My Daughter’s Boyfriend Just Came In My Mouth…Whoops

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The outline of his hard cock is visible through the light gray cotton. He’s barely breathing as he takes a step closer, and his large hands start to reach out towards my full, natural tits.

“It’s ok.” My soft voice encourages him to keep going.

“Please don’t tell Chloe.” He’s not thinking this through. Why in the fuck would I tell my daughter I fucked her boyfriend?

“I won’t if you won’t.” That’s good enough for him. My tits feel small when his hands grab them. Everything about this man is enormous, including his dick, if the bulge is any indication. Most men can’t fit my tits in the palm of their hands, but he has no problem. He’s kneading and squeezing them as though it is the first pair of tits he’s ever touched.

“Jesus, your tits are hot.” His voice is raspy, which sends a shiver running down my spine.

“Thank you, sexy. I bet your cock is, too.”

“Would…” He’s about to ask if I want to see it, then thinks better of it. I get it. I’m his girlfriend’s mom, and she will be home at some point tonight. I’m going to make this really easy for him.

“Yes.” When he starts to roll my nipple in his fingers, mine go off in search of his cock. The soft sweatpants contrast with his hard cock. It’s the best of both worlds, but it’s the growl in his throat when I grip him through the material that floods my little shorts.

I’m sure there is a visible damp spot there now. The juices squish when I rub my thighs together.

“Mmmm. Your cock is so hard.” I squeeze a little tighter as I start to stroke him through his pants. This is just a tease. The real fun is yet to begin.

“Thank you.” It seems as though it takes an act of god for him to get the words out.

“You are so welcome, baby. So welcome, in fact, I need more.” He fills his chest with air when my hand slips below the waistband of his pants.

The heat brewing is impressive, but not as impressive as the throbbing cock that awaits me.

His heart beats through it as I squeeze and stroke. Each time my fingers swirl over his tip, more slippery precum coats my fingers. I love spreading precum over cocks, especially when they leak as much as he is.

“Fuck, baby, your cock is fucking leaking. What are we going to do about that?” My thumb slides over his tip before I use the natural lube to milk his cock in a downward motion. When I come back up, his entire body shakes.

“I-I don’t know.” He plays with my nipples when he remembers he’s holding my tits in his hands. He’s too focused on what’s happening beneath his pants to do much of anything else right now.

“I could suck it, but I don’t want you to cum before you fuck me. If I suck your dick, are you going to cum?”

This is a genuine question. His lack of ability to do anything but feel my hand on his cock has me concerned. But then again, I’m not sure him fucking my warm, wet pussy would be any better.

“I won’t cum, I promise.” I fucking hope not.

“Ok, baby. I hope not.”

My tits bounce freely when I take a step back from him. The moment my knees hit the carpet, his musk infiltrates my senses. It’s deep, rich, and intoxicating. There is something about the way a man smells when he’s sexually aroused. It’s so much different than any other type of scent.

His eyes are on my lips as I pull his cock free from the cotton cage and lean closer. I haven’t come close to tasting him yet, and his cock is already jerking with joy.

“Mmmmm.” The veins that decorate his thick shaft are beautiful. Each rigid line is like a map for my tongue that I plan to explore.

“Here we go, sexy.” I start with his head. My lips cradle him as my fingers continue to stroke. My tongue replaces my fingers as a tool for spreading his slippery honey around before I let my tongue guide me lower on his shaft.

Sucking cock is an art form. It’s a combination of warmth, wetness, pressure, and suction. As I get halfway down, The moan in his throat is absolutely feral. Her body twitches, and he cries out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck!” His cock erupts between my lips. Cum shoots from his slit onto my tongue and down my throat. The power of his orgasm is impressive, but the fact his cock couldn’t handle being sucked by my lips for more than a minute is disappointing, to say the least.

“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry. You just…are so hot.” There is an embarrassment in his voice, which is quite cute. I get it. The thrill of having his dick sucked by his girlfriend’s mom sent him over the edge too fast.

“How long does it take you to rebound?” I’m hoping to god it’s not long.

“Fifteen, maybe thirty minutes?”

“Good, because I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Having cum once, he should be able to last a lot longer. I’m counting on it, actually.

To be continued…