Dont Wank 2

Don't ask me how it happened? Nor who made the first move? The truth is I couldn't tell you. One minute I was helping Angela do the dishes, the next our bodies were crushed together, lips locked, tongues entwined, both frantically trying to remove each others clothing. I lusted after Angela, my 45 year old neighbour, my mothers best friend, now just a few days past my 18th birthday, my dream was about to become a reality.

I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse desperate to see close up her large breasts that I had admired from afar for so long.

For her part, Angela was stroking my cock through my trousers, gliding her hand slowly up and down it's length, her tongue stabbing in and out of my mouth. Finally I had her blouse opened, her heavy breathing caused her chest to rise and fall, hard nipples pushed out against the black lace of her bra. She groaned when I kissed her neck and moaned when I cupped her breasts. The contrast felt amazing, the exposed flesh was soft as silk, the lace felt rough under my fingers. Her nipple grew harder as I rolled it in my fingers,

"Oh Shaun, I want it so bad." She whispered in my ear.

She rolled her bra up, her breasts now released from their confines sagged a little, she pushed my head down, I kissed her orb, licked the areola, sucked her rosebud. She shuddered at my ministrations,

"I'm so wet, please fuck me, fuck me now!" She pleaded.

I sucked harder, she clamped her hands around my head, she began to quiver,

"Finger me!"

I didn't need a second invitation, I ran my hand under her skirt, up passed her knee, over her thigh, feeling her suspenders, touching the bare flesh above her stocking tops, edging towards her pussy.

The heat emanating from between her legs was incredible, her panties were soaking, I barely touched her before she collapsed upon me, her whole body shook, she came and came hard, juices dripped,

"Do me now." She demanded.

I led her to the kitchen table, bent her over, hoisted up her skirt, yanked her knickers aside and rammed two fingers deep inside her wet, open, willing cunt. Her pussy squelched as my curled up fingers massaged her G spot,

"OH fuck...OH fuck...OH fuck...Ohhhhhh, yesss." She screamed.

One orgasm followed another as I continued to finger fuck her, love honey flowed free, running down her legs, staining her black stockings.

"I want your cock now." She pleaded.

Considering the way I had fingered her and how wet she was, her pussy was still incredibly tight, I could feel her walls clamp around me as I entered her. I was barely inside her when she yelled at me,

"STOP."

The suddenness and the tension in her voice made me think she had come to her senses and realised this was wrong. I started to pull out.

"Don't you dare." She said more calmly.

"I thought you had changed your mind." I replied.

"Fucking hell no! I just need a few minutes to adjust to you, Shit you're a big boy, I feel like a virgin again." She giggled.

I never considered myself as well endowed, not compared to the men in the porn films I watch, my girlfriend told me I was big, but I was her first and only fuck, so she doesn't count. Now an older, more experienced woman has said the same, maybe I'm blessed.

She repositioned herself, lifting her hips a little higher,

"Go a bit deeper, but slowly." She instructed me.

Taking my time I entered her a little more, each movement from me was met with a moan from her, eventually I was fully inside, her yanked aside panties felt soft upon one of my balls.

I edged out a little, pushed back in, out a little further, back in, slow and steady I fucked her pussy.

"Try a bit harder." She whispered.

I grasped her hips, pulled my cock almost all the way out before pushing back in, my balls bouncing off her arse, she groaned,

"Again, faster."

Together we worked out a rhythm, I thrust forward, she pushed back, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep.

"Angela I need to pull out, I can't hold back much longer." I said to her.

She turned to face me, sweat dripping down her face, eyes full of desire.

"No need, fill my cunt, fill it full, shoot inside me."

Up until now the only place I have cum is either in a hand or condom, my girlfriend, even though she is on the pill insists I wear protection and certainly won't give me a full blow job. On hearing this I doubled my effort. Pumping away, pounding her hard,

"I'M CUMMING...I'M CUMMING." I bellowed.

"SO AM I, DO IT....." Angela screamed.

Holding her tight, giving one last almighty thrust, I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of spunk deep inside her womb. As the first load began to paint her walls white, Angela gushed, a mixture of cum and pee spewed from between her legs, soaking me, soaking her, pooling on the floor.

I fell upon her, my deflating cock still embedded in her cunt. We lay together, spooned for several minutes before Angela announced,

"Lover boy, go home, we don't want your mother getting suspicious."

I quickly dressed, gave her a kiss and headed to my house.

I just got into my room when my phoned pinged, a message from Angela.

"No wanking lover boy, I want a mouthful xxx."

I awoke in the morning wondering if last night was just a dream, but as I hadn't showered I still carried her scent.

From downstairs animated voices echoed through the floor, throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt I headed down to see what all the commotion was about. My mother and Angela were in deep conversation when I entered the room,

"Good morning sweetheart, got a hangover?" My mother asked.

"No I'm fine." I replied.

"Glad to hear it, because Angela and myself are going shopping. She has decided to decorate her room, she needs some help, I volunteered you."

I tried to sound aggrieved but deep down was delighted,

"Thanks mum, you could have asked first." I answered.

"I'm not very good on a ladder and I have some holes that need filling." Said Angela.

I knew which ones.

"Okay, I suppose I can help." I grunted.

"Bring your camera, I want some before and after pictures." She threw back.

Oh my gawd I got hard just thinking about it.

Throughout the morning my phone pinged,

"I'm horny."

"I'm wet."

"I'm in the loo, rubbing my clit."

"Don't wank."

"My house, 3pm, come in lock the door, I'll be waiting."

Minutes seemed like hours, hours like days, time moved slowly.

Then I heard the car pull up, from my window I watched the two women unload the boot, tins of paint, brushes, rollers, bags from clothing shops, Angela looked sexy in her tight jeans, damn she has one great arse, apparently I'm not alone in thinking that. What happened next quite shocked me,

Whilst bent over, reaching further into the car, I saw my mother run her hand over Angela's bum, slipping it between her legs.

I must have been mistaken, my imagination taking over, teenage hormones running wild.

It was only 1pm, two hours before I was expected over there.

My phone pinged, a message from Angela,

"Don't say a word, just listen and don't wank."

When my phone rang, I answered it and followed Angela's instructions and kept quiet, in the background I could hear a low buzzing which grew louder as the phone moved closer to the source. Then the moaning and sighing began,

"Do you like it?" Angela asked.

I was about to tell her she was a cruel bitch winding me up like this when I heard my mother reply,

"Fucking hell Angela it's amazing, I've cum twice already, I'm soaking wet and my clit is on fire."

Angela laughed,

"Well Helen I'm going to give you number three."

The buzzing stopped, the bed creaked, my mother squealed.

"Tell me what you want?" Angela said to my mother.

Through gasping breaths and a croaky voice, I heard my mother reply,

"Suck my clit, finger my pussy, finger my arse, do anything, just don't stop."

"Are you cumming?"

"Yes." My mother answered.

"Say it louder." Angela demanded.

"YES I'M CUMMING, I CAN'T STOP CUMMING, I'M DRIPPING."

The phone must have been quite near to where all the action was taking place, I could hear the wetness I assumed was caused by Angela fingering my mother.

For her part Angela was becoming a bit more forceful, more demanding, more assertive.

"You want a cock in your cunt?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Louder, say it like you mean it."

"YES...YES...YES...I WANT COCK."

"Who's cock?" Angela asked.

"ANY COCK, I JUST NEED A GOOD FUCKING."

"Shaun's cock?" Angela was really pushing it to the limit.

"YES!!"

"He fucked me last night with his big fat cock, made me squirt. Later I'm going to suck him dry." Angela told her.

My mother let out a moan and the phone went silent.

I could not believe what had just happened, even though it was via a phone, I experienced my mother having sex with another woman, that woman confessing I fucked her, that woman saying she was giving me a blow job later and finding out that my mother will allow me to fuck her. My head was spinning.

"Shaun, I'm going for a shower, Angela says go over in about 30 minutes." My mother called to me when she came home.

My phone pinged,

"On my bed, waiting, don't forget camera, hope you haven't wanked xxx Angela."

I bolted across the road, locked the door and ran up to her room.

There she was naked on the bed, legs spread wide, rubbing her pussy with a pair of white cotton panties,

"Take a picture." She said.

I was only to happy to oblige, clicking away, zooming in, catching her rubbing her clit, watching her stuff them inside her pussy, getting them wet. She climaxed, using the panties as a towel, she cleaned herself up, wiping her cunt.

"Give me the camera." She commanded.

Handing it over, she gave me the panties, they felt warm and very wet,

"Smell them, lick them, taste them."

The aroma was musky, the taste salty, but sweet, Angela snapped away as I devoured them.

"Get your dick out, wrap them around your cock, I'm going to wank you with them." She told me.

I was desperate and rock hard and soon had my cock out, wrapping the knickers around it.

Angela took some more pictures before taking my hand away and replacing it with hers. I knew I wouldn't last long, I could feel my spunk starting to rise as her fingers danced up and down my cottoned sheathed shaft.

"I'm cumming." I warned Angela.

Lowering her head, she took my swollen bulb between her lips and pumped harder and faster, there was no holding back now, I raised my hips, forcing more of my cock in her mouth, she gagged a little but still found a way to suck, I humped her for a few moments before unleashing my pent up cum. Jesus I thought I would never stop, the first load hit the back of her throat, the next and even bigger spurt filled her mouth and still I continued to shoot, it dribbled from her lips, falling onto her tits, with one last thrust, I was drained, balls emptied. She grabbed the knickers, handed me the camera, I took pictures of her open mouth, my frothy, sticky cum, bubbling on her tongue. The next shot was of her swallowing my load, the final ones were of her using the panties to wipe away my spunk off her breasts.

"Go home, send me the pictures." She told me.

I went straight to my room, booted up my computer, uploaded the pictures. Damn they were sexy, total wank bank material. A quick e-mail to Angela and then I hit the shower.

I heard my phone ping, Angela.

"Don't wank, save it for later."

I had no idea what she was on about, tonight was film night, the night me and my mother ordered a take away, curled up on the sofa and watch some pointless movie of her choice. Tonight was going to be no exception, so why she said don't wank beat me.

We ate our food, moved to our rooms to change before settling down to watch the film. As usual I put on my joggers and t-shirt, she wore her normal dressing gown, full in length, hiding all, but tonight she looked different, her hair normally held up tightly hung loose upon her shoulders, upon her face a gentle hint of make-up, a subtle hint of perfume wafted off her. There was no sign of her nightdress that she always wore.

Laying on her lap, the film began, the opening scene quite shocked me, an older woman was looking out of her window, spying on the young man as he tended the garden, simulated only she began to play with herself, she cupped and rubbed her breasts, before slipping her hand under her skirt.

I was feeling really uncomfortable, I tried to move away but my mothers hand on my shoulder held me in place. It was obvious where the film was heading, the woman desired him.

My mother was breathing heavy, I felt her stomach rise and fall.

My mothers phone pinged and almost immediately mine did to.

Looking at her messaged she gave out a big gasp,

"Shit."

When I opened mine, I knew why. Angela had sent back my pictures with added captions and a sound track.

The pictures appeared to show me wanking into the white panties, the caption read,

"MOTHER'S PANTIES."

The sound track was of my mother saying,

"Yes, I want my sons cock." as she orgasmed.

I looked at my mother, she had tears in her eyes,

"Sorry mum." Was all I could mumble.

I was waiting for her to push me away, instead she held me tighter, kissed my head, rubbed my shoulder.

"Ping." Our phones went again.

Angela again,

"You both want it, do it."

"Oh my god Shaun, do you?" My mother asked.

I did, so badly, there and now, I hadn't thought about my mother that way before, but recent events radically changed my mind. I just didn't want to tell her, I wanted to show her.

I moved up closer, resting my head on her chest. She held me tighter. Encouraged by her not pushing me away, I got a little bolder. I cupped her breast, she moaned, her nipple erected, pushing out against the material of her dressing gown,

"Can I?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied.

I slipped my hand between the buttons of her dressing gown, feeling the naked flesh of her breast, she gasped as I kissed her neck, throwing her head back,

"Bite me?" She asked.

I marked her, branded her mine, leaving a large love bite upon her throat.

My mothers phone pinged again,

"Oh my naughty boy." She laughed.

She showed me the picture, it was the one where Angela had a mouthful of my spunk."

"DO IT."

"Would you like to?" She queried.

Hoping I knew what she was referring to, but wanting to hear her say it,

"Like to, what? Mum?" I threw back.

She pulled me closer, lowered her voice as if she was afraid someone may overhear whispered in my ear,

"Cum in my mouth."

"Sorry mum, I don't"

She looked shocked and tears began to well up in her eyes again, before I added,

"I want to cum in your pussy, feel your orgasm vibrating through my body, taste your love honey."

This seemed to really excite her, she fully opened the top of her dressing gown, pulled my head down, pushing it against her tit,

"Suck my nipple." She begged

Her breathing got heavy as I took it gently between my lips, swirling my tongue around her pimpled areola, before nipping softly on her sensitive strawberry tip.

"Holy fuck."

I felt her legs part slightly, emboldened I ran my hand down, across her stomach, letting it rest on her knee, leaving it there for a few moments, before creeping under the hem of her gown. Her legs felt smooth. I caressed her thigh edging ever closer to her pussy. I finally touched between her legs, she gasped, I gasped, instead of finding the conventional cotton panties she normally wore (Checked out the laundry basket and washing line.) My fingers encountered silk, not only smooth but very wet.

She laughed,

"Angela took me shopping, we got these for you."

The surprises didn't stop there, having been swimming many times with her, enjoyed beach holidays, I had seen traces of pubic hair poking out from her bathing suit, but now as my hand slipped inside her panties, her pussy felt as smooth as her knickers.

She giggled again,

"Angela's idea, says men hate gagging on hair whilst licking pussy."

Now I have to admit, I had only ever tasted my girlfriends pussy and she was bald, so experiencing gagging on hairs was not something I could comment on.

My mother pushed me back along the sofa, lifted one knee, draped her other leg over the side of the sofa, pulled her panties aside, giving me a good look at her pink puffy pussy, glistening lips, her clit poking out from beneath it's protective hood.

Reaching under her dressing gown, I slipped my fingers inside of the waistband of her knickers and slowly began to ease them down. Once fully off she parted her legs wider,

"Lick me." She whispered.

Firstly she tensed as I gently opened her lips with my fingers but once my tongue made the softest of contact with her clit, she relaxed and began to purr.

I couldn't believe it, I was eating my mothers cunt.

From bottom to top I licked, then back down, forcing my tongue as far inside as possible. I swirled her clit, sucked it, nibbled it. Her moaning go louder and she began to writhe, lifting her hips forcing her cunt harder against my face.

"Oh fuck mum, you taste wonderful." I managed to mumble.

This seemed to urge her on, she started grinding against my mouth, she began to shudder, holding my head tight, her already wet pussy was getting wetter by the second,

"OH FUCK...OH FUCK...OH FUCK..." Was all I could hear my mother say.

She stopped, gripped the cushions hard, screamed and orgasmed. Then she shook as waves of ecstasy ripped through her body. I was hit with a torrent of sweet love honey, it covered my face, dripped on my chest. I held her tight as she began to calm down, finally recovering enough to speak, she gasped,

"I've never ever come like that before, it was incredible, you were incredible, oh son we have only just started on this journey."

She picked up her phone and typed a message to Angela,

"WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That night I slept in my mothers bed for the first time since I was a young child, nothing more happened, but as my mother said,

"It had only just began."

To be continued...