Story 31 #4
“Who, me??” Steven blurted. “What would I be asking for??”
That’s when an understanding, yet playfully annoyed expression slid across Ms. Suckgood’s lips.
“Yes, Stevey… You need to ask me,” she repeated.
“Ohh, uh, right!” He snapped his finger. “Can I suck on those titties?! Or was it, may I lick your cooter?!”
“Not quite,” the mother winked, as her hand tugged at Steven’s arm, beckoning him inside.
With a disbelieving heart, he somehow found the will to follow her inside. To cross the threshold of manhood, or so it seemed to him.
But, as he entered, Steven saw a box near the door on the floor.
“Isn’t this what you needed?” Ms. Suckgood asked with a puzzled expression.
“This???” Steven Stiffstaff repeated, staring at a box.
The words CORDLESS POWER SANDER were written on the side, along with a picture of some power tool he didn’t recognize.
“You and your dad wanted the sander, right?” Ms. Suckgood nodded knowingly.
“The—the—the—sander?” Steven repeated, unsure of what was going on.
Had he actually misread the entire situation? Did she only match with him to deliver a sander for his father?? Well, to be fair, she hadn’t messaged him about anything else… What rotten luck! Steven thought as his head tipped backward in defeat and shame.
“Steven,” the MILF said. However, he could hardly open his eyes enough to see her from all the embarrassment. “I’m just kidding,” she laughed. “You’re here to fuck my whore holes, right?”
With that, he felt Ms. Suckgood’s hand release his forearm and instead, travel to a place a bit farther down, and a much more desirable location for this type of situation.
Yes, right onto his dripping cock!
Gulp.
***
“MS. SUCKGOOD!!!” He hollered, eyes bulging like oversized baseballs.
“You swiped right on me, young Steven,” she cooed, leaning in close.
Those MILF-y eyes lingered only several inches away from his. The passion, lust and sexual longing all but erupted from her body. From this distance, Steven caught a big whiff of Ms. Suckgood’s naughty perfume. It played in his nostrils for a moment before rushing down to fill his lungs, where he held it, as one would a long drag from a cigarette.
“Ms. Suckgood…” He repeated in a much calmer, relaxed tone.
The sensation of her warm body and very touchable tits pressing against his stomach didn’t hurt either. In fact, all it really did was cause a surge of blood to race down to his willy. The very thing this gorgeous mom rubbed at so affectionately through his shorts. Although, it soon became clear that the thing lurking inside his pants would need to be freed – as the hefty item quickly set about outgrowing its cage.
“Go on, Stevey,” she said. “You told me you wanted to fuck my whore holes… didn’t you?”
“Oh god…” He sighed as her hand continued massaging his rapidly engorging rod. “I… I… I might have mentioned it.”
“Oh, did you?” Ms. Suckgood whispered, pressing harder into his body.
Those lusty eyes of hers never left his own. It became clear she enjoyed seeing the young man’s reaction to every lewd and naughty touch.
“Just by accident, I mean,” he blurted, before wincing from embarrassment at the stupidity of his comment.
“Oh?? Was it, now?” She inquired, giving him a skeptical look. “This big thing in your pants is telling me a different story.”
“Well, uh,” he blushed. “That thing often writes its own stories!”
“Good…” She smiled. “In that case, why don’t I drop down and go talk to it for the real version of events.”
“Ms. Suckgood!! T-t-t-t-talk to it?!” Steven shook his head.
“Yep,” she winked, putting a hand behind his head so she could pull him down to her – at which point the incredibly tempting MILF planted a wet kiss on the young man’s lips. The fullness and plumpness of those feminine lips pushed into his for a sweet and gentle, but very suggestive smooch.
Once more, the intoxicating scent swirled about in his nose. It all but lifted him from the floor. But, thankfully Ms. Suckgood squatted down, lowering to her knees so she could keep him from floating away. Conveniently, Steven Stiffstaff held true to his name, and provided her with a very stiff staff to take hold of.
Bzzzzzzt.
The sound of his shorts being unzipped as the MILF set about her dirty deeds.
“Oh my…” She gasped. “You did need some growing room, didn’t you? Let’s set this big guy free and see what he grows into, shall we?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he shrugged, unsure of what should be said at a time like this.
It wasn’t every day your best friend’s hot mom stuck your dick into her mouth, after all.
Next came the boxers.
“There,” she smirked, leaning backward a little to admire her work.
Ms. Suckgood looked on, watching as Steven’s bare cock pointed straight out from his body. The thick, hefty object bobbed and pulsated, wobbling a bit with each heartbeat. A clear wetness leaked from the tip.
“Quite eager now, aren’t you?” She questioned in a playful tone. “Oh, but we best not let that go to waste, should we?”
“Waste??” Came his reply.
However, Ms. Suckgood was already leaning forward with her tongue stuck out, at which point she ran it over the tip of Steven’s cock until she finished lapping up all that could be found. Next, she placed one hand on his rod and gave it a steady pump toward the tip.
“Gooooood,” the young fellow whimpered as a rush of pre-cum dripped out in a very large quantity.
“More?” She laughed. “All for little ol’ me, Stevey?”
And of course, without waiting for a reply, her tongue performed the same action again – flicking across the tip of his willy in a rather teasing fashion. The small, but skilled movements sent more than a few jolts of sexual delight coursing through Steven’s body. How her head bobbed about, the attractive hair providing a pleasant backdrop to an otherwise lewd activity. He’d fantasized about this moment so, so many times… Years of pent-up sexual longing were being released in the best of ways.
“Have you ever had a girl stroke your… dick, Stevey?” She asked, holding his cock, as the tease remained motionless.
Every fiber of his being wished she’d just shut up and start pumping his shaft! He so desperately wished to feel her hand sliding up and down the length of his excited pleasure pole. To feel those soft, feminine fingers working their magic! But, truth be told, he didn’t exactly know how many of those lusty pumps it would take before his frisky friend fired off a shot or 10 of white goodness! Who knew, maybe 2, 3, perhaps even 4 pumps at this point!
Although, finding out may not be such a terrible thing… There’s nothing quite like having a gorgeous, older woman worshiping your manhood. When Ms. Suckgood’s glorious eyes fixated on Steven’s member, on his reactions, on pleasing him – the power of her all-encompassing desire, with her sights set on causing a massive explosion. THAT kind of energy is both unmistakable, and unfakable.
Sure, some women might be able to physically do the job for you. However, it doesn’t take a real emotional genius to spot their uninterested, lackadaisical sort of mannerisms. Even those who pretend to be good at feigning excitement are not too terribly difficult to suss out.
Now, keep in mind, young Steven Stiffstaff is a mere impressionable virgin, haha… So, he wouldn’t know genuine desire from a cheap $5 overweight, toothless alley-slut trying to scrape together a few bucks for another drug-laced happy-meal.
But, just between you and me, dear reader, if you’ve never experienced the thrill of a woman… a woman who’s dedicated to you in every sense of the word. A woman whose mind only thinks of your pleasure and seeing you satisfied… A woman who will worship your cock and body as if it was the last drop of water during a decade-long drought – you have not yet lived, my friends!
Every man of a virtuous and principled nature deserves to have this unforgettable, irreplaceable sexual act bestowed on him. At least once in his life, anyway.
So, just imagine how lucky little Stevey Stiffstaff was… to have such an experience for his first sexual encounter. My god! How could you not be rock-hard or soaking wet just to the thought of it, to the vicarious delight of knowing this magical occurrence was happening for another for the very first, and perhaps only, time in their life.
And there, sweet, dear readers… was Ms. Suckgood, preparing a big dob of spit in her mouth with a loud, slutty sound as she dragged saliva up her throat.
Hok-too-ee!
What fine aim she had. The large, wet mass landed right on the top of Steven’s shaft. Slowly, ever so slowly, the liquid began sliding down both sides of his shaft.
“Mmm,” Ms. Suckgood moaned, giving him a cute smirk. “You deserve this so much.”
Now, Steven wasn’t exactly sure what he’d done or exactly why he deserved this – although, despite his young age, the lad knew it wouldn’t be wise to interrupt a hot-ass-milf who was seconds away from gobbling up your dick. So, he did the smart thing and kept his mouth shut.
With that, those two hands of Ms. Suckgood’s spread her spit all over his lovepole. From top to bottom she worked her saliva, and even delighted the young man with another deliverance of naughty spit. The sound of this messiness reached not only Steven’s ears, but as she worked it harder and faster, pumping with an ever-increasing enthusiasm… until perhaps even the neighbors a few houses down could hear this debauched act taking place!
Lust-filled eyes stared at Steven’s cock. Ms. Suckgood seemed incapable of looking away! She stacked two hands on his shaft, and then put her head next to Steven’s balls. From this position, her gaze shifted to staring at the man himself. And, lord, what a view he had!
The sexiest MILF of all time, down on her knees, stroking his cock and now… sucking on his nutsack! With her two hands slowly pumping away, every few ups and downs resulted in yet another shot of pre-cum ejecting from the tip of his manhood.