Bobby’s bladder demanded action, and he swung his legs onto the ground, away from Megan. Pushing off the sofa, he yawned, stretching his arms high. “Be right back,” he said to no one in particular and padded inside.
Kate was still on the phone, but her voice was more distant than before. On his way to the toilet, he found her sitting in the dining room, holding her phone up to her ear and smiling. She had unbuttoned her shirt to just under her chest, revealing a tight, cushy bra that had to be a size too small.
The white cups dug into Kate’s skin, smushing her boobs together and out the top like plump muffins. She laughed at something, and her cleavage sloshed, jiggling as she delighted in his mother’s words. “Megan was the exact same for a few years, my ex-husband spoiled her rotten,” Kate said and held a finger to her lips, looking at Bobby.
“Bathroom,” he mouthed and pointed before continuing in that direction.
She nodded, getting to her feet and giving him a better eyeful as she leaned forward. Kate had another dark mole on her right breast; it danced and jittered like a fishing lure as she moved. “Nonsense, don’t apologize, Sharon,” she said, speaking into the phone. “Tell me.”
Bobby’s breath quickened as Kate followed, saying nothing to him. Gulping, he pushed the door open and flicked the light switch on.
Kate entered too, leaving the door ajar behind her. She tapped her phone, and his mom’s voice came through the speaker in the middle of a sentence. “…having boys is the laundry,” his mother vented. Bobby knew the tone well.
Kate put her phone down next to the sink and eyed him through the mirror. Brought a finger to her lips again. Bobby just breathed, his mouth going dry. “Laundry?” Kate asked and tittered, turning to face Bobby. “Why’s that, dear?”
His mom heaved a long sigh as Kate rubbed his chest. “You know, their… mess,” mom said, and she sipped a drink. “In his socks, on his shirts, underwear too. It’s disgusting.” His mother retched. “I despise semen.”
Kate smirked and sank to her knees. As Bobby went rigid, horrified by mom’s words, Kate ran both of her hands through her hair, gathering it all and letting it fall down her back. “Ask him to do it in the shower,” Kate said, giving him a disappointed look. “Or the toilet.” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
His mother laughed. “I could never shame him like that,” she said and was right.
Bobby had never been so embarrassed, alcohol notwithstanding, and he glared at Megan’s mother for putting him in the situation. Kate shrugged and gave him a little shake of the head, as if to say it wasn’t her fault. She demonstrated how he could solve the problem by covering her own ears. He narrowed his eyes at her; the harm had already been done.
Kate flapped a hand at him before carefully undoing his button. “I’d make him do his own laundry if I were you,” Kate said and moved on to his zipper, slowly tugging with her thumb and forefinger.
Mom sighed. “I can’t trust him to get all those stains out,” she said.
Bobby grimaced, jerking his head and looking away. As he massaged his eyebrows in distress, Kate pulled his pants down to his ankles. Fondled him through the underwear. Her hand was delicate, and she applied almost no pressure, but his half chub turned into a raging hardon under her touch. “Bobby is a clever boy, Sharon, I’m sure he can figure out stain removal,” Kate said, tugging on his briefs, stretching the waistband up and over his stiffness.
“Maybe you’re right,” mom said.
Kate caressed his thighs, slid her hands around and felt his ass. Gave both cheeks a squeeze. Bobby felt something graze his tip, and he broke off rubbing his eyes in favor of watching Kate. Her lash’s fluttered, and she smiled sweetly. “Give it a try, dear,” Kate said. “What are your plans for the weekend?” Kate opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. It was long as fuck and wide.
Shit, Bobby thought, as his shaft gradually disappeared, gliding along Kate’s tongue. Her pink muscle cradled him, turning up on both sides, and his cock sunk into it like a memory foam mouth. “Bobby and I are going to clean out the basement,” mom said, and Bobby’s glans met an impossibly soft wall of resistance in the back of Kate’s throat. “It’s going to be his new room.”
Kate continued to push forward slowly, her tongue unmoving, and just as Bobby thought there was nowhere else for his cock to go, it pierced whatever throat hymen she could make. He shuddered violently and bit his thumb, biting back a moan. Soundlessly, Kate released his manhood. “Do you need any help?” Kate asked and took him into her mouth once more. She didn’t close her lips around him, just opened wide and slid his length along her slick tongue. Read the latest chapters at NovelPing.
“Thanks, but no,” mom said, and Kate teased him with her throat shutter. Not granting him entry. “I have to look through it all and make sure I don’t throw anything away that I’ll regret.”
Megan’s mom bobbed deliberately, her tongue like a magnet, clinging to the underside of his cock. His tip leaked, and he splayed his fingers involuntarily. She released him without a peep or a squelch and gulped, wiping her chin where a thread of saliva dangled. “What about after?” Kate asked and gently stroked him with her hand. “I have an SUV we can load up.”
Bobby’s mother yawned loudly. “That would be nice,” mom said, and Kate slid him into her mouth, his glans knocking at her throat knot, but it refused to open for him. Both of her hands rubbed his backside, one of them wet and cold but the glistening warmth about his shaft mattered more. “I’d hate to impose on the day I meet you, Kate; we should get together beforehand. Maybe go out for drinks.”
Bobby was close, breathing rapidly and scrotum taut as a bowstring, but Kate unslung him before he could loose. “I would love that, dear, I’ll give you a call tomorrow, and we can set a date,” Kate said, leaving his prick untouched and throbbing. “Bye, bye.”
“Have a good night,” mom said and hung up.
“Forgive me, turtledove,” Kate said, rubbing his hamstring tenderly and swallowed him. Mouth hot and dripping, she forced him past her previously forbidden tightness and to the brink of ecstasy. Taking his cock out of her mouth, she said, “Finish on my tongue, sweetness.” She took him in both hands and stroked hard, displaying the large target and aiming him.
Her meaty tits bouncing, Bobby climaxed, letting out a hissing breath as he splashed her tongue with a negligible amount of cum. “Fuck,” he groaned, body stuttering and ears thrumming.
“Naughty boy,” Kate said when the last spasm was spent. She swallowed and showed him that it was all gone. “Unlike your mother, sweety, I love semen. Do I need to send a certain someone off to boarding school so I can have a full sampling?”
He winced at the mention of mom's experience with his cum. God, he thought, I’m so fucking dumb; of course, she knew what that was. I’ll never be able to look her straight in the face again, Bobby thought.