All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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David Clark had always thought that his mother was pretty. And he wasn't the only one. Most of his friends, at one time or another had told him that they thought his mother was hot. David had always felt a little uncomfortable when someone said that to him but at the same time it made him feel kind of proud.
Marcia Clark was in her late thirties. She was a tall, raven-haired beauty who took a lot of trouble to keep herself trim. She went to yoga twice a week, swam with her sister most noon hours and played tennis in a mixed league. The result of all this activity was that Marcia was in terrific shape. She had a waspishly thin waist, beautifully toned legs and a striking, hour-glass figure. She was, in fact, what might be called a little top heavy. But rather than hide her charms under bulky sweaters or loose fitting shifts as some women might do, Marcia usually dressed to show off her generous assets. With her broad shoulders, erect bearing and lavish breastwork, there weren't many men whose heads didn't turn her way when Marcia entered a room.
On a warm Saturday night in the fall, David had some of the guys from the football team over. They were having a winning season at school and everyone was in good spirits. There were a few girls there, but mostly it was guys. David's dad was in charge of the bar which was set up out by the pool. Some of the guys were drinking beer and dad was keeping an eye out to make sure that no one was drinking and driving. David's mom was serving food and mingling with everyone. She looked particularly good that night. She had gone to some trouble with her makeup. Her eyes were sparkling and her lips were a brilliant scarlet. Her lustrous black hair was pulled back and tied in a shoulder length pony tail. She was wearing a short black skirt that showed off her long, nylon clad legs. Her white blouse was taut around her expansive chest and unbuttoned enough to show an enticing display of cleavage. Some of the older boys were flirting with her and Marcia was obviously enjoying it and flirting right back.
It was getting kind of late in the evening and David had gone out to the garage to see if he could find another case of soft drinks. He was about to head back empty handed when he thought he heard some conversation coming from out back. He went out the side door and looked cautiously around the corner of the garage.
David had no trouble recognizing Andy Porter, the team's 6 foot 4 tail back, who was leaning against the wall of the garage with one of the girls from the party. She had her back to David and in the little light that was filtering through from the pool area, he wasn't able to make out who she was. But it was pretty apparent from the way that she was leaning close to Andy, whispering in his ear, and from the way that her little hand was wrapped around his cock through his pants and rubbing it slowly, that the all-star receiver was about to score again.
David could barely make out what the tall, black haired girl was saying but when she leaned back a little and brought Andy's hands up and cupped them over her thrusting breasts he thought he heard her say...
"...Go on!...Feel me up!...You know you want to!...You've been staring at them all night long!...Why don't you see how they feel!..."
"Oh man!...They're something else!..." Andy groaned as he sank his fingers greedily into the bulging fun bags that the lanky babe he was with was offering him.
David could see the girl's hands descend to the front of Andy's pants where she deftly ran his zipper down. She reached into his pants and in a couple of seconds she managed to wrestle a really impressive erection out of his open fly. She closed her two hands around it, one on top of the other and began to masturbate him with short, urgent strokes.
"How's that feel baby?...Do you like that?...Do you like it when I jerk you off while you play with my tits?...."
"Goddd!..." David groaned quietly, his own cock stiffening up and beginning to throb as he watched the lewd scene unfolding in front of him.
"Ohhhh!...Godddd!...Yeahhh!...Ummm!...That feels so good!....Buttt!...Unnnn!... Really!... Ohhh!...We better get back!...Somebody's going to notice that we're gone!..."
"Aren't you having a good time baby?...Don't worry about them!...I know!...How about a blow job?...Would you like that?...I'm really good!...You'd like me to suck your cock, wouldn't you Andy?...Wouldn't you?..." the sultry temptress teased as she turned and slowly dropped to her knees in front of the burly football player.
"Please God!...Please don't stop now!..." David whispered to himself as he reached down and palmed his own eager erection.
And it was in that instant, as the curvaceous babe crouched down, her lips smiling and eyes dancing wickedly up into Andy's, that David recognized her. It wasn't one of the girls from the party who was pulling the football player's rampant tool towards her ovalled lips. It was his mom!
David literally staggered at the realization that his mom was about to give one of his best friends a blow job right there in front of him. He knew he should be outraged and he was. But that didn't stop his balls from drawing up tight in his groin as he watched his mother's tongue dart out and flick wetly at the underside of Andy's engorged knob.
"Ohhhh!...Mrs. Clark!...Unnn!...Goddd!...I'm sorry!...I don't think I can hold it very long if you do that!..." Andy gasped, his hips hunching tentatively towards Marcia's beckoning mouth. He went to pull her head forward put Marcia pushed his hands back up against the garage.
"Of course you can't baby!...I don't expect you to!..." Marcia said with a throaty chuckle, darting her head under Andy's waving cock and giving one of his balls a quick, lurid suck.
"Just let me do the work!... And you tell me when you're going to come, O. K.?..." Marcia crooned as she siphoned Andy's cock crown into her mouth with a lewd slurping sound.
"Unnnn!...Unnn!...Goddd!...." Andy groaned, his hips bucking upwards into Macia's wantonly hoovering lips.
Marcia watched the trembling youth with an amused expression as he groaned and quivered in front of her.
She closed her hand on the middle of his straining shaft and resumed jacking it in an urgent rhythm. At the same time she sucked him so hard that her cheeks inverted.
David moaned. He could clearly see the outline of Andy's mushroom shaped knob bulging through his mother's sunken cheek.
