Chapter 8

"Ungh Ungh... Oh jesus, fuck me!" she cried as her hands gripped the chair and I slammed my dick in and out of her tight cunt.

It was three days later and I was in my Math teachers apartment screwing the shit out of her. She was a friend of a friend of my mom's and had set up the whole episode with me fucking my mom wearing a mask so she wouldn't know.

"Oh god... That's it."

"Tell me..."

"Oh god Duncan, you should hear her talk about you. I was hanging out with Patty Johnson... Oh Oh! pinch my nipples baby. We were hanging out with your mom and she admitted that she had seen your dick and that it was a big one. The look in her eye was priceless. We teased her about how she wanted to fuck her son and she turned beet red..."

My cock sawed in and out of her wet snatch, my hands groping her big tits. "How did you get her up there?" I asked, my breath coming out in gasps as I got closer to climaxing.

"We told her about a guy who was servicing the Lonely Wives club and how since it was her birthday we wanted to get her a present. She wouldn't go for it until we told her that he would have a mask on. She finally agreed if she could wear the mask too. Ungh, god damn Duncan, you've gotten much better! and that's saying a lot because you were awesome... Keep fucking me..."

"So she has no idea?"

"You should have heard her. She wants another go! She went off about how you tit fucked her, ate her out, tied her up... which you need to do to me by the way! Oh God Oh GOD! Just thinking about it is gonna make me,... Shit, are you close, please COME WITH ME OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, her hips bucking so fast up and down they were practically a blur.

We talked about how much she got off on everything, being tied up, the masks, the stockings and the lube so much to the point where I banged the shit out of her repeatedly telling her everything we did.

"How did it make you feel?" she asked. I thought for a minute about it, trying to figure out how to lie about it, and just gave up.

"It was awesome at first, but even better when I knew. When we woke up the next morning, I saw the hickey and teased her asking her if she had a good night. She tried to deny it, but I saw the grin on her face before she turned away."

"So what are you going to do?" she said with a grin, pulling the mask off her face.

"Dunno, gonna see how it goes. She's got a date tonight, so she'll be home late."

I went home shortly after, ate some dinner, and crashed. I woke during the night to the sound of the door opening and voices from downstairs. I started falling back to sleep when I heard her familiar moaning punctuated by a wail of "Wait for me!"

I got out of bed and softly padded down the hall to the end so I could see down into the living room. My mother was working her clit furiously, some dude already lighting a cigarette and pulling up his pants. "I can't fucking believe you didn't wait for me and now you're just going to leave" she complained in a slightly drunken slur.

"Sorry, gotta go" he said lamely, walking out the door.

"My real man wouldn't have left me like this" she whined, working her pussy with her fingers. I waited for her to climax, but it never happened. She gave up finally, getting up and going to the liquor cabinet. I watched her pour a drink, taking a sip as she slipped her top off all the way. Her bra was already unfastened so she slid it from her shoulders, showing off her full chest. She stripped completely except for the garter and stockings and heels and sprawled in her chair, her legs draped over each arm.

She slowly moved her hands around her breasts, whispering something. As one hand moved to her lap and the other alternated pinching her nipples, I made out what she was whispering. It was my name.

"Oh Duncan, I love the way your tongue and lips played across my pussy. Mmmm, do it again baby... yeah."

Her head hung back over one side of the chair as she gathered steam, finally going rigid with her orgasm. I waited until she was well within the throes of it before I stood up, went to the stairs and went down them. I walked slowly down, my pajama bottoms tenting out from the hardon I was sporting.

She was breathing hard, her eyes unfocused from the effects of the drinks she had while she was out, the drink she had had while she was home, and the mind blowing orgasm she had thinking about me. I waited for her breathing to slow, and her eyes to open.

She finally opened them and focused for a moment before realizing I was standing there. She pulled her legs down and tried to cover herself up but found her hands didn't cover all that much. "Jesus Duncan, I'm naked. A little privacy" she slurred, drawing her legs up so that her stockinged legs covered her breasts, her heels hanging off the end of the chair.