Just as I walked into the house from work my wife shouts, "Michael, my Mother called".
My heart dropped to my stomach and I answered, hoping that my excitement didn't betray me.
"Yeah, what does she want now?" Trying to sound composed.
"She told me that she needs you to come over and take a look at her dryer. She said that it's doin' the same thing that ours was doin' a couple months ago, remember?" She recalled.
My cock started to swell as I thought about how hungry Jean was for my cock. I could feel my ears get hot as my blood pressure was surely increasing. I hope Denise didn't notice how red they were getting. The vision of those massive tits and jutting nipples formed in my thoughts. I just love those big tits. It has only been a couple of days since our last go round. Jean must really miss having regular sex to call for me to come back so soon.
"Michael, are you listening to me or what?" She yelled.
"Yeah, yeah I hear you." Snapping out of my trance.
"You know that its gonna take several hours to fix. When does she want me to do it?" I asked.
"Well you're not doin' anything tonight and you'll just be in the way here. I wanna do some cleaning and I can't stand lookin' at you sittin' there watchin' TV all night long. Besides, it'll do you good to do something with your life, like helpin' my Mom." She said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay I'll go, what time does she want me?" I said in the most bothered tone I could muster.
"The sooner the better, go right after dinner." She directed.
I ate dinner like someone that was starving to death.
"Honey, you're gonna get heartburn if you gulp down your food like that." Denise observed.
"You know that's just the way I eat." I said in actuality.
"I know you eat fast, but it looks like you can't wait to get over there." She teased.
"Oh yeah, your Mother's house is just the place I want to spend the evening, under her washer." I said contemptuously.
"It's her dryer ding dong, not her washer. Hey are you alright? You're sweatin' up a storm." Having a puzzled look on her face.
"And if you don't wanna go, don't go!" She quipped.
"I'm goin', I'm goin', wouldn't want you to say that I didn't like doin' your Mother."
I almost choked when I heard myself say that.
"Get a hold of yourself man, you're gonna ruin everything if you're not careful." I scolded myself.
I just hope that that last comment went over her head. Grabbing my jacket I left through the garage taking some tools to make it look good.
"I'll be back in a few hours, call me if you need me." I said and off I drove.
As I drove, my 'big' head was havin' a discussion with my 'little' head. On one hand, my 'big' head pointed out that what I was doin' was just downright wrong. It's my wife's Mother for christ sake. She's 56 years old. You could give her a heart attack. She could give you one. I'm married. She's married. My father-in-law would have his son beat my ass. My wife would divorce me. Take my kids away. And all of the rest.
But on the other hand my 'little' head was throbbin' and pointing out that first of all Jean was a hot piece of ass. She wants me and she tells me that she does. She sucks my cock like her life depends on it. Great big luscious yummy titties. Enormous hard, pink nipples. Stickin' straight out at me. Callin' me. Hot, juicy, willing, grateful pussy.
Pulling up the driveway I decided that my 'little' head made a better case. Getting out of the car, I covered the front of my pants with my jacket, hiding my erection. I headed, as usual, to the backdoor, which Jean always left open when she was expecting company.
"Hello? Hello Jean?" I called.
"In here Michael. I'm in the living room." Jean answered.
Throwing my jacket over a kitchen chair and placing my toolkit on the table. I found her standing in the middle of the living room. She was wearing a black silk low-cut negligee. Her hard nipples looked as though they would poke right through the flimsy material.
"Oooooooo someone's been shopping. You look soooooo very sexy." Complimenting her.
"Why thank you, but this old thing. I've had this for years." She said wryly.
I knew she was full-of-shit. She bought that special for me, but I sure wasn't gonna argue with her about it. My cock throbbed and needed relief and I wasn't gonna spoil that from happening.
"Now, c'mere Michael, I've been waiting for you all day." Her voice was shuddering with lust.
I practically ran into her arms. We kissed deeply and passionately. We sucked at each other's tongues. My hands went to her voluptuous tits and squeezed them. She moaned into my mouth as her hands rushed to my belt and zipper. I pulled and pinched her nipples. It was just pure raw animal passion that overtook us. When my pants hit the floor, her hands moved to the waistband of my underwear. In one motion she stripped them down and dropped to her knees engulfing my cock in the burning wetness of her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhh Yessssssss Jean, suck it. That's it Jean. Suck my cock. You're my baby cocksucker. Aren't you?" Holding her head in my hands.
"Mmmmmmm...Hmmmmmm." Was all she could get out as my cock filled her sucking orifice.
As she sucked, she pumped her hand up and down the length of my shaft. Hungrily consuming my cock as she jacked me off. Placing her hands on my asscheeks she encouraged me to fuck her mouth. I started to pump my cock into her mouth in earnest.
"Oh Jean, I'm Gonna Cum. Oh Yeah Baby. Oh Yeah. Right NOW! AHHHHH YESSSS! NOWWWW JEAN! NOOOWWWWW!" I howled.
"Mmm-Hmm...Mmm-Hmm." She replied as she squeezed my buttcheeks and pulled me into her.
I unleashed a torrent of cum that was building up since Denise told me that her Mom wanted me to come over. Jean must not have a gag reflex because she took every thrust of my cock deep down her throat and swallowed every drop of my thick cum. Grabbing hold of my cock again, she loving licked and sucked every trickle that escaped from the slit of my cock. Like a cat cleaning itself. Kicking my pants to the side and stripping off my shirt I said,
"Oh Man, I gotta sit down."
I flopped onto the couch. Jean looked down at me with lust filled eyes. Apologetically I said,
"I'm sorry Jean. I just couldn't help but cum. You suck so good, I couldn't hold back."
"Oh don't worry about that Michael. I wanted you to cum in my mouth. I've been thinkin' about how you would taste ever since the first time I had your cock in my mouth." She said lustily.
