Her Domineering Mother

Her Domineering Mother

Richard had been living with his gorgeous, 40-year-old girlfriend for the past year, with her moving into his place. He'd been divorced for a while now, as was she, and they'd been dating pretty seriously for about a year before they decided to make the big leap and move in together. Richard knew it was a big step in their relationship, but he thought it was worth it. They were truly in love and he knew they'd get married some day soon.

They both had good jobs, both working long shifts during the week and took every opportunity to have their fun time on the weekend. It was rare that they had time off together during the week, since their schedules just didn't seem to permit it... when his job got slow, hers was ramping up with pressure, and vice versa.

Richard was mostly happy, with her, with their life together, and with their future, but was frustrated that they often went weeks without being able to have sex. Even so, they were still quite in love. He knew things would change.

Then the unthinkable happened to make everything start to become even more complicated.

It was early April, and Bethany, his girlfriend, announced that her mother was coming to live with them. Eva, her 65-year-old mother, had been living alone in Texas for the last ten years and was having trouble making ends meet. She wanted to move in with them until she found a more affordable place to live.

Richard had barely even met Eva, only when she made a couple holiday trips to visit. But nothing very extensive. She was a vary attractive woman, with a trim figure, keeping herself in very good shape by jogging every day. She had large breasts and was proud to show them off with every outfit she wore. Bethany said that that started not long after her father passed away.

Wanting to be fully supportive of Eva and of Bethany, Richard agreed, even after she told him he only had a week to get things ready. Work was slow, so he figured he could take a day or two off work to get the spare room ready and then a day or two off to clean up the basement, where he would have moved everything. Luckily, he was able to work from home most of the time, and just had to make sure he had the desk and computer all set up.

He started clearing out the bedroom on Tuesday, moving everything down to the basement. Eva was supposed to arrive on Wednesday night, so that gave him the two days to at least get her room ready. He was alone both days, with Bethany going off to work. Unfortunately, she couldn't help because she was extremely busy this week due to having to go to a training course all the way on the other side of the country for the next two weeks. She was flying out on Sunday.

Richard finished her bedroom a couple hours before Eva arrived, having the bed all set up and made, the dresser in place and the closet all cleared out. Bethany was home and started cooking dinner, then picked up Eva from the airport as Richard watched the food. She wanted to be there to see her mom and welcome her home.

They both walked in at about 8:00pm and Eva looked a little tired, but her eyes lit up when she saw Richard and hugged him close. With her long, grey hair, she looked older... motherly. But with her incredible outfit, showing far too much cleavage, and the incredible body not really hidden beneath her tight clothes, she looked much younger. Richard briefly wondered if her clothes had been painted on. He could feel the warmth of her body as she pressed it against him... a little too much and a little too long, he thought... but he figured she just thought of him as her son or something. They sat down to eat and Eva told them all about her plans for finding a place to live and what she was going to do in the meantime. She made sure to thank them both profusely for allowing her to stay with them.

All through dinner, Richard couldn't help but keep staring at her breasts. They were so... prominent. He prayed that he didn't get caught by either one of them. That would make things very uncomfortable.

The women had a good time talking and laughing and Richard sat there, along for the ride more than anything else, and they all slipped into bed at about 11:00pm. He was excited by Eva's extra-sexy display and moved his hands over Bethany's pajama-covered torso. He started stroking the underside of her breasts, teasingly, trying to get her excited. He loved her breasts. And he really wanted sex tonight. Eva's raw sexual display really upped his libido.

At first Bethany seemed interested, so he slid his hand along her thigh and up under her shirt, bringing his hand up to palm her breast and tease her nipple as he lay over her, kissing her. Richard felt her reach down, her hand stroking his rapidly growing erection with the palm of her hand.

"I'm sorry, Richard... but I can't tonight. I'm just too tired."

Richard didn't know why, other than just pure frustration, but he actually got mad at her. "You're always too tired," he said too loudly. "When in the hell am I going to ever have sex with you?"

He pushed away and turned away from her in a huff, pulling the covers up tightly.

Bethany turned towards him and put her arm around him. "I'm sorry Richard... let's try it."

"No," Richard cut her off, not as angrily. "Get some sleep." With that, he willed himself to sleep, with dark thoughts and dreams invading through the course of the night.

Bethany left early for work again the next morning and Richard stumbled out of bed, showered, ate breakfast and disappeared down into the basement again to work on arranging it for his office. He'd been working for an hour or so when Eva surprised him.

"Good morning," she said, standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching him. She was wearing a satin babydoll that she'd slept in, and it didn't hide much... it had spaghetti straps over the shoulders and came down low on her breasts, showing a lot of cleavage. It then fell to about mid-thigh, showing her long, bare legs. She looked incredibly sexy, leaning back against the railing, her hands down at her sides.

"Good morning," Richard said when he finally recovered enough to speak. He felt his body responding to her of its own volition and tried to hide it as best he could. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmmmm... it was nice... but could've been better." She walked towards him, slowly, her fingers touching various items that were scattered about as she went. When she got close, she picked up the computer mouse and turned it over and around in her hands, eyeing it seemingly closely.

"How so?" Richard asked innocently, returning to moving things around.

"I could've been ridden hard and put away wet," she said, giggling.

He looked up at her from where he was, bent over, his hands moving through a box. She held one finger at her lips, lightly sucking it while the other was playing with the hem of her nightgown. They seemed to stand there for a long time, just staring at one another. Slowly she pulled her nighty up and Richard watched it slide over her smooth body, rising until her beautiful pussy was displayed.

She was shaved bare and obviously excited, by the flush of her skin and the wetness of her lips. Richard knew he was staring... but he just couldn't help himself.

"I saw how you looked at me last night... so... hungry. Do you like what you see?" she whispered, opening her legs a little wider.

Richard didn't know how to respond. His mind was almost completely shut down as this older woman put herself on display for him, completely taking him by surprise.

"I know you want me. And it's been a while since I've been fully satisfied, Richard. Too long."

Thoughts of Bethany suddenly came to mind and Richard shook his head to clear it. "Well... I... um... suppose you'll find a... a... a boyfriend soon." He turned away and dug back into the box again, trying to clear his thoughts of that beautiful flesh... trying at least.

He felt her come closer, making him shiver with need and fear. He didn't think he could control himself much longer.

"I suppose you're right... I can always find some... oh, I don't know... random guy. But right now, I want you..." She grabbed his arm and lifted him up, turning him to face her. She was a little shorter than he, but seemed to have some kind of control over him. His body just seemed to give her whatever she wanted. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his t-shirt, then trailed down to his abdomen. She lifted herself onto the tips of her toes and kissed him just as her fingers found his cock through his sweat pants. The thin material did little to hide how excited he was and her fingers easily grabbed and held his shaft, stroking it slowly.

Richard was so startled that he kissed her back, her tongue tracing over his lips then teasing his own tongue. His dry spell with Bethany and Eva's actions were driving him crazy with desire and he could barely control himself. When she pulled away from the kiss, he lightly moaned in protest.

"Eva, we can't do this..." he started to say, surprise himself, but she only reached up, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into another kiss, harder this time. The palm of her hand stroked him and Richard felt himself moving quickly to a boil. He was breathing hard, barely able to get enough air because of her mouth smothering him. When she pulled away again, he protested for the last time.

"We can't. What if.... what if Bethany finds out?" he asked, panting.

She looked up at him, smiled, and left the question unanswered. He watched, helplessly, as she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him, looking at him the whole time. Her hands trailed down his body and as they passed his waist, they caught in the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His straining cock pushed from behind, bobbing in the air in front of her face.

She leaned in and let his cock rest against her face, it's length lying up to her forehead as she slowly licked his balls.

"I heard you and Bethany last night," she said, looking up at him around his shaft. "I listened through the door, hoping to hear you two fucking. But she didn't want to, so I know you need this just as bad as me."

Richard shuddered with excitement as he watched her lips and tongue trace up his length until she trapped the tip and engulfed it in the heat and wetness of her mouth.

"Oh my God," Richard whispered, overwhelmed by her seduction. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and slowly jerked him off while she sucked and licked the head and the sensitive underside. She was driving him absolutely crazy and his body was overheating quickly. But before he could cum, she pulled away and stood, still holding his shaft.

She used it like a leash, slowly pulling him up the stairs to her bedroom. She slowly led him to the bed and pushed, forcing him onto his back. His cock bobbed, throbbing in the air, he was so hard. Richard watched as she pulled her babydoll off and tossed it aside.

"Now that is sooo going to please me," she said, her fingers grabbing his cock again. She knelt on the bed straddling his thighs as she stroked him. Richard was amazed by her body. Her breasts were absolutely perfect with nipples that he would kill to suck. She brought her hands up and stroked them, knowing that was exactly what he wanted to see. Her fingers pinched her nipples, hardening them before his eyes as she licked her lips.

She smiled when their eyes met. "I love how you look at my body... like you want to eat me up. God it makes me so fucking wet." With a slight move of her body, she mounted him, forcing him deep inside her. She held still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness, her eyes closed, a huge smile on her face.

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned as she started sliding up and down his shaft, fucking him.

Richard couldn't describe how animalistic she became, thrusting down on him hard and then rising up to the tip, only to nearly fall back onto him again. All he really remembered was that for the next two hours he became her sex toy, doing everything she wanted in order to cum. And cum she did, from one right into another. Her stamina was incredible, as was her lust.

When she finally finished with him, she rolled off him and pushed, telling him to leave. She had such a smug, satisfied, dominant look on her face as Richard walked out the door, his spirit broken. He felt... used.

He quietly slipped back into the basement, dressed, and continued cleaning.

He was so embarrassed by what she did to him.... by what he let her do to him. He couldn't believe how good it felt and how easily he had succumb to her. He stayed in the basement until 5:00, knowing that Bethany would be home a little after. Then he came up the stairs quietly, hoping not to find Eva there. He silently made his way into the master bath, where he took off his clothes and slipped into the shower.

The hot water felt so good on his body and washed away all the guilt, grime, and cum, at least for now. Richard was washing his hair when he heard the shower curtain open and felt the cold rush of air with someone entering. Soap was in his eyes and he assumed it was Bethany, getting home from work. But when he felt unfamiliar hands on him, stroking him to unprecedented hardness, he knew he was wrong. He leaned his head back and rinsed the soap from his eyes and hair then saw Eva standing there, completely naked.

She put her hands on his chest and somehow urged him to get on his knees. Richard had no idea how she held such power over his body, but he followed the motion and found himself staring at her beautiful, shaved pussy, mere inches in front of his face. Without a word, she stepped forward and pushed her cleft into his face, his mouth instantly covering her pussy.

Wordlessly, she ground herself against him, forcing him to lick her without ever uttering a command. Richard felt the water spraying over him and heard Eva's soft moans echoing off the shower walls.

"Richard?" Bethany said from downstairs, just getting home.

Richard felt a flush of panic but Eva held him still. She was almost giddy with the potential of being caught and held his face tightly against her.

"Hi Richard, I'm home," Bethany called from the bathroom door, opening it a little.

Eva released his face just enough for him to answer. "Hi babe, I'll be done soon." Then she gently and easily pushed his tongue back inside her, sighing softly, and ground her hips up and back against him. It was as if she was trying to get off with Bethany right there.

"I'll be downstairs making dinner," Bethany called, leaving us alone once again.

Wordlessly, Richard grabbed Eva's ass tightly and let his tongue dig deep inside her. He was going to make her cum.

"Mmmm... yes," she sighed.

*****

Richard was tired when he finally finished cleaning up for the night. He knew it would be one more day of cleaning and then he could actually log in to the computer and get some work done. He wondered if he would be able to work at all with Eva in the house, torturing him, and briefly thought of just going into the office and getting away from her.

He felt his body respond as he envisioned the things Eva might make him do throughout the day and it drove him crazy. He could feel himself getting excited, flushed, his heart rate zoomed and his cock stood at full attention. He laughed to himself, knowing that this couldn't last.

It was late and Bethany had already gone to bed a couple hours ago. Richard knew she'd be out cold by this time, the heavy sleeper that she was. He walked up the stairs, feeling his hardness rubbing in his pants. He wished he'd gone to bed with Bethany, wished that he could have made love to her to relieve this tension.

He walked through the kitchen and headed up the stairs to the second floor, the house dark and quiet. He didn't even know what Eva was doing, since he'd been keeping himself away from her for the last couple hours. When he got to the second floor hallway, he could see that the light was on in Eva's room and that her door was partially open. He could feel his hands begin to sweat and his body shake. His mouth grew very dry as he wondered what she was doing.

He walked down the hallway slowly, trying not to make any noise as he approached her door. Her room was on the opposite end of the hallway from the master bedroom, so he didn't have much of an excuse for being there if he got caught. He heard soft gasps as he neared and wondered what she was doing. As quietly as he could, he peered around the doorframe, slowly, trying not to make any noise or attract any attention.

What he saw, totally shocked him and took his breath away. Eva was laying on the bed, pillows propped behind her, her right hand was between her legs, brazenly stroking herself, while her left was squeezing her breasts. She was only wearing black pantyhose, with nothing on underneath, and Richard could see her thighs flex and the fingers circling beneath the sheer material. She was masturbating and softly moaning.

"I know you're out there, Richard," she said after a few moments. He must've made a noise and didn't realize it. "I know you're watching me... watching me touch my pussy... watching me finger his sweet little cunt and making it so wet."

She looked at him and smiled as she caught him looking around the doorframe.

"Oh I fucking get so wet knowing you're watching me." She licked her lips and pushed her thighs wider apart. Her fingers were thrusting deeper as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. She bit her lower lip. "Come here... I need you."

Richard gulped loudly, knowing that he was getting in way over his head now. He knew that if he did this, there would be no turning back. He knew that she would have him, hook, line, and sinker.

His head said no and tried to convince him to walk away, walk down the hall to the safety of his own bedroom where his loving girlfriend waited. But his body took full control over him and before he knew it, he was inside the doorway, standing there, just watching her.

"Close the door," she panted. Her fingers moved in circles. "Fuck, I've been waiting for you."

He grabbed the door handle and gently and quietly closed the door. He turned around, almost prepared to stop this insanity, almost prepared to just walk away and tell her that this was wrong... but when he saw her madly fingering herself, on the verge of an orgasm, he just stood there dumbfounded.

"Oh, God... oh, God," she moaned, her fingers moving rapidly underneath the pantyhose. While he just stood there, mere feet from this older woman, from the mother of his girlfriend, she came, her hips thrusting up, her body shaking with pleasure. Richard felt his own body react to her, his heartbeat quicken, his breathing quicken, his cock become a raging hardon, bursting at his zipper.

She was breathing heavily when she finally opened her eyes. "Come by the bed," she said forcefully and Richard complied without hesitation, now standing between her legs. She sat up, her feet falling to the ground on either side of his legs. "Kneel," she commanded. He felt his knees bend and his body move to the floor until he was just a little lower than her.

She brought her wet fingers up and held them in front of his face. "Open wide," she smiled. When he did, she slipped her fingers into his mouth, giving herself, her taste, to him. Richard had to admit she was so sweet. It was a pleasure to taste her. He let his lips close on her fingers, let his tongue slide across and between them, gathering up her luscious juices. He didn't remember when, but he closed his eyes to savor her.

"That's it. You're such a nasty man, aren't you, sucking my cum off my fingers like that."

When he opened his eyes again, she was right in front of his face. Her right hand snaked behind his neck and held him tightly as her fingers fucked his mouth.