The Arrangement
Copyright© 2020 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Two friends, a white Jew and a Black Christian, have forged a friendship despite racial attacks growing up. At 16, with both fathers away for long periods of time, a life-changing event happens that sends all on a sexual journey of illicit activities as one finds out about his best friend and best friend's Mom. Can they maintain their friendship while getting closer than either thought? By the author of The Awakening, Getting Caught, Changing Dynamics, Blackmailed Mom, My Desires and others.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Humiliation Rough Group Sex Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
I feel her hands adjust a little, which sends signals of pure desire through my body. “What?”
There’s a sense of urgency in her voice. “Whatever happens stays in this house. You’re under age and I don’t want to go to jail. Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
I nod as her fingers start to loosen the top of his jeans. “I won’t say anything.”
The sound of my zipper opening breaks through the sound of my pounding heart. “Promise me, Aaron.”
I nod as her fingers pressed between the top of my underwear and flesh, which sends my brain into overdrive due to the sensation of her fingers on my flesh. “I promise, Mrs. Prince.”
She scowls at how I ended the promise. “Call me mom.” Her fingers pull back as she continues, “I don’t ever want to hear you call me anything else.”
All of my fantasies have had me calling her Chantise or Mrs. Prince, never mom. It’s weird to think of her that way, but I know that’s what she wants to hear. The only thing I care about is feeling her fingers on my flesh and seeing just how far this is going to go.
My voice doesn’t hide my need to feel her touch me again. “I won’t call you anything else, mom. Don’t stop, mom.”
Something pleasant crosses her face as she hears me call her mom. Her fingers press against my flesh again and slowly starts to lower herself as our eyes stay locked. My hard dick finds freedom and presses out to find some much needed relief. Mom’s mocha hands reach out for my pale shaft and I love the way it looks with her breath, adding to the pleasant sensation she sends through my body.
Her hands slowly stroke my shaft in a way no other girl has done before and I sigh from the pleasure as my ass presses against the cold wall. Mom’s tongue presses out from between her lips and starts to lick the head with a wonderful sense of experience. She takes my precum onto her tongue as her hands force more out and smiles over the taste.
Her lips part and I feel her tongue press against the base of my head as her hands guide me inside. The look of her lips pressed against my shaft is even better than her hands and I wish her fingers weren’t blocking some of the view. Everything about this feels amazing as I sigh softly and try to watch as best I can, but can’t keep my eyes open. My head tilts back and hits the wall with a soft thud, but I only feel what she’s doing to me as my hands pressed against her straightened hair and let out another sigh of a pleasure I’ve never known before.
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