Chapter 2 - My Girlfriend's Teasing but Very Forward Mother

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Menna’s never been cold to him, but she’s also never been friendly. His girlfriend’s mom allows him to spend time with her daughter as long as he keeps her happy, but she’s made it very clear he’s on a leash and it’s tight. This last Halloween she had a him pinata made, and if that wasn’t a message he’s not sure what is. She’s friendly to his face, with a big wide smile that warms his heart when he focuses on it, but it’s an inch thin and he’s aware the ice beneath his feet is just as thin.

So coming down and finding her making dinner in nothing but an apron leaves him understandably astounded. “Menna?” He asks, blinking as he takes in her bare ass. He can’t help but admire her for a long moment, barely holding back the drool that threatens to spill from his lips. She’s curvy and slender at the same time. She’s got a body that’s impossibly fit for a woman who stays home taking care of her kids. She lives off an old trust fund, and he couldn’t tell from looking at her. She’s a taller woman with a big ass that stands out, almost threateningly. Her back is smooth, and he can’t help but reach out and touch it as the silence drags on.

“Can you help me cut the veggies?” She finally speaks up to ask him, tilting her head back to give him a knowing smirk. He springs to action in the same way his cock spring in his pants at the acknowledgement that it’s okay he’s seeing this. He spends more than a little time zoning out doing what she says while watching the way her ass sways and her hips jiggle. From this angle he can also see her shapely tits pressing against the apron and pushing it out. His gaze is transfixed on her nipples pushing it just a little further, and her whole nudity apparent before him. It’s so captivating in fact- “Ow!” - that he cuts himself without a thought. He barely registers the sting, his entire body is hot and struggling to keep up.

“Here.” She leans in, taking his hand in hers and raising it. His gaze follows the bloody finger, up until it reaches her cherry red lips. He says nothing as she slips it into her mouth, and suckles gently. A shiver runs through his body, and his wide eyes stare as she cleans his wound with care and gentle focus. 

“Wow, um…” He doesn’t know what to say. The feeling of her lips closing around a part of him while she looks him over with concern? Worth it, he’d get cut again in an instant to see this. A part of him wonders if he’d be as into this if he’d gotten more hugs growing up, because that should be gross.

“Mmnn-” She pulls back, showing him a bloodless wound. Before it can start again now that the suction and pressure is gone, she’s wrapping his finger with a pink bandaid. Where she got it? He has literally no clue. He hasn’t paid attention to a damn thing in over a minute now. He can only wonder if she had it ready, like she expected it. She’s probably proud her body is that distracting. “All better?”

“Y-yeah.” He croaks awkwardly.  He’s too stunned to really remark as she takes over the veggies, finishing them quickly and rinsing off his blood from the produce. He’s left behind her, admiring her bare ass and back and it clicks, he’s supposed to fuck that. It’d be one thing if she just likes cooking in the mostly nude, but if that was the case she’d have objected to his presence, not asked for him to participate.
This is an invitation and he’s a dumbass. He waits until she’s done with the knife and palms her ass. “May I?”

“Please do.” Without even acknowledging what he’s asking, he pulls out his dick, and slaps it against her ass hard enough for it to jiggle.

“Oh my, you are thick.” She laughs a little. “My daughter wasn’t lying…”

“So, she did set this up.” He asks mid moan, rubbing against her happily. Her body is so hot it hurts to not touch it..

“I didn’t say that.” She teases.

“You kinda did.” He grumbles, before lifting her up in both arms. “Okay, this way!”

“Hey the water’s boiling!” She grumbles as she leans back, and lets him do just that. He doesn’t check to see if it is, he really doesn’t care. What he does care about is how her body looks laid down on her chest on the table. He pushes her face into the wood by pressing down on the small of her back, and admires the way her legs hang off of it. Her ass is so perfectly ready for him, and with one loud clap of his palm against her bottom cheek he takes advantage of her new submissive position and lines himself up.

“I thought I was on the leash.” He jokes as he slips right into her moist lips and finds himself captured by a mother’s love.. “Where’s your collar?”

“My room, closet, haah, between the box of notebooks and the box of binders.” She answers quickly, rocking her hips back and forth along his cock. “Mmnn, haah, punish me.”

“I wasn’t expecting an honest answer.” He admits with a gulp, gripping her with both hands and beginning to steadily pound into her depths. She’s so wet it’s hard to get a good angle, but once he has one he finds it’s like bathing in luxury. His cock is so ready to have fun with this woman, he’s having fun with it. He reaches around her, hugging her close over the table and using both hands to grip her tits underneath the apron. He tweaks her solid nipples, and sinks his fingers into glorious titflesh while happily fucking into her with all he has.

“Harder!” She begs, and he’s happy to oblige, even as it sends him ever closer and the table beneath them rocks and rumbles. He’s a little worried they’re gonna break it, but she’s not, she’s bucking back onto him and happily making him rut into it. “Oh fuck!”

He can’t help it, it’s too much, and she’s just too sexy.
Maybe growing up without a mother didn’t indoctrinate him enough to motherly charms, but something about her drives him crazy. “Gonna, cum, oh fuck, gonna pump you full!” His dick spasms, and he shoots the first load deep inside as fast as he warns her. It’s everything he ever dreamed of, and he holds her close for it.

“Wait! Haah, not inside!” She warns him far too late.

He ruts another load into her, then another, then another-
Cumming with everything he has. He doesn’t dare half ass it, he’s already unloading deep and it’s too late now!

“Oh fuck it’s so hot!” She moans, rolling around him with her spasming insides, and treating him to a harder orgasm than he thought possible. She milks him deep, and he doesn’t dare slow down until he’s got every single drop laid deep inside her. “So much…” She gasps, rocking her hips to feel it, it and the way it begins to flow out of her pussy and onto the floor below.

“S-sorry.” He pants, squeezing her tits again, and wondering if he’ll get to do this again.

“It’s fine.” She gets out between ragged breaths. “Just help me get this cleaned up before the water boils over.”

“Rodger.” He darts for the mop.