Drunk Mom

"Oh fuck," I grunted quietly as my own cock suddenly surged and spewed a streamer of cum towards the crack in the doorway. Over and over my body jerked, watching her rapidly frigging her fingers across herself, making her squirt that streamer of liquid three more times before she lay there, looking like she'd exhausted herself.

I slipped out of my shorts and wiped the cum I could from her door, realizing that some of it had shot through the gap, but also knowing there wasn't anything I could do about that. I crept back to my room and laid down, panting and replaying the view in my mind.

---o---

It was just after lunch when I decided to do my dreaded Saturday chore. I hated mowing and weed-eating the yard, but it had to be done and this had been my chore since I was old enough to safely run the mower. I dug the mower out and noticed that mom was over talking to Mrs. Anderson. When I started the mower, both of them looked over towards me. I pushed the mower to the side of the house and started to run it up and down the side and the front of the house, quickly knocking out the front and side yard, leaving the much bigger backyard to go. By the time I got started on the back, I couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Anderson was laying out on a reclining lawn chair in a tiny white bikini not fifty feet from where I was working. Each time I walked the square around the yard, I was treated to several long seconds of being able to look at her without looking like I was. She was younger than mom by at least ten years and had a pretty damn hot looking body. Her boobs weren't nearly as big as mom's, but then not many women's were.

I was about halfway done when I noticed she'd untied the strings of her top, leaving the white triangles laying on her chest with the strings all pulled into a little pile on the triangles, presumably so she didn't get tan lines. Half a dozen circuits around the yard and I noticed that she was spreading more lotion on her chest. She picked up one triangle and used her hand to spread lotion over her whole breast, including her now exposed areola and nipple. I tried not to look like I was looking but I couldn't help but stop to wipe sweat from my face and watch as she lifted the second triangle and spread lotion on that breast and nipple, making my shorts tent out as I grew harder by the second. As she settled the second triangle back in place to cover her nipple, I turned the mower to start the next circuit. As I walked around the yard and the square that kept growing smaller, I kept looking back over at her. She had to know I was watching, but that didn't stop her from spreading her knees and pushing her hand down into the tiny white bikini bottom. I could see her fingers moving under the material, most definitely playing with her pussy, right there in the backyard in front of me. I couldn't help but stand there and stare, thinking about what she'd look like naked, thinking about what would happen if I walked over there and took that bikini top right off her chest.

I was still standing there staring, the mower having shut off when I let go of the handle, as she arched her back, her top slipping all the way off and landing in the grass beside her. She seemed not to care as she groaned and then moved her other hand to her chest, grabbing and squeezing one of her breasts. "FUCK!" I heard her gasp as she went rigid, her body trembling slightly for long seconds before she slowly relaxed back onto the chair.

She sat up, looking right at me, and then bent over to pick up her top, her tits hanging down below her chest, wiggling side to side as she rolled off the chair. She straightened up, and covered her bare breasts with one arm, walking towards me with the white bikini top in her hand. I stood there, staring at her until she was less than a foot from me.

"Eddie. Would you mind helping me? It seems my top came off."

"Uh. Um. Sure," I answered awkwardly as she held it up between us. I took the top, expecting her to turn around so I could tie the strings behind her, but instead she just dropped her arm, letting me see her now naked tits completely only inches from me.

"I was talking to your mom earlier," she said softly as I stood trying to untangle the bikini top strings.

"Yeah?" I asked as I finally sorted it out and placed the triangles on her tits, reaching behind her neck to tie the first bow.

"Uh huh. She was saying that she had a bit too much to drink last night and you helped her out?" she asked as her fingers teased across my bare stomach, teasing into the elastic waistband of my athletic shorts.

"Um. Yeah. She needed a little help last night," I said, having trouble catching my breath for some reason.

"That was nice of you. She wished she could think of some way to thank you for being so sweet," she said as she pushed the front of my shorts down hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pushing them down until she had them hooked under my balls, my rock-hard cock sticking out at her. She wrapped both hands around it and slowly stroked it while I did my best to tie the string around her back.

"There," I gulped.

"Uh uh. I'm not all covered yet. Don't you want to fix it all the way? Just slide your hand into the material and cup my breast and then help it settle in place."

"Uh. S.s.s.sure," I stammered nervously as she slowly stroked both hands along the length of my cock, one hand sliding all the way over my engorged mushroom head. I slipped one hand between her bare breast and the bikini top, cupping her breast and gently squeezing the soft mound before gently sliding my hand out while teasing the material in place with my other hand. I switched hands and did it again with her other breast, feeling her hard nipple press against my palm as I squeezed it.

"Mmmmmm, I like having my tits played with. I hope it didn't bother you when it fell off, but I just wasn't in a position to put it back on just then."

"Uh. No. I...I guess not."

"Were you watching me? Watching me slide a finger in and out of my pussy?" she whispered, stepping closer now, her hand barely having room to slide up and down my dick. "Wanna know what I was thinking about?"

"Uhhhhh. Um. Sure."

"I was thinking about you walking over there and taking my bikini all the way off, leaving me completely naked, and then sticking this big, fat hard dick into my pussy. Would you like to do that? Would you like to stick this dick into my pussy some time?"

"Uhhhh. Um. Yeah. I would," I said, barely able to catch my breath.

"It's kind of hot out here, isn't it? Would you like to help me cool off?"

"Uh, sure," I answered.

She grinned and pulled away, still holding my dick with one hand, pulling me along with her like it was a handle. She led me back to her backyard, and then along the back of the house. She stopped at some bushes and then let go of my dick. "Don't go away."

"Uh. No," I said nervously as she stepped between the tall bushes and the back of the house. She bent over, pushing her butt out at me as she bent to turn the water for the hose on. She bent a little further and then straightened up, holding the hose nozzle. She sprayed some water from the hose until the hot water trapped in the hose was all gone and it was spraying cool water.

She turned to me with the hose spraying a fine mist and then handed me the hose. "You know. No one can see us here," she said in a whisper, "if you wanted to do something."

"Something?"

"Let's start by getting me wet. I'm really warm."

"Sure," I answered, moving the hose to gently move the fine spray around her body. I couldn't help but notice that as the bikini absorbed the water it became less and less opaque, until it was nearly see- through, both top and bottom. While I was doing that, she'd moved her hands back to my dick and was stroking it slowly.

"Are you ready to make love to a woman?" she whispered.

"I've messed around some with a few girls."

"I'm not talking messed around with, I'm talking pushing this into a real woman. Feel your cum pumping into a real pussy."

"Uh. Um. I guess so," I admitted with a little embarrassment.

"Ohhhhh. You guess so, or you are? Would you like to feel what it's like to be inside a hot wet pussy? Feel what it's like to stroke your big hard dick in and out of a pussy?"

"Actually, I would."

"Would you like to make me your first? To come inside me? I know you've been watching me for a long time. I know that sometimes you go to your room and jack off looking down at me. Probably thinking about walking out into the yard and pulling my swimsuit off and fucking me. That's about right, isn't it?"

"Sometimes," I admitted.

She took her hands from my dick and pushed the bikini bottom down, exposing the neatly trimmed triangle of nearly black curls on her mound and her otherwise bare pussy lips. She turned around, facing away from me and bent over, pushing her ass at me. She pushed the bikini bottom down further and then stayed bent over before me. "Now's your chance. Just push it right into me," she coaxed, holding her own knees and looking back at me. "It's alright. I know you want to. You've fantasized about it. Now's your chance."

"You sure?" I asked even as I moved to press my head against her lips.

"I am. Fill me up. Just push it in and let me feel how big and fat you are." I leaned forward, grabbing my dick and aiming it at her pussy like I'd seen in so many porn videos. I pressed myself harder to her, feeling pressure build on my head and then, suddenly slip inside her. "Ohhhh yeah. That's it," she moaned as I pushed slowly into her. "That's it Eddie. Fuck me. Let me feel that cock spurting your cum into me."

I started to stroke in and out of my first pussy, feeling the soft wetness and at the same time, the absolutely perfect amount of pressure all around my shaft and head. In and out I stroked, feeling my body respond. I could feel my climax approaching all too quickly as I held her ass cheeks and pumped in and out of her. I could hear her soft grunts and moans as I pounded into her, my cock seeming to swell even bigger inside her.

"OH DAMN!" I gasped as my body suddenly jerked, jamming my cock deep into her. I felt a surge of cum lance deep into her as I stood behind her. Over and over my body jerked, pumping more cum into her with each spasm. I stood there, panting as my cock started to soften, still occasionally twitching.

She pulled off me and turned around,squating in front of me, looking up at me with a grin. "That felt like it was good," she said softly as she reached down to her pussy, exposed between her widely spread knees. She teased her finger around her wet lips and I could see creamy whiteness ooze from her and drip to the grass. She grinned at me and then leaned towards me and grabbing my dick. She aimed it at her mouth and sucked my no longer softening dick into her mouth.

"OH damn," I groaned as she sucked and licked my only partly hard cock, sucking the remaining ooze of cum almost eagerly from me.

After a few short minutes she let go of my dick and stood up, her panties still around her ankles. She bent over for the hose and sprayed water on her pussy, rubbing the leaking cum from her lips. "So, now you know what it's like to have a real pussy. Was it worth it?"

"Oh God yes," I answered as she stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Now, kiss me," she whispered. I did, tasting my cum in her mouth as she teased my tongue with hers. We stood there, my cock nearly rock hard already as she pressed her mostly naked body against mine. "Mmmmmm, I always love getting kissed after getting fucked. Maybe next time you won't be in quite as much of a hurry and you can make me come with your dick."

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Oh, don't be. I made myself come first because I knew you'd come fast. First time is always the hardest. I remember my husband and I doing it the first time in the back seat of the car. He got so turned on he creamed all over my pussy and my dress," she said with a quick giggle. "But let's not tell him about this, okay? Keep it just between us?"

"Sure."

"Good. Maybe it'll happen again some time," she whispered. "Now, you better go finish mowing before your mom wonders what happened to you."

"Yeah. I should," I agreed reluctantly as she squatted once again and pulled my shorts and boxers back up over my dick, leaving it bulging the front of my shorts out significantly.

She gave me a slap on the rear as I walked away and when I looked back, she was walking into the back garage door, her bikini bottoms no longer on at all.

I went back to mowing and stopped after several more squares. "What the hell did she say?" I asked myself. It only took a few moments of replaying what we did and what she said. She knew I was a virgin. She knew I hadn't ever fucked a real woman, and only one person besides me could possibly know. MOM! But if mom told her, that meant that mom remembered a whole lot more about the night before than she had admitted to. I looked at the house and wondered just how much she did remember, and how much she intended to happen last night. I took a deep breath and pulled the starter cord on the mower again and went back to work, wondering just how things were going to change.

---o---

The week seemed to drag on slowly. Mom acted as if nothing had changed, though I couldn't seem to keep my mind off what her naked body looked like. While I had nothing to do but jack off, Mrs. Anderson and mom both had to work so I didn't see them during the day all week. Mom was busy almost every night until close to bedtime, when she'd drop down onto the sofa next to me exhausted. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing baggy shorts that nearly fell off her butt when she walked, making her have to keep pulling them up, and baggy shirts that seemed to show off her tits more than hide them. I also couldn't help but notice that she wore nothing under them, the baggy arm holes of the shirts and leg holes of the shorts giving me tantalizing glimpses of her special parts.

I'd kind of also hoped to see Mrs. Anderson after our little tryst behind the bushes. But I suppose that wasn't realistic given her frequently traveling husband was home most of the week. I thought maybe she'd be out sunning this weekend. If she was, I had every intention of walking over there and taking that bikini completely off her, middle of the yard or not, and seeing her completely naked.

It was Friday evening, and I was sitting as usual, watching TV in the family room when the doorbell rang. I heard mom call down the stairs for me to please get it, so I got up and headed to the front door. When I opened it, I was surprised to say the least. Mrs. Anderson was standing on the other side. She had on a dress that came down to the middle of her thighs, well, almost that far, and had a big looping floppy front that hung down her front, only a single strip of the beige material looping up around her neck. I had no doubt that if she bent over the front of the dress would hang down enough to allow me to see all the way down her front. She stepped into the house and pushed the door closed behind her, holding her finger to her lips for me to be quiet.

With her other hand she gently pushed me back until I was pressed against the wall. She kept stepping towards me until her body pressed to mine, her crotch pressing against mine and her tits to my chest. "There you are," she whispered. "I've been wanting to feel this cock all week."

"You have?" I asked quietly.

"I have. We don't have a lot of time, but I wouldn't mind if you played with me a little. I mean this dress does give you quite a bit of access," she whispered as she moved her hands to the front of my jeans and started to unbutton and unzip them. "Play with my titties," she hissed softly. I slipped my hands into the sides of the dress, easily sliding them around front and up to cup both her soft tits. "Mmmmmmm. That's it," she cooed softly. "You're making me wish I wasn't wearing any panties."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh," she whispered as she pushed the front of my jeans down along with my boxers to free my hardening cock. "Cuz then I could just put this right into my hot little cunt and fuck you silly."

"Oh damn," I groaned as she pushed my cock downward as she hiked her skirt front up. She pushed her pelvis towards me again, sliding my dick between her thighs. She moved her hands to hike the dress higher, and then pulled her panties down to her thighs, letting my dick press to her wet pussy lips.

"Oh God, I wanna fuck you so bad," she whispered as she reached down and used one hand to hold my dick while she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against me, making sure that her clit rubbed on my now engorged head. "Ohhhhh yeah. I wanna come on you. I wanna feel my pussy coming around your hard cock," she moaned softly, arching her back a little and pushing my head deeper into her pussy. I felt my head slide into the entrance to her vaginal depths, and then felt her freeze, holding herself just so, so that my dick slowly slid into her pussy. I squeezed her tits at the change in sensations, groaning softly as her pussy slowly enveloped me. "Ohhhhhhh God," she moaned softly.

"JOANN!" I heard my mom say loudly from the staircase.

"Uh huh," Mrs. Anderson answered.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting warmed up," she answered, starting to rock her hips to slide herself on and off my cock.

"On my son?"

"Why not? He has a nice cock, and it feels soooo damn good in me," she moaned softly, rocking a little faster with each passing moment.

"But Jo. It's my son!"

"Don't tell me you didn't want it when he was laying on you the other day. You know you wanted it. You know you wanted him to push it into you," she groaned as she rocked faster, my cock sliding in and out of her with a loud squishing. "Oh God. Gonna come," she moaned moments before her body started to spasm and jerk slightly. "Ohhhhhh God yes," she moaned as she climaxed on me. I could feel her pussy clenching and squeezing me as she came, her juices running down my dick and dripping off my balls.

I looked over at mom to see her blushing and holding one hand to her crotch through the shirt looking dress she had on, the upper part denim and below her tits, white cotton. It looked like a cross between two shirts sewn together just under her boobs, but a shirt, not a dress. The sides of the dress were so short I doubted that she could have been wearing anything under it or it would have shown. I was still looking at her when Mrs. Anderson went back to stroking herself on me, driving her pussy down onto my shaft with abandon

"Come for me sweetie. Fill my cunt with your cum!" she moaned as she pumped herself on and off my cock.

It didn't take much longer. Only a minute or so and I was pumping cum into her pussy, my body spasming and jerking as she pressed herself against me and against the wall. The only thing was, I was still staring at mom, looking at that dress and imagining me taking it off her and fucking her. I shook my head and looked back at Mrs. Anderson, who was staring at me with a crooked little smile. She pulled my hands from her dress and slid them down to her bare ass and then pressed herself against me. I could feel my softening cock slip from her pussy as she pressed her chest to mine and leaned her face to mine. She kissed me softly on the cheek and then whispered that she knew what I wanted to do.

She pulled back and reached down to pull her panties back up, trapping my cum that was leaking from her pussy. She grinned at me and then turned to mom. "Our ride is here, so we better go."

"Um... yeah," Mom said, staring at my dripping cock while Mrs. Anderson pulled her gently by the arm towards the door.

"Unless you wanna just stay here and suck his cock," Mrs. Anderson suggested, pausing at the door, my mom still staring at my cock.