Bumping (repeatedly) into my daughter's friend - Part 4

I sat naked on the edge my kitchen table, legs spread wide as Chris moved between them with his raging hard-on.

What I was doing was so wrong on many levels.  I had bumped into Chris, the 18-year old friend of my daughter, at the drug store and had brought him to my house to seduce him.  I was a parental authority figure over 25 years his senior.  It was not appropriate for me to be getting intimate with this very young man who had known me since he was in middle school.

However, since he was now an adult, it was not illegal either.  By his own admission he had been lusting over me for years and had even masturbated over me many times during his adolescence.  It was now too late to turn back.  He had already cum once as I asked him to jack off while I stripped in front of him.  Then he ate my pussy.  So the only thing left to do was to take his cock inside me.

I grabbed Chris's face with both hands and kissed him hard.  Our tongues met. We kissed passionately as my own pussy juices that he had just been eating mingled inside our mouths with the cum I had licked off his cock.

After a couple of minutes I broke the kiss.  I looked into his young face.  "Are you ready?" I asked.  "Ready to fuck Joanna's mom?"

"Yes," he grinned, "I'm ready to fuck Johanna's hot, sexy, mom."

I reached behind me on the kitchen table into the bag from the drug store.  I pulled out the box of condoms.  "You get to use the first one from my new box."

"Awesome.  So I'm curious, who will get to use the others?"

"Well, I'm a single woman now, just having fun, with no desire to be in a committed relationship right now.  There a few men that I've been dating that I will probably see again.  And some of these condoms will be used by men I have not even met yet.  How do feel about that Chris?"

"It makes me hot, thinking of you all DTF and hooking up with a bunch of guys."

"DTF?"

"Down to Fuck.  Like, 'Are you DTF?'  Means do you want to have sex?"

"I'm definitely DTF, then," I said.  "So let's cover your hot sex piston and get it pumping."

Chris ripped off the wrapper and rolled the rubber over his cock.  He step forward and began to rub the head of his cock in the folds of my labia and then up against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

"You've been waiting a long time for this, haven't you Chris?"

"Yes, Mrs. Clark, I have wanted to stick my dick into your pussy almost since I reached puberty."

"Then let's savior the moment."  I put my arms around his neck, leaned forward, and kissed him again.  He continued to rub the head of his cock against my clit.  I could feel my heart beating faster.

We pulled our faces apart and both looked down at our throbbing genitals.  Chris moved his cock down to my vaginal opening and lightly pressed his tip against it.  We both looked at each other and smiled.

I felt my vagina spreading open as Chris push his cock head into me.  We looked down, staring intently at the merging of our sex organs.  He pulled back ever so slightly, then moved forward just slightly deeper.  A slight pause, then again. And again. I watch the whole head disappear inside me.  I could feel the shape of it, hot and hard as a burning diamond.

A few more gentle thrusts and suddenly he slipped in all the way as my hot wet pussy hungrily swallowed up his manhood.

"Sweet penetration," I said.

"It feels so good to have my cock in your pussy."

"Fuck me Chris."

We continued to stare down and watch his cock fuck my cunt.

I watched, fascinated by his hard sausage grinding away in my pussy.  I looked up and locked onto his blue eyes.  "You're fucking me good."

"Thank you."

Chris fucked me a little faster and the table began to shake. Suddenly there was a crash as the sugar bowl rattled over to the edge and tumbled onto the floor sending broken pieces and sugar everywhere. Chris stopped in mid thrust. "Oh, no, I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't worry about it," I said, "Let's just move to a move stable fucking platform."

"OK." Chris stepped back and his cock popped out of me. It was glistening with my sex juice.

I jumped down, grabbed his hand, and led him to the sofa in the family room. I noticed that the clock on the wall said 1:30. I lay back on the sofa, one foot on the floor and the other up on the back of the sofa.  "This old couch should be able to take a good pounding," I said.

"I grew up watching movies and playing video games on this sofa with Johanna and all our friends," Chris commented.  "It's going to be so wild to fuck you here, Mrs. Clark."

"Is this wrong, Chris?  Am I a bad mother, a bad woman."

"No, no, no, Mrs. Clark," he insisted, "I want you so much.  I've dreamed of doing it with you for years."

"Then let's make your dreams cum true."

Chris got on his knees on the sofa and moved his rock hard cock back to my pussy.  He rubbed it against my  wet labia and quickly found to hole.  I watched a look of ecstasy wash across his face as he re-penetrated me.

I found ecstasy myself as I felt his hot young cock fill my vagina and begin to move inside me.

For several minutes neither of us said anything during the fuck as I looked up into his young face and he looked down into well-lined, mature face.  Then he leaned down and kissed me.  We kissed tenderly for several more minutes and he thrust steadily in and out, in and out.  Then we stopped kissing and he lay his head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his smooth bare back.  The weight of his firm body felt good thrusting on top of me.

I closed my eyes and savored the experience, listening to the sounds of our breathing and the squeaking sofa springs.  Then I glanced at the clock and saw it was now ten to two.  My strategy apparently had worked, as he had now been drilling me for 20 minutes in addition to the time we had fucked in the kitchen.

I was surprised that I had not yet cum myself, but then I was realized that Chris was being very respectful in the way he fucked me.  He wasn't slamming it into me, but sliding it in slowly, pausing at the end of each thrust and gently pulling back.  It was a very sweet fuck, but I needed more.

I placed my fingertips on my clit and began to rub, making my pussy tingle.  I put my lips near Chris's ear and whispered, "I need you fuck me harder."

"OK," he said, and began to move his cock a little faster.

"Harder Chris."

He went a little faster.

"Deeper Chris, put your cock in as deep as it will go."

Now his body began to press against my fingers on my clit with each inward thrust.  It starting to feel good.

"Fuck me harder Chris.  I need you to pound my pussy."

He adjusted the position of his body to get a better angle and began to thrust deep and hard.

"Yes, that's it."  I massaged my clit, searching for the spot of the most intense pleasure.  Each time Chris's body crashed against my hand I felt a jolt of sexual energy beginning to move me to orgasm.

"Yes, oh yes, you're fucking me good.  Slam it Chris.  Slam your hot young cock into my pussy."

He was drilling me good, our bodies making that wet slapping like two pieces of meat.  The same sound as when the guy I picked up in the night club, Joe, fucked me on the living room sofa.

"My cock is feeling good, Mrs. Clark."

"Keep fucking me Chris, I'm about to cum."

"God what a good fuck you are, Mrs.Clark."

"Oh, yes, you're doing me good.  Fuck me Chris.  Fuck my cunt as hard as you can!"  I felt a wild tingling sensation emanate out from vagina through my breasts to top of my head and the tip of my toes.  My body began to writhe below Chris as I was overtaken by an intense orgasm.

Chris's young body began to shake as he thrust into me harder and harder until until his cock froze in deep thrust and he shuddered violently.  I could feel him erupting inside me, filling the condom with his fresh hot semen.

I wrapped arms tight around his shuddering body and held him until he relaxed completely.

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes.  "God, that was incredible, Mrs. Clark.  That was wilder than I ever imagined it could be."

"Yes, that was a good fuck, Chris.  You made me feel really good."

"You're the sexist woman I have ever met."

"I'm glad that an old lady like me could still be desirable to a young man like you."

"You're are very desirable, Mrs. Clark.  I want to fuck you all the time.  I want to fuck you every day."

"Well, you know we can't Chris.  That would be wrong.  We need to keep this experience just between us, OK?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, you're right.  I won't ever tell anyone what we did.  I'll just dream about it for the rest of my life."

"That's a good boy, Chris," I smiled motherly at him.  "Now let's get dressed."

We gathered up your clothes and put them back on.  I walked Chris to the front door.  We kissed a final time.

"Thank you Mrs. Clark, for giving me the best experience of my life."

"Thank you Chris, for an incredibly good fuck."

As I watched the young man get into his car and drive away I thought that although we couldn't have a relationship that perhaps we would bump into each other again...