"Oh fuck, baby," I whispered, my girlfriend Victoria's tiny, left hand expertly pulling the skin of my six-inch circumcised cock up and down. She was so good that she didn't even need lube, save for a little saliva. Victoria's petite body lay curled up to me as 'the Bachelor' played on the TV in front of us, the volume of which we had on low so as not to disturb her parents sleeping in the other room. We were only visiting for the weekend, getting away from the apartment we shared in the city.
Pressure building in my testicles, I knew it wouldn't be long until I exploded in her hand. Breathing heavily, I looked down her shirt at a pair of perfect DD-cup breasts, partially obscured by her long, black hair. But suddenly she slowed to a stop, eventually letting go of my throbbing erection. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me. "I'm worried they can hear us. Plus, my hand is really cramping."
"So let's switch sides," I said, unsuccessfully attempting to hide the frustration in my voice. "Come on, you got to finish earlier."
"I said no. Besides," she said with finality, gesturing to the television. "Besides, you were looking at those women more than you were looking at me."
"No, I wasn't," I argued truthfully. "I was literally just looking down your shirt."
"Oh, God. Nice." Victoria sighed and turned over. "Goodnight," Victoria muttered, before turning away from me and pulling the blue comforter up to her neck.
"Great." I sighed with annoyance, my dick still hard and sticking out the top of my boxers. "Goodnight. I'll be right back, need to get water and brush my teeth." Not receiving a response, I tucked my boner down and slid out of bed. I crept down the stairs as quietly as possible, heading for the kitchen. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling Reddit as I took each step. Distracted, tired, sexually frustrated, and blinded by the dark, I didn't hear Victoria's mother, Ellen walking to the bottom of the staircase. Immediately after stepping off the bottom step, I collided with Ellen, hard. Apparently, she wasn't paying much attention either.
Extremely startled, I managed to grab the handrail, but Ellen had no such luck. For an Asian woman in her mid-forties, she was tall, at five-foot-seven. Her head hit me in the middle of the chest, and she rebounded backwards. If the poor woman hadn't been so shocked, she probably would've been able to avoid dropping her phone and falling backwards. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. As she stumbled, her arms extended, looking desperately for something to catch her balance. While I had been able to grab a handrail, her fingers only managed to snag the front of my boxers. I tried to grab her arm, but it was too late. Ellen had inadvertently pulled my boxers down to my knees, and as she stumbled, pulled me off the stairs onto her.
Before I fully realized what happened, my half-hard cock brushed against the inside of her thigh. I looked down at my girlfriend's mother, who now lay on her back, directly under me. I'd be lying if I said that I'd never thought about Ellen sexually. The truth is that on multiple occasions while balls-deep in her daughter, I'd imagined that it was Ellen's pussy (or mouth) that I was thrusting and ejaculating in. Looks-wise, she was an average to above-average woman, especially considering her age. She didn't look like one of those Instagram models or porn stars, but if she was your teacher, or your friend's mom growing up, you'd want to fuck her. The sexiest thing about her was the sole fact that she was my girlfriend's mother, but she had aged gracefully. Her exercise regimen kept her body tight and her ass thick. After seeing her in a bikini at the beach last summer, I could also confirm that her breasts still looked amazing as well. Ellen had put on a little weight since her younger years, but in all the right places. Seeing her now on the floor, jet-black hair splayed around her, in a revealing, white nightgown, gave me a slight rush. I quickly pulled up my boxers.
"Oh God, ma'am, are you okay?" Still kneeling between her legs, I rose to a stand, both of her arms in my hands. I hope she didn't see my cock, I thought. She slowly stood, clearly shaken.
"Yes, I'm okay." She said, breathing hard. Ellen stumbled, but I held her steady. She grimaced. "My head is really hurting though. Would you take me to the kitchen for ice?"
"Of course," I responded. "I'm really sorry about that, I should've been paying more attention."
"No, no." She smiled at me. "I'm really okay. It wasn't your fault; I should've turned a light on." I helped her to the kitchen, guiding her to a seat at the small, circular table by the counter. As I went through the freezer looking for a good ice pack, she spoke up again. "If it's all the same to you, would it be all right if we didn't mention this to my husband, or Victoria? I'm just embarrassed is all." She blushed. Did she see my penis after all? Just the thought of it made some blood flow south.
"No problem." I pulled out a frozen bag of peas and wrapped it in a paper towel. "Will this work?"
"Perfect." She continued smiling as I walked towards her, and I could've sworn that she oh so briefly glanced at my crotch. Ellen placed the pack against the back of her head, while I headed back to the sink for a couple glasses of water. "Why don't you sit with me for a bit?" She patted the chair next to her.
"Sure," I replied, smiling, as I took a seat. Ellen and I talked for a while about random things: my job, her job, family, but stopped suddenly when her husband Ron came up.
