Their Separate Paths: Chapter 1
Cooling down the steam in my head, I smile to myself as I recall the events that led me to this moment. We just played an online game to get to know each other better, maybe even share some fetishes with others with similar interests. The game was like Twenty Questions, but with a twist - we could ask five personal questions at a time, no topic was off-limits, and everyone had to speak the truth.
Amazingly, here we are, the three of us in your kitchen, eating before heading into the day. We've been discussing weekend plans over this sumptuous breakfast you're fixing.
Today is a significant day for us. After meeting your son for the first time last night, it's time to meet your many relatives. A pool party, you said as we spooned in bed early this morning, catching our breath from the pre-sleep love game. I'm cleaning your body with a towel, carefully removing my cum from your chest, lips, nose, and cheeks. Your flesh is covered in my release, and I'm wiping you down tenderly, taking care of my naughty woman.
"A pool party," I casually mention, feeling thrilled. "I'm really looking forward to it. Meeting them," I emphasis, showing a playful smirk that's undetectable to your son but catches your smoldering gaze. I'm thrilled to test your devotion and submission to me.
As I walk past you to my seat, I hesitate behind you and run my fingertips gently across your shoulders. Your body blushes in response. I realize I'm just in loose-fitting athletic shorts, hanging around my waist, and a loose T-shirt, no underwear as we're simply relaxing at home. You can see the outline of my hardening cock through my shorts, showing its presence and response to caressing your delightful physique.
You woke up earlier than me, getting your son going with his day. Mostly uncovered, you only wear a bra and little else. Your son, used to your scanty garments, sits across the table, playing with his Switch. He's absorbed in his new game, determined to beat the one level that's troubling him for weeks.
"Any plans for today?" I inquire, peering over your shoulder as you check out bathing suits for the party at your mom's house this afternoon. I trace my fingers along your shoulder, the exposed parts of your breasts, and feel the goosebumps under my fingertips. "Ooooh, I love that one," I declare, noticing the suit's sexy cut, knowing it will expose your perfect tits, your luscious ass, and your tight, wet, little pussy to my gaze (not to mention, my mouth).
Your breathing speed increases as I cup your breasts beneath your bra cups and pinch your nipples lightly. You moan slightly, your excitement ramping up. "He can't see or hear us," I assure you, as I drop out of view. Your son remains glued to his game. He pays no attention to the changes. But I can feel your anxiety, afraid yet excited beyond belief.
Under the table, while you're chatting with your son about his game, I graze your calves with my fingers, and you start inhaling deeply. "Is he...?" you gasp. Your mind wonders if I'm really doing this in front of your son. You instinctively place your legs against my face, widening your hips for easy access. It's clear that you need this just as badly as I do, and you open your legs, inviting me in. Catching your eye, I murmur quietly, loud enough only for you to understand, "Simply tell me what you want."
Your gaze burns with passion as your hand effortlessly guides your fork away, hovering near my face. You gently caress my cheek, placing your hand on the back of my head and guiding me towards your wetness. Your eyes remain locked on him, silently praying that he doesn't catch on. Where has he gone?
As my lips draw near your pussy, you steadily push me into it with your guiding hand. Anticipation courses through me as I begin to lick from the bottom to the top. Your breath hitches as my tongue delicately circles your clitoris. A hushed sigh escapes you, prompting him to take a brief break from his game.
"Mom, are you alright?" he inquires, eyes unblinking from the screen.
"Yes, sweetie. I just saw something odd on my phone," you feign, your phone still resting on the table.
"Adults can be so strange," he comments, returning to his game. If only he could see, as my tongue earnestly dives into your pussy, undulating inside and around your clit with expert precision.
As I work to spread your juices around your lips and chafe your clit, my mind races with the bizarre thought that you may be seconds away from collapsing in pleasure. I focus on your satisfaction while you answer his occasional questions, your voice unwavering - with the exception of a few accidental moans.
Your body is starting to give you away. If he so much as glances up, he may witness something truly unusual: a woman on the brink of climax, teetering between ecstasy and mortification. Your flushed cheeks, heaving chest, and hardened nipples betrayed by your tight tops are a dead giveaway. You sway your hips left and right, encouraging my tongue to coil around your clit and pour your affection directly onto it.
You're an intense mix of fear and desire. You're hesitant to end the secret, desperate to continue, and dreading the repercussions. You can barely maintain normal in your tone as you increase the pace of my licking, which matches your own. Overwhelmed yet unable to halt the process, you're desperate for an orgasm - ideally, without being caught.
Wiggling your hips slightly, you crush my face against your soaking wet pussy. My fingers part you fully, both in and out, my tongue working furiously. Detecting the swift approach of your climax, I lick your clitoris in anticipation. My tongue flicks at your clit while my fingers intrude further, teasing your asshole and heightening your orgasmic pleasure.
You're losing control, but it's not something you can easily resist. Rearranging your posture, you demonstrate how desperately you need to ejaculate. Writhing in your chair, you clutch my hair and pull me deeper into your embrace as you utter, "I can't hold out any longer. I'm cumming." I rejoice in your words at the same time I'm somewhat baffled: my tongue stands witness to your bursting orgasm.
You shudder as the climax overcomes you, each wave lasting much longer than normal. Your legs shake slightly, your abs tense and your genitals moisten as you struggle to hold back. When it's all over, you absently cradle my head and whisper, "Fuck, I love the way you make me feel."
Soaking your seat, your eyelids flutter shut as the last waves of pleasure subside. If your son glanced up from his game, he'd see a woman in severe climax, but only moments ago you were comfortably chatting. Perhaps it's for the best that he's oblivious, that his perception of you has never been so distant from reality. Silently, you thank me as you wipe away tearful laughter, "I guess that's why they say dinner is the best time of day."
Although in a heightened state, you attempt to bring the conversation back to his disregard for you when he's using his tablet. You strive to distract him from the sensation of post-orgasmic bliss you're experiencing while softly licking and sucking on his genitals, attempting to bring him back to reality.
With regained control, you slide the chair back and inquire about helping you look for me. You catch his gaze and gaze into his eyes while licking your lips and fingertips. You blow him a kiss, subsequently showing him what you desire for him to do to you by placing two fingers in your mouth. Eliciting an erection as the two of you stand and exit the kitchen, you take the opportunity to secure a private space and prepare for him to arrive.
You enter your room to change into a bathing suit and collar shirt for the party. You turn a corner just as he approaches, pulling his pants up and securing his zipper. Sensing his eyes on your erect genitals, you maintain direct eye contact and respond, "Almost ready to go."
As you return to your bedroom and lock the door, you examine your reflection. The hypnotic thought of his body fills your mind, causing arousal.
Addressing him, "Ready to go?"
With instant understanding, he replies, "Yes," displaying his ebullient grin. He heads to the living room, starting the cartoon for his purposeful distraction. You anticipate the opportunity to pleasure myself further, deciding to join him for a different experience.
You pose at the kitchen door for a moment, listening to his laughter and delight before exiting to your room, closing the door behind you. Giving yourself a moment of respite, your eyes effortlessly move to your body, mesmerized by its beauty.
Returning to your state of arousal, your focus becomes the presence of his desire. Your body reacts, swelling rapidly. You murmur, "I want to please you," and wrap your arms around your waist.
Leisurely, reaching for you, you encourage you onto the bed. Encouraging you to relax, you slowly caress your lower abdomen, gently massaging the tops of your thighs. Teasing you, you feel your hips arch while your breathing becomes more labored. "Indulge in relaxation," you say calmly.
Fondling your genitals, you steady your rhythm and relish the sight of your arousal. "Perfect," you say with a smile as your right hand grips your shaft. Your left hand shifts between gentle stimulation of your balls and holding your shaft.
Increasing my pace, you accept the need to bring you to a climax. Your hips push at my touch and I continue to build momentum as my strokes become longer and more demanding. My hands are soon moving in tandem, creating a dizzying sensation. Your body tenses, increasing the effectiveness of my technique.
Your face is a mixture of ecstasy and hesitation, but I refuse to let this delay our satisfaction. You look breathless and nature provides the perfect scenery. I plunge my mouth onto your cock with eagerness, devouring every inch. With each movement, you seem to tighten, appealing to my libido.
With your imminent climax, I desire to feel your warmth inside me. Rising, I climb on top of you, straddling your body. Warmth leaves my crotch as I spread my legs and align my entrance with yours. Your cock enters my body, resulting in a sensation of being separated. Feeling the power surge through my body, it's an indescribable connection.
Inspired by the unmatched satisfaction, I lean forward and kiss your lips. As your cock lengthens and enters me, I moan with pleasure and grind my hips against yours, causing a strong desire to envelop us.
My hands move to interlock and rest upon your chest, kissing you more intensely as I ride your cock, feeling the massive gush of warmth leaving you. You clasp my hips tighter and I ride your cock, absorbed in the sensation of your orgasm. We're a pair locked in an eternity of instinct and pleasure.
My wet pussy envelops your dick, feeling another pulse of sperm splashing the insides of me. I continue fucking you aggressively, your cock plunging up to your balls. Your dick in my pussy is everything I've ever desired. My insatiable pussy yearns for more, and I would've wanted even more if you could've given it. I had multiple orgasms, and by then you could only move occasionally, humping slightly while mostly shivering.
Eventually, my contractions ceased, and I gently removed my leg. Your towering penis flopped down to your stomach. I went down on you and took it in my mouth. I licked it clean and let the remaining thin cum drip from your cock, collecting in my mouth until it formed a pool. I swished it around, coating my teeth and gums, then swallowed.
Just as I finished, my son appeared at the door, announcing, "Mommy, it's time to go."