Mom Gets Pounded Because Daughter Is Grounded (Expanded)
New Expanded Edition copyright 2023 by Stormbringer
Expanded from the 2005 story of the same name
Megan's eyes flew open as her alarm rang, her hips still rising into the imaginary thrusts of her dream lover. She reached out and hit the alarm with her right hand. Her left hand reached out for her husband, Frank, or more preciously where Frank's penis should be. Her hand found only emptiness.
She sighed as her sleepy confusion faded as did the memories of her erotic dream. Frank was away and wouldn't be back for another week leaving her lonely and horny. She couldn't do anything about her loneliness, but her other problem was solvable.
Her right arm returned, patting the alarm clock before moving down and opening her nightstand's drawer. Her hand reached in, closing around the shaft of her vibrator. She picked it up, feeling its weight, her fingers closing around the thin shaft and quickly dropping it back in the drawer. This wasn't what she was looking for. Her hand reached back in the drawer searching for her larger toy. A lazy smile spread across her sleepy face as her fingers tightened around her secret playmate.
Frank knew about the little one, he'd even encouraged her to buy it. He watched her masturbate with it and he used it on her after making love if he failed to give her an orgasm which meant he always used it on her after sex. Sometimes, on special occasions, he used it on her before sex. He brought her to the brink before mounting her and finishing her off with his hard penis which managed to work half the time. On one such occasion, their fifteenth anniversary, they'd wonderfully cum together. The other half of the time, she'd finish herself off with the vibrator while he was in the bathroom cleaning up.
The pink vibrator was inserted up to 53/4" and matched Frank's length but was thicker as her husband's penis was rather skinny. As long as there was life in the battery, it could go as long as needed. Frank had to strain to pace himself. She hadn't told him about the bigger one, she wasn't sure if his ego could handle it. Her secret toy was much thicker and had three more inches of penetration than the little one. The way it filled her increased the intensity of her orgasms, each additional inch increasing their strength by 50%. She'd quickly become hooked on it and knew it was partially responsible for her inability to cum with her husband, her pussy quickly stretching and adapting to the large vibrator.
Even though her husband couldn't get her off, she would have traded both sex toys for him to be home right now to give her what she needed. The heat and pulse of a real penis ejaculating inside her, the flesh-on-flesh contact of their bodies pressing together, his lips pushing against hers or sucking one of her swollen nipples into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over the rough nub rising out of her puffy areola. Her nipples were so swollen they were almost painful. They'd become more sensitive and easily aroused since she'd been pregnant with her daughter and remained a source of embarrassment for her as they seemed to pop out at the most inopportune times.
Megan moaned in frustration, moving the vibrator between her legs. She flipped it on and slowly inserted it. She was soaked and ready for it. Her nipples remained swollen, aching with need. She always had a high sex drive and even now at 36, it was as high as it had ever been if not higher. She used the big vibrator every day when Frank was away on business which was three weeks out of every month. She wore out a lot of batteries.
Megan had a strong sex drive but it only got this bad once a month. Erotic dreams, stiff nipples, and a swollen clit all pointed to one thing: she was ovulating! This happened every month right between her cycles and left her in a hyper-aroused state for around three days and yet again, there was no husband to take care of her needs. Moreover, his timing had been so bad for several years now that for the week he was home, she was often on her period.
They weren't trying to get pregnant. Their eighteen-year-old daughter, Michelle was enough and with the way she'd been behaving lately, she was glad they hadn't had more children. One was enough. Frank agreed and had been snipped. She still craved his dick inside her, feeling his prick ejaculating inside her during this time was typically the most successful chance she had of cumming on his dick. It just never worked out that he was home when she needed him the most.
"Oh fuck," she groaned, taking the vibrator to the hilt and turning it to the max. She'd be using this thing several times a day until her ovulation passed.
Megan's pelvis bounced up and down on the bed, imagining she was getting fucked. She whimpered when she brought her hands up to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples almost violently. She moaned again, raising her body and pushing her pelvis down on the bed. She tried to push the shaking vibrator deeper almost wishing she'd bought an even bigger one to satisfy her in her time of need. But this one did its job. It did its job so well, that she cried out loudly as she came all over it. She collapsed back down on the bed; grateful Michelle's room was on the other side of the house so that her daughter couldn't hear her.
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Michelle's alarm rang. She raised her crotch to match Big Nig's thrusts. Massive biceps held his muscular body above hers as Nigel slammed the massive black cock he'd named Big Nig, in and out of her wet pussy. She cried out in pleasure; grateful her mom's room was on the other side of the house so she couldn't hear her. Michelle reached around his broad chest, grabbing his shoulders. His dark dominating eyes stared into hers as she pulled herself up into him, lifting her pink lips to his flat dark lips.
The alarm sounded again and the giant black man slowly faded away.
Michelle collapsed onto the bed, whimpering in frustration that her dream, was not a reality.
She didn't like black men. It wasn't that she was racist, she just didn't find them attractive and hadn't given any of her black classmates the time of day. Her parents were a little racist, but she wasn't. She just didn't like black men or at least thought she didn't. That was until she saw Nigel in his bathing suit.
The first time she saw him was during cheerleading practice. She was leading the squad through a routine when she noticed the football coach leading the huge black man out on the field. Seeing him made all the girls stop practicing. She thought he was the scariest, ugliest black man she'd ever seen and looked too old to be a high school student. He towered over the coach and her boyfriend, Darren, the quarterback. Darren was quite large, but the black man was significantly larger. They were trying to recruit him to the team. A man his size would make an outstanding offensive lineman, near unstoppable. Michelle thought the black man looked more like a street thug than a team player. She was right, he had no interest despite the coach practically begging him.
The black man, who she later found out his name was Nigel Jefferson, stopped and stared at her before leaving. His dark eyes met her green ones before sweeping down her body to check out her buxom figure in her cheerleading uniform. Michelle felt a tremble through her body as he smirked at her before turning and walking off the field. As he walked away, she realized her nipples were suddenly trying to poke through her bra and a dampness had appeared between her thighs.
She hoped she'd never see him again and for the most part, she didn't. They didn't have classes together. Nigel was mostly in remedial classes. She rarely saw him in the hall and apparently, he skipped school several days a week. They did have lunch period together, but Nigel sat at the other end of the cafeteria. At first, he sat alone at a table, but as the weeks passed, black male classmates began gathering around him.
Football season and her relationship with Darren came and left. He immediately dated another cheerleader. Michelle got asked out a few times but turned them down. She was too pissed off at her mother and Darren that she wanted nothing to do with boys at the moment. She focused on schoolwork and swimming.
The school was one of the few in the county with an Olympic-sized pool. Michelle and her mom always loved the water, attending the public pool together and most of their vacations involved the beach and swimming. Michelle joined the swim team her sophomore year and was made team captain her senior year. She was at the public pool practicing when she saw Nigel again.
She couldn't look away. She'd never seen so many muscles on a man and if the rumors were true, she knew where he'd gotten them. Word around the school was that he'd just been released from prison for selling drugs. He was arrested just before she arrived at high school. She'd overheard some teachers saying he hadn't been that big when he got arrested. However, he must have spent most of his time in jail lifting weights. There was some sort of error in his arrest, a mistrial declared, and rumors of a lawsuit against the school. Now a 20-year-old giant black ex-con was going to school with her. Michelle was the second oldest student after him, turning 18 in her junior year. She'd been held back for a year due to their family's constant moving for her father's job. Finally, her mother convinced her dad that they needed to settle down in one place so Michelle could make friends and have a normal life.
Michelle felt that tremble move through her body again as Nigel stared at her. He gave her that same smirk and eye sweep of her body. This time she felt her nipples harden and poke out through her swimsuit at his gaze. She was grateful she wasn't wearing the skimpy bikini she usually wore to the pool. However, her one-piece bared her stomach and was just as sexy. She tried to practice her laps, but every time she glanced at Nigel, he was staring at her. Truthfully, she couldn't help staring at him as much as he stared at her. He was still ugly, but an aura of masculine dominance surrounded him. He had a presence. Her eyes swept his body, widening with disbelief when they fell on his crotch. The muscles on his arms and chest were nothing compared to the muscle bulging underneath his tight swim trunks. She pulled herself out of the water and sat on the pool's edge. She tried not to stare at that huge tubular bulge and wondered why her heart beat so fast.
That was when Nigel Jefferson approached her.
Michelle's heart beat faster. His eyes locked on to hers, hypnotically freezing her in place. It worked for a few seconds before her flight from danger response kicked in. She broke eye contact, stood up, and hurried to the restroom. It was time to get out.
Michelle slipped into a stall pulling her suit down over her breasts and wiggling it down so she could sit on the toilet. She peed. Michelle stood and pulled her suit back up. She left the stall and washed her hands, holding them under the air dryer for a moment. All she had to do was retrieve her things from the lockers and head home. She opened her locker and took out her bag, briefly glancing at her phone inside to check for messages. Michelle turned and nearly slammed into the black brick wall that was Nigel Jefferson's chest.
"What's the rush, white girl?" He grunted.
