Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Mrs. Troutman has been on edge lately. Her thoughts have turned to her lazy eighteen-year-old and how to motivate him. She worked out a plan that she hopes will benefit her son and herself.
Sexual acts described here include some rough vaginal and anal actions. That said, you’ll see how productive a fifty-dollar bill can be!
[2,739 words]
+++++
The 10:00 PM weather forecast said that the snow was expected to reach eighteen inches by morning and the high winds that had been blowing all night would create drifts that might close most schools. ‘Stay tuned to our morning school closing announcements for the latest’ Bill the Weather Guy said with that big shitty grin on his face. I went to bed tossing up a prayer for the ‘no school today’ announcement to come. As usual, I had not prepped for the damned chemistry test, on the damned Periodic Table crap, on damned Friday like Dad and Mom had kept badgering me to do for days. Shit, who uses that stuff anyway, besides, you can always post a big assed poster on the wall if you really did need to mix something up. Not like I ever thought I would be doing it.
The banging on my door was insistent, like every day insistent, until I grunted out that I was awake. Why my mom keeps doing that shit, i don’t know! But it drives me crazy; yeah I do have an alarm clock, but that doesn’t always work. I sleep like a boulder not just a rock! So, yeah that’s why the banging thing gets done. My ass is known for its laziness, just so you know how I roll.
“JIMMY, there’s no school today!” Mom called out from behind the closed door.
“Amen. Thank you snow angels,” I mumbled into the pillow and turned over to get six more hours of z’s; so I thought. The banging started again just as insistently as before.
“Yeah, I got it, Mom. No school. Okay, just gonna slept a while longer,” I groaned.
“JIMMY, Dad went to work! He left fifty dollars on the table for you to shovel the walks,” came Mom’s sing-song voice, again. It was beginning to get on my damned nerves.
“Okay,” I tried to get my response out louder, but with my head buried into the pillow it came out like something from the Charlie Brown cartoons ‘Owa wa wa wa owa’. Fifty was twice what I usually got, must be a lot of snow or there was a catch like shoveling old lady Walter’s place too. I had done her place a couple of times and collected from her, too. Just didn’t tell Dad about it.
“JIMMY, Daddy says you got to do it before noon or no deal on the fifty!” she sang out again.
“Okay, Mom. Got it!” I mumbled. Half of me was sitting up and half inclined to drop back down. Did I want fifty bucks? Yes. Did I need fifty bucks – well not right at the moment. I was stuck between dealing with the ‘want’ and the ‘need’ when mom added another ingredient.
“Dad says you got to do the new neighbor’s place, too. You know, the one with that young college girl that moved in across the street. Doesn’t look like she went to class today, I only see one set of tracks from her mom’s car going out the driveway. She should be home so be sure to let her know who you are so she doesn’t get scared seeing a stranger.”
Now, I was leaning toward collecting the fifty! I saw her carrying boxes in from the moving truck when they arrived two days ago. Nice ass, cute, perky jugs too. It would give me an excuse to meet her. Yeah, run my dick through her, too, was what I really was thinking I’d like to do. I bet with a bod like that, she’d been fucked many times. So she won’t mind another pounding. I thought, as I lumbered to the bathroom and then to the table for breakfast. I liked the way Mom always had my breakfast ready without me having to lift a finger. bayburt escort Glad, angels made Moms like mine. If she wasn’t my mom, well, I had a few thoughts about that too, but – she is Mom, so I put those thoughts back into the ‘don’t-go-there drawer’ located in the back corner of my mind.
“Shit! This snow is deep!” I groaned as I drove the shovel into the first snowdrift by our mailbox and kept plowing until I reached the front door. By then I had built up a sweat even with the freezing cold air outside. I leaned on the shovel to rest and looked across the road. Damned if didn’t look like someone was in the picture window watching me from the new neighbor’s place. The figure stood for a few moments, turned and walked out of view.
Crossing the road, I shoveled their crosswalk first, then started on the path from the street leading to the front doorway. That’s when I caught a second glimpse of her standing in the window again. Holy shit! It looked like she was wearing her nightgown, for sure I could see her arms folded under her tits as she watched for a few moments. I set to work again and got about twenty feet before looking up to see if she was still there.
Yep. Still there, hands on her hips and yeah in a lacy nightgown thing. Shit! I could see her underwear through it and it looked like her tits were visible too. ‘Hot, bitch.’ I was thinking just as she turned and walked away. ‘Come on back, baby! Show me your tits again.’ I cooed as I put the shovel back to work.
Two more squares of cement shoveled and I stopped to look up, again. No show; damned pity. No wait, shit, no way! She was back. Like back with nothing on, back! Just standing there with her hands on her hips again, opening her stance. Now, that was a damned nice clean picture window view! The bitch was a perv, putting on a show for the plow guy. ‘Nice, cunt, bitch.’ I found myself thinking as my heart and breathing started to increase. ‘What would you do, cunt, if I dropped this shovel and came right up to that nice big window, sugar?’
I got a lot more sweat beads soaking through my stocking hat as I found myself wondering if I had the guts to do just that. Put on a nonchalant attitude and walk right up to her as if I did that kind of thing all the time to pretty, big titted girls. That would take some balls – I’d never been anywhere close to seeing this kind of shit before. Maybe …
Digging in again, I scraped another ten feet of side walk and was within striking distance of the front door when I got up the courage to look up again. Fuck! She had her cunt and tits mashed against the window! The heat from her body was creating little foggy patches where her skin touched the glass. ‘Bet the cold from the window is really stiffening your titties and that pretty pussy, Goldie,’ the thoughts raced around in my mind as I licked my dry lips. I guess she saw that, because she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips too. Then she kissed the glass – like really kissed the glass hard. And just like that, she drew back and slowly, casually walked away from the window. Her eyes, however, stayed focused on me; as though daring me. ‘Fuck me, cunt!’ I wanted to beg, but couldn’t get out the words. I knew she was still close enough to read my lips through the glass before she disappeared out of sight.
That’s when I heard the front door unlock. Slowly, the door creaked open, just barely, then stopped. ‘Inviting me in, golden pussy, bitch? No fucking way! Shit! Is that a yes, slut?’ By now my adrenaline was blowing full speed through my body and my cock already had an answer – my right brain processing part just hadn’t caught up with it yet. Fuck, yeah!
I bilecik escort buried the shovel into the snow bank by the steps then leaped up onto the porch, pushing the door open cautiously. Her eyes went wide and a look of surprise and fright crossed her face as her hands tried to cover the top and the bottom exposures. Guess she wasn’t really expecting me to take up her challenge. ‘Too damn late for that, cunt!’ I thought, ‘You got this coming, missy!’
Exactly how I got out of my clothes, I’m not sure. I think I may have gotten some help in the melee that followed. But I’m damn sure this was not some fantasy. I grabbed her roughly, pressing her back against the wall. My left hand mauled her tit, feeling my first fistful of a girl’s soft flesh. I had my right hand frantically roaming between her legs searching for the elusive pussy all the guys bragged about getting in school. Too damn bad I didn’t have time to explore it longer, though. It felt slick, nice and juicy.
“Be a good cunt and I take it easy on you sugar,” I croaked while leaning into her. I drove my cock in and up. It followed the natural shape of the contour between her thighs, meeting at the apex where her slick pussy lips waited to be taken. Unerringly, I pierced her, and jammed my cock deeply inside. ‘Mother-fucker! I got it in on the first stab! I’m a man, a real fucking man,’ clicked in the ‘don’t-go-there drawer’ in my mind. I remember her arms were draped over my shoulders as I drove my dick to the bone. They may have been between us trying to fight off my dick for a few moments, but I know they were around my neck last; she didn’t seem to be fighting against me, too hard after that.
She let out a sharp cry as I nailed her against the wall. I hit her so hard the pictures on the wall were bouncing out and back in again – just like a nail gun, i was banging into Goldie’s pussy!
“Would you do this to your mother?” she huffed into my ear. For all the banging against the wall she seemed to be taking it well. As her question registered in my hormonal raging mind, I slowed down a bit. Guess the brain does that when trying to handling two thoughts at once.
“Fuck my mother!” I retorted, as I slammed into her again, picking up speed.
“Yeah, fuck your mother, would you?” came her question again between huffs as I pummeled her pussy against the wall. “Fuck her wet pussy, if she wanted it?” she added in another gasp between blows.
I had contemplated it a lot, privately. In my brain-fogged lusting mode, I spoke the answer aloud, “Yeah, fuck yeah Goldie, I’d fuck her ass in a heartbeat if she really wanted it,” then rammed my rod in again, nailing her to the wall and driving the air from her lungs. She recovered quickly it seemed, as I slowed down my strokes. I felt like a guy who hadn’t paced himself in a mile run and was low on air running the last leg of it.
“She wants it, you know,” between thrusts, her panting voice huffed the words into my ear. It was a strange comment coming from a girl getting dicked against the wall in her living room. Where did the fright and fight go that she displayed when I stormed through the front door? It caused me to pause for a moment, as my cock stayed deep insider her. I let my head slump against her neck, waiting for renewed dick power to kick in.
“How the fuck would you know that she wants it?” I moaned slowing down to a crawl while waiting for my oxygen starved lungs to rejuvenate. I needed more strength to flow into my body so I could get back to screwing my first cunt.
“All mothers want their son’s cocks. It’s a natural phenomenon. If your mother has a tramp stamp that says something like, ‘I’m bingöl escort yours. Insert here!” you would know it, too, snow boy!”
I felt the weight of my body leaning into her again, railing her pussy with renewed energy.
I was stumped. My curiosity was growing, “What’s a tramp stamp?” I grunted.
Goldie’s answer was strange, “Turn me around and find out, snow boy,” she gasped. I took the bait and pulled out of her. Her mouth slowly closed, turning into a girl’s smirky ‘I know something you don’t look,’ type of grin. I wiped that off her face by grabbing her shoulders and spinning her ass backward. “See it, snow boy?” she breathed into the wall as I mashed her tits and cunt against the slick marble surface. It was a polished wall having just enough mirror effect to see a mirage-like image of her reflecting out of it. She could see my reflection in it well enough to see my jaw drop.
Holy shit! She has a tattoo over her asshole. It’s there, in the small of her back, in scarlet letters – ‘I’m yours. Insert here!’ I was stunned.
“Well, snow boy, can’t you read?” she piped up when I stayed frozen, just staring at her ass while my dick twitched with anticipation.
I showed her I could read! “Read really good, Goldie Bitch!” I snarled as my cock took the plunge. Her ass muscles tightened, drawing to a pucker as my dick disappeared inside it. The scream it rung from her throat gave me some satisfaction. ‘How’s this for being able to read Miss cock tease!’ I grinned in response as I laid into her with renewed energy and dialed up the pace. The portraits on the wall began to clap again, matching the rhythm of my dicking her ass just like I did her cunt on the other side of heaven.
“Nice, snow boy!” she managed to squeak out the phrase, “but is that all you got?”
‘All I got? What the fuck? I’m humping like a goddamn moose doing it to a reindeer. How much faster? How much harder can she take it?’ There wasn’t any more to give as I felt the welling up of my nuts getting ready to unload.
“That’s okay, snow boy. It was a good first ride. Bet if you find out your mother does have a tat like mine, you will definitely know she wants a good ride, too!” she smiled as I got dressed. Guess she could tell it was actually my first fuck, but I was too busy grinning to get testy with her. Besides her grin was infectious.
“Can I kiss you?” I managed to get out in the few moments of awkwardness that followed as I stood by the door. Her smile seem to be saying yes, but …
“I never kiss the first time I met someone new, snow boy, maybe another time …”
‘Hell yes! Maybe the next time I’ll kiss first, then fuck the shit out of your three holes, bitch!’ the thought ran in circles inside the ‘don’t-go-there drawer’ of my mind. “Okay …” is what I managed to get out as I stepped out into the cold, again. I stood there, then decided to finish shoveling the walkway. I still had to earn the fifty Dad left on the table.
+++++
“Hello, Mrs. Troutman, it’s Teresa Ann.”
“Yes. Training is over.”
“Yep, just standing outside. Crazy like, yeah. Finishing the shoveling, if you can believe that!”
“Pretty sure, yes, it was his first time. Had some trouble finding my vagina so I guided him in, but after that he did okay.”
“No. Not at all. He was sweet and really gentle. Just a bit shy at first, but then he got his confidence up – not to mention his pecker!”
“Yep. Did front and back. A hundred for each and fifty for the tattoo. No, no checks. I take gift cards only. Yep, VISA gift card is good. That way if you charge it, your husband will just think it’s for one of your friend’s birthday or a baby shower, maybe.”
“Yep. Same tat as yours, so be sure to wear something that rides up over it when you bend over.”
“Yep. I’m sure he’ll go for it. Fucked me like a moose when he saw mine.”
“Yes. You’re welcome, Mrs. Troutman. Nice doing business with you. ‘bye.”
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32