The Mix-Up
Just a little tale to kill a few minutes of your day. Fair warning, this is a big dickey story, so if you're not into that please move on. Hope you enjoy, and as always comments welcome, both good and bad.
Yolanda Green's mind was on other things as she picked up the two identical looking packages from her boss' desk. Her boss, Miranda Mitchell, had wanted them shipped out today. What Yolanda failed to notice were the mailing labels on top of each package weren't secured yet. It wasn't until she reached her own desk that she noticed them missing. With a huff she rose and went back into her boss' office where she found the labels on the floor. Once back at her desk she realized that she wasn't sure which label went to which box. With a shrug she peeled off one label and attached it to the closest box, then she placed the other label on the other one. Satisfied, she carried the two boxes down to the mailing room and sent them on their way.
Three days later Richard Burman, Miranda's boyfriend, sat on the edge of his bed and opened the newly arrived package. He loved getting things from her when he was off on one of his business trips, mainly because it was usually something sexual in nature. This time it wasn't. Inside the box was a pack of crew-cut socks. Sitting on top of the socks was a note. Pulling it out he read, 'Thought you could use these to keep you warm.'
"What the fuck," he grumbled, wadding up the note and tossing it on the floor.
"What's wrong sugar?" a feminine voice asked.
Turning he glanced down at the naked dark-skinned hooker lying provocatively in his bed. Instantly he forgot all about the box as his cock started to quickly harden at the sight before him. Pushing the box to the floor he slowly crawled between the hooker's splayed legs.
"Everything okay, sugar?" she purred.
"Yeah, all's good," Richard replied, just as he sank all five inches into the loose, sloppy cunt of the hooker.
At the same time Richard was opening his package, Miranda Mitchell's son, Anthony was returning to his apartment after a grueling workout at the gym. At twenty-four he was in great shape. Standing just over six-feet, and weighing one-seventy, his body lean and ripped from hours at the gym made him a chick magnet. Something he took advantage of every chance he could. He loved sex.
As he approached his door he noticed a package leaning against it, which puzzled him since he wasn't expecting anything. A smile played on his lips as he picked it up and saw the return address. His mother loved sending gifts in the mail even though they lived only twenty minutes from each other. Knowing his birthday wasn't for another couple months he just assumed she had seen something she thought he might like. She was always doing things like that. Clutching the box he went inside and closed the door behind him. Placing the box on the coffee table he went and showered, then returned to the front room in only his bathrobe. He decided against opening the box until he ate.
With his hunger satisfied he sat on the couch and flipped on the television. Several minutes of scanning through the channels proved fruitless. Friday nights usually found him out clubbing with friends, but he had decided to have a night in for a change. Leaving the television tuned into some lame game show his eyes roamed about the room briefly before settling on the box on the coffee table. Reaching forward he brought the box to his lap and began to open it.
"Let's see what mom sent," he chuckled to himself.
As soon as the package was open his chuckles died in his throat, and his eyes grew wide with disbelief at what he was seeing sitting in the box.
"What the..." his voice trailed off as he stared into the box.
Inside the box was an un-opened sex toy. A fleshlight to be precise. Also in the box was a note. Taking the note he unfolded it and read, 'Think of me when you use it.'
Anthony slumped back on the couch, his trembling fingers still clutching the note, his mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. He knew his mother had a sense of humor, but this, this was way beyond anything he imagined her doing. And what about the note saying think of her when using it? That in itself wasn't a problem. She had been a big part of his masturbation fantasies since he turned eighteen, but to have her encourage him to picture her while he pleasured himself. There had to be some mistake here.
Placing the note on the seat next to him, he lifted the toy out of the box and removed it from its packaging. It felt odd in his hand. Turning it this way and that he examined it from all angles. At the top he saw what looked like a silicone shaped vagina. Out of curiosity he wet the end of one of his fingers and slid it into the opening. It was a snug fit. Slowly he began to finger the opening.
"Hmmm," he murmured, as a thought crossed his mind.
Holding the fleshlight in one hand he used his other hand to reach into his robe and lightly began to touch his flaccid penis. The more he played with himself, the more he thought of his mom. It wasn't long before his cock began to swell. Closing his eyes he leaned back and pictured his mother. She was tall, nearly five-ten in stocking feet, with a thick mane of bottled blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders when she wore it down. Her blue-green eyes sparkled with life when she was in a good mood, but when she wasn't you could see them turn a darker shade of green. Body wise, the only thing he could think to say was, wow. She had large breasts, at least a D cup, a trim waist, and toned legs that went on forever. Yeah, he could definitely say, for being closer to forty-six than her current forty-five, she was a real knockout.
It didn't take long before his cock was fully erect. His hand slowly pumped all nine inches of his fat cock as more and more images of his mother danced through his brain. Soon he felt pre-cum ooze out the head. Using his thumb he smeared it around the bulbous knob making it easier to slide his palm over it. For several minutes he continued to stroke his cock, until idle curiosity got the better of him. Bringing the fleshlight up he placed the head of his cock at the opening, then began to smear some of the pre-cum around the hole. Once he had it lubricated to his satisfaction he tried to push his dick inside. It wasn't easy, but after a brief struggle he was able to get the head to penetrate into the fake vagina. Twisting the fleshlight left and right around his knob seemed to loosen the opening a little, but it was apparent to him that the thing was just too tight to allow his cock to go any deeper. After a short spell he pulled his cock out and placed the fleshlight on the couch.
"Damn, it's too small," he grumbled to the empty room.
Another thought popped into his head as he sat there slowly stroking his cock. Could this be some sort of gag gift? He found that idea highly unlikely, since his mother wasn't known for pulling pranks on people. But still, there's always a first time for everything he reasoned. The only way he was going to find out for sure was to ask her. Leaning forward he grabbed his phone off the coffee table, but instead of dialing her number he just stared at the blank screen. Nearly fifteen minutes passed before he finally decided what to do. Instead of calling her, he'd text her and let her know he received the gift. Once the ball was in her court he'd just follow her lead.
He wrote:
Got your gift. Thanks.
