It was well after 2 AM when Mark and his friend Tom staggered back home. Both were heavily drunk and somehow they had managed to walk the right way back to Marks house. It had been the last day of High school and both decided to get drunk for this occasion. The 2nd step of their plan in getting some extra fun with the opposite sex failed miserably. Mark was tired and was glad to see the front door of his house. Both walked in, climbed the stairs to Marks room and lay down to sleep.
After a deep sleep Mark woke up suddenly. He was thirsty as hell but at the same time too tired to get up. However, the urge for water was too strong to keep him in bed. He got up on his wobbly legs and looked through the curtains. The sun was already rising and the bright light hurt his eyes and head. He turned around and checked the floor for Tom's body in case he was in the way to the door. Rubbing his sleepy eyes he turned once or twice in his room but couldn't find anything on the floor resembling something like a body.
"Where the hell is he..." Mark mumbled and left the room.
Marks bladder was also sending out an emergency call so he stopped at the toilet. There was also no sign of Tom in the bathroom. Maybe he was lying on the living room couch he thought. After he finished his Business in the toilet Mark went downstairs. But Tom wasn't in the living room either. Mark was too tired to think more about Toms disappearance act and his thirst was at the moment rather more important. He went through the living room and around to the kitchen. Tired he rubbed his eyes. The door to the kitchen was open and Mark nearly screamed. Quickly he turned around the corner and pressed his body against the white painted wall. His heart was thumping hard, his head spun and Mark wasn't quite sure if his imagination was playing games with him or not.
"Please let this be some totally weird dream..." he whispered and slowly turned his head around the corner of the kitchen door.
But what Mark had seen a minute ago seemed to be the awful truth. There he was, his best friend Tom, sucking at the breast nipple of his mom. Mark just could not believe it. His mom stood there, her eyes closed in pleasure. Her black silk bathrobe was wide-open showing off her large jugs. One of Tom's hands cupped her left breast twitching her nipple, while his mouth sucked at her right one. His mother moaned a little and grabbed Toms back head pressing his face tighter against her breasts. She ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair. Mark looked at the well-tanned breasts of her mother. Tom's hand pressed and knelled the holy flesh, rolling his thumb over the erect pink nipple.
Mark gulped. His cock twitched in his grey shorts. He turned his head away and didn't quite know how to work this out in his head. How did Tom manage to get so far with his mom? And how could his mother even allow this to happen! His parents were divorced and he knew Mom did not have a boyfriend and certainly she might have been overcome by the sexual desire...but! Looking at her now Mark realised how beautiful she was. She just had hit 40 but her body was well trimmed. He was watching how Tom got rid off her bathrobe revealing her slim waist and the black thong she wore. Mark gaped. He couldn't believe that this woman was his mother. She looked just too good. Her skin was well tanned and there seemed to be no gram of fat on her. Her round tits and pointing pink nipple looked delicious.
"You are all wet down there Mrs. Anderson." Tom whispered touching her pussy through the fabric.
Marks Mom stroke her long, straight, blond hair back and they kissed passionately. Their tongues played with each other, their hands stroking their partner's bodies. Tom got off his T- Shirt and shorts and Mark had to admit, that Tom had a large dick. He always mentioned that point to him but Mark never believed him. Now he was looking at the bulging prick being stroked by the hands of his Mother. It was a strange sight; he was disgusted by it and disgusted that he was getting horny watching it. Unconsciously he was holding his pulsing dick in his hands.
Tom ripped down the black thong of Marks Mother. He slapped his fingers around her firm butt cheeks massaging them as he did with her breasts. Her blond pussy hair was wet and he smelled the musky odour of her cunt. He knelt down and she automatically spread her legs open, inviting him to taste her juices. Slowly he entered his fingers into the warm and wet hole. She shuddered, her hands holding the corners of the kitchen counter. Tom smiled at her and circled around the clit with his finger. Slowly he entered the third finger. He teased her by only touching the clit a few times. Each time she moaned and begged him to touch her more. Her cunt got wetter by the minute and Tom was surprised how fast she was getting ready. The flesh was hot and her cunt lips were swollen and she was wiggling her ass cheeks against the counter table each time his finger dug deeper into her.
"Take me Tom...please...I really want it right now!" She was sweating, her face cheeks reddened.
Tom stood up and kissed her wildly massaging her lush breasts. These were no girl tits. These were tits of a woman he thought. He licked over her erect nipples. He knew she was ready. His hard cock was slapping impatiently against her stomach. The feel of her warm skin against his prick head turned him on. Suddenly she turned around and stuck out her butt in front of him. Holding the edge of the kitchen counter with her hands she spread out her long tanned legs. Tom looked a while at her stunning body. He touched her long legs and licked her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and enjoyed all the attention the boy gave to her body. Each time his tongue met her skin Goosebumps ran over her body.
Softly with his fingertips he stroked her soft skin from her shoulders to her ass. Grabbing the cheeks with his hands he knelt them for a moment. This woman is fit he thought. She didn't look like somebody's mother.
The cum of her pussy dribbled down her legs. She looked back at him with a sultry glance in her eyes.
"Fuck me... Fuck me Tom!"
Holding her waist firmly Tom entered her with a swift move wasting no time.
"Aaaa...GOD!" he heard her scream. She was hot. The wet walls of her cunt seemed to cling around his dick, pressing it, holding it not to let it slip away. He breathed heavily after the first few strokes. Her ass cheeks were wobbling with each penetration. His dick drove deeper into her, his balls slapping against her. He leant over her body, licking with his tongue her back line. She moaned heavily when he grabbed her swinging jugs with force, squeezing them and twisting her nipples.
"HAA...give it to me Baby." She cried panting for air.
Her blond hair swung wildly with each stroke Tom made. Her cunt was dribbling, her muscles ready for the orgasm. He held her slim waist and started to bang harder and faster. The slapping sound of fucking filled the air of the kitchen. She screamed and crawled her fingers on the counter table. He clenched his teeth together holding back the urge to come.
She moaned deeply. His fat cock was driving her crazy. It was a big and fat one and she realised how much she had missed over the years. She had the occasional sex but she had never been driven to such a height of lust in years. Her body screamed to be fucked more by this boy. She loved how he touched her, how he licked her and how he fucked her. His fingers circled and twitched her breast nipples, his hands massaging the soft skin, his tongue moving up her spine. The shaft of his dick was grinding against her clit.
"Honey, I'm not on the pill so please take care when you burst...AAA" she barely finished the sentence when she felt her climax coming, rolling like a big landslide.
