Suddenly she laughed. "They're so much bigger than I remember," she said. Without any hesitation she took my shaft into her hands and started tugging gently on it, massaging it from base to tip with her smooth, cool hands. My cock grew the entire time in response to her gentle but firm kneading. Her right hand played with my cock while her left moved down to hold my sac.
"Do you like how that feels?" she asked, already knowing the answer that I couldn't give. She kept pulling on my dick, kneading the flesh between her experienced hands.
She stopped abruptly. "Let me get some supplies," she said with a dirty look in her eye, a mischievous smile spread across her lips. "We're going to make this worthwhile."
Still not fully believing what was happening to me, I just nodded and said, "Ok."
I stood in the laundry room while she went up the stairs. There were perhaps hundreds of kids toys and various other items related to living with three children strewn about the basement, but in the area of the dryer there was little more than a garbage can in the corner and a shelf containing dryer sheets and the like.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and pretended I hadn't been looking around. Linda entered the room with several items. The first looked like a tub of lube, and when she set it down on the shelf next to the detergent I could make out the word HANDJOB among various others on the side. A dark green towel and a cock ring were the other two items. I began to get excited again.
Linda walked over to where I was standing by the washing machine and turned me to face the garbage can in the corner. She asked, "are you ready?" while displaying her grin, flirty eyes, and perfect mouth.
"For what?" I was on a roll today with the brilliant lines.
"For this," she said as spun me around and put her face next to mine. She was standing behind me with her right hand on my cock, full and erect, and opening the jar of lube with her left. I felt her start to roll the cock ring onto the tip of my hard member, and heard the words 'you're going to love this,' whispered in my ear. I somehow knew that she was going to be right.
The cock ring got tighter and tighter as it neared the base of my dick. It pulled the skin tight at the tip, which allowed my masseuse to rub her fingers, still dry, all over my extremely sensitive shaft. The more aroused I became, the harder my cock got, thanks to the ring Linda had. When the stimulation became almost unbearable, she switched to the lube.
Linda dipped two of her fingers in the open jar on the shelf, and I watched as she reached around and started to spread it gently, first on the head, but the top only. Then she worked her way down the top of my cock to the base, leaving my sensitive underside to yearn for her soft caress. When she had worked her way down to the base, she started back up, all the way to the tip, and over to the bottom in one fluid motion. She repeated this on the bottom, making small circles down and then back up to make a circle with her fingers around the tip of my throbbing dickhead. The thumb-forefinger circle on my cockhead became two fingers, her hand gyrating in steady rhythm around my most sensitive area like a hand juicing a lemon; the same hands had surely made lemonade in this fashion before, being the mother that she was. Her handjob slowly turned into the familiar pumping that I was expecting, but I was already so horny that I was sure to cum soon. She seemed to sense this and she stopped, wanting to get more out of what we were doing than a handful of semen.
"We'll continue this later," she said; was I going to fuck this beautiful woman?
"I want to you to fuck me," she continued; apparently I was.
The tits I had fantasized about for years, the pussy that my hand had turned into in my dreams, were both about to be exposed to me for the first time, and this thought made me wild with desire. Linda stood across the room from me, taking her shirt off first, and then her bra. The tits that swung in front of me were the most perfect I had ever laid my eyes on. Looking at the glorious mounds of flesh and the pink nipples reminded me how good a fabulous set of breasts could look. Next off were her jeans, and the perfection of her pussy convinced me that her naked beauty would forever be etched in my memory.
She turned and faced the dryer. "Why don't you come over here?" She asked, and I moved behind her and started kissing her neck. She let out a sigh of pleasure as my arms wrapped around her waist. I massaged one hand up to her tits and the other down to her pussy, stroking the immaculate skin in between my fingers. Her soft breasts yielded to my grasping, and her pussy lips opened to invite my touch. I fingered her relentlessly, thumbed her clit, and enjoyed the moist pressure her insides could put on my groping fingers.
She put one knee on the washing machine, our bodies separating briefly. Her pussy displayed for me, I basked in its glory before aligning my hips with hers. Slowly, I placed the tip of my penis against her lips. I let go with my hand, and moved forward to put pressure behind my cock. I felt the warmth as she gasped; I was entering her. We were one. I pushed in further, my cock straining, and she couldn't resist pushing her hips back against mine, trying to get more of me inside, deeper. I was more than willing to acquiesce, and once I was inside I began to form a rhythm, pumping, moistening, fucking. Linda put her head down on the machine, and I lost all control. I fucked her wildly, hard and fast, before I realized I wanted to watch our conjoined genitals in this most carnal of acts.
I stopped, and she recommended we go upstairs to continue. I went first, and she followed after getting the supplies from the shelf. She lay down on the bed first, and I pulled her hips to the edge. I entered her perfect pussy, her legs spread, and we fucked like animals. She made noises I had never heard before and have never heard since. I had once read that a woman's sexual peak was in her forties, and I could only imagine what she would be like in ten years, being the animal she was now.
I fucked her standing next, with her right leg draped over my shoulder. Her legs were spread wide, fucking back against me.
"Scott, I'm going to...Oh, God, I'm cumming!" She orgasmed wildly amidst a series of hip spasms that almost knocked me over. This was too much for me, and I told her I needed to get off. We parted, and she knelt in front of me.
"I guess I'll finish what I started earlier," Linda said as her hand wrapped around my straining shaft, stroking, spitting on my cock to lube it up.
"Oh, God...I'm going to cum soon" was all I could say, as her handjob was much more to the point this time. Her gaze was fixed on my cock, and I could tell she was fascinated by what was about to happen.
Her pumping continued until she felt me swell with the anticipation of impending orgasm, and her motion slowed in speed but continued in intensity. As I shot my load against her chest in the first shot, she jerked a little, surprised at how violently I came, but continued her steady pumping nonetheless. She focused on the head of my dick, going hand over hand, milking another huge shot onto her breasts, which were now dripping in cum. I strained forward, and finished cumming, entirely spent.
"Thanks for letting me do that to you," she said as she wiped off her hands on a towel. I was wiping myself off, when she said, "maybe you should go soon, but I'd like to see you again this week. Before you go to school."
"I can't wait," I said as I smiled, and she kissed me on the lips, fully. I had the feeling that great things were in store for the next few days.
