It sure as hell did not start this way. I don't even remember it happening. But here it is. "I love cock!" I muttered out loud. I glanced around. My hand trembled against the paper cup. Nobody heard me I noted as I glanced around the coffee shop. I glanced back to the boy behind the counter. He looked to me, his face breaking into a smile. I grinned back, dipping my eyes to give a sultry look.
My mind whirred again. "Cock!" it screamed. Glancing at the clock, 7:43am. Two minutes. He would be available. What had I become. A slut? A fucking, horny, cock slut. My wetness crept into my slit. I could feel it, warm, wet, seeping into my crotch. In 5-minutes, I would have his glorious cock between my cunt lips, holding the bathroom counter, being hammered by his magnificent, beautiful cock. "Oh God," I groaned out loud. I grew flush. Would anyone hear me whimper, hear his hips slam against my flesh? I pulled my legs together hard, pinching my clit. Shifting just right, I could massage my clit. I quickly glanced to the clock. Could I give myself an orgasm in 60-secoonds? I shifted my butt back and forth, my clit pinched just so.
"Mom," Bobby called.
My eyes flashed open. I glanced to him, stepping through the counter. Standing, I walked briskly toward him. We moved toward the restrooms. His pants bulged, I could make out his cock pointing straight forward. He turned to lead me back. I followed, watching his ass. I groaned openly, my mind flashing a mental picture of his ass, hard, hairy, tight. My hands clenched, imaging them cupped around his cheeks, pulling him to me, sliding his cock effortlessly into my face, pushing his man meat down my throat. I loved his monstrous cock. My paper towel cock I laughed to myself. His cock was the size of a paper towel tube. Long, good girth, my cunt throbbed.
"Mother, you ok?" he asked as I stepped into the restroom behind him. He pushed the door closed, locking it. He stepped to me, his cock poking into my ribs. I could not breathe. I grabbed him, both hands wrapping around his cock.
"I just need you to cum for me sweetie. I need to have you fill your momma's cunt with your juices Baby," I whispered softly. "I dressed just for you Baby, just for you to bend me over and slide you big fucking cock into my wet, wet cunt," I continued looking to him.
"God Mom," he breathed through clenched teeth. "Do it," he commanded. I turned quickly, leaned to rip my panties down, pulled up my skirt to my back, and bent over at the waist to lean on the counter top. Germs climbing on my arms passed quickly into my mind. I spread my feet, tilted my ass.
"Please Baby," I muttered. He grabbed my hip, his free hand pulling his cock up and down my slit, the head sliding softly between the wet lips. Dipping his hips, aligning his cock to my wet hole, he pushed gently. The head slid forward as he grabbed the other hip. Pulling, he slid part way into my cunt.
"Oh Jesus yes Mother," he grunted.
My mind wandered. Two months! Two glorious, cock filled months. And a year before that, I was a plump, overweight mother of 3-boys, wife to a corporate executive, entertained constantly, ate rich foods, shopped until I grew tired of it, but supported the men in my life. I did not exercise with any consistency, dieted when I thought it would help, so the weight grew on me. And hubby got a large belly from our pampered lifestyle. And our sex life grew non-existent. I vividly remember him rolling over to me one morning at 5am, rubbing my back as he had done so many times, but his belly hit my fat ass. I so loved his cock to slide into my wet vagina, but our age, our physical shape, and lack of interest had killed our sex lives. That morning, after my wake-up backrub, I rolled over, grabbed his cock, stroked it till it grew semi-hard. With hope, vigor, I started getting wet, knowing I would soon have his large cock between my legs. Then our bellies touched. Absolutely fucking gross! My tits hung like udders, nipples stiff, begging, wanting.
"Time to get up," hubby said, rolled to his back, squared to the edge, and bounded up. My non existent sex life. My cunt throbbed. I so needed an orgasm. But I resigned myself to doing it in a minute, after he headed to the bathroom. I masturbated, bringing myself to a quick, somewhat numbing orgasm. But I was pissed. Never again would I gross myself out with my body, his body. We were going to be on a mission to save our bodies, lives, and most importantly, get fucked often.
For the next week, I researched every diet plan, every eating plan, every nuance of healthy living I could find on the internet, visited my doctor's office, and ate, lived, and breathed our next steps. The following Saturday, I took hubby to breakfast. "Ed, we are going to change our lives," I told him over our last cup of coffee. "Beginning Monday, I will have a new, revised plan for eating, exercising, and living that will drastically change our lives, I continued. Over the next half hour, I explained what I expected, what I wanted, and how we would ultimately welcome the change.
"Thank God," he stated after my dissertation. "I thought you were trying to kill us slowly, but early," he laughed. "I'm all yours babe," he finished.