mine.” His grip tightened painfully and he thrusts became harder. Together we both moved, fucking each other. “That’s right, fuck me. Fuck momma. Fuck me like you always wanted. Fuck me until I scream, fuck me better than daddy.” His arms wrapped around me, finding my ass and squeezing, his mouth took hold of the nearest nipple and sucked as I bounced up and down on this thick-ass dick, fucking him as hard as I could in my now confined space. “Fuck me Jimmy! Fuck momma. Make me your bitch. Fuck me like I’m the bitch I am. Fuck me Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck mommy.” Groaning again I felt my world tilt and I was suddenly on my back. My legs were spread open and up to the side, spreading me wider than I ever thought possible as he lost control and rammed into me over and over and over again and again and again. He fucked me, pounding my pussy, rocking my world. The sounds coming from his mouth was like a wounded animal as he ripped apart my pussy with all his strength and might. It was therapeutic. No longer was he under the control of mommy dearest, maybe that will allow him to be less controlling to the ones in his life he loves now. Maybe. Finally he stiffened and bucked and sprayed. Reaching down I found my clit quickly I gave it three sharp smacks and I joined him in orgasmic bliss. After a few moments I felt him lightly kissing my ear. “God I love you, Sable. Thank you.” “You are welcome. Of course if you really want to show your gratitude you can always add a 20% bonus to the end of this week’s check? Therapy cost extra.” Laughing he kissed me again and said, “You got it baby.” My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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6/20/2017 10:13 am |
I really don't know what to comment. Words seem insufficient.  I've never (to my knowledge at lease ) ever used the services of a professional in that field. Hugs and kisses. Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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6/19/2017 12:17 pm |
Posting 3 stories today to make an even 100 on my blog. ENJOY! Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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