A Cream Pie From My Son’s Best Bud

Cream Pie From My Son’s Best Bud

I tried to be a good mom, but I just couldn’t help myself.

Each time I saw him over visiting with my son when they got back from college, I would feel a tingle flow through my body. He looked so different from when he would come over years before. Maybe it was the long nights that I would spend by myself? That must have been it. It just drove me crazy. That’s the only explanation as to what I had done after seeing him come around again.

My son Alex’s friend was named Eric. He was tall, blond, and fairly skinny. There wasn’t anything remarkable about him besides the fact that he was so flirty and he had a great smile. It just made me feel young again. It had been a while since I had gotten attention like that. Sure, I would get an occasional catcall or have someone ask for my number, but it was always so forced and awkward.

That didn’t happen with Eric. He was always a gentleman, even if my son would get a bit red in the cheeks when he would do it in front of him. I could tell he was upset about it, but I always felt myself start to get a little wet when he would do it, so I wouldn’t stop him. I would sometimes laugh while patting him on the shoulder, letting my fingertips slide along his back as I walked away.

But when I would walk away, I would always picture myself spread out in front of him. His shoulders holding my ankles in place as he fucks me hard. I kept on turning that image over in my head. It was the first thing that I thought of in the morning and the last one I had before bed.

It was amazing to find him on my couch one morning. My son had told me they were going out with old high school friends, and they needed a place to crash. I figured that he would sleep in my son’s bedroom, on the floor, but I was so happy to find him there that morning. I was wearing my nightgown, and I was tiptoeing through the house, not wanting to wake either of them. After I saw him, I went back to my room, and I ran a brush through my brown hair and put some light makeup on.

His cock was already hard. He had that morning wood that felt like steel. I held it in my palm and moved it around, not believing how bad and shameful I felt while also feeling so close to orgasm. I felt like all he had to do was touch me in the right spot, and I would come for him. That was what the last few months had done to me.

That was when it went from my palm to my hand. I started licking it from the base up. I rubbed it against my face. I worshipped it. I placed my tongue on the top of the head and swirled around it while it got more hard inside my mouth. I felt a small blast of his essence flood into my mouth and I felt so turned on that this young cock leaked cum so easily.

By then it was hard, and I was shoving as much of it as I could down my throat, letting as much saliva as I could build up around it, making a mess of Eric’s member while pinching my nipple with my free hand. After thinking about this for so long, I felt like I couldn’t help myself, I could only let myself drift down the river of debauchery, feeling myself let go completely of the role of a loving mother, and let that give way to the slut that had been lying dormant inside of me.

He starts stirring and I hear him begin to moan and holy shit, I feel so fucking turned on by that. Something inside of me awakens and I feel like I want his cum inside my mouth more than anything else in the world. He moves his body a bit more and I then start bobbing on his cock like my life depends on it. I feel so dirty when I feel him begin to sink down my throat, but I also savor every single inch of him that I can get down.

He wakes up then. I can see the confusion in his eyes. He snorts and then begins grunting, his eyes becoming wide as I take him in and freeze when I feel his cock fully encased in my mouth and throat, holding him while lapping my tongue against him.

“What the fuck… What the fuck…”

He says nothing else. He just keeps repeating it. He doesn’t tell me to stop, and he doesn’t push me away. I let him slide out as slow as I possibly can, letting my tongue dart along his skin while I do it. When he is fully out, I place a finger over my mouth, signaling him to keep quiet. He nods, his cock now throbbing in my hand. I jerk it while looking at him, smiling as I keep it close to my face for him to enjoy.

Then I am on top of him. I straddle him and place his hands at my breasts and I begin to bounce up and down. Fuck, he is so fucking hard inside of me. He keeps on rubbing his cock against my cervix and it’s kinda uncomfortable but he also keeps rubbing against my G-Spot as well and the mixture of my pussy being stretched but also being stimulated is fucking intoxicating. I don’t think I could ever describe how good it feels. He likes it too. He’s quiet at first but after a couple of minutes he starts moaning and grunting and it fucking turns me on even more.

“Look how fucking wet you are,” he says.

He’s not wrong. I am sopping wet, Each time I lowered down I made an audible slap of the dewiness that had claimed my loins then. I work his long cock inside so that he doesn’t go all the way, just enough to hit all the right spots. He seemed to get the point and started matching my movements and within a couple of minutes, I was coming.

“Fuck yes, come like that,” he says.

I freeze where I am and just let my lips convulse on him. I can feel myself moving down there while he just let his huge fucking rod stay frozen inside of me. Fuck… He reached up and kissed me while I tried not to scream out at the top of my lungs. He was so fucking good. I kept on whispering in his ear how hard I came. I told him that it was the hardest I have come in years.

He lets out a really low grunt then and starts fucking me from the bottom. I know what he is doing. He wants to fucking come inside me. He wants to fill my insides with a gooey cream pie while I whisper dirty shit in his ear. I tell him to fuck me like the dirty old woman I am. I tell him that his cock is one of the biggest I have ever had and that he made me come easier than anyone ever has. I tell him that he needs to come inside of me and that I want to feel him blast a huge load in there. He does it right then. I feel his cock clench and then I feel the warmth engulf his member and I let out a soft coo in his ear.

We laid there for a bit while I confessed my thoughts to him. He promised not to tell Alex. I tiptoed off after a little bit longer. I remember the last thought before I fell asleep that night was how good it felt to feel Eric still inside of me while I lay there in my bed.

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