I am twenty two years old. My name is Lucie. I will say right away, this is not a female name. This is abbreviated from "Lucifer". And my parents are very far from religion. It's just that my mother really likes this name.

Now, about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. Or rather, my dad and I adore her. But, mom has girlfriends. And this will be devoted to my story. My mother is around forty, but you will never give her more than thirty. Likely, good genes and a lot of sport. Her friends are appropriate. Everyone looks very good. If I had the opportunity, I would fuck them all, and I am very selective in women. I do not like girls who hang themselves around my neck. I love the chase and the riddle to fuck my brain, so much so that as many sparks flew.

One time my mother organized a party in honor of something there. Just do not remember, and not necessary. And there I saw her. As I understand it, it was one of my mother's friends. She was gorgeous. I only wanted one thing - to see her naked. With this one thought, I got up. From now on and forever, she became the intruder of my fantasies. They were just about her. A couple of times I tried to come closer and start a conversation, but she very gently slipped away from me. And it started to enrage me. In my wildest fantasies, I fucked her very rough and deep. She shouted my name and squirmed under my tongue. I kept thinking about how it tasted. And I could not get it out of my head. She became for me an ideal and inaccessible woman.

It was one of those ordinary days. Mom was going somewhere again. At the meeting of some activists, or something else. I was also instructed to help one of her friends and move heavy boxes from the garage to the room. This friend lived almost opposite us. I do not remember that someone moved there, but not the essence. I changed into a white T-shirt and jeans and left.

I called the door lock a couple of times and did not get an answer. I pressed the handle - the door was open. “Fuck, I hope I won’t be put in here right now. I have seen too many films with similar scenes. ” But the house was calm.

“Mrs. Gold, are you at home?” Silence.

I decided to explore the second floor. Upstairs, I heard the sound of water. "So someone in the shower." Finding yourself immediately and not watching would be a crime, so I gently opened the door and began to watch. At first, nothing was visible, because the clubs of steam blocked the entire shower cabin. But here, the booth opened and she went out. I could not believe my happiness. Opposite my house there lived the one about which I had been thinking for some week already. She took a towel and began to gently soak up the remaining water on her body. The body was not just perfect, it was twice perfect, as if carved out of pink marble. Long beautiful legs, elastic ass, thin waist and very beautiful breasts. God, her breasts were something. I could say right away - it was natural. How could you keep such a body when you are forty remains a mystery. Understandably, I could not think of anything else except sex. Carefully undoing the zipper, I slowly podrachival. A million fantasies flew before my eyes in one second and I slightly lost my guard. I almost groaned when she started applying some oil on her body. I wanted to smell, try, feel. Instead, I stood and shamefully jerked off. For a moment, closing my eyes, I heard a voice:

- spying is not good.

Opening my eyes, I saw her staring at me. I was covered with panic.

“P-sorry, ma'am.” I'm here because my mom asked me to help you with heavy boxes. Since no one answered, I decided to go upstairs and find out if everything is in order. And he was absolutely shocked by your beauty. My brain is very bad now.

- That is, you are not going to excuse that you followed me?

- I - I did not watch you? At first, I couldn’t consider a man or a woman for a couple of clubs, and then ... it was too late.

I could not look into her eyes. Her perfect breasts, the look of her pussy, her perfect tummy - everything shouted "fuck me."

- Well, what, you wanted to watch, then you will watch. Let's go.

- No, wait, let me move the boxes, and then we'll see.

She abruptly pressed me against the wall, gently grabbed the penis and whispered in my ear:

- Do not you want to play? I'm sure you will last a long time.

- Long last? What are you talking about?

Without another word, she took my hand and led me down. We walked past the large hall, kitchen and went into the living room. She put me in a very comfortable chair, and she sat opposite, spreading her legs. Her elbows pressed against the lid of the piano. The picture was very seductive. Just looking at her like that, I wanted her even more.

- You'll jerk off for me, and I will watch. I say stop, you stop. I say go on, you go on. You have no right to finish until I tell you. If you cum before I told you to “cum,” I will tell your mother that you were harassing me. And as far as I know, you don't want to upset her.

I silently listened to her and it seemed to me a dream. I could not even imagine how to jerk it under the direction of someone, but I had no choice. Therefore, I decided to try. She dropped a couple of drops of deliciously smelling oil on the hollow between the breasts, looked at me and said:

- Start to masturbate. Slowly, like stretching pleasure.

My hand covered the floor of the rising member. The idea that she looks strangely turned me on. I watched her fingers smear the oil on her chest and wanted to help her, feel her skin under her fingers. The member got up almost to his full height and the touch brought a pleasant feeling.

- Stop jerking off - heard her voice.

"What? How? I just started? ”But, persuasion is a persuasion. She placed a pillow under her back and spread her legs wider. Putting the butter aside, she took a can of cream. I swallowed. I love the cream. Where does she put them? Pretty woman shook the spray and a small whipped cream rosette gently fell on the top of her clitoris. I only for a second imagined how the melting cream would flow between the soft folds and the desire to absorb her pussy into the mouth became unbearable. My dick has become harder than usual.

- Lick your palm and continue to masturbate.

The skin touched the skin and I sighed. God, as well. I tried not to speed up the pace and just enjoy the movements, looking at her. Another little rosette fell on the neat triangle of her short-cropped hair. Another portion of blood flowed to my trunk. Thoughts about a crazy orgasm began to emerge somewhere in the depths of my subconscious.

“Stop jerking off,” she said, and droplets of strawberry jam fell on her slightly stiff nipples.

I barely removed my hand from my dick. The picture was very seductive.

- If you behave yourself, I will allow you to make one movement with the tongue and lick something.

My brain began to desperately compare what exactly I want to lick. Strawberries or cream? Pussy or nipple? A slight pain in the head of the penis began to declare itself.

- Drip a couple of drops on your palm and continue to masturbate. I almost groaned when my palm slid down my iron trunk. I knew that if I moved a little faster, I would finish in a minute. As if hearing my thoughts, Mrs. Gold looked at me from under her slightly lowered eyelashes and said: "Hurry." Her finger slipped into her wet slit. Oh my God. I could only imagine for a split second how her juices mixed with cream and I almost reached orgasm.

- Stop. Spend your tongue from your hollow to my pussy, cover it with your mouth, lick it all, gently sucking and sit down.

Think bad, remember everything that makes you sick. Do not think about her awesome and delicious body. Forget these delicious cream sponges. Penetrating my tongue into the bowels of her bosom and licking all the sweetness, I realized that I could not take it for long. It was a very sophisticated meal and I did not know how long she would torture me like that. When my tongue reached her slightly swollen clit, she moaned. I did not want to stop, but her orders were law.

- What do you want stronger? So I covered your penis with my mouth all the way or enter me to the end? “Lord, what's the difference?” Both thoughts slowly led me to the abyss. I could not allow myself to think about such seductive things. My member begged for release.

- Touch your eggs, gently massage them. Think about how nice it will be to slip into my pussy and with strong, deep movements bring me to a frenzy and cry.

It was unreal. Another portion of arousal surged to my solid base. I slowly sighed when she got up and walked over to me.

- You decided? Mouth or pussy? I wanted to scream "all the same, I'm a millimeter from the orgasm," but trying not to think about strawberries on her nipples, gritting her teeth, said "mouth."

“If you interrupt your eye contact for a second,” she said, “you lost.”

- Do not interrupt.

While her soft warm mouth covered my dick, I did not open my eyes from her eyes and remembered a girl I could not bear. This girl was very intrusive and sex with her caused a wave of disgust in me. I lost her face again and again, struggling with a slowly rising orgasm. Her mouth didn't stop and I could feel the stiff muscles in my throat. My end rested against the wall of her throat and she slowly began to rise. It was the only time in my life when I wished that I had five, not twenty centimeters. I clenched my fist tightly. My knuckles are white. I quietly grabbed my skin, trying to ease the tearing orgasm with all my might with pain. She rose from her knees and smiled.

- Now you can finish.

I just washed away. It seemed to me an orgasm was eternal. I slightly touched a member and replaced the first one by the second. It was so powerful that I almost fainted. After a couple of minutes, I began to recover. She looked at me and slowly licked the cream from her fingers.

- Impressive. You can rest and do the drawers. They are in the garage.