Loos Delicious!

Mrs. Mortley was my mom's best friend; their friendship dated back to primary school. We lived only a street away, so mom and Mrs. Mortley visited each other's home regularly. I used to accompany mom when I was a kid, but when I turned fourteen I stopped going. I liked Mrs. Mortley, she'd always been nice to me and there was always a little gift to be had.

Although I'd stopped going there five years ago, the gifts hadn't stopped; these days they were mostly things like ice cream or chocolate, things she'd baked or a book or CD. I guess she got some kind of satisfaction out of this because she hadn't kids of her own and in her mind had adopted me.

I liked the way she smiled at me and lately her smiles had become more frequent and somewhat seductive looking - the way she set her lips. She also stared at me a lot, holding my gaze for several seconds with piercing eyes that appeared to be trying to tell me something important. Her change had brought about a change in me. I found myself eagerly looking forward to her visits and constantly thinking about her. Soon, whenever I thought about her and whenever I looked at her, my cock got hard.

There was no mistaking the mutual sexual interest and I was dying for an opportunity to present itself. Although I'd already been having sex regularly for nearly a year with two partners, I was not too good at chatting up or seducing women, and didn't have the guts or know-how to make the first move on this much older woman who was married and also my mom's good friend. The young women I was having sex with who were both a couple of years older than me, had come easily; it was they who had seduced me

Mrs. Mortley was chubby and short, only five feet tall, but with a nice shape and big round boobs that looked like they could stand on their own despite her being in her mid-forties. She was darkish brown and smooth, with a tiny mouth and nose on an oval face. Her black eyes always seemed to be radiating heat.

One day when I was in the supermarket getting some stuff for mom when I saw Mrs. Mortley. Her cart was packed with a lot of stuff that no longer, or hardly ever got eaten in our home. A year ago mom and dad had become vegetarians and health freaks!

I found myself staring longingly at the items in her cart and we got around to talking about food. She got out of me how I missed meat and some of the sweet stuff. Mom only relented two or three days of the week, by cooking some fish. The rest of the days were strictly vegetarian. And she had declared war on added sugar and some fats.

"Tell you what, if you can manage to drop by this evening I'll cook up something for you. But it will have to be our little secret, not a word to your mom or the other kids. I don't want her to be angry with me," she said.

"I can make it, I'll come by after football practice, about six."

"Good, it's a date - I'll sweeten you up darling," She said, gently squeezing my shoulder.

I was at the Mortley home at five minutes to six. Mrs. Mortley greeted me wearing tight, lilac, short shorts made of some light, soft, towel-like cotton. Above that was a matching tank top that hugged her obviously bra-less breasts.

"You made it, thanks for coming," she said.

"Is Mr. Mortley home?" I asked, casually. Guessing and hoping to hear the word no.

"No, he works out of town now. I thought you knew. He only comes home at weekends every fortnight. I'm so starved for company these days, so I'm extra happy that you're here."

As she walked away from me and into the kitchen I noted how the soft fabric fitted into the crack of her bouncing, plump buttock cheeks. My cock began to puff up as It crossed my mind that more than a meal might be possible that evening.

She quickly returned and started laying the table. As she bent over, placing the last dish of food on the table an idea and a moment of boldness came over me

"Looks delicious," I said.

"Thanks, I hope it tastes as delicious as it looks."

"I'm sure it does, but I wasn't talking about the meal." I explained.

"What do you mean?" she asked, turning to look at me.

"You look delicious, you should be on the table too," I said, putting my hand around her waist and drawing her close.

She laughed out loud and leaned into me, allowing me to pull her down into my lap and onto the hard cock. She squirmed when her ample booty made contact with the heated wood, unashamedly grinding down hard on it and giving a little moan.

"I don't think there's enough space on the table for the amount of meat I have," she said chuckling.

"Don't be so sure."

I brought my hand all the way up to right under her boobs, touching their soft, unharnessed undersides. I got up, lifting her up into a standing position in the process. Holding her with one hand I began to clear the dishes and plates away to one side of the table in a heap with the free hand. I leaned over, placed my hand under her knee and swooped her up. I placed her on the table, chubby legs facing me. I pulled the legs apart and got between them.

Leaning forward, I reached out and raised the halter up and over the big, soft and surprisingly upstanding, big, meaty balls; there was almost nothing flabby or winded about them; they barely leaned a little to the sides. I took a plump, distended nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard, making her wince. After a while I moved over to the other one and gave it the same rough treatment. She now seemed to be enjoying it and was rolling her fleshy hips under me as I pressed down on her crotch. She raised her short legs and wrapped them around me.

When I hooked my fingers into the elastic waist of the short shorts she was wearing she eagerly raised her ass off the table to allow me to take them along with her panties, off with ease. I leaned over and buried my face between the thick, smooth and firm, round thighs, my nose and mouth smashing into the rich, brown muffin. She pushed upward to meet my face and spread wide for me, but she quickly brought her legs back together, clamping my head as I bit into the clean shaven vulva. She howled. I raised up and looked into her eyes.

"Delicious, you seasoned this meat well," I said, smiling.

She laughed heartily, her soft slightly flabby belly jiggling like a nudged bowl of jello. I revisited the pussy and after licking it long and slow for a while stuck my tongue into the hot slimy hole. She moaned pleasurably and when I put my lips around the clit and drew it into my mouth, she screeched out loud. As she bucked and wriggled against my face, her juices flowing copiously I sat in the chair at the table and I ate her fat pussy voraciously until she gave a long shriek and began to cum hard, smashing her crotch upward against my face.

When she was finished cumming I lifted her up and off the table and put the food back in the order she'd placed them previously.

"Now, I'll eat the other meat," I declared.

She laughed out loud.

"You're something else, Eddie boy. You're much more experienced than I would have imagined - my god!" she said, putting her hand to her mouth and looking at me wide eyed.

She started to put her clothes on but I told her to remain as she was. We ate, almost in silence, each one, I think eager to be finished with that part of the evening. After the hurried and lightly partaken meal we moved to the living room and sat on a big couch. She poured us some wine and we indulged in a little small talk, mostly about us and when we each realized that we were sexually attracted to each other. She told me she'd been wanting me for years, but decided to restrain herself until I was legally of age.

I got up and began slowly taking off my clothes. She gasped at the sight of my rampant cock, and as soon as I was completely naked she reached out and took me into her hungry mouth. She went at my cock with the same brutal roughness I'd shown her boobs and pussy, saliva running down freely. I found that I liked it that way. She shook her head rapidly from side to side as she chewed, sucked and licked my cock and balls.

I held onto her head and began to fuck her mouth roughly causing her to gag repeatedly. She leaned back all the way, raised her chubby legs high and spread wide. I lowered myself and without the help of either my hands or hers, found her entrance and ploughed into it. I leaned forward and grabbed the back of the chair as I worked my waist artfully, hammering her slick pussy from varying angles. She bucked and wined under me with equal passion and enthusiasm.

I picked her up, and with my hands gripping her fat buttocks and her legs wrapped around my waist and hands clinging to my neck I raised and lowered her with a steady pace on my stiff cock. When I felt I was near explosion I walked over to a wall and braced her back against it as I allowed her to lower her legs to the floor. I crouched in dog-like fashion because of her height and began firing away with hard jabs into the dripping pussy. I came hard, slamming her back against the wall with every jerk that followed a spurt of hot semen.

When I finished, we were both sweating. She suggested we take a shower together. We remained under the water for about fifteen minutes, occasionally wrestling and tickling each other.

After we had dried our bodies she led me to her bedroom, and as I lay on my back she straddled me and fitting my cock lengthwise between spread folds of pussy lips she sat down hard and began making quick, sharp, back and forth, jerking movements, leaning forward so her clit could get into the action as she rubbed along the length of hard cock without allowing penetration. I reached up and grabbed handfuls of soft boobs and massaged them with gusto as she rode me. She rode for about fifteen minutes before she broke into shivers as another orgasm claimed her nerves.

She rolled off of me onto her back, breathing hard. I turned onto my side and licked a big, damp bubby, then made circular movements with my face as I pressed it into the softness. I licked her chest between the big balls before setting my head down between them. I brought both bubbies to rest against the sides of my face as I repeatedly deep-breathed and exhaled the sweaty sweetness in that dark alley. She moved her hands to my pecs and began tweaking my nips hard as she rubbed her knee in my crotch.

I felt her nudging me in the ribs and I rose up and shifted my body between her thighs. Lying between her legs I let my mouth find hers and began a long, deep kiss as her fingers tugged at my cock and placed it smack between the thick lip folds at her entrance.

My cock remained there until the end of the extended kiss. I made a sudden, forceful thrust and slid into her, pressing forward hard until I was buried to the hilt. She made a loud hiss and wrapped her stumpy legs around mine as if trying to keep me from getting away. Still buried to my pubic hair in her pussy I began to wind in a circular motion against her thick vulva and she shook her head from side to side slowly in obvious pleasure.

I started to move back and forth in her with short jabs. She unwrapped her legs, raised them high and wide and pulled them back with hands under the knees. I read the cue and let loose a series of long hard thrusts that rocked the bed noisily. I pumped into to her furiously until she was moaning and grunting loudly with every thrust.

I kept up the persistent hammering for a long time, maybe twenty minutes, until she was sweating profusely and alternating between grinding her teeth and opening her mouth wide and blowing like she'd eaten hot pepper. She got into the act, bucking and thrusting upward and winding against my strokes.

I turned her over onto her belly and she reached back and spread the fat buttock cheeks as I centered my cock and entered the pink hole. I began hitting hard, lustily admiring the way the fat, round cheeks bounced and jiggled. I slapped them hard a couple of times and she laughed out in enjoyment of the stinging sensation. I reached under and sunk both hands into the big bubbies as I pummeled the sweet thick pussy from behind. When I started to cum she got onto her knees and raised her ass high, her face buried in the mattress. I grabbed her hips as I shook and emptied young juice into Mrs. Mortley's mature hole.

We lay on our backs side by side panting and holding hands. She had one leg thrown across my belly.

"I'll cook for you again tomorrow, Eddie," she said.

"Thanks, I'll drop by earlier though."

I got up and went in search of my clothes.