Never My Mother
Copyright© 2022 by DDMarshall
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Doug came home to find his mother crying and his father moving out. Doug immediately knew why his work-obsessed father, that seemed always to need to “work” late or go to the office on the weekend, was moving out or did he?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Fiction Cheating Incest Masturbation Oral Sex
Doug’s remarks hurt me even though I knew they were from his frustration with me. I shut my bedroom door and locked it. How could I face my son after what I did? Teasing him like that and taking his cock in my mouth after displaying myself like a whore and begging him to fuck me. Maybe that’s what I am, a damn whore. Maybe I should have charged that kid tonight, “Hey kid, 50 cents and I’ll blow you. Give me a dollar, and I’ll fuck you too.”
I started to feel better as I lay on the bed and thought about the boy I picked up. God, he was cute. Light sandy hair and green eyes. He had just turned fifteen and never went all the way with a girl. It didn’t take much to entice him to get in my car with me. A couple of looks up my skirt as I smiled at him and let him know he should come over and sit with me. He tried to act like what he probably thought was cool, but I knew he was nervous.
I hadn’t booked a motel, so I drove to a secluded spot, and we got in the back seat. As we kissed, I pawed at his pants to get them open. I had left my bra on the couch when I fled the house. I’m sure he could feel my hard nipples right through my thin blouse.
“Wow, lady, no panties and no bra. Oh yeah, lady, take it out.”
“Stop talking and kiss me.” He kissed me, and a hand went up my skirt. He felt my pussy, and I knew I was wet. I had his pants undone and pulled his cock out. He was not a tall boy and was small for his age. And so was his cock. It could not have been more than four and a half inches long. It made him seem younger than he was. I pushed up his T-shirt and licked his nipples as I held his cock. I didn’t want him to cum unless it was in my mouth or my cunt. Maybe I should have let him fuck my ass. It would have served me right after what I did to Doug.
I closed my eyes and put my hand between my legs as I concentrated on the boy. I tried to remember his name ... Barry. Yes, that was it. He even smelled good. I let him feel me up as I kissed him. It wasn’t long before I had kissed my way down to his belly button. All I had to do was turn my head and stick out my tongue to lick his cock. I always liked to look up to see the look on their face when I did that, especially the young and inexperienced ones like Barry. It was as if they didn’t expect anyone would ever do that to them, but they certainly weren’t going to stop me.
I fingered my clit as I thought of the moment when Barry’s cum poured into my mouth. The sounds of pleasure he made. I remember sitting up and licking the last of his cum from my lips. I took his hand and put it between my legs. I told him to put two fingers in me. I kissed him as he finger fucked me. I eased his head down to my breasts to let him suck. I played with his cock, waiting for it to recover. It wasn’t long before I lay down with my shoulders against the car door, one leg pulled up and against the back of the seat, with one foot on the floor as I invited him to mount me.
I know I sighed as his cock entered me. I remember tingling all over as my eyes cast about, looking for a sign that we might get caught. I felt the thrill of danger that would push me closer to an orgasm.
I whispered his name as I fingered my clit to recreate that moment of orgasmic pleasure I felt. “Yes, Doug, fuck me. Oh god, that’s so good.” My body relaxed. I rolled onto my side with my hand between my legs and fell asleep.
Doug hardly spoke to me for the rest of the week, and it upset me. It upset me so much that I went out to get away from him. All I could think about for the past three days were erotic thoughts of boys with their pants down. For the past three days, I had been masturbating every day as I recreated in my mind some of the more stimulating encounters I have had.
I smiled as I slipped on the thong that I had bought. I would not have dared to have something like this in the house when my husband lived here. I never wore pantyhose when on the prowl for boys. The unaccustomed naked feel of my ass while still wearing a garment that covered my pussy was exciting. Maybe I could flash my ass to attract their attention. I laughed at the thought. I wore a loose white peasant blouse and a navy blue skirt that came three inches above my knees.
It was a warm summer afternoon, and I knew a lot of boys would be out in the park in Middleton, a couple of towns over from where we lived. Now that everything was out in the open, I stopped in the den and told Doug I was going out. He just nodded as he waved and went back to watching his program on TV.
I drove to the park and walked the designated path until I spotted a few boys playing soccer. I checked them out, but they all seemed like they were friends. I walked on. I needed to find a loner that I could flash and entice into a conversation.
I found a possible candidate by the tennis courts, bouncing a tennis ball off the practice wall with his racket. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen and had blonde hair. He was really cute in his white shorts and tennis sneakers. The fact that he didn’t have a shirt on and was sweating further excited me.
I sat on a bench at the side of the courts, where he could easily see me, and sat very casually, letting him know I was watching him. He would bounce the ball off the wall several times and then look at me. Each time he looked, my legs opened a bit more.
He finally got up the nerve to come over and talk to me. “Hey lady, do you play tennis?”
“Sometimes, but I like watching boys play the game more.”
I leaned over and let him see down my blouse. He licked his lips and shuffled his feet, trying to get a better look without being too obvious about it. I rested my elbow on my knees and let him look as much as he wanted.
“Why do you like to watch?” He asked as I leaned over a little further.
“I like to watch them work up a sweat.” I ran my finger over his pecs and flicked off some of his sweat. I looked around as if I was afraid someone might have seen me touch him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so familiar. I’m not embarrassing you, am I?”
“No, it’s okay. It’s no big deal.”
He kept glancing down my blouse. I looked down and exclaimed, “Oh my, now I’m embarrassing myself. I should not have worn this loose blouse.” I gave the boy my best smile. “But honestly, I don’t mind when a good-looking boy like you looks down my blouse.”
“You really don’t care if I see?”
‘No more than I cared that you were looking up my skirt. Do you know why?”
“No.”
“Because I wanted you to look. If you would like to go for a ride, we could go someplace where you can do more than look.”
He hesitated and looked around as he thought, Why is this older woman coming on to me, “Are you alone?” he asked.
Yes, I’m alone. I just want to have some fun. I have a motel room we can go to. It’s not that far. I’ll bring you back whenever you tell me to.
“You’re really alone?”
“Don’t worry. I will not hurt you or take you away to some bad place. As I said, I like young guys, and good-looking guys like you don’t ask me to go with them, so I have to ask. I will understand if you don’t want to go, and it’s okay if you don’t. I won’t be mad.” I stood up and straightened my blouse, giving him the idea that I was leaving.
“No, don’t leave. I’ll go with you.”
I smiled. “It’s not far. If you change your mind, you can always run away.”
The motel was two blocks from the park. I already had a room reserved and the key. I sat on the bed as he stood not an arm’s length away from me. I took off my blouse and unhooked my bra. “See, this is nice and private, and we can do anything you want.” I took off my bra and bared my breast to him and smiled. “Come on over here. I think you know what I want to do.”
“You want to do it with me.”
“That’s right. I like you and want to be with you. Come on, let’s get undressed and get in bed. I can be lots of fun.”
He started taking his shorts off. “Are we going to do it? You know, like all the way?”
“Yes, and some other fun things too.” This kid was just too cute. I licked my lips as I watched him slip his pants down and step out of them. He was smiling and was very anxious to get started now that he could see my tits. “Come give me a kiss.” As soon as he leaned in to kiss me, I ran my fingers over his cock. “Mmmm, nice. You are a big boy, aren’t you?” I didn’t care about the size. He was no more than average, but it was always best to stroke their ego. I didn’t care if the boy had a four or six-inch cock. That wasn’t what I was here for. However, there had been a couple of boys who were quite large for their age. It was the seduction and the thrill of flaunting all moral codes. I was, by all legal standards, molesting a child. A child old enough for sex and all too soon, old enough to go to war. Why not have sex with me? I was more than willing. Wasn’t it better that he had sex with me than some naive fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl? My excuses for my addiction were endless.
His hands were playing with my breasts as we kissed. He had a musky smell from sweating when he was playing tennis. I liked it. It made me want to suck his cock and taste the salty sweat as I pleasured him. I pushed him back from kissing me. With my hands on his hips, I leaned forward to kiss his cock and lick it. Yes, it tasted salty.
When I took it in my mouth, I heard him groan. I pulled him forward until his cock hit the back of my throat. I moved my head back and forth. Letting him watch his cock disappear into and reappear from my mouth as my lips were tightly wrapped around it. I moved back and held just the glans in my mouth. I sucked and licked it for a minute, then looked up at him and asked, “Did you like that?”
“Yeah, I liked that a lot.”
“Good, because I like doing it for you.” I stood up and pulled back the covers on the bed. I started to remove the rest of my clothes. He watched with the intensity and wonder I loved in young boys as I took off my skirt and stood there smiling at him in just my thong. I turned around and posed so he could see my ass. I looked over my shoulder. “So, do you think we can have fun together?”
“Yes, I really think we can.” Any uneasiness about coming with me was indeed gone. He knew he was going to get what I promised and maybe more.
“Come over here and help me take my panties off.” He slid the thong down. I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped out of it. He looked disappointed when I took it from him and tossed it on the end of the bed. I stood naked in front of him, savoring the look on his face as he stared at my pussy. I spread my leg a bit and put my hand between my legs to run my fingers over my pussy. His hand reached out to touch me. When his hands felt my breasts, I reached down and pulled down the bed covers.
I lay on the bed, pulled up my knees, and spread my legs. “Come on. You can look all you want. Do you want to feel it? I like being touched down there.”
I watched him crawl up onto the bed. I looked at his cock, and immediately I started to cry. What was I doing? Why am I ruining my life for a cheap thrill with a kid who will have no respect for me and is just using me as I’m using him?
“What’s wrong, lady.”