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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part 2
'What the ffffucking fuck?' Barry yelled, his face a red ball of fury and confusion all at once.
'Barry, get out!' Teresa panicked.
'What the absolute fucking fffffffuuuuuuuuu-
'Oh Jesus, Baz, I'm sorry,' I pleaded.
'You're fucking sorry?'
'I am SOOOOO fucking sorry!'
'Then stop fucking my mother, you fucking fuckbag!'
I didn't realise I was.
I looked down.
Yep.
My mistake.
I had somehow pulled her back onto me. Maybe I was subconsciously looking for somewhere to hide?!
Next thing I know I look back up and see his fist up close. I need a macro lense to see this...
Oh, nope, no I'm unconsciouss now. Never mind!
'How could you hit him like that?' I hear Teresa's voice, pleading, angry, regretful as the sound of footsteps storm about the floor and I realise I'm now lying on that very same bed. I come to, feel the sting and swollen burning against my eye socket and moan, crawling out of the bed and wrapping the quilt around my waist.
Then, 'no, no, not again, you leave it alone, Barry, you've done enough!'
'I've done enough?' I hear him yell in disbelief. Why did this have to happen?
He storms into the room and looks at me like he wants to hit me a second time. I'd invite it if I think it'll make him feel better. Instead he just crosses his arms, thankfully for me, and lets out a grunt.
'Baz, I'm sorry, what else can I say? Did you have a good night, though?'
'It was fucking lovely, unlike coming back home to find you boffing my mother,' he ranted.
'Wonderful. And the girl?'
'Shut up, dickhead.'
Yeah okay, so I shut up as per request and I deserve the dickhead part, since that's the brain I was clearly thinking with. Only then does it start taking a turn for the weird and I'm not sure I know if I can stand my ground or just do as I'm told to prevent any further fighting.
'So, you're not just any motherfucker. you're fucking my mother. I should be grateful since she can't seem to get any around here. Bunch of old fucking farmers with sheep fetishes. It's nice that she's found somebody up to the challenge and who has a bright future ahead of them just waiting to be ruined by HER FUCKING SON!!!'
'Jesus, I said I was sorry. What can I do?'
'So I suppose you're my dad now, hey motherfucker?' Barry asks.
'Eh?'
'You're into my mum, you're fucking her in her own house, in her own bed, while her son's walking around. Are you my dad now, motherfucker'
'No!' This is getting absurd. Who put 50p in the dickhead? He can't stop and I'm not sure he can hear himself anymore. I totally get that he'd insanely and probably even murderously angry at me considering the circumstances but I don't see where this is going.
'Oh, so she's not good enough for you? She's just a cheap fuck? Didn't you at least take her on a date?'
'Barry, that's enough. You don't dare tell me what do do with my life or my body,' Teresa yells from a distance.
'You'll show my mother the respect she deserves if you can't for your mates, do you understand?'
'What, Baz, I-
'DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'
'Yes, yes, just stop fucking narking on me for fuck's sake. Get out and give me some fucking space!' I yell and oddly Barry takes a step back and changes his attitude immediately....
'Okay?' I ask.
'Okay dad, sorry,' he says and leaves the room. He goes to his own, closes the door and all is quiet. Only then does the distress really hit me and I see Teresa peering around the corner from the doorway and her hand is over her mouth.
'What just happened?' she whispers.
'I... I think I just lost my mind and this is some sort of episode and none of it's real,' I muster, picking my clothes up off the floor and getting dressed in a hurry.
'I'm so sorry, this is an absolute nightmare!'
'No, that's perfectly and terrifyingly alright,' I reply, feeling light headed and jacked full of anxiety. 'After all, hey, we seem to be married all of a sudden. That happened fast...'
Then Barry comes back out of his room and demands pocket money. It's embarrassing. Even compared to being caught with my cock buried in his mother. He makes a scene, saying that I never give him anything and it's like watching a child having a temper tantrum.
'I can't fuck a girl without taking her out on a date,' he screams.
'Fucking grow up you tit, I get the message,' I yell and he storms out of the house. His mother his horrified and doesn't see that her housecoat has come undone in the heat of the moment and that her tits and bare pussy are on show.
'I'm so sorry,' she gasps.
'No, no, I'm sorry, this...' (Should never have happened?) 'This is all my fault. I broke his trust. I should leave...'
'Well let me see to that eye, first,' Teresa says, approaching me with her had outstretched to my face. I lift up my hand and then notice that my skin feels stiff and scabby. I rub my fingers against my eyebrow and notice that I've been bleeding. Shit. There goes my weekend, royally and utterly ruined. All my fault.
Her hand feels gentle against the wound. She beckons me to follow her so she can get me seen to and shame burns me as we cross the threshold to the bathroom, where it all began. She bathes the wound carefully, getting rid of the blood. Luckily it's only a small cut and the swelling is nowhere as bad as it could have been.
'Will you be safe getting home?' Teresa asks.
'Hmm?'
'You're not concussed or anything? You might faint and end up in hospital. I could drive you home!'
'Would you? That would be kind of you. I really don't want to have to be in public after that,' I explain. She gets dressed, grabs her keys and twenty minutes later we're bombing down the motorway in partial silence.
She's wearing a white blouse, only half buttoned up in her haste to get me home. Oddly enough, she's also chosen to wear a shortish conservative looking skirt. Don't ask me while I'm looking. Just tell me that I'm looking for trouble and don't know when to stop.
I can see the curve of her right breast from her cleavage and downward. I try not to look but I'm trying not to look away because I feel I shouldn't come across as ignorant. Not ignorant, just an idiot.
'Will your parents be home?' she then asks me after some time listening to the radio.
No they won't. I hadn't thought about that. Didn't even need a reason to until now.
'I'm a bit weary after all of that. I wouldn't mind a cup of tea at the end of the drive if I could. A moment to reset my thoughts...'
'You're welcome to, sure. All the time you need,' I say and then she catches me looking down her blouse.
Now if you've ever read somebody's eyes exactly the way you saw it and end up right more often than not, imagine hers saying "seriously, after all the trouble peeping got you into last time?" That was the look she gave me briefly before putting her eyes back on the road ahead. Then a wry smile appeared on her lips.
We got back to my parents' house just after lunch time. I invited Teresa in and put the kettle on. We were standing in the kitchen awkwardly, checking the time, checking our phones for messages...
Checking Teresa's cleavage. Shit, busted again!
'I am really sorry about getting us caught out,' I said, casually reminded and making it ever more awkward. As awkward as the boner now threatening to return on the back end of that thought. She held her breath and then huffed.
'Yeah, not to worry. Fun while it lasted...'
I invited her to sit down in the living room, leading the way and offering her to take her pick of the seats, myself taking half of the couch. She came and sat right next to me and we sat staring at the sunlight beaming across the wall from the bay window behind us.
'I get the funny feeling I'm not going to see him anymore,' I sighed. 'I really messed that up.'
'Well you could have handled that better, that's for sure. I just wonder how I'm going to handle it when I get back home. I've never seen him like that before.'
'I bet,' I said, then realised what she had said. 'What do you mean I could have handled that better?'
'Well you didn't have to carry on fucking me until he burst through the door like that.'
'Oh that!'
'You could have at least taken the time to hide under the bed.'
'And then what?'
'And then I don't know, I could have made an excuse and said you'd gone for a walk to cure your hangover?'
'True,' I said in hindsight and sighed, sipping my tea and burning my lips.
Then Teresa paused for thought, looked right at me and said, 'and just think of the shagging we could have still been getting up to when he was none the wiser?'
'Teresa!'
'Come on, we both clearly wanted it or it wouldn't have happened,' she said with a wink.
'I'm not arguing, I really wanted it like you wouldn't believe,' I started but she was quicker. Suddenly she was raising her butt off the seat and hitching up her skirt, then toying with her pussy under her panties with lust in her eyes.
'I'm waiting,' she purred.
My mouth was on her in a flash, lapping up her juices and licking at her swollen clit, her panties pulled to one side. She hissed and moaned, moving my hands up to her breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her blouse. I groped and squeezed them tenderly as she began to unbutton herself, ready to be set free, and as she did, I ate her out hands free, unbuckling my belt and unzipping myself to let the monster loose.
'You have a great mouth for fucking,' she sighed, 'but I want your cock back in me.'
'I can still taste myself on you,' I grinned, lashing out my tongue and shooting it deep into her pussy where I wiggled and licked and swirled to her delight. Soon after keeping that up for a while she clenched, tightening up into a trembling ball of hot flesh and came into my mouth.
I stood up, pulling off my jeans and watched briefly as she exposed her breasts to me seductively, still with her skirt hitched up and her panties to one side. I knelt before her and proceeded to hang her knees over my elbows, pushing her knees back and resting my hands on her breasts, giving the thick pink nipples a gentle squeeze and a pinch, then aimed myself between her labia; the same place my now estranged friend Baz once came from.
'Yes, let me have it,' she breathed, bracing herself for the sweet sensation of the first sliding motion. She was so wet and hot, already pre-fucked to the point that she didn't have to stretch to accomodate my girth. I slid in with ease, inch by inch, but made sure to go slow at first, just because this may as well have been the last time.
I wanted it to last between up just because she was so sweet, so hot, so sensuous and beautiful that empty shoes such as those would be hard to fill by any other woman. Even if she had started me on the path to a MILF addiction, I knew there would be no substitutes for Teresa ever again.
'Ohhhh,' she gasped, 'that's right!' I slid in halfway and then withdrew until only my head remained inside her and then slid in deeper yet, then did the same until eventually we were sunken all the way in and held together by the strong muscles within. 'Can you feel my heartbeat?' she asked. My eyes widened.
Wow, I had never...
'That's what you're doing to me!'
'You're so hot, you're burning up inside,' I observed, reeling from the sight of her pussy lips wrapped around me as if having sucked me in deep.
We began to slowly screw, bumping up against each other in a seductive rhythm of slippery deep penetration and hip gyrating, so to leave no ground untouched. Before long she was getting wetter against me so that all we could hear was out breathing and her sploshing in the failed resistance against my hardened cock. I fucked her to orgasm twice more before she ordered me up onto the couch, taking off the remainder of our clothes so that when she climbed on top and began to gently ride me and plunge down onto me we were together as flesh all over.
My hands guided her by her beautiful fulsome bottom, holding her in place as she slid up and down my length and grinded her pussy against my pubic mound. To look her in the eyes as she took control made me feel instantly submissive, just wanting to trust her to love me the way she knew best. Again she came and came around my cock. Those orgasms were getting so much easier for her. The more she came the more was to come.
'We really need a bed for the position I want you in right now,' she said, 'if you can keep going?!'
Without hesitation I picked her up, her ass in my hands and her pussy still wrapped wetly around me. Her hands around my neck I began to piston into her using my hands to lift her up and down on my length and then kissed her deep as I carried her up the stairs.
Reaching the bedroom she ordered me to sit down as she still hung from my solid cock. I took the edge of the bed and sat down with her in my lap and we shared a passionate series of sticky hot kisses, or bodies beginning to melt together in the heat of the moment. Then she ordered me to lie down in the middle of the bed with my legs spread.
Again she straddled me, but teased the head and length of my cock with her pussy lips and wiggling peach of an ass. She got up onto her haunches and leaned back, balancing herself with her arms behind her, hands spread out on the mattress.
Now I had a full view of her delicious mature body and her pussy as she slid down onto my cock once again before beginning to ride me with her legs spread wide apart and aiding her sliding movements. I could see her eating me up and spitting me back out again but catching be and taking me back in again. It was driving me insane what this woman could do. After she came again, I rolled her onto her back and entered her with her legs wrapped around my waist.
'Now this I could have gotten used to, young man,' Teresa said moaning and breathing heavily.
'Never say never,' I grunted, shafting her deep as our thighs slapped wetly together.
'Mmmm, you're right, I should take your number!'
'You should take my spunk first,' I countered and we both couldnt help but laugh as my end approached. In all honesty, feeling a little guilty, my climax felt a little underwhelming at first if not for the amount of come I gave Teresa but I started shagging the arse off her again without even stopping, leaving her wide-eyed with surprise as I tore into a second orgasm, about the same time as I made her come again.
We kissed and kissed for a long time after that, hugging and thanking each other despite what had happened. We fucked again and again until evening, too, making the most of what was likely to be the last time this would happen. But then she did get my number and we did meet again several times until we bith started dating other people eventually.
Sadly, my friendship with Baz was all but ruined, but then I can't lie. He was a fucking brat anyway.
I knew that before I became his daddy! |
Can't wait to hear more
it does remind me of the time I fucked a guys mom I knew I think that's why I prefer mature women and milfs 
