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IwantbustyKim
Yah…..describe her please…. For all brudders benefit
LOL. Well, I don’t think words are ever truly sufficient to paint a full picture of human features. Here is a video of what I imagine May’s body to look like as I write this story:
Not sure if you guys can access redtube in Singapore. It’s one of the last video streaming sites still not blocked in Malaysia.
Ah, my apologies, readers. I had social obligations to fulfill this afternoon. I’ll see what I can drum up before bed.
Alex Xu’s point of view:
Alex:
I watched May make polite small talk with my mom, Andrea, who had come to pick me up. It was Saturday afternoon and my mother was done with work. I guess she didn’t feel right leaving me with May for another minute, after having her take care of me for an entire week. My wounds weren’t very critical to begin with, and now, after an uneventful week of recovery, I was almost good as new.
That meant I no longer had a reason to come over next week. Goddamn that cibai Daniel. What the fuck was his problem? I thought we were friends? He acted like a Goddamn prick the entire week. Glancing up, I could see the little prick standing protectively beside his mother. What a momma’s boy. Was he on to me? That would explain a lot about his actions. But how would he know anything? What…..
Wait… Fuck… The cum on the toilet seat back when May and I dry humped each other in the guest room! I thought it was mine, probably left behind by May, but I never even saw her enter the bathroom. No, no, no, it can’t be… could it? Daniel was spying on us? Fuck!!! Shit!!! The cat is out of the fucking bag! Goddamn it! Why couldn’t he just mind his own business? Has he told his father? Was that why his father asked him to stay home this week?
I glanced at lovely May, still engaging my mother in conversation. Fuck it, I was so close to having her. Why did he have to come between us? Daniel is still there beside his mother. He didn’t look like he was going to leave her alone until he was sure that I had left. Look at him, staring at my mom with his puppy dog eyes like she’s got a bone for him. Like he’s any better than… What the fuck? Is that an…
I had to stare at it for a full minute to confirm it. Daniel is sporting an erection in his shorts. It wasn’t very profound, but I know a boner when I see one. Luckily, the horny idiot is too busy ogling at my mom to notice me noticing.
I followed his stare and checked out my mom. She wasn’t wearing one of her business suits. Instead, she was sporting tight black yoga pants and a sky-blue tank top. It showcased her nubile, petite figure, especially her lovely bubble butt and long slim legs. Her shoulder length brown-highlighted hair is tied back into a short ponytail. Mom was a sophisticated hottie, unlike May who was more of a homely, motherly beauty.
Okay, how mad can I be at Daniel for having a hard-on for my mom, considering what I have done with his? The only question is, how can I work this to my advantage? My conscience jabbed at me a little for even considering using my mom to get to May, but knowing my mom, and believe me, I do, she’s no saint. And furthermore, If the cum on the toilet seat back then does indeed belong to Daniel, that means little poster boy had been jacking off to his own mother. We’re all going to hell, might as well enjoy the ride.
Alex:
God knows how Daniel must have felt when my mom finally took her leave. No doubt relieved that I am being removed, but at the same time probably agonizing over my mom’s departure.
“Mommy haven’t gone for her workout today. We go to the mall okay?” My mother, Andrea spoke up from beside me while she drove. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes which I know of only too well. “Okay…” I agreed softly.
Half an hour later, I was watching my mom strut sexily in her tight outfit into the gym entrance at the mall. She had given me 50 ringgit and instructed that I come back in 2 hours. I know that her advanced yoga class will take about an hour or so. What follows is something I want, no, I need to be there for. That gives me time for some refreshments. I didn’t have confidence to hold down a big meal, so I settled for some Baskin & Robbins ice cream to calm my nerves.
About an hour later, I steeled myself and waltzed through the gym entrance. I was still a member even though I had stopped coming here to workout lately. I was a little late. The transparent glass wall at the end of the exercise-equipment floor showed an almost empty room with the last few remaining yogi lounging around on their mats on the floor, making small talk while cooling off. My mother, along with most of the other ladies, was gone.
A knot formed in my stomach and I felt myself trembling with nervousness. I had a pretty good idea where she was. It was funny. I thought I was prepared for this, but evidently, it still gets to me. I turned and went for the stairs to the second level. More exercise machines lined the corridor upstairs, but hardly anyone even comes up here. All of the more popular equipment was downstairs.
Walking through the corridor, I came to another glass wall and door, this time the glass was opaque. No one could see past it on either side of the wall. A plate with the words ‘Women’s Only Workout Area’ was displayed on the door. Another plastic sign with the words ‘Closed’ printed on it was dangling from the door handle.
I could hear moans and sighs. They were faint, but hardly faint enough. These people were getting confident, or sloppy, depending how you choose to look at it. I needed a minute to remind my body to breathe in order to keep up with my heart which was racing with sensual thrills. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the glass door slightly, and slid in between the gap.
The voices were louder now, as were the unmistakable sounds of wanton coupling. Fortunately, the entrance was quite dark, and a large treadmill stood between me and the site of carnal debauchery. I managed to duck inconspicuously behind some tarp covered machinery before acquainting my eyes with the scene in the middle of the room.
There were so many things going on at once, my brain had trouble deciding which, who, or what to register first. My eyes eventually settled on the more familiar faces. Devonne Lim, the shapely yoga instructor was being held down, bent over a bench by Afiq the personal trainer. Her stretchy pants and panties were halfway down her ankles and her top had been pushed over her breasts. Afiq, who knelt before her, had one mouth clamped over one of her succulent perky breasts and a large rough hand, kneading the other. Shawn, the power-cycle instructor was kneeling behind Devonne, thrusting and grinding his powerful hips against her perfectly pert butt. Devonne was moaning hoarse words of encouragement to the powerfully built man who was ploughing her pussy from behind. What he lacks in finesse, he was obviously trying to make up with brute force. Devonne didn’t seem to know the difference. Her slurring moans were finally silenced when Afiq grabbed her head by her hair and pushed her mouth onto his cock.
My gaze darted off to the next familiar face, one I have known all my life. My mother sat squirming in Roy’s lap on another bench at a corner. Roy used to be her personal trainer. I guess he still is in a sense, though his focus is no longer on her physical fitness. Roy had his hands around mom’s waist and he was speaking gruffly into her ear while mom sat restlessly on his lap, watching with a deeply flushed face and droopy eyes as her yoga instructor took in cocks from two ends.
“You just can’t get enough huh Andrea? I knew you would be back.” Roy growled into her ear.
“Roooy… cut it out… Your thing is poking me… Let me go lah…” mom replied.
“You know you love it, you sexy thing.” Roy said as his hands moved onto her chest. Mom let out a shuddering sigh.
“Mmmmff… mmmff… mhhhh.. mfffhh..” Devonne uttered in the midst of wet smacking and sucking sounds. It would seem that her two partners were eager to test her yoga forged body’s ultimate limits, and they weren’t being gentle about it.
“I miss you, you know… That was so cruel, not showing up for an entire week.” Roy continued. His hands had snaked under her tank top and was now fondling her breasts underneath.
“Haaah… Roy… Stop it… I told you, I’m just here to watch over Linda… ahh…” mom moaned unconvincingly.
“Linda? She looks pretty well taken off to me…”
At the sound of her name, my eyes shot towards the third cluster of bodies writhing on an exercise mat on the floor. Linda, who I have known half my life as my mother’s friend lay there bottomless with her legs held spread-eagled by Hassan the bodybuilder. Karina, the female trainer was between her splayed sculpted fair thighs, playfully fingering and tonguing her red engorged pussy. Even with her balled up panties stuffed into her mouth, Linda’s guttural moans was the most prominent among the group.
“We’re going to give her a grand welcome party.” Roy told my mom before nibbling her ear.
“Roooy!.. Oh… ahhh…Roy…”
“Don’t worry, You’re getting a welcome back party too.”
Sorry for the delay. Imagination isn’t flowing like it’s used to. Work has picked up quite a bit as well.
Daniel:
The sun beat down mercilessly against the tarmac, but went unheeded by the throng of students gushing through the school gates towards perceived freedom. You can sense the urgency in their steps and the impatience in their chatter. No one likes to remain in school any longer than they have to on Mondays. Yet here I am, standing passively by the gate, watching my school bus crank up and leave without me.
My fingers and feet felt deathly cold despite the heat. I did what I could to dispel my nausea. Alex was nowhere to be seen. I reckoned that he was already halfway off towards my home by now. I caught a glimpse of the approaching silver Honda Civic easily enough. The car stopped a little ways off from where I was standing. I made my move, one nervous step at a time.
Pulling open the passenger door, I collapsed weakly into the front seat before shutting it for some privacy. The gorgeous Andrea looked surprised when she saw me. No doubt she could not make head or tails of my blatant intrusion.
“Ummm… Daniel? What’s wrong? You look pale. Where is Alex?” Andrea asked, sensing that something was amiss.
“A..Alex… had to stay back for some group work. Uhhh… we need to talk…”
“What’s wrong? Is it about Alex?”
“N..No.. it’s about you.”
“What do you mean?”
I fished out my phone and played the paused video clip before her face. Andrea’s face contorted in confusion. I guess it must be difficult recognizing herself in the flurry of activity on the screen. The clip showed her and several other women I assumed were her gym buddies getting savagely gang banged on what looked like a gym floor. It also showed them loving every minute of it. I am guessing Andrea must have recognized the other participants on the clip first, and then maybe finding the setting of the debauch scene somewhat familiar, before connecting the dots and realizing that the hot nude lady in ponytail energetically riding a muscular looking Malay man was in fact Andrea herself. I saw the color drain from her sweet face when the true nature of the video dawned upon her.
“W… W.. Where did you get that?” She stammered.
“O.. online… on a video sharing website. D.. Don’t worry. I sent the website admin an email, and they took it down.” I replied. It was Alex’s words out of my own mouth. What have I become?
“Oh God… Oh my God… Oh…” Andrea began to choke and tear up. I had to put the phone away. For the next few minutes, Andrea sobbed and I mulled over whether to actually proceed with the plan. Fuck, I feel like such a scumbag. What the hell was I thinking letting Alex talk me into this yesterday? Well, I guess I wasn’t thinking. One minute Alex was calmly laying out his proposal and the next thing I know, we were coupling our devices and he was transferring the video over via Bluetooth. All I could think of at that moment was the next 10 minutes of heaven alone in my room with the video.
It only occurred to me when I woke up for school this morning and saw my mother at the breakfast table that I had made a deal with the devil. Imagining Alex and my mother together still makes me sick but the thought was immediately followed by Andrea, helpless and submissive to my every whim. The thought wrings my gut with excitement and brings blood to my loins. I am a terrible, terrible person.
“Delete it please Daniel…” Andrea spoke up when her crying had subsided.
“O… Okay… but the file is still in my computer back home.”
“Would you delete it all? Please?”
“N..N…No…..”
“What? Why?” Andrea gasped at me with panicked eyes.
“Um… It’s so hot… I ah, I want to keep watching it for a while.”
“Daniel, nooo… please, you must delete it. Promise me.”
“Maybe, we can come to an arrangement.” Alex’s script again, word for word, out of my mouth. Where the hell did he come up with this? A cheap porno flick? Was he expecting his own mother to smile seductively and offer herself to me like what usually happens in those kinds of movies?
“What are you saying, Daniel?” She gasped again. Fuck… she looked like she was going to break down into tears again. “I… I can’t believe you would do this…” she added, definitely sobbing now. Goddamn it. Fuck Alex’s instructions and his porn logic…
“Ummmm… I… I’m sorry Mrs. Xu. I don’t want to hurt you. I just… I’ve been attracted to you for very long now. And after watching the video, I kind of lost it.” I tried to console her.
Well, I did what I could. Fuck. She was weeping again anyway. Who knew women could break up so easily? Who knew I was such a softie against women’s tears? What the fuck do I do now? What the fuck was Alex doing now? Probably already banging my mother. Fuuuuucccckkk…..
No! I was not going to let the little prick get any more freebies. Turning uncomfortably towards Andrea who was already calming down, I spoke, “Don’t worry Mrs. Xu. I will delete the videos. But… ummm…"
“But….?”
“Could… Could you, uh, give me a blowjob? Maybe?”
Too much? Did I blow it? Was she going to kick me out of the car? I cringed a little, expecting some sort of backlash from my inappropriate request.
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hotguy2406
Abit confuse
Oh my, Was it the change in perspective? the last couple of updates was in Alex’s point of view as opposed to Daniel’s in the beginning of the story.
Daniel:
Andrea was silent as she stared blankly out the windshield. I was beginning to consider quietly letting myself out the car when she pushed the gear shaft into drive and steered the vehicle into the street, carefully navigating the sporadic crowd of students. I had this alarming thought that she might be heading straight for the police station. Oh God… My life is over. I can’t go to prison! I am definitely the type to be made the soap boy in the showers.
The uncomfortable silence lasted throughout the entire drive, that is, if I disregard the deafening pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. At first, I tried to distract myself by looking out the window, then, unable to resist, I stole several glances at Andrea. She was wearing one of her black body-hugging business suits with knee length skirt, pantyhose, and a blazer over a white blouse. Typical office-wear on a non-typical smoking hot body. Her hair was as usual done back in a neat ponytail, showing her grim expression which marred her otherwise coyishly beautiful face.
I was so engrossed by the sight of her tight black skirt running up her delicate looking knee as she switched pedals, that I was caught by surprise when she finally brought the car to a stop. We were in a multi-level parking lot of some sort. A quick study of the surrounding view outside the building made me realize that we were probably in one of the mid-town office buildings.
“Daniel. Delete the video please.” Andrea said. Her sudden breaking of the silence caused me to jump a little. Sheepishly, I drew out my phone and did as she asked. “Is it done?” She asked. I nodded in defeat. I had been lying about having a copy in my computer of course. There goes my only weapon, my only chance to secure my wildest dream, eradicated with the press of a single beeping button.
Andrea cast a wary glance around before unclasping her seat belt. She then twisted her torso to face me, looking at me with uncertainty in her eyes. I too was unsure of how to proceed so I just froze like a deer caught in headlights. Andrea seemed to struggle with the decision for several minutes before finally placing one hand on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat… and then exploded into a thousand contractions per second.
“Try to relax…” She muttered.
Andrea bent over to my side, her other hand moved over, joining the one on my thigh. Together, they slid up towards my crotch. Omigod-Omigod-Omigod… Forget what I said about losing my only weapon. My backup gun was visibly arming itself underneath my pants. Andrea must have noticed the extra signs of life blossoming underneath my restrictive uniform trousers. Without a word, she went for my belt, and consecutively, my pants clasp and zipper.
“Get up a bit. Get your pants out of the way.” She said breathily. Her flushed face and throaty voice surprised me, but not enough to stop myself from adhering to her instructions. Down went my trousers and boxers around my knees.
I was unprepared for the sudden intense sensation of her hands wrapping around my raging dick. Fuuucckkk. Don’t cum! Don’t cum! Don’t cum! was all I could think about. I was circumcised at birth so my dick-head was pretty used to exposure, but nothing in my short young life had ever prepared it for the warm soft touch of a woman’s hand. I came, blasting my seed forwards in an arc, staining the car floor and dashboard.
Fuck it. God Fucking Dammit. My very first sexual experience with a real woman, and I blew it. Literally blew it.
Reeling from pleasure, I slumped my head back against the headrest. When my senses finally returned, it was alerting me to further stimulation about my sensitive cock. Looking down I watched as Andrea attempted to clean me up with a packet of tissues.
“Oh!!!” I gasped when her hand brushed against my member. Andrea paused and stared with disbelief at the once again stiffening organ.
“Gosh… Daniel… haven’t you had enough?” She asked. She didn’t sound distressed anymore, or even pissed, but rather, she seemed intrigued.
“Th…That… doesn’t count.” I stammered. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life.
“I think it does…” was her reply.
Bitch… trying to sneak one past me is she?
“The deal was for a blowjob.” I asserted.
Eye contact again. This time I’m holding my ground.
“One blowjob okay? And that’s it. You go home and delete the video.” Andrea said with a strict tone. Why do I find her sudden assertiveness to be so goddamn arousing? My erection reached its prime almost instantly at her stern words.
“O… okay…” I said feebly.
Andrea gave me a small amused smile. Her hand glided up my lap to the base of my cock then with one quick smooth motion, slid her palm upwards, brushing along my entire length and the head of my cock.
“Aaahhh…” I moaned.
She did it again, fingers slightly wrapping around the tip of my cock, tugging along the sensitive surface before pulling off upwards. I felt the cool sensation of dampness on my raging hardon. Looking down, I saw my penis glistening with smeared pre-cum. Andrea repeated her maneuver, toying with my dick. It was driving me crazy.
“Mrs. Xu! Faster!” I moaned out impatiently to her.
She raised a provocative eyebrow. Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible, but she looked twice as sexy as before just by doing that.
“You are such a bad boy Daniel, blackmailing an old Aunty like me.” She said coyly as she once again brushed her hands over my cock playfully.
“Uggghhh… “
“How do I know if you will really delete the video?” Another teasing swipe. I was really close to coming now. I could feel the tingling in my balls.
“Y…You don’t… Now suck me you bitch!” I cried. Wow. That came out of nowhere.
Andrea’s eyes widened visibly with surprise, but I could see awe in them too, and possibly arousal? I didn’t have much time to ponder about it though. Andrea lowered her face onto my lap and expertly took me into her hot velvety mouth.
“AAAAAhhhhhhgghhhhh” I cried out. Inwardly, I was desperately chanting Don’t cum, Don’t cum, Don’t cum, Don’t you fucking dare cum yet!
I wasn’t freakishly well endowed like Alex, but I was certainly no pencil dick either. Regardless, Andrea had no trouble moving her lips up and down my shaft. Her tongue was working wonders around my sensitive cockhead, much to my mixed delight and despair. Oh God… I was not going to last another 10 seconds.
“Uggghhhh…. Mrs. Xu!!! Wait! Wait! Wait!” I panted.
She slurped off my dick and gave me another coy look. “Mmmmmm… what’s the matter? Had enough?”
I was too flustered to even give her a proper glare.
“Uh… Let me rest awhile…” I said sheepishly.
“Hmmm, I dunno, My lunch period is nearly over. I need to get back to work soon.”
Bitch!!! How did I end up dancing to her tune?
“Dammit… Okay… Uh… Just go slow.” I said with resignation. She smiled triumphantly before gorging herself on my piece of boymeat once again.
“Aaaahhh… Mrs. Xu…”
Andrea’s hot mouth suddenly clamped tightly around my cock and her tongue toyed mercilessly with the tip of my cock. Fuck No! Shiiiiit… No! No! No! You Bitch!!! I screamed in my mind. It was no use. My balls boiled over with release and soon I was holding her head tightly against my groin, sending spurt after spurt of my young teenage seed down her throat. Andrea herself was caught off guard when I instinctively grabbed her head and held her down. I could feel my spasming cock brushing the back of her throat throughout my orgasm. Her hands shot forwards and grabbed my leg and my arm respectively to steady herself.
I needed a full minute to come down from my high. When I did, I became aware that Andrea was still slumped face down over my crotch with my softening dick still in her mouth. Her breath was blowing heatedly against my lower regions in rapid short bursts.
After several minutes had passed, Andrea still had not moved. That changed when my cock inevitably twitched again from the warm sensations of her mouth. Andrea stirred and then quickly sat back up in the driver’s seat, her face red as the choicest tomatoes.
We cleaned up without so much a word to each other. My mind, still foggy with bliss, had completely forgotten about the underhanded tactic she had used to cheat me from prolonging my first sexual experience. When we were done, Andrea dropped me off at my house. We exchanged understanding looks before she drove off. Feeling shaky from all the excitement, I went straight to bed and did not lament the fact that I had most probably screwed up my only opportunity to have sex with Andrea until I awoke in the evening. By then, it also occurred to me that Alex had probably dropped by my house while I was away trying to get into Andrea’s pants, and my mother was home alone.
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Thug
Hi bro pyro, I have a confession to make. I ignored your story when I first saw the title. Oddly today, the naughtiness inside me clicked on it. I read through the first few pages but I’m sorry, my mother’s face started to appear in my mind.
However, I still read on and on. I realised I was reading your English than the story itself. Great writing skills you have there…my humble points to you (when I can).
Keep it going.
I can understand how you feel. If I had wrote this with my own mother in mind, I wouldn’t make it past the title. Somewhere along the way, I learned to detach myself from the characters of the stories I read, and later, the ones I write. Picture it this way. Instead of putting yourself in the narrator’s shoes, imagine you have 2 friends called Alex and Daniel who has outrageously gorgeous moms and they are now sitting you down and telling you their experiences.
Hope it helps. Cheers.