It was late on a Friday afternoon and I wasn’t planning on doing much. I was low on cash, so I decided to stay in and play on the internet. Well that was until the phone rang. The caller ID showed it was my friend John.



“Hey John, what’s up?”



“Hi Marc, what are you up to? Fancy coming over for a swim or a beer, or both?”



John lives with his mother in a large single story house with a good sized pool. I used to hang out there quite often, but that was before he got a steady girlfriend (who I did not care for). Apparently that has now changed he told me and he wanted my company again.



I knew I was going to be spending the night there, so I threw some stuff into a back pack and drove over.



John greeted me at the door; he was already in his swim-shorts.



“Good to see you again Marc.”



“Yeah, long time. So you finally saw the light of day and stopped getting pussy whipped?”



“Uh huh, don’t let’s talk about her; I’m still a little sore about it. Come on get changed and join us in the pool.”



We went though the house and into the back yard. John’s mother was sunning herself on a pool lounger, lying face down, wearing a black bikini with the top unfastened. Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail. I have always been entranced by her large freckled breasts and when I was younger I frequently used to jerk off thinking about them.



She lifted her head up. “Hello Marc, good to see you again.” She murmured.



“Hi Mrs. T, you look good, I mean, well.” I blushed. She laughed in her deep sexy voice.



“Are you still in school?”



“Yes, I will graduate with my bachelors next year.”



She lifted herself onto her elbows, exposing her chest a little, but her top still clung precariously to her breasts. I wondered if she knew how much she was turning me on.



“You look like you have been working out.”



“I have just been doing some running, that’s all.”



John came over with three cold beers, gave one to me and one to his mother.



“Go in the pool, it is just the right temperature, you look like you need cooling off.” She said.



John & I swam in the pool, we barbequed and eventually ended up playing games in John’s room on his X-box. John was drinking quite heavily and it was around midnight that he finally fell into a deep sleep. Still wearing my swim-shorts, I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water from the refrigerator. The light from the pool was enough to see by, so I did not turn on the kitchen lights.



As I raised the glass to my lips, Mrs. T walked in and flicked on the under cupboard lights. She was only wearing a pair of skimpy transparent blue panties, and those beautiful breasts were completely bare.



“Oh Marc, you made me jump, I thought you were asleep in John’s room.”



“Sorry, I was just thirsty.” I tore my eyes away from her.



I expected her to cover herself up, but instead she opened the door and reached down inside the refrigerator. Her big breasts swung forward.



“I fancied a ham sandwich with mustard, do you want one?”



I didn’t particularly, but I was looking for anything to give me a reason to stay!



“Hmm, oh, sure Mrs. T.”



“Less of the Mrs. T. My name is Val.”



“Sure Mrs. T, I mean Val.”



She placed the ham and mustard on the countertop and turned to face me, one hand on the countertop.



“Am I embarrassing you Marc? Shall I go and put some clothes on?”



I tried to look her in the eyes. “Err, no, I mean no, you are not embarrassing me. It’s just that you have such a hot body.”



My eyes dropped down to those large tanned orbs of flesh, her nipples a light brown and a little erect. She turned back to making the sandwiches. I could now stare freely at her lovely pear shaped ass. I could feel myself getting hard and I tried to adjust my shorts.



“Thank you for the compliment Marc. Can’t remember the last time someone said I was hot.”



She laughed and wiggled her ass seductively while continuing to prepare the food. It took all my restraint not to come up behind her, rip off her panties and fuck her from behind.



“Here you go, let’s sit on the couch.” She passed me a plate. I walked into the family room and sat down. Val sat next to me, her legs pulled under her and we ate silently. I put my plate down on the coffee table.



“That was nice, thank you Val. I looked over at her again. You have some mustard on your…” I pointed.



“So I do.” With her finger she wiped it up and licked it off. Her pink tongue lingered between her parted lips, and she looked me in the eye.



“You like my tits? You can’t take your eyes off them.”



“They are incredible. I’ve dated a few girls, but theirs were little more than a handful. They look so heavy.”



She leaned towards me, took my hand and put it under her right breast.



“Feel them Marc, I know you have been wanting to.”



The weight of them took me by surprise and I took full advantage, caressing and kneading the two mounds of soft flesh. I grasped the left one with my other hand pushing them together before running my thumbs over her now hard nipples. My hands were shaking with excitement and desire.



She groaned and laid her head back, eyes closed. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and blowing it to make it stand out even further.



Her eyes opened slightly. She moved forward and kissed me lightly on the lips before putting her hand around the back of my neck and pulling me hard against her. Our tongues intertwined and we kissed hungrily, rolling back and forth on the couch.



I decided to risk everything and ran my right hand down her tummy. Just as I slipped my hand inside her panties, she broke off and I thought I had shattered the moment.



“Let’s go to my bedroom.” She whispered hoarsely.



I lifted her up in my arms, carried her into her room, and laid her on the bed. She reached out, pulled down my shorts and I kicked them off my ankles. My cock sprang up to full attention.



“Umm, you are so big and thick. Uncut as well.” She stroked and squeezed me. “You are so stiff, like an iron bar.” She cupped my tight balls in her hand. “Such big testicles as well.”



Val put her lips around the tip of my cock and licked in circles before taking as much as she could in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as I thrust into her face. Although it felt so good, I broke off, laid her back and pulled off her wet panties.



Her thighs parted and she spread her sex lips with her fingers exposing her secret womanhood. I dipped the tip of my cock into the entrance of her wet pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit.



“I’m ready, just fuck me Marc. I like being fucked hard.”



I needed no second invitation, grabbed her plentiful ass and pulled her onto my cock.



“Ooooooooooohhhhhh.” She cried, “Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh.”



In four thrusts I had buried my long cock completely inside of her and I ground myself against her pubic mound. I was on the verge of cumming and wanted to delay as much as possible.



Val was already in the throes of her first orgasm.



“Jeez, ahhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh.”



She grabbed my hips urgently. “Fuck me; fuck me with that big hard cock. I like it rough.”



I started slamming hard into her pussy, watching as she tried to stop her massive tits from bouncing around.



“Yes, yes, yesssssssssssss, you’re so big, ahhh feels like a steel rod.”



I put her legs on my shoulders, squeezed her ass cheeks together and started long slow thrusts. It drove Val crazy as she tried to speed me up.



“No fuck me harder, faster, but ohhhhhhh yessssssss, ohh it feels so gooooodd.”



Eventually she managed to get on top of me, pinned my shoulders down and started to bounce up and down on my cock, riding me like her life depended on it. Her ass slapped rhythmically against my hips and she gasped every time I entered her. I grabbed and squeezed her breasts together.



I could no longer hold back. I felt my orgasm starting and I cried out. Val had sensed me swelling and she came noisily as spurt after spurt of my cum shot deep inside of her. The sensation was so intense and so long I could hardly bare it. Eventually Val slowed and slumped against my chest, drenched in sweat, still impaled on my cock.



She kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you honey, I so needed that, it was so good.” Val flexed her hips, testing how firm my cock was.



“Give me a few minutes, please.” I begged. She took no notice and slid down my body. I felt her lips circle my cock, coaxing me erect.



We had sex three more times before I slipped out of her bed and went back to John’s room exhausted.



We all woke much later than usual the next morning. John and I went into the kitchen to make coffee. The smell of it must have woken Val and she came in wearing a not overly long, white T-shirt. It was an odd situation, and I wondered what John would say if he knew I was banging his mother all last night.



Val made it worse because when John was not looking she would fondle my cock. I retaliated by groping her ass or squeezing her tits. When she sat on one of the barstools drinking her coffee, she parted her legs, and I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties.



John decided to go in the pool and swim his hangover off and Val watched from the kitchen while she rinsed the dishes. I came up from behind her, pushed her T-shirt up over her naked ass and slipped my hard cock between her legs. As John swam back and forth I fucked his mother doggy style at the kitchen sink. It felt so wicked, especially when I emptied my load into her just as he got out of the pool. I barely had time to put my cock away before her came into the kitchen.



The game of risk got more daring over the next 12 months, with several close moments. Eventually I graduated and moved away for my job, but even now I find sex much more satisfying if there is an element of getting caught. Val taught me well.



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