Friday finally arrived. I had been in such a heightened state all the rest of that week, thinking about the thrill of being with him, replaying the size and shape, the feel and taste of Donny's incredible penis. I had jacked off mercilessly twice, even though I promised myself I would wait for him; I couldn't help myself.
I dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt, commando style for quick access, and drove over to his place. I parked across the street and walked up to the door. My heart was pounding. The door swung open almost as soon as I knocked. Donny was dressed nicely, matching my outfit almost exactly. I wondered briefly if he was commando as well. He invited me inside.
We chit chatted briefly as we entered the living room, which appeared to be in a time warp; totally 70s.
"Donny?" his mother called from the other room.
"Steven's here." He called back over his shoulder. "I told her you were coming. I have almost no friends over anymore." He confided to me quietly.
His mother appeared at the door, dressed in a housecoat that was the total match for the dΓ©cor. She was shuffling a bit with a walker, but otherwise looked quite hale and hearty. I moved to greet her and shake her hand.
"Hello Mrs. ....." I paused realizing only then that I didn't actually know Donny's last name. " ...Mrs. Donny's mother." She smiled. I caught Donny react a bit out of the corner of my eye. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. ..."
"Anderson." She said with a bright, mischievous smile. "Katherine Anderson. Lovely to meet you as well." She hadn't let go of my hand. "Donny brings so few of his friends around." she told me, with a quick glance at Donny. He said nothing.
Katherine really was lovely. She was middle to late 60s, 5'-8" maybe, dark hair going grey throughout, large bright blue eyes, and had fairly large breasts, which was all that could be gained from studying the shapeless, zip-front, floral housecoat that hung from her breasts almost to the floor. Her nipples were obviously erect, as two long pleats of fabric hung from each one clear to the floor.
Donny helped her to a chair and I sat opposite. He offered a beer which we both accepted and he left us to chat in the living room. We chatted about me and my business, my life, marriage, divorce and kids. I asked her about her and Mr. Anderson and got the entire story of her life right up to that moment. Donny had returned somewhere in there with 3 bottles of beer and by the end of her dissertation mine was empty.
"So how long have you two been friends?" she asked me.
"Not long. Couple of months is all."
"Where did you meet?" 'Here we go', I thought. The interrogation starts. I opted to be open and blunt. If she wanted to know, I would tell her.
"Well we met at Starbucks, but had actually, I guess, met online, reviewing each other's writing."
"You're a writer?" she asked.
"Only amateur status really. Fiction mostly. Nothing published in print."
"I've never read your writing." She told Donny, turning her attention to him. Donny said nothing.
"Well, like me it's only amateur stuff. He's quite good, but nothing that you would have seen and heard about really." Her focus remained on her son.
"I'd like to read some of it someday."
We sat and chatted for quite a while. I liked her, she was straight and to the point, so I opted to be the same. I was frank about my family and my divorce. No girlfriends just now. Lots of friends but nothing serious. A couple of times, Katherine made comments about Donny not being serious about anyone either, that he spent a lot of his time alone; comments like that.
"Katherine." I said aloud. "Katherine sounds awfully formal. Do you go by a nick name by chance? Kathy? Kate? Katie?" She wrinkled her nose at this last one. I smiled.
"Kathy sometimes." She said. "Or Kate. Ander, my late husband called me Kay."
"Ander?" I asked. "Your husband's name was Ander Anderson?" She smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, yeah. Make fun. Everyone did when they first met him."
"Well, easy to remember. And memorable."
"He was also 6'-8" tall and 250 pounds, so yeah. Hard to forget."
"He sounds like a 'Big Guy'." I said glancing at Donny.
At a lull in the conversation, Donny jumped in.
"Feel like a soak?" he asked me. "We were thinking of using the hot tub." He said turning to his mother.
"Sure, sounds wonderful. Help yourself." Donny practically shot to his feet.
"Do you go in the hot tub, Mrs. Anderson?" I asked her.
"Please, call me Katherine." She said. "Or ..." Her eyebrows raised questioningly.
"Kat?" I asked after a moment's thought. "Does anyone call you Kat?"
"Never." She told me, a smile growing. "No one has ever called me 'Kat'." The smile lingered. I smiled as well.
"Would that be okay?"
"Yes, fine" her eyes sparkled a bit. 'I was right', I thought, she was flirting with me just a bit.
Donny and I got up and went through her bedroom to the outside deck where the tub was. It was completely enclosed and hidden from the outside world. There were hooks on the wall for holding robes and such and we quickly and quietly kicked off shoes, peeled off shirts and finally, almost at the same time dropped our pants.
"Ooooh! There you are!" I said to his massive cock. "Hello lover!" I moved closer and ran my fingers over the length of his huge cock. I leaned in and we kissed briefly. "God I love your cock baby!" I held it up between us as we kissed deeply. It reached my chest. Looking into his eyes in leaned over, not too far, and kissed the tip, flicking my tongue over it. "I have been dreaming of this." I told him.
We settled into the tub and laid back opposite each other. The water was wonderful; very hot!! We relaxed and played footsy for a bit and then Donny's foot drifted up into my lap. I took hold of it and guided it to my erection. He moaned at the touch. His other foot cam up and I held them together and began fucking my cock between them.
"Oh Steven! Your cock is so awesome!" he told me quietly.
"Yeah? Well, I'm glad you like it.
I continued pumping in and out for a bit and then stood up to reveal my cock right at the level of the water. I was hard as a rock. Donny reached out to gently take me in his hands.
"Ooh yeah, baby! I love this hard cock." He told me. "Oh Steven. Feed it to me baby." He began to take me in his mouth. I stood with my hands on his shoulders and I began to thrust into his mouth. It felt so fucking good.
Looking over his shoulder, I noticed Kat moving into her room and laying down on her bed. She was facing directly at me. I looked around to try and gauge how bright it was inside versus the level of light on the porch. Could she see us I wondered.
"Oh Donny, baby. You suck cock like a champion, but I'm wondering if your mom can see us. She's in bed now." He lurched a bit and turned to check the sight line. I slid back into the tub, not wanting to upset anyone.
"I don't know." He said quietly. "It's pretty dark out here." His back was to me, as he kneeled on the bench with his arms on the edge of the tub, watching to see if she would look like she could see. I moved in behind him and slipped my hand between his thighs.
"Oooooh yeah. Give me that huge, gorgeous cock lover." I whispered, stroking my hand over his balls and out along the incredible length of his shaft. He moaned in surprise and excitement. "Oh baby. You're so big and hard for me." He didn't move, just let me move in close and stroke his enormous muscle.
"I want you in my mouth lover. I want to give you such a sexy blowjob right now. Feed me that big dick, Donny.