Chapter 9
Bobby looked at Mrs. Phillips sitting on the edge of the pool, at the shallow end. Her bikini covered so little of her body, it looked as if she wasn't wearing anything on the bottom. If she opened her legs a little, he could tell. He might even see a little of her pussy hair.
He tried not to stare openly at her voluptuous body. He saw where Linda got her sexy body and good looks. If she wasn't Linda's mother, he would be interested in trying to poke her. He had never fucked an older woman. He turned over and floated on his back in the middle of the pool.
Sandra paid particular attention to the considerable bulge in Bobby's tight trunks. She wondered if his cock was partially hard, or if his strong young tool was actually that big.
"Thanks for inviting me over for a swim, Mrs. Phillips," he said.
"You're welcome, Bobby. Linda is spending the night with Teri, and I thought we might get better acquainted. I want to know more about the young man my daughter calls her steady."
"Oh, we aren't really going steady, Mrs. Phillips. I mean, it isn't like we don't occasionally date others. We're just there for each other whenever.. . "
"Uh huh. I think that's wise, Bobby. You're both too young to tie yourself to one person. I want Linda to experience more of life than I did before she settles down. I married way too young."
"Yeah, I understand, Mrs. Phillips. But don't worry. We have never talked about marriage, and I don't expect that we will."
"Come over here where I can see your face when I talk to you."
He swam over and stood in front of her, disturbed by the sudden change in her tone of voice. He wondered if she had found out about his session with Linda and her friends in the master bedroom the other day. Maybe they hadn't cleaned up as well as they thought. His heart fluttered with fear.
She looked directly into his face. "Bobby, I've been meaning to talk to you about this for several weeks now," she said, her voice stern, her face set. "I know you're fucking my daughter. And you have been for quite some time."
Bobby's heart nearly stopped, then started pounding rapidly. His mouth was suddenly so dry he could barely swallow. "Why, Mrs. Phillips," he croaked. "How could you say such a thing? Linda's a very nice girl."
"Cut the bullshit, Bobby!" Sandra snorted.
"Just because a girl-likes to fuck doesn't mean that she isn't nice. I can tell when a girl is getting cock on a daily basis. Linda is, and you're giving it to her." She smiled and unconsciously rubbed her nipples through her bikini top. "You must have something very nice to give her, Bobby. I taught her never to settle for second best."
"Maybe I'm not the only one," Bobby muttered.
Taking him completely by surprise, she reached out with both hands and stripped his swimsuit down. In spite of his fear, or perhaps because of it, his prick already stood at half-mast. With great difficulty, she kept her hands off the beautiful stalk of manly flesh.
"My, my, just look at that," she said in a hoarse whisper. "No wonder Linda goes for it. You're very well hung for such a young man. Play with your cock, dear. I want to see what it looks like when it's fully hard."
He didn't know what else to do. Obediently, he took his shaft in his hand and began to stroke it. His fist began to slip slowly up and down the shaft. He began to stroke it a little faster and watched in fascination as she quickly removed her tiny bikini top.
She licked her lips and jutted her tits at him. Her body was a more voluptuous version of Linda's. Her tits were more mature, heavier and a little riper than her daughter's. If one could tell what a girl would look like in later years by looking at her mother, Linda was destined to be one hell of a gorgeous older woman!
The bare head of his cock was right in front of her face. "I can just imagine that big prick going in and out of my daughter's tight little pussy," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. She lifted her ass and removed the bottom of her bikini. "Do you like to fuck my daughter, Bobby? Is she a good piece of ass?"
He suddenly understood what this was all about. His apprehension evaporated. He felt very bold and grown-up. Linda's mother wanted him to fuck her! Well, why the hell not? She might have slipped past forty, but she was still a beautiful, exciting woman. And so damned sexy!
"Yeah, I like it, Mrs. Phillips. We both like it."
"What do you do, Bobby? Tell me all about it."
He wasn't sure how to answer her question. "Well, the usual things, I guess."
"Doing the usual things can get dreadfully boring, dear. Does she suck your cock and let you cum in her mouth? Do you eat her pussy until she cums?"
"Well, yeah, we do those things."
She touched his prick. She wrapped her palm around the head, then let it slide on down the shaft until her hand touched his. She matched his stroking rhythm and helped him masturbate.
He was about to cum. He didn't want to yet, but he couldn't help himself. The gorgeous Mrs. Phillips was sitting right in front of him, as naked as the day she was born, and her hand on his cock caused things to happen.
Sandra recognized the signs, knew he was close to shooting his load. For a moment, she wondered if she should simply help him jack off or take his cock in her mouth.
"I've heard that many young men your age can fuck for hours, Bobby. Are you one of them? Are you like a strong young bull who can shoot several times before he wears out?"
"Jesus, Mrs. Phillips!"
"You don't have to be shy, dear. How many times in a row can you fuck?"
"About four or five, I guess. Sometimes. It depends."
"Have you fucked recently, Bobby? Did you fuck Linda last night?"
"Yeah, we did it in your.. . " He caught himself, but the cat was out of the bag.
"Aha! Just as I suspected! You two have been using my bed, haven't you? Does it excite you to look up at that big mirror when you and Linda fuck?" Sandra smiled slyly. "I'll bet you've found my little cache of fuck films, too, haven't you? Do you watch them and do the things the people in the movie are doing? Is that how you learn different ways to fuck?"
"Oh, God, Mrs. Phillips! I'm about to cum!"
"I know, Bobby. Answer my question."
"Yeah, we've watched a couple of them."
"Just a couple? I'll bet you've watched a lot of them. And I'll also bet they turn you on. Does Linda like them?"
"Yeah, she gets off on watching other people fuck."
"Uh huh. I thought so. I'm going to let you cum now, Bobby. But you must promise that you'll get hard again soon. I want this big thing in my pussy."
"Yeah, I promise, Mrs. Phillips!"
He released his cock and grabbed her ears with both hands. He tried to yank her head forward and stick his cock in her mouth. She pulled away and shook her head.
"No caveman stuff, Bobby," she said sternly. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
"Yeah!" he croaked.
She sat him on the edge of the pool and knelt in the shallow water between his legs. She leaned into the basket of forbidden fruit and kissed his dick. She stuck out her tongue and began to lap his balls, rolling them around with the tip of her tongue.
His cock throbbed and rose like a cobra responding to the flute. The shaft jerked and bumped the top of her head. The more she licked his nuts with her warm, wet tongue, the stiffer his prick got. And the greater the pressure in his groin grew. She licked the underside of his stem from the root to the tip.
He groaned out loud, so hot he could hardly stand it. A pearl-sized drop of clear fluid oozed from the slit in his swollen glans. She swirled her tongue across the tip, then took the head into her mouth. She began to stroke his shaft slowly as she sucked.
He grabbed her tits and squeezed them so hard she grunted. He pulled her bloated nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, milking them the same way she was milking his cock with her mouth.
She lifted her head and said, "I hope you have a big load built up, dear. I want you to fill my mouth with your nice cream."
His load instantly doubled in size.
She sucked the thick bulb back into her mouth. She cupped his sack in one hand and rolled his nuts around gently. She began to stroke his long, thick shaft a little faster with her other hand. Seconds after putting her mouth back over his dick, she felt the twitching and throbbing that signaled the beginning of his orgasm. She played with his nuts, sucked avidly and stroked rapidly, urging him to fill her mouth with his jism.
He could no longer control his cock. His prick had never been in a more masterful mouth. Not even Teri, the human vacuum cleaner, could match her skill. He pulled at her nipples, thrust his dick down her throat, and turned loose.
His thick jizz shot into her throat with force. None of the cocks she had sucked in the past couple of years had ejaculated with such ferocity. She gobbled and slurped and swallowed the copious load of hot male cream he fed her. She continued to stroke furiously with her hand as she sucked every drop from his thrusting prick. She turned him into a mindless mass of jelly with her mouth. She tightened her thumb and forefinger around the shaft and milked it, draining the last dregs of semen onto her tongue.
He held onto her tits and tried to ride out the storm without falling down. This foxy, older woman was the most voracious, skilled cocksucker he knew. Linda was good, but not as good as her mother. He knew he had never cum so hard in his young life. It felt like she was turning his entire body inside out and sucking it through his prick into her greedy mouth!
The head of his cock got so sensitive, he couldn't stand another second of her sucking mouth. He pushed on her head and pulled his dick away from her.
Reluctantly, she let his limp dick slide out of her mouth. She smacked her lips and grinned. "My, my, that was quite a load." She held the head of his cock in her open palm and kissed it tenderly. "And after you dumped a load in Linda's pussy last night, too. Do you always cum so much?"
He smiled weakly. "No. It was just the way you sucked me. I thought you were going to suck my insides out."
"Do you cum that hard when Linda sucks you off?"
"God damn, Mrs. Phillips! Why do you keep asking about Linda and me? I don't feel comfortable talking about her and what we do."
"I don't see why not, Bobby. I know you two fuck every chance you get. What's wrong with telling me what you do?"
"You know it isn't nice to kiss and tell, Mrs. Phillips"
"Well, well, a young man with manners. You'll tell me, however, sooner or later. Now, why don't we go inside and get more comfortable? This cement is hard on my ass and knees. You seem to like my bed so much, we'll use it."
"Oh, uh, sure, Mrs. Phillips. But I thought maybe you would want me to leave now."
"Why on earth would I want you to leave? Are you in the habit of shooting off in a girl's mouth, then running away before you at least give her pussy a nice tongue bath? If you are, forget it. I expect more than that from a man. Do you have a date? Is that why you want to leave?"
"No, I don't have a date, and I don't want to leave. I just thought.. . . "
"You thought wrong, dear." She got to her feet and took his cock in her hand. "I'll tell you when to leave. And that won't be until this thing has no life left in it. Sucking a guy o always makes me so fucking hot, I go wild. She chuckled sexily. "And you haven't fucked wild woman until you fuck me."