Son's Best Friend (fanfic)

Son’s Best Friend
By Stormbringer
Novelization RogueAlan

 Kate dropped her robe and stepped into the hot shower. She moaned as the hot spray hit her back and began to soak her long dark hair. After a minute she bent her head forward, out of the spray, and grabbing the shampoo bottle from the rack, lathered her hair, leaving it on as she had been taught and singing a song in her head before she tilted her head back into the spray. It was a high pressure shower head and the water quickly rinsed the soap from her hair.  Eyes still closed, the blindly selected the liquid soap, applying some to her puff sponge which she began to work over the shielded front of her buxom figure. The 40 year old wife and mother could not help herself, she began to sing as she soaped her breasts-- the largest in the neighborhood, a friend had once insisted-- she was in a fantastic mood.

 It had finally turned warm, the sun breaking up the clouds after two weeks of almost constant rain. Her husband had kissed her on the cheek before her shower as he had headed to work, a move mirrored by her son who had left to pick up his friends and drive them all to school.  So she had some time to herself AND great weather. She had cleaned up the family’s breakfast dishes, moved the load from the washer to the dryer, and had started the next load. She had even vacuumed and made the beds.  The pantry was full thanks to having shopped for groceries the day before.  All of her chores were done. And it was still morning. Kate Howard, hard working PTA wife and mother, smiled, delighted that she was going to have time that afternoon for one of her favorite pastimes: sunbathing.

 Most women would not have bothered showering before tanning, but to Kate it was like a morning cup of coffee would be to most women. Kate enjoyed her morning shower so much she had always refused her husband’s offers to join him camping or fishing unless there was a fully furnished cabin or bathhouse. She enjoyed fishing and hiking, but it was a simple rule: no shower, no Kate.

 She went on humming as she stepped out of the shower and dried off. Kate had a body that often made men's jaws drop. Her waist and belly were noticeably fit and trim, even if she was not as thin as she would have liked, but after all it had been 20 years since she had been the college coed flitting from fling to party to dalliance.

 Truth be told, she knew that now she was actually more fit.  The weight she had gained was healthy muscles while maintaining a definitely female form.  Except for her ass, she thought with some consternation, looking at it in the mirror.  Her rear end was… well, plump.  But it was still firm, she reminded herself, looking at her face in the mirror approvingly.  Sure, there were some laugh lines and gray streaks that ran through her hair if she did not apply color.  But she still felt young.

 She giggled, realizing that her hands had wandered to her breasts.  She knew her breasts were what turned men’s heads the most. Her mother had warned her when she had started to ‘develop’ in middle school: Large bosoms ran in the family.  Hers were impressive, even by her family's standards. And there had been another cup size added every decade, so that now they were massive EE's impossible to hide.  It was actually difficult to find a bra to contain.

 Years before, she had enjoyed the male attention her breasts brought.  Now it was usually just a nuisance. And they were heavy and could be uncomfortable. She eyed herself, the sag hanging lower over her rib cage than when she had been in college.  Her nipples were large and perfectly centered in round can sized areola. Before her kids they had stiffened impressively and had always threatened to become visible, even through heavy bras and sweaters when she was aroused.  And they had been so sensitive…  Thankfully that had settled down after kids and breast feeding and with age.  Now it took a some truly intense stimulation to get them that worked up. She sighed, reaching for a comb, as she admitted that she never got that worked up anymore. Her sex life was pretty dull, mostly missionary sex, in the dark… twice a month.

 It was not her husband’s fault; with menopause, her vagina had dried up.  He had to lube his condom covered penis to make it tolerable for her or really possible for him. She did not even miss the more passionate sex they had shared 20 years before. She had told herself it was just a normal part of aging and being with the same partner for several decades. Things got dull. Honestly, she sometimes mused that she could give up sex altogether.

 Kate grabbed her glasses off a dresser and put them on before she went through the dresser’s drawers. She pulled out her mommy two piece suit, then tossed it aside, turning up her nose and selected instead the purple bikini. The two piece was for family and public events. It showed some cleavage and exposed her stomach around her navel as well as her back, but it covered most of her torso and the bottom piece was skirted to cover her bottom.

 The purple bikini was her private tanning bikini.  It left little to the imagination, but then no one had ever seen her in it.  If her husband had ever wondered about why her tan lines were so small, he had never commented on it.  She wondered briefly if he even noticed, then scolded herself-- he knew she enjoyed tanning.  He loved her and appreciated her and liked looking at her naked, even after all these years.

 Smiling, Kate stepped into the bottoms. She kept her crotch mostly shaved, bare, actually, but for a small strip just above her clit.  She thought it resembled a black caterpillar trying to climb up her mound. She had done it before it was the ‘in’ thing because her husband preferred it for oral sex, though it had been many, many, many years since they had had oral sex.  It had simply become a habit, she guessed; she kept it smooth, but being completely shaved made her feel too exposed, a little like she was playing at being a little girl. So the little black caterpillar it was.

 The bikini bottom covered her crotch adequately to be seen in public, but the rest was all strings… cinching around her waist and dipping between the crack of her rear end stitched into the point of the upside down triangle just behind her asshole.

 She lifted her wet hair and tied the top behind her neck. She stretched the cups of the top down over her nipples and tied the lower string behind her back. It was tight and left little to the imagination, but then that was the purpose-- to give her the most perfect all over tan possible. The cups were triangular hammocks, stretched sufficiently taut against the skin of her breasts that her nipples, even the areola imprinted the fabric, the deeper pink edges of her areolae peeking out of the outsides of the top.

 Kate Howard's eyes were bad enough that she needed her glasses at all time; they went on before she sat up in the morning.  They went on before she finished drying off after a shower, and did not come off until she got ready for bed.  She adjusted them, then collected a blue beach towel to lay on. Aside from her bikini and glasses, only her wedding ring and hoop earrings adorned the housewife as she headed downstairs, grabbing the tanning oil off of her dresser on the way out of the bedroom.

 Kate peeked out the side door though there was never anyone there. The Howards were on a corner lot and the street was empty but for the house across from her. The older couple who lived there worked weekdays, and if there weren't any cars in their driveway, they weren't home. A picket fence surrounded their side and back yard. There was a gate in the side fence that they never used… well, except for her son, Jack and his friend Tyson, since it was the shortest path between their respective homes.  She had wanted to splurge on an eight foot picket, which would have let her lay out nude, but her husband had insisted even the six foot was more expensive than he really wanted to pay. The back yard got better sunlight, but there were two houses behind theirs, two stories like their own with windows that looked down into the Howard’s yard and residents who were often home, so the idea of laying out nude was only a fantasy, anyway.

 Kate spread the blanket, and sat back in the side yard, her feet pointed towards the still rising sun. She poured a large amount of oil onto her exposed breasts and began rubbing it into her exposed flesh, making sure her belly and thighs were coated as well. She had been getting cranky waiting for weather that would let her work on her tan. If the weather held, she would have a great tan in just a few weeks. She had stood again, intent on oiling the rest of her arms and legs, but Kate ducked as a car came down the side road, stopping at the sign before making a turn, headed away.  She quickly finished applying the oil, then lay down on the blanket, where even the short four foot pickets hid her from view. The sun felt good, she mused, putting her arms under her head and closed her eyes, smiling as the sun began heating her skin.

 Some time passed. The relaxed wife and mother nearly fell asleep. She stirred and was about to turn onto her stomach when to her horror, she heard the side gate opening. Kate sat up quickly, one hand rising to cover her breast in consternation. "Tyson!" she blurted in dismay upon seeing the young black teen coming through the gate.


Tyson Brown had been Jack's best friend since grade school. His father was a brutish man with a drinking problem and the mom had taken off when Tyson was young. The Howards had basically been surrogate parents for the poor boy. She had lost count of the meals he had spent with them, the sleepovers, even summer vacations.

 Tyson was fit, but not bulky like his father. He was attractive with an almost graceful athletic build and despite the problems at home, Kate thought he was growing into a fine young man, just like Jack.  He was wearing shorts that showed off his muscular calves with a white T shirt under a hoodie. He had shot up over the last year or two, blasting through the six foot barrier Jack kept hoping to attain. It meant the young man towered over Kate, who was 5 foot 6 if she cheated.

 "Hi, Mrs. Howard," he greeted her, not looking her way as he paused to close the gate.

 Kate had propped herself up with one hand, the other still held across her chest to hid her nipples, even though the pressure emphasized her breasts. Even her husband had not seen her in this bikini Kate thought, scandalized, aware that she was blushing. The 18 year old’s eyes widened as he finally looked at her.  And stared. "Jack's at school," she started, trying to ignore that, then frowning, "Wait! Why aren't you at school? I thought Jack was picking you up."

 "I told him I was sick," Tyson said a little nervously. His eyes were moving again, but he was still looking at her, eyes flickering over her exposed skin, enjoying her nearly bare body from head to toe and back. "I needed to talk to you, Mrs. Howard."

 Kate could tell something was bothering the poor boy. She knew his moods almost as well as she knew her own son's. Kate held up her hand and Tyson stepped forward, helping her to her feet. She kept her other arm across her breasts, and saw Tyson’s eyes still flickered over her exposed cleavage, drifting lower to her belly. "Let's go inside, she said, wishing she had brought her robe out with her. She wanted to cover up even though it was kind of flattering having the handsome young man looking at her like he was. Her husband never stared at her like that any more.

 Kate rushed past to hurry inside, realizing as she did his eyes were likely now glued to her essentially naked ass. She used the arm that had been pinned over her breasts to open the side door, frowning a little as she glanced down to see her protruding nubs. Her long dormant nipples were stirring. "What's wrong?" she asked looking over her shoulder, glancing back as she did. Sure enough his gaze was fixed on her ass, eyes jerking up as he realized she had spoken or that she was looking or both.  "Is your father drinking again?" she asked, pretending not to have noticed.

 "He never stops," Tyson sighed, "But no, this is more personal… It's my girlfriend." Kate's robe was in the living room. It was a short tan terry cloth arrangement that barely covered her rear and had trouble closing around her breasts, but she bent to scoop it off, sure she could almost feel his gaze on her ass. Sure, he had stared at her other times, including when they had been at the pool and she was in her ‘mommy bikini.‘ She felt bad for putting on such a show for him. She pulled the robe on and turned as she reached for the belt.  Which meant the front was still open, giving him a clear look at her chest, including the faint outline of the areolae and the twin points of her nipples. She felt herself blush as she snapped the edges over her breastsa, belting the robe tightly. She tilted her head, waiting for Tyson to go on. "My problem, Mrs. Howard,” he suddenly hesitated, eyes darting around the room, then coming to rest on her chest before rising to her eyes as he made the decision to go on, “It’s that she won't put out for me. Says she's waiting for marriage," he twisted his mouth at the words and rolled his eyes.  Kate nearly laughed.

 "Well,“ she paused, trying to decide just how to say what she wanted to say, “You should respect Shawna's decision." Kate liked the young black girl. She had been over several times for dinner or movies or at ‘full family gatherings‘ as Jack termed them. Shawna was from a religious family and Kate imagined she had been regularly told that premarital sex was wrong.

 Tyson’s head dropped, as if that was what he had expected to hear.  He took a breath, gathering his argument or his courage, maybe. Kate noticed there were drops of sweat on his forehead as he looked up, “I know,“ he was blushing, she could tell, as his eyes found hers, "But it sucks! I'm an eighteen year old virgin… I can't take it anymore," he finally admitted through gritted teeth.

 Kate managed not to laugh.  Honestly she was shocked.  She raised a hand, then paused, but maternal instincts took over and she reached out, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

 "I… I don't really have any advice for you, Tyson,” she admitted, “You just have to take care of it yourself.  Respect her decision.  It could change someday, I know my attitude did,”  She blinked, shocked she had admitted that, “There’s nothing wrong with masturbation,” she added, glad that her voice did not shake as the told him that, “I swear Jack must be doing it all the time." She paused, not wanting to embarrass her son.  She meant for Tyson to do it, too, understanding it was a healthy release.  Hell, she’d even caught her husband doing it in the shower a few times.  “I’m sorry, and I understand, but I don’t know what else I can offer,” she trailed off, seeing he was staring at her breasts again.

 Tyson raised his eyes from her cleavage, meeting her gaze. She stared back, smiling in understanding at his situation. She was pretty sure Jack and his girlfriend were having sex and could understand that not being invited to do so must be driving Tyson crazy.  He was so popular… she remember the steady stream of pretty young girls over the last year.  Was he really still a virgin?  She guessed there were not many left in his class. "Well, I guess" he paused, swallowed, eyes dropping to her chest again, "You could have sex with me."

 Kate choked a laugh back as she realized he was not grinning at a bad joke.  Her mouth fell open in shock and she stared at him in total stupefaction for too long.  He stared back at her earnestly. Kate felt her legs go weak; she fell back, flopping heavily onto the couch. She brought her hand over her chest, still looking up at Tyson, too surprised to speak, even when he sat down close to her, leaning toward her, looping a muscular arm around her neck across the top of the couch.  He was actually smiling now, leaving her puzzled at the change in his manner.

 "I do take care of myself," he said conversationally, "In fact, the last time I stayed over when you were out of town for your anniversary, I went through your bedroom looking for Mr. Howard's porn."  Kate managed another barking laugh, sure that Jack’s friend was making some horrible inappropriate joke.

 "Porn?“ she nearly giggled, “John doesn't have any porn..."  Tyson interrupted her, leaning over her, the position becoming dominant.

 "Oh, he does.  And it’s a good stash of porn, too,” Tyson insisted calmly, “But he also had this…" Tyson pulled an old slip cased video cassette he had kept tucked in the back of his shorts.

 "Oh no!" Kate gasped, staring at the cassette. It was unmarked, but she recognized it immediately. "You’re not serious!“ she looked form Tyson’s steady gaze back to the tape, “We made that 20 years ago. It isn’t… I mean John told me he destroyed it." The shock was ebbing and she looked at Tyson with new horror. The young man wore a cocky grin, that made Kate angry. Reaching forward, she snatched the cassette from his hand and yanking it from the case, began to pull the tape out of its casing.  How could John have saved the damn thing?!  They did not even own a VCR anymore. Nobody owned a VCR anymore… except apparently Tyson and his cheap ass dad.

 "There, that takes care of that," she said, matter-of-factually, satisfied at the tangled mass of brown tape she had created where it lay in her lap. "Get up," she told the young man, pushing him away from her. She was the adult in the room, and knew she needed to get control of the situation back in her court.

 Kate stood, folding her arms across her chest, glaring at the young black man. He was still eyeing her cleavage, even as he was shaking his head, fishing his smart phone from the pocket of his hoodie.

 "Tyson,“ she pursed her lips, “Young man, just go home and we'll forget this ever happened." Kate tapped her foot angrily, but he ignored her, tapping at his phone, “Or better yet,” she warned, getting angry at his attitude, “Get your ass to school."

 "I don't think so, Mrs. Howard." Tyson answered, still looking down at her phone for a moment before he turned it toward her, "I digitized the old tape. See?"

 Kate's eyes fell onto the phone's screen. There she was, much younger, licking the underside of John's penis. The video continued with her sucking the head into her mouth while staring up at the video camera like a porn star before taking the entire penis down to the root. If it kept playing, it would show John shooting a wad of semen across her nose and onto her outstretched tongue. She shivered, remembering that her husband had spliced the final tape together from several sex sessions. After showing his painting her face, she knew it would cut to his erect penis pushing into her rapidly as they fucked doggy style. She shivered remembering how he had zoomed the rocking camera straight down on her puckered anus and then had leaned back, showing her labia gripping the shaft of his thrusting penis until he had pulled out to shoot several strands of cum over her ass cheeks before zooming in once again to show the streamer that had splattered her sphincter.

 The next scene would show her bouncing in John’s lap, pinching her nipples while screaming at him to ‘fuck her,‘ even as she brought her own nipple to her lips and sucked suggestively. John had dipped his head, offering similar treatment to the other driving her on.  And then there was what followed… John had given her an actual porn star script for it. He had filmed showing her on her back, breasts skahing as he pounded into her standing at the side of the bed, pumping as hard as he could, the camera panning down her body to his cock again pumping in and out of her as she moaned and screamed, "Fuck me, baby. Give me your big cock. Fuck me. FUCK ME! I'm cumming… Cumming all over your big cock!" She remembered having enjoyed an orgasm earlier, so she was just acting for the camera. She shuddered, remembering that earlier on the tape there was a long segment where she had done a ‘fashion show’ with all of the various lingerie she owned, stripping down in front of him repeatedly, telling him what she wanted, and what she was going to do to him. They’d been newlyweds… it’d been a lark. She realized she was still staring at Tyson.  The young man shrugged.

 "I couldn’t believe that was you,“ he smiled, “You don’t act like a slut at all.“  Kate just stared at him, “But it got me thinking, you’d fuck me,“ He shrugged, “Hell, you might even enjoy it.“  Kate was sharking her head, unable to find her voice.  “No?“  Tyson’s shoulders dropped, “I thought I was part of the family,“ he sighed, “I didn’t want to have to do this…“  He did something to the screen, then turned it back to her, “I really think you’ll like it,“ he waited, then added, “But I guess you’ll fuck me or this will go out on the net."

 Kate's hand rose from her chest to cover her mouth. Her anger was gone, replaced again by shock, and more than a little fear. She found herself perseverating on the fact that they’d gotten Tyson that smart phone, and that Jack had shown Tyson everything he knew about how to use it and the laptop he had ‘passed down’ to his friend when they got him a newer one the past Christmas. Somehow her behavior and her son’s had set her up for her blackmail. Her hand slid back down to her chest.

 "Why me?" she asked, struggling to stay calm, hating how meek her voice sounded.  But she found that she was truly curious.  Tyson seemed surprised by the question.

 "Why you Mrs. Howard?”  He seemed unable to believe she did not know, “You‘re the hottest MILF in town."  Kate did not like the term, but she knew it.

 "I am?" she was sure he was lying.

 "Damn straight.  Jack hates it,“ Tyson smiled, “You know all the guys stare.“  She shrugged, having noticed, and chosen to ignore it, “All the guys want you."  She had never considered Jack's teenage friends might think of her like that… The house was often filled with shouting laughing boys.  She'd never assumed they even saw her, only glad that Jack was popular.  The thought that they did notice was… flattering.

 Kate straightened her shoulders and tried to look stern as she stared Tyson in his brown eyes. "I guess you’ll have to put it on the net, then,“ she said bravely, “I won't cheat on John." Tyson, eyed her for a moment, then sighed, raising his finger to the screen.  Her heart stopped and she threw a hand out.

 “Wait!“ she paused, "How about a hand job?" Tyson's eyes lit at his victory, but he shook his head. "Nope.  I want sex."  It was Kate’s turn to shake her head.

 "I can't cheat. Go ahead and post it… And then I’ll have you arrested." Tyson snorted but he did not push the button.  He yanked his hoodie off.

 "A blow job then.  That ain't cheating." Kate's brows furrowed as she thought it over. A blow job was not the worst thing… It would save her the embarrassment of his posting the video on the internet . How many of Jack's friends would jerk off watching that video? Hell, how many of John’s friends would wank to it? And what would the other mothers say? It could ruin her life.  And then she thought about Jack… he could be destroyed as well.

 "Okay," she nodded, without thinking more about it.

 Tyson was grinning ear to ear as he jumped up. Kate was still standing, expressionless at what she had agreed to do.  She bit her lip, considering, then turned and wordlessly climbed the stairs. Ty followed, throwing the hoodie over his arm. Her family stared accusingly back at her from the series of pictures mounted on the wall as they went up.

 "I'm staying dressed," she stated, passing the latest, a family picture where she stood beside her husband in their backyard.

 "No deal. I want you nude," Tyson countered, sounding more confident now that she was agreeing to something.

 "My bikini then," she said, passing her wedding picture.

 "Topless."

 "Alright," she sighed, concluding their negotiation, "But the bottoms stay on." They reached the second floor and Kate walked straight to her bedroom, not really thinking about it as she approached her marital bed. She let the robe fall off of her back as she stepped up to it. Behind her Ty whistled.

 "Damn, but you're hot, Mrs. Howard," he smiled, eyeing her. Kate reached up behind her neck and untied her top. She yanked it off, turning defiantly to face the young man. "Day-um!" he exclaimed, staring at her exposed breasts in unabashed awe. He had removed his shirt and stood before her in his shorts and socks.

 Tyson took a step towards her and before she knew what he was doing, he had bent down and sucked her right nipple into his hungry mouth even as his hand came up to grab her left breast, fingers pinching her left nipple.

 "Hey!" she cried, startled. His tongue flickered over her hardening nipple before twirling around the thick nub. "No touching!" she gasped, pushing him away, aware that her nipples had responded. Boy how they had responded-- they were so hard ithey ached.  She looked down in shock, seeing the right nipple glistening with his saliva. A voice of warning sounded in her head as she eyed her body in disbelief, becoming aware that she was wet. So wet, in fact, that her bikini bottoms were soaked through. She blushed, imagining she would soon be dripping through the material.

 ‘Why is this arousing me?’ She thought frantically, mind reeling in shock at everything that was happening. She told herself it was seeing she and her husband on tape, from so many years ago. She was still holding him back with one hand and with good reason-- he was struggling to come get his mouth to her other nipple, and as she watched his hands came up, closing on her aroused breasts.

 "Sorry Mrs. Howard,” he shrugged, “I kind of can’t help myself."  Kate’s hands slipped a bit over the muscular plane of his pectoral muscles.  Ty was fit. Kate looked down , seeing the ridge of his abdominals muscled-- he had a six pack! She'd seen him shirtless often before, and had known he was in good shape, but this was the first time she had seen him as a young man… no, as a the man he had become.

 Kate looked up at him and as their eyes met, she fell to her knees. She could not bring herself to look at his crotch, though. Instead, her eyes dropped to his navel.

 "Take it out," she ordered.

 "You take it out," he countered. Kate sighed, glancing at his shorts enough to find the elastic band. She looked away again as she pulled down until they snagged at his front. She moved one hand forward, aware that her fingers were brushing through his pubic hair.  And then her thumb and forefinger curled around the root of…. It felt like a wrist. ‘What the hell?‘ the thought, eyes coming down as her hand ran forward, down his steel hard shaft. Her fingers did not touch! The head had caught in the top of his briefs, and bowed impressively as she tugged harder at the fabric while her other hand freed the wide brown head from the cotton snare.

 "Oh my God!" she cried, her green eyes going wide and nearly crossing as she stared at what had to be foot long brown colored penis jutting from her hand. The head was a lighter shade than the shaft, the skin a map of virile blue-black veins, pulsing with heat and life. She had never seen anything like it before. Kate stared at it in amazement, lifting the shaft until the head was above her eyes. She adjusted her glasses in a futile attempt to bring the whole thing into focus so close. "I've never seen one this big," she murmured.

 "It's about average for a black dude." Tyson shrugged, not caring if that was true or not… no, he knew it was a lie. But she did not have to know that. He liked the way she was staring at it.

 "John isn't half as long or thick."

 "I know, I kinda felt bad for ya, watching your sex tape," Ty answered. Without thinking he added, “I could tell you were faking most of those orgasms."  Kate blinked, blushing that he knew that. How did he know that? John certainly never noticed.  She released his monster shaft, which dropped leaving the tip pointed straight at her mouth. She brought her lips close to the fat head of his penis.

 "Shawna do this for you?" she asked, unsure why she wanted to tease him.

 "No,” his voice had changed, “She’ll only touch it through my pants," he answered. "Messed my pants up a few times, ya know?" he shrugged, then added, "You’ll be the first woman to suck on it… Hell, no one else has seen it, for that matter."

 For some reason, Kate felt lucky haring that.  It was really a magnificent cock. She wished she wasn't so out of practice. "I haven't done this for John in twenty years," she said, stretching her mouth open and taking the big knob into her mouth.

 "Oh damn," Ty groaned, his entire body going rigid. She caught his thighs, skin still covered by his briefs which she had not pushed all the way down, and began to bob her head, taking little more than the tip of his giant penis. "Your mouth is so hot!" he managed, voice tinged with awe and disbelief.

 Kate let her tongue slurp around the tip before bobbing down onto him again. ‘Poor kid is desperate,’ she thought. Smiling around his cock, ’Just wait until he finds out how tight and hot a vagina is.’ The thought reminded her of just how her own pussy was aching with need. She tried to remember the lat time that had been true, even as she took a hand off of his hip and brought it down to her pussy. Her fingers pushed the material of her bikini bottom aside and slid into the warm folds of her aroused pussy. ‘God, I’m horny,‘ she thought, fingering herself with her long middle finger. She was so wet her entire hand was quickly soaked.

 Her body's reaction was already a total surprise and more surprising was the tremor she felt as she fingered herself. ‘God, I’m gonna cum,’ she thought in disbelief even as her sex twitched so powerfully that she squirted againt her hand above her pumping finger. She blushed, aware she shouldn't be enjoying this, even as she worked her finger faster, hungry to prolong the first orgasm she had enjoyed in… years.

 Her balance shifted and Kate leaned forward, Ty’s cockhead pushing past her uvula and dipping down her throat. She stiffened, fighting not to retch, aware he was way deeper than John's smaller penis had ever been.  Ty was moving his hips, pushing still more of his shaft into her throat, stretching it.  It was uncomfortable, and yet… She moaned around his cock, embarrassed by how much she was getting into sucking this big dick. He backed up again and Kate breathed deep before pushing at him forcefully, taking as much of the shaft down her throat as she could manage.  His pubes were getting closer to her nose, but it was too much; she yanked her head back moments before she would have begun to choke.

 Tyson's cock rose jerkily, rampant, glistening with her saliva. Kate held the base of the shaft, almost caressing it, and brought her left hand up to heft the teen's full testicles. Kate thought she had enjoyed a good sex life with John… at least that was how she remembered it now. Biting her lip, she wondered if she had been wrong all this time-- she felt shortchanged. The testicle in her hand felt as big as a racquetball and were heavier than John's, which reminded her of grapes.

 Tyson flopped onto the edge of the bed, laying back. Kate moved between his legs and took his jutting cock back into her mouth. One hand held the base as she sucked at him. Her other hand slipped down behind her, brushing over the skin of her ass, closing on her horny pussy, but she resisted touching herself again.  Instead she redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head more forcefully, sucking non-stop.  Ty’s stamina was impressive, especially for a virgin, but it was not long before she felt him swell still more.

 "Suck it, Mrs. Howard," he moaned, then, "Gonna CUM!" Kate's breasts had gotten trapped between Ty’s thighs and she was sitting up, freeing them, to leave them resting atop his thighs. Hearing his warning, she backed away, the move trapping his erection in the deep vee of her cleavage. Kate did not stop sucking, worried at what Ty would say, instead continuing to vaccuum at the swollen head of his cock, which was nearly as big as a tennis ball, she thought with a shiver… She wondered how she had taken it even part way into her throat.

 It jerked then, just once, and her mouth was filled with his cum, cheeks bulging as she attempted to control it. His sperm literally squirted out from between her lips and his cock. ‘So much cum,’ she thought in disbelief, gulping as quickly as she could, even as he filled her mouth again, and again, and again. Kate absently wondered if she might choke on his spend, a thought that scared her enough that she leaned back, releasing his spurting tip. Ty’s cock was still oozing his seed, quickly smearing her breasts which had wrapped around his thick shaft. She stared down where his shaft thrust up from between her breasts as another jet of thick white sperm leapt from the broad hole in the tip, almost reaching her eyes before splattering onto her breastst, instead. He continued to ooze and squirt alternately, the pulse ebbing.

 Kate was amazed, and without considering it she dipped her head back for another taste, slurping his cockhead into her mouth, her tongue swirling, lapping at the sperm coating his black skin. He groaned, a hand coming to rest on her shoulder, pushing her away.

 Relieved, Kate stood, not really considering as she did that she was licking her lips. His cock pulled free of her breasts and smacked down onto his stomach, remaining a giant, but a without it's steel. She turned and headed into her bathroom to clean up.

 Tyson rolled over onto his stomach and reached down for his shorts, pulling his phone out. Need something to remember this day, he thought, putting the phone on record and carefully setting it so the lens had a clear view from a position on the dresser beside the bed.

 Kate leaned over the sink and turned the hot water on. Her breasts were heavily coated, the black youth’s semen literally dripping from her still erect nipples into the sink. She had always swallowed when blowing John, but had never cared for the taste. She kept finding herself admitting that Ty had been different. His sperm had tasted good… Really good. So good, she found herself wanting more. Without thinking about it, Kate hefted her right breast, brining the cum coated nipple to her mouth. The spasm that rocked her body when her tongue hit her erect teat immediately set her pussy leaking once again. She looked from one to the other, shocked they had come so fully back to life after being dormant for years. She finished, then with a wicked smile licked the other nipple clean as well, not considering what it was doing to her arousal. God, it was not just her imagination-- his seed tasted great, though it was getting cold. She blushed, aware she was thinking it was better hot and fresh straight from his cock.  She shocked herself, wondering if he might let her suck him off again sometime, but the craving for more of his seed was very real. Kate washed herself clean and brushed her teeth. She stopped short, exiting the bathroom still topless, surprised to find the Ty, still nude, laying on her bed like he was master of the house.

 "You should go," she told him. Ty sat up, his plump monster flopping heavily over the thigh nearest her. "I thought I should return the favor," he answered, instead. The bed was close to the bathroom door, and before Kate really knew what she had just heard, Ty had slid down off of the bed, leaving him kneeling before her, his face inches from the purple bikini crotch. She gasped as his left hand caught the outside of her right thigh.  She knew she should stop him, but her body was trembling, and she had felt a squirt of excitement at his touch. "I haven’t showered,“ she stammered, even as his thumb hooked the side of her bottoms, pulling it aside to expose her manicured pubic strip and below her soaking, lust swollen sex. "Just tell me what to do to please you," he said, leaning to her, sticking his tongue out.

 Ty really did not know what to do. But he was not about to let the moment pass.  He planted his mouth fully on Kate’s naked crotch and jabbed his tongue forward, letting it follow the valley of her wet seam when it met resistance, diving down and into her wet pussy. 

 “God, it’s been so long!” Kate moaned, and when he lapped up experimentally, the tip of his tongue brushing her swollen clit, her body spasmed powerfully. “Yes!" she cried, back arching, aware that she was cumming already as the delicious spasm spread, wracking her body. "Oh God, that’s good… wiggle your tongue… Oh yes, just like that." She caught his head in her hands, pulling him hard into her crotch. Kate had always enjoyed receiving oral… maybe more than she actually liked intercourse.  And John had been good at it, but he had stopped when she got pregnant and they had never gone back to what they had enjoyed doing after she gave birth. God, she had missed this, she admitted, body twitching, drawing her out of her reverie. "Oh God, that's good, Ty," she moaned, "Eat my pussy."

 Ty stopped after she had climaxed again, but only briefly, long enough to turn her so that she was backed up to the foot bed. She squealed with pleasure when his tongue returned to her clit and didn't stop him as he pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs, his flickering tongue never giving her buzzing clit a moment to recover. She was dimly aware that he had pushed her bottoms down to her ankles, did not think about it as he used his hand to lift her left foot free of the garment.  Spreading her legs gave him more access to her aroused, needing cunt.  And she was so close again already.  It was a surprise when the young man plunged his fingers into her.

 "Aaaaah!" Kate moaned, head dropping back, giving herself over to his control as he eagerly finger fucked her. "T-that's it," she squeaked, her body trembling visibly again. "Oh God!" Her legs were shaking she was cumming so hard.  She felt the climax build, knew it was going to flash into another immediately. "Gonna cum!" she husked, unnecessarily, as she fell back onto the bed, legs spread still wider, welcoming Ty’s fingers and tongue.  Tyson's fingers slid free, pressing firmly against her clit as their bodies came apart.

 He did not give her time to recover, though, grabbing her ass and easily lifting her entire lower body off of the mattress.  Her legs were left draped lewdly over his shoulders as he buried his face in her wet pussy working his tongue in and out as fast as he could, teasing up over her clit every few strokes. "Ah… Ahhh… Ahhhh!" Kate screamed, "Cumming!" And she did, so powerfully that her pussy literally squirted all over his face, soaking his cheeks and chin.

 She had never climaxed that hard before, and his teasing, squirming thrusting tongue never slowed. Her breath caught as he applied suction, still working his tongue, and then alternated, nipping repeatedly at the swollen petals of her sex, dragging his teeth along the sensitive tissue while catching his breath before diving back into her sex with his tongue.  Moments after the hardest climax of her life, Kate shivered and moaned through the longest. 

 She was panting, barely conscious, when Ty stood, smiling down at her as he wiped the back of his hand across his dripping mouth. Kate could only smile lazily, her eyes fixed on his big banana cock which swung in a mesmerizing tempo as he walked around to lay down on the bed. She scooted up to lay at his side leaning against him as her panting breaths settled. Without thinking about what she was doing, Kate ran her hand across his chest, admiring his taut muscles. ‘How long had it been since she had two orgasms?’ She wondered, blushing at the knowledge there had been more than two.  Her hand was sliding down, caressing the ridges of his abdominal muscles. A real six pack; when had he gone and developed muscles like that? 

 "You’re a natural, Ty," she assured him, not looking up into his gaze, but somehow sure he was watching her. Her hand had reached his crotch, and she caught hold of his fat cock, less floppy than it had been when she finished blowing him.  Her hand pumped up and down, caressing his length. She gasped at the immediate response, his shaft plumping so fast her fingers literally popped apart, tips no longer touching.

 "You can’t tease me like that,“ he groaned, “What am I gonna do now that you’ve got me hard again?" he was rubbing lazy circles in Kate’s back, watching as his best friend’s mother licked her lips absently watching him get fully hard.  She was strill stroking him, more purposefully. She rolled up, mouth open, intent on sucking him again. His hand caught her shoulder, restaining her.

 "Wait,“ he groaned, “I… I want to fuck you so bad." Kate nearly whimpered feeling the jet her pussy released at his words.  Her body clearly wanted him to do just that. She shook her head, trying to deny that need.

 "No, Ty," she shook her head firmly, "We can fool around, but my pussy belongs to my husband and my husband only." She leaned down her mouth nearly reaching that delicious cock. 

 "We can dry hump, then,“ he chuckled, “Well, wet hump, maybe… Slide your pussy up and down on my cock."  Kate looked at the giant black cock in her hand. She really wanted to suck him again, but Tyson's suggestion was not really cheating.  And she wanted his first experience to be memorable. She remembered she and John had done that once, when he had been out of condoms… They had been making love, but after it began to get risky he had pulled out, and she had given him a camel toe slide to finish him off. She shivered at the memory-- his shaft had been pressed steadily against her clit as she moved, and it had felt nearly as good as having him inside of her. She had climaxed so well she had insisted they keep at it even when he had replenished the condom supply.  Why had they stopped doing that? 

 Kate realized she was nodding, and sucked her lower lip in not wanting Ty to know how close she had been to letting him simply fuck her.  She was eager to feel his big shaft moving against her sex, throbbing between her legs. Sitting up, she straddled his waist and lowered herself over his waist, carefully holding his shaft so he would not get any ideas. 

 Her labia spread wide around the thick base of his cock as she applied pressure, her honey dribbling out, trickling along the ridge of skin at the bottom of his cock even before she began to slide forward on his member. She pushed her crotch down, moaning as she felt his hot cock throbbing with life, pressed up against her clit.  Biting her lip, she slid forward, then back experimentally.  The motion was more exaggerated than it had been with John, because Ty was longer.  She kept her hand below the crown of his cock, stopping each time her mons hit her thumb and reversing course. She tilted her pelvis, maximizing her pleasure as she unconsciously picked up speed.

 "Yes!" they moaned in unison a moment later. Her breasts shook as she worked her pussy along the shaft of his cock. Her eyes followed the disappearing length of his gorgeous cock, rising almost shyly to his face.  His own eyes were locked on her shifting chest, and Kate followed his gaze She had never seen her nipples so engorged. They stood out more than half an inch and her areola were puffed as well, the tips of her nipples at least an inch from the surface of her heavy breasts. When she looked back at him, his eyes had closed.  His arms were folded behind his head and she blushed, sure he was imagining that they were actually having sex.

 He moaned, raising his hip into her at the front of her next stroke, pitching Kate forward.  She braced with both hands, and his eyes opened at the change in pressure over him, even as she pushed her hips back down toward the base of his cock.  He grinned finding her swollen teats swinging pendulously over his face, close enough to touch.  Tyson did just that, reaching up to pinch her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, both at once. Her back arched as a wave of pleasure rippled through her body at his touch.

 Kate’s hips worked harder and faster, sliding nearly to the crown of his swollen cock without her hand there to control the stroke.  Glancing past the contrast of his black hands tweaking her aroused nipples, she saw the broad end of his cock jutting out beyond her shuttling crotch.  She was moving up again, and her breath caught as the tip disappeared completely-- he was nearly inside of her. When she reversed, wishing he was in fact thrust inside of her, a clear drop of his pre-cum was at the tip of his cockhead, and she realized that more had already oozed out, coating the pebbled skin and smeared onto his six pack.  By then she was forward again, obscuring the view of his crown, and then it reappeared, a heavier bead dripping off of the tip onto his abdomen as she pushed back again.  She shivered at how much lubrication he produced, nearly giggling at the errant awareness it would take a lot to coat such a weapon. She was still staring on the next stroke, when a small geyser jetted from the tip as her sex eclipsed her view.

 Her pussy was sliding completely over the head on each stroke, and she bit her lip on the back stroke, aware that she could feel the blunt tip as it bumped against the bottom of her clit. The base of his shaft had felt so good, but she found herself hungry to feel that additional jolt on each down stroke.  Her pussy lips seemed hungry to upull him fully inside, and instead of hesitating, seeing the next jet of his pre-cum strike her swollen clit, Kate whimpered, sure she had felt the fluid land a moment before his tip had disappeared from view again. She paused, tilting her hips with the head against her open drooling sex, knowingly teasing him, aware that if Ty only caught her thighs or lifted his hips he would be inside of her. He murmured happily, seeming content to let her do the work, She bit her lip, slipping down his delicious length and then back up, pausing again, tilting her hips invitingly.  She was acutely aware that all she would have to do would be to push down a bit harder… She slid down his length again, her breath no longer in her control, and knew that she was close to cumming again… another stroke or two.  A forbidden thought-- go ahead, do it… that’ll do the trick-- encouraged her to simply do it as she paused on the next stroke.  She whimpered, fighting to maintain a last vestige of self control.

 Kate pushed herself up off of his shaft. His cock rebounded, rising with her, the head still spreading her lips, trapped above by the root of her clit, nestled perfectly at her introitus.  At that moment Ty curled up, sucking one of her engorged teats between his lips. That was all it took to set her off.

 "I'm cumming again!" Kate screamed. Waves of fluid soaked his cock head and ran down his shaft, painting his thighs. There was no real need for more fluid, but combined with the unconscious way that her back arched, and the rhythmic contractions of her pussy, she sank onto him or he pushed into her, or both. She realized it, shaking her head, even as her body responded, an almost undeniable need to thrust herself against him rising in her consciousness.  "I-it's going in me Tyson," she husked, not sure whether it was a warning or a plea.

 The muscular black teen was not thrusting up at her, she saw with a mixture of relief and regret.  He was focused on squeezing her breasts together, still working his mouth from one nipple to the other, and then somehow teasing both at once.  The sensation made her moan even as he paused paused long enough to gasp, "

 God, you’re so hot and wet… It felt so good, but I didn’t… I’m sorry, Kate, I wasn’t trying to…" He did not say more, instead clamping his lips back over her right nipple, sucking hard, while his fingers pinched and rolled the left nipple at the same time.

 Kate whimpered, her lust threatening to escape her control. She was humping up and down on the end of the boy's fat cock. ‘I can't control myself,’ she thought in fright. Seemingly watching someone else from an elevated position as her hips dropped lower, taking him deeper.  He was obviously so much bigger than John that she could feel it already, and he was still not as deep as her husband could thrust. It was his girth, too, she nodded, still humping against him.  And then her rocking rising and falling was taking him deeper, beyond where John had ever been.  She whimpered, previously unstipulated nerves waking, and immediately demanding more.  Her entire pussy twitched powerfully, and in that moment Tyson released her left nipple, which he had switched to at some point, and moaned.

 That was the moment the married mother lost control with her son's black friend. Pushing against him harder, she leaned down, catching his head in her hands and kissing him forcefully.  He responded, hands catching her hips as he rammed his tongue into her mouth with a power she welcomed. ‘More’ she realized she was thinking again and again, ‘I want more!‘

 When they broke their kiss, she was bouncing eagerly on at least half of Tyson’s big cock.  Ashamed, Kate reared back, trying with only mixed results to stop the motion of her body.

 "This is so wrong," she cried, ashamed that her pussy no longer belonged only to her husband. And that she could not seem to stop herself-- she needed to feel Tyson's big black cock buried in her pussy.

 “Naw, you‘re just seeing how much you can take,” Tyson told her, “I‘m not thrusting into you so it‘s not like we‘re fucking.” She relaxed, denial eagerly grasping his explanation,

 "I should see,“ she panted, “Find out how much I can take.“ He nodded, smiling broadly. This was going better than he had hoped when he had decided he wanted to make sure he knew how to eat pussy, too. He was going to lose his virginity finally… Had lost it, he smirked at the way Kate was riding him. 

 “So big,“ Kate whimpered, shimmying her hips as another half inch slipped up inside of her.  “Feels like the first time,“ she whined when she settled onto him again a moment later.  And she was not lying, it felt like she was a virgin again.  She sat up, bracing her hands on his muscled chest instead of the mattress as she kept circling her hips and tilted her back to relieve the delicious pressure, pushing at him steadily.  Her eyes found his, and they stared at one another as she dropped inexorably toward his lap.

 "God, you’re amazing," he gasped as the last of his shaft thrust into Kate’s molten heat, their crotches meeting .

 "That’s it… That’s it,“ Kate babbled, breaking their gaze to stare down her body, leaning back, moaning at the way that made him sift deep inside of her, “Oh God, Ty, you're all in me," she was not sure it was really happening, he was so big, and she felt so filled. She had never felt anything so wonderful before, either. She imagined the broad head of his cock had pushed up into her womb, it felt that tight.  And as she rocked, holding him inside of her, she imagined him pumping that glistening pre-cum up into her… She froze, the pleasure insistent, even as she knew she had to be more careful.  It was too good to interrupt, thoughm, and she remained still in his lap, fully impaled on his monster cock, body trembling in pleasure. Her pussy was milking at him, though, "It’s wrong, but it’s so  good,“ she whined, leaning forward, “I'm not even moving and I’m going to cum again." She imagined humping against him like mad, but she was already to the point of no return, and without moving her quivering pussy muscles began to clench with the spastic tempo of her climax, waves of urgency washing over every inch of his cock.

 "Your pussy's so hot… It’s milking my cock, Mrs. Howard," Ty grunted. And as he spoke he lifted his ass off of the bed, driving into her still more deeply. Kate moaned, arching her back to absorb the force of his thrust.  Within a few seconds he was bucking up against her, the resulting motion making it seem as if she was still eagerly riding him.

 "Gonna cum!" he groaned a warning, and that was what finally brought Kate to her senses.

 "Shit!“ she shook her head, the delicious edge of her orgasm fading away at the birth of awareness of what they were doing. "Not in me!” she gasped, trying to lift herself off of him, “Pull out, wait! I need to put a condom on you." Tyson had frozen at her cry and Kate blushed, then realizing that it was not him that was holding them fused, but her, trapping his ready to erupt cock inside of her.

 She pushed herself up, missing his cock immediately as it fell out of her distended, still hungry cunt.  Continuing the motion, Kate leaned across the bed, yanking John’s nightstand drawer open, and digging for one of her husband’s condoms.  Tyson lay beneath her, his cock jutting from his crotch, glistening with their mingled juices, seeming bigger now than when she had first seen it.  The fluid at the tip was pearly rather than clear and she shivered at how close he must have been, buried fullyy inside of her.

 Kate shouted in triumph as she grasped one of the plastic pouches, and she sat up, astraddle Tyson’s thighs her hungry sex tantalizingly near his manhood as she tore the package open, fishing the rolled lubricated latex free.  She wanted him back inside of her immediately; was so aroused her hands were shaking as she tried to apply the rubber. Tyson set his thumb at the base of his big shaft, anchoring it as she tried to roll it down his fast shaft.  The rolled edge was too tight to slip over the crown of his cock.  Kate shivered at the sheer size of Tyson’s dick. An evil thought whispered that she should go on, fuck him raw, but she shook her head, refusing to consider it-- she was near her fertile time, she knew, and those heavy balls would fill her up with his cum. She could not even bring herself to think about what that would mean.

 Kate almost laughed as she attempted once more to roll the condom down Tyson's penis. "They're loose on John," she said without thinking about it.  She tried to stretch it, but it simply could not roll down over the tip.  Frustrated, anxious to feel him inside of her again, Kate unrolled the rubber.  The free edge was more elastic and she could stretch it enough to encompass his swollen glans.  She met resistance again, though, the moment she tried to tug the prophylactic down his shaft. The moment she let go it popped off of Tyson’s big cockhead.  Growling in frustration, Kate accordion the free end and then stretched the rubber, pushing it against Tyson’s big cock.  She moaned as she did, because the teenager had brought his free hand down and expertly circled her clit, rebuilding her barely flagging need.

 Kate shouted in triumph as she got the condom over Tyson’s mushroom tip, tugging at the free edge. The accordion length went taut at about the same length as John’s penis would stand up to Tyson’s monster.  The reservoir tip and several additional inches hung loosely from the tip of Tyson’s cock.  Kate’s need was real, though, and building with Tyson’s continued teasing.  And John had never had a condom come off… it was obviously more snug on Tyson.  She giggled, seeing that even if she tried to pull it down the rest of the way it would be several inches short.  Despite the free space at the end.  She almost pointed out that the receptacle tip alone would never contain Ty‘s ejaculate.

 "God, it’s barely a shower cap on your big penis," she breathed, rising up as if to impale herself now that he was appropriately protected. She paused, though, instead rolling forward, pressing herself against him, then rolling onto her back, legs spread, in welcome.

 Smiling broadly, Tyson sat up, and with a casual grace climbed between her spread thighs.  He thrust forward and back, but it was like they had been doing before… the ‘wet hump’ he had suggested.  And Kate wanted more.  Needed more.  After he had pointedly ignored her whispered encouragement and her attempts to shift her hips and catch his thrusting cockhead, he paused, teasing her loose, aroused hole.  Kate reached down, her left hand closing around his shaft behind his bulbous tip, and the married white woman moaned in pleasure as she pulled her young lover back into her pussy once more.

 Her fingers had caught below the edge of the condom, emphasizing how much bare cock would be pumping into her, a knowledge that built her arousal as much as the delicious pressure of his shaft pushing into her. She sat up, watching his shaft slipping out of site between her legs, reveling in the sensation as he filled her again with a disturbing ease, pausing from resistance when only an inch or two were still outside of her stretched labia-- he was already much deeper than John. Tyson bent over her, bracing his head against the mattress to one side of Kate’s head so he could catch hold of her waist with his hands. 

 He lay down on her, another inch driving into her stretched sex, making her whine in protest, even as her pussy twitched in pleasure.  He reached up with his right hand, teasing her naked left breast and pinching the nipple making her moan as he backed out half way, then thrust forward again, applying all of his weight at the bottom of his stroke. Kate dropped her knees wide, welcoming the thrust, and felt the last inch seat itself.  She was his again.

 This time he initiated the kiss, and it was immediately as passionate as the first had been, The 40 year old mother and the 18 year old black stud giving in to their lust for one another, bodies undulating in unconscious synchrony.


Tyson worked his cock in and out of her with growing excitement, until his hips were bucking against her so hard he feared he was hurting her, but her passion never waned, if he stopped kissing her, her lips moved to his collarbone, the sensation so good it nearly made him cum then and there. After another minute, when she had fully accommodated to his pumping cock, her legs came up, ankles cinching behind his ass, spurring him on.

 He pushed up on one hand, glancing across to the dresser, smiling at how perfectly he had positioned his phone. It reminded him of the video he had found, the gorgeous MILF beneath him 20 years before, writhing and moaning and talking beneath her husband.  Tyson realized that was what was missing-- she was not talking.  He could not know that what he had heard on the tape had been mostly acting, Kate putting on a show for her husband’s benefit. 

 He was loving what they were doing, but found he wanted her to be talking like a porn star, like she had in the video. And then, as if she was reading his mind, Kate whimpered, and on the next stroke moaned, and then she was urging him on.

 "Fuck me! Oh God… God yes… Fuck me!” her voice rose to a hoarse scream, and none of it was feigned, “FUCK ME! Give me that big black cock."

 "God your pussy is hot,“ he panted, “Feels so good gripping my cock, Mrs. Howard."  She was nodding, hips pumping up to meet his thrusts. 

 "Yes!“ she whined, “Fuck me, Ty… Give it to me… God, I love your big cock." He looked at the dresser again, smiled at the way her fists were balled in the bed sheets. Her body trembled beneath him. "FUCK! So good! So big!" Her hips bucked against each thrust even harder, matching the relentlessly fast pace at which he was fucking her. "God you can’t be a virgin,“ she panted, “So good… So big, but you’re not just… just big… God, you’re amazing… You’re so much more than John," she babbled. Tyson smiled, wondering if she meant he was more bigger or more better… he chose to belive she meant both. He wanted to be sure she remembered, though.

 “So I’m better?' he taunted, slowing when she only nodded.

 “Yes!“ she husked, then groaned when he resumed the pace he had set, “Much… God, much fucking better!" she said.  Tyson grinned at her, then glanced up at the dresser and winked,

 "You like this cock better then Mr. Howard's?"  She blushed, and he could tell Kate felt guilty about it… she was wishing she had not said it, but she and Tyson both knew it was true. She nodded, licking her lips.

 “It is, damn it… Your cock is better. I love your big cock. I love fucking your big black cock. God, get me off… FUCK ME!"

 Tyson threw back his head, catching her knees and pinning them close with his strong arms, lifting her ass off the bed as he slammed his cock into her as fast and deep as he could manage. Her mouth opened, eyes rolling back as her body began to twitch and clench.  He could feel her pussy mucles grabbing at his shaft, where the condom clung to his black skin and below.  He struggled to hold back, wanting it to last, never wanting it to stop.  He was breathing too fast. He opened his mouth, meaning to warn her, to see her react, but she was lost in her own climax, and then he was, too.

 "CUMMING!" he bellowed, and at that same moment, she keened that she was as well. Her pussy seemed to go mad around his exploding cock.  Kate’s back arched, head bracing on the pillow as she lifted her pelvis, welcoming Tyson’s flagging thrusts as he erupted deep inside of her.

 Kate could not focus, her entire awareness she was having the biggest orgasm on her life.  She was only dimly aware of the disjointed way Tyson was bucking into her, announcing his own orgasm, the filling end of the condom and the blunt crown of his cock having hammered against her cervix until it had opened, admitting the intruder.  There was a cramping pinch, but even that felt so good.

 “OW!" she whined, though, as the pleasure turned to pain, the friction of his thrusting into her womb triggering a weak attempt by the organ to expel him. "Pull it out, Ty, please," she begged weakly, hands scrabbling at his muscled chest as he held himself buried, the building cramping replacing the ebbing pleasure of her climax until it was almost unbearable.

 "I'm… still… cumming," he answered, surprised at her sudden change in tone.

 "It hurts… It hurts… God, you‘re in my womb… Pull it out, pull it out… God, stop, pull out now!" She was clenching her teeth it hurt so badly. Ty was scared that he was damaging her.  He yanked back, frowning at the resistance, as if something was locking him in place, buried in her still twitching sex.

 Kate’s face was pale, and she was struggling to breathe. She hadn't felt pain like that since giving birth to Jack nearly 19 years before. Almost giggling at the need for it, she belatedly began the lamaze breathing she had learned those decades before, wondering if she would have gone mad without that prior experience. She could not imagine what had hurt so badly until Tyson had backed up enough that his still hard cock slurped free of her tortured sex.

 The condom had shifted… It was barely on, the unrolled edge cinched tight behind the crown of Ty's cock head. And almost the entire free space of the condom was filled by his load. The latex bulged where it hung from his cockhead like an obscene  water balloon. She watched his cock continue to jerk, the condom swelling visibly. She imagined the condom was as big as Jack’s head had been at birth. She winced, wondering if it could have gotten stuck inside of her womb. And to her relief the pain was already nearly gone.

 "No wonder it hurt," she smiled, panting, wanting to reassure her young lover, “That can’t be comfortable hanging off of your gorgeous cock like that.“ He shrugged, but before she could say or do anything else, the latex gave out, slipping off of his softening glans. She caught the falling rubber, giggling at the heavy smear of semen that oozed onto the back of her hand. She pinched the overfilled condom closed, holding it up like a trophy. 

 "That’s impressive,“ she admitted, “I’ve never seen anyone cum that much… And it’s your second load, too.“ She winced, though, glancing at the clock, shocked at how long they had been doing this, “You'd better go before Jack gets home," she motioned toward the nightstand, and he saw that it was after school was out.

He nodded, rolling out of bed and reaching for his shorts.

 “Tyson?”  He stopped, looking at her, “Next time, bring condoms sized for that big boy," she swung the heavy sperm filled rubber for emphasis before licking her hand off, blushing that he had seen her do it, and then tied a knot in the condom’s free end. The effort coated her hands with more of his spend, but she resisted the urge to lick them clean… for the moment at least.  Tyson’s smile was growing as he realized what she had said.

 "Next time?" he verified.  Kate blushed, even as she stood naked before her son’s best friend. It was so wrong, she knew, even as she knew she could not say no to enjoying that cock again. She stepped to the dressed young man, reaching up to cup his face, then pausing remembering her hands were smeared with his jism.  He caught her face in his instead, though as they kissed a moment later, his hands wandered to tease and pinch at her nipples.

 She broke the kiss, and glanced down at her nipples which were again standing fully erect, begging for attention. "I think I’m hooked,“ she admitted, “Don’t you remember, the boys’ fishing trip is coming up," she licked her lips, imagining having this young stud available for an entire weekend, “I guess I should be glad you don’t like fishing, shouldn’t I?“  she smirked at him, “I can spend the weekend seeing if I can’t tire you out.”

 "We can fuck all weekend?" Tyson’s eyes glazed, not out of concern, Kate realized, but in delight at the thought of enjoying her for so long.  Her arousal notched up a peg, and it was a struggle to remember her son could soon be home.

 "Oh yeah,“ she assured Tyson, kissing him quickly again, “I want that big black cock in me all weekend," she assured the young man.  Ty pulled her lips against his, kissing her more passionately than she ever remembered John managing. She melted in his arms, rubbing her bare crotch against his shorts. She murmured in delight as she felt his cock swell inside his shorts. Reluctantly, she pushed him away. "God you’re amazing.  I want that in me again right now.“ Tyson’s eyes went to the clock, even as he reached for the waistband of his shorts, “No,“ she shook her head, “I want to, but we can’t… You have to go."

 "I love you," he said, earnestly.

 "NO!" she said sharply immediately, shaking her head vehemently. He blinked, surprised at what he had said, and hurt by her reaction. "This isn’t love, Tyson. I love John.  And you love your girlfriend.  This was amazing, but it’s just sex.” She offered a crooked smile, “Fabulous, indescribable great sex," she reassured him, "But it’s still just sex. Save your love for Shawna. And be careful how you throw those words around"  Tyson bobbed his head in understanding.  Her hand caught his semi-erect cock through his shorts, “And I do love you just like you’re a son of mine, but this cock is so amazing I’m not going to be able to help myself, even though this should hever have happened.”

 "Yes, Mrs. Howard," he replied, unable to keep from smiling at the knowledge she was going to have sex with him again… that she‘d enjoyed having sex with him. She waved at the door to the bedroom.

 “I have to clean up, get out of here… and thank you, Tyson, I did not know I could still do that.“ He was relieved she did not look back, going into the en suite bathroom instead, which let him grab his smart phone off the dresser. He was still shaking his head at what had happened as he bounded down the steps and headed for the back door.

"Oh Ty?" he heard Mrs. Howard call from the top of the stairs, “Is Jack home yet?“ 

 “Nope.“ he shouted back, after looking around, wondering what he would have said if his friend had been there, “Good,“ she appeared, still naked, at the bottom of the steps, and his cock jumped in his pants, God, she was gorgeous, “When you get those condoms?”  He nodded, awaiting her instruction, “Buy a value pack."

 "Yes, Mrs. Howard," he smiled broadly, and then as she went back up the stairs, shocked at such forward behavior despite what they had been doing for hours.  The alarm chirped as Tyson left, and she stepped into her bedroom.

 She looked at herself in the mirror-- naked, having just gone downstairs, and paraded herself in front of Jack’s best friend.  Had it really happened? She looked at the condom laying like an opaque mini football where she had left it on the bed. It was still shocking when she picked it up, it was so heavy. She had a weird impulse to toss it against the wall like a water balloon. She had donned her glasses, and lifting it, she let the heavy rubber swing below her fingers, wondering what was so fascinating… the volume, or knowing that it tasted so good… It was thicker than John‘s almost like pudding, which she decided added to the rich if still salty taste.

 "Thank god this thing held," she scolded herself, "Who knew a man could shoot so much cum." She knew she should shower and clean up, but the urge was still there.  Kate lowered the condom and slid up the bed, propping her back against the pillow. "So much cum." She repeated as she caught the filled condom again and with a struggle untied the knot before upending it over her breasts. "So much cum," she whispered, watching it splatter on her naked tits. ‘What's happening to me?’ Kate moaned, eyes drifting to the clock.  "Cum on me, Ty," she whispered, eyes closing, wishing he was still there. That they were still together. 

 Because it had been collected together, the semen was still warm. A heavy trickle of white was oozing down her belly.  Absently licking one nipple and then the other, she watched the pearlescent fluid pool in her navel. Kate rubbed her hands over her breasts, then down over her flat stomach, smearing his jism into her skin, pausing frequently to lick her fingers clean. Echoes of the pleasure she had experienced that day sparked and kept burned like a banked fire, keeping her slightly aroused. Her body had come back to life for the young man her family considered a son… a young man she had considered a son until he had proven he was much much more.

 Again Kate wished he was still there, fucking her again. "Oh god Ty, CUM ON ME!" The hand on her belly collected the sperm pooled at her navel and brought it to her mouth. She licked his seed off of her fingers disappointed by the slight taste of latex and wishing she were licking it off his cock again.

 ‘Cum in my mouth,’ she thought, licking her fingers clean. Her right hand moved down, trailing more of his jism past her flat belly and into the thin strip of pubic hair. Heedless of the risk, her cum sticky fingers circled her still aroused clit, then traced her slack labia before pushing inside of her pussy.

 ‘Cum in my pussy,’ she thought, humping against her fingers. She lay on the damp bedding, fingering herself faster, her free hand collecting more of the jism smeared over her skin and bringing it to her mouth to enjoy.

 ‘Cumming for you, Ty!’ she thought… then realized she had screamed it as her fingers and her fantasy brought her off yet again.

 Shocked back to reality, Kate leapt off of the bed, her body still trembling with pleasure as she listened… had Jack gotten home? 

 She closed the bedroom door, then rushed into the bathroom and jumped into the spray before the water was even warm, starting her second shower of the day. Kate watched the spray of water wash his sperm off of her body. She consoled herself with the certain knowledge she would have fresh semen to enjoy in just a week.

 She washed her hair and lathered her body with the body wash again. Her nipples were still hard and sent spasms to her pussy each time her hand or the loofa brushed over them. ‘What's wrong with me?’ She thought, aware that she should be more than satisfied. Instead, she was horny just from thinking about getting to enjoy Ty's big black penis again in a few days. Her hand lowered the sprayer, as she thought that, and less than two minutes later, Kate was cumming again on the spray and her thrusting fingers as she sucked at her distended nipple.

 ‘How can I still be so horny?… Horny just thinking about him,’ she wondered, even as she moaned in pleasure. She reluctantly put the spray head back on the wall and shut the water off.  Kate was humming happily for the second time that day as she stepped from the shower, toweling dry.


***
 ‘Damn,‘ Ty struggled to shift his cock to a less conspicuous place, ‘I’m horny just thinking about her, he glanced around, worried someone would see.  He was hurrying back to his house.  Relieved no one was watching him, he returned his attention to what was really making him horny; he looked back down at his phone.

 "Fuck me Ty. I love your big cock," Mrs. Kate Howard’s cry was plain through the phone’s speaker. It had really happened.  He had expected she would refuse-- he was not going to really expose what she and her husband had done, they were like family to him.  But she had agreed to a blow job.  And then… Ty smiled.  He had told himself he would save it all up for the next weekend, but he was not sure he could keep from wanking one more time to celebrate what an amazing day it had been… He had thought the old video was gold, the best spank bank imaginable.  But this… "I love fucking your big black cock… Fuck me!" Kate screamed, welcoming his thrusts on the small screen.

 Ty glanced around again, anxious that no one see or hear what he was watching.

 "You're wrong about one thing," he said as he walked. "I do love you Mrs. Howard."

Son's Best Friend    26/16   Stormbringer; LE1607; 4:5