It was funny, I thought, thinking back while I walked home from college classes. Last night, after I gave Emmanuelle a huge orgasm by licking her, she bolted into her bedroom, embarrassed. I sat for a moment wondering if I'd gone too far, wondering again if this would get me in trouble with my parents or force me to move back home. But I had a feeling it wasn't. I had a feeling that Emmanuelle liked what I'd done.
I left her alone and disappeared into my room for the night.
I saw only glimpses of her over the next few days, usually in passing. It was almost as if she were avoiding me. I guess I wasn't really surprised. What we'd done was wrong on so many levels. But it was also right... it was perfect. She needed a man and I needed a woman. A real woman. An experienced woman.
On Monday night, I was alone when I got home. I tossed my coat and bookbag aside and went into my bedroom. I was horny as hell and needed some release. I lay on my bed, opened my laptop beside me, and opened up a page to my favorite porn site. I skimmed through the different videos, looking for something particular. I knew what I wanted to watch. I felt my cock getting harder and harder as I searched.
I finally found it and started playing the perfect video of a younger man seducing an older woman, in this case his own mother. I slowly removed my clothes as the video started, the man slowly forcing himself upon the woman. She fought him, weakly, and tried to appear like she didn't want it. But he knew she wanted it. He knew she was too hot to refuse him. She was a slave to cock and was going to be a slave to his.
My cock was rock hard as the man on the screen forcefully stripped her out of her clothes, first baring her breasts and sucking on her nipples. She moaned and tried to push him away but was overcome by her lust, helpless in his grasp. Then he moved down and forced her skirt up and pushed his hand inside her panties. She melted in his arms as he fingered her pussy, keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
I was stroking my shaft firmly as I watched him tease and play with his mother. She was utterly helpless and compliant as he dropped to his knees and pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, shoving his face between her thighs. The video zoomed in so I could see his tongue bathing her clit so thoroughly. Her moans excited me as I brought myself closer and closer to climax.
I was just laying on the bed, on top of my comforter, totally naked with my laptop beside me as I masturbated furiously. God it felt so good. I closed my eyes and just listened... the sounds of his lapping tongue, his lips sucking on her overheated flesh and her moans of encouragement. It made me think it was happening to me and it was turning me on so much.
I heard a little sound at my door, but didn't open my eyes. I guess I just thought I was alone still... or maybe I wanted what really was happening and didn't want to scare her away. It didn't take long for my orgasm to erupt and as it did, I opened my eyes. In the doorway, looking through the partially open door, stood Emmanuelle. Her hand was down the front of her skirt and she was obviously touching herself and watching me.
She didn't notice that I saw her at first and I watched her playing with herself, a soft moan escaping her lips that she tried to hold back. Her eyes were glued to my cock and my hand sliding up and down its long, hard length, cum dripping down it. I could see the desire in her, the need, as her hand moved faster under her skirt, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
When my hand stopped and our eyes finally met, she pulled her hand free, embarrassed and disappeared into her room, the door closing hard.
I smiled as I cleaned myself up with tissues, loving how excited I'd made her. I had cum hard... very excited about the prospect of things between Emmanuelle and myself. When I finished, I simply stayed on the computer until it was bedtime, watching more porn and leaving my door open, wondering what Emmanuelle was doing and wondering if she'd come back to watch me again. I was a little disappointed when I finally fell asleep at midnight and I didn't see her again.
When Wednesday rolled around, she was home when I came home from classes. It was just after 6:00 and the sun had set about thirty minutes before. It was dark outside and getting chilly. Emmanuelle was sitting in the living room, reading a book, with a fire crackling in the fireplace. She was sipping a glass of wine as I walked in the front door.
I hung my coat on the rack by the door and slipped off my shoes without either of us saying a word. I just stood there a moment, looking at her, until she finally set her glass down. I could tell she was scared... and excited.
"Vince, can we... can we talk for a second?" she asked, sitting up on the edge of the chair. She was wearing a long black dress with a modest, fake button-down front. Her feet were crossed but I could see she was wearing hose. I felt my cock surging to life. I didn't know if she'd dressed this way for work... or for me.
I licked my lips and walked towards her. "Sure."
She bit her upper lip, uncertainly. "What we did... the other day..."
"Yeah?"
"It was... a mistake. It was wrong. I want to... we need to move past it..." She was shaking as she grabbed her glass and took a long drink from it before continuing. "I'm sorry, but your mom and I..."
"... are friends," I interrupted, smiling softly. "I know that." I moved over to her chair and knelt on the floor in front of her. "But that doesn't matter," I said, pushing her chest so that she fell back in the chair with a whimper. I moved between her legs and put my hands on the outside of her calves, right where the dress ended.
Emmanuelle stayed back, almost as if she accepted defeat, accepted what I wanted, looking up at me in surprise. She obviously didn't expect me to become dominant.
"It doesn't matter... you're a single woman... I'm a single man." I slid my hands up her legs, taking her dress with them. I felt her shiver beneath me. "I know what I want," I said, as my hands slid up her thighs, pushing her legs apart. I felt and saw the tops of her stocking and let my hands drift onto the soft flesh above them.
I licked my lips as I looked down her body. I flipped her dress up, revealing her panty-covered mound. I could smell her excitement.
"Vince," she whispered, grabbing my wrists as if to stop me.
"I know you enjoyed it." My hands moved towards her pussy, slowly, her grip not resisting my actions. My fingertips traced a line first along the edge of her panties and then onto them. They were thin and frilly, so I knew that even my tender touch was felt.
"No... I...", she whimpered helplessly.
I smiled as my gaze lingered on her panties, admiring her, enjoying her, drinking in her sexuality. "I know you enjoyed watching me masturbate... enjoyed watching my hard cock. And I know you enjoyed me licking your pussy." She gasped as my fingertips slid over her clit, teasing it, and then slid lower. I could feel the wetness coating her panties, soaking them.
"Please..." she moaned softly. I couldn't tell if she was begging me to stop, or begging to feel my tongue on her pussy again.
I smiled and sat back from her for a moment. I stood and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up until she stood in my arms, looking up at me, flushed with excitement. I turned her around and pushed her towards the front door. Beside the door was a full-length mirror, one of her safety checks so she could check out her outfit before leaving the house. I moved her in front of it until we were staring at our reflections. I stood behind her, about a half a foot taller than her.
"Look at you," I said softly, holding her shoulders. "You're an incredibly beautiful woman. Your husband was an idiot." She shook her head and started to frown and pull out of my arms, obviously bothered by me mentioning her ex-husband. I knew I was losing her because of her own insecurities.
My fingers slipped into her hair and held her tightly in place. "If you won't see it for yourself, then I'll just have to show you." I pulled her head to one side and nuzzled into her neck, kissing, licking, and biting it. She shivered in my arms and watched me in the mirror. I moved against her, pressing my erection against her ass, making her whimper with desire.
Her hand lifted and cupped the back of my head, encouraging me. My free hand then went around her and roughly cupped her breast, squeezing it. I saw her close her eyes as she gave in to the feelings. Her mouth was open, panting with excitement.
My grip on her hair tightened for a moment. "Watch," I whispered softly in her ear and watched her eyes open and look at me in the mirror again. My hand moved from her breast to the zipper on her back and began pulling it down. She shivered again as it loosened on her body and my hand pulled it off one shoulder then the other until it fell off her arms.
Her dress fell to the floor and she was down to a black bra, panties, and silky, black, thigh-high stockings, making her skin look pearly white. It wasn't perfect skin nor a perfect body, but she was still sexy as hell.
"Beautiful," I whispered, my hand gripping her breast yet again, squeezing it teasingly, then grabbing her bra cup and roughly pulling it down. My hand grabbed her exposed breast and squeezed as her nipple slid between my fingers.
"Oh god..." she moaned softly, grinding back into me so that my cock slid along the crack of her ass. An ass that was barely covered with a thin strip of cloth through her split.
"So beautiful," I whispered as I flipped the clasp that was between her breasts and watched as they suddenly spilled out. She was a beautifully endowed woman with large, sensitive nipples. She fell back against me as both my hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.
"So fucking sexy! Look at your tits! Watch my hands tease them, watch me pull your nipples." She gasped as my fingers pulled her nipples away from her body, farther and farther, distorting her tits in the mirror. She bit her lip with desire as the pain and pleasure flowed from her nipple to her pussy. "You like that, don't you."
"Yes," she moaned, hesitantly, as I released her breasts and they snapped back into shape.
"You like watching me play with them, don't you?"
She bit her lip, embarrassed that she did. "Yes."
"Now watch your face. See how flushed you're getting as you get more and more turned on? You're so damn sexy!" I watched her looking at her body in a new way. She started seeing how sexy she was.
"Now," I said, pushing on her upper back to lean her towards the mirror. "Lean over... that's right, put your hands on the mirror." My fingers entwined in her hair and held her head firmly in place. I could feel her shivering as my hand glided over her skin onto her smooth ass. We locked eyes as I grabbed her panties and pushed them down until they fell at her feet.
