Cody is about to enter college, and eager to lose his virginity. His best friend’s mother, Olivia, the Hottest Mom, hired him to do some yard work. Looking for his missing sunglasses, he surprised them both when he saw her naked in the pool shower. Surprisingly, Olivia is flattered, and talks to him naked, inviting him back for more work the next day. When he comes back, her lust gets the better of her, and she persuades him to masturbate for her, and she responds the same way before sending him home. Cody waits for the next move…
Wednesday and Thursday passed without a call from Olivia, which worked out well since three other houses on my block asked me to pull weeds and trim their hedges. I earned a solid seventeen dollars, and another four in tips. Good money, I reminded myself, but something vital was still missing from my life, and I knew what it was, who it was.
My mind continually wandered to Olivia, and I hoped she wasn’t done with me. Tuesday had been a revelation, and I played the afternoon over and over in my head, wishing we had done more, wondering if we ever would.
Friday, my mom knocked on my bedroom door as I was waking up, dreaming of Olivia’s mouth on my cock. My hand was only a substitute, and a poor one at that, for any part of that gorgeous, tan and lush body, and the memory of her tongue barely touching the head of my cock was exquisite. My boxers were around my knees, nothing on above the waistband, and I was on top of my blankets, rubbing…
She knocked again. “Cody, phone!”
“Okay, mom. Down in a minute.” I hoped that at the very least it was another neighbor with a lawn job. I pulled my boxers up and put on baggy pajama bottoms, then a t-shirt which I purposely neglected to tuck in, another layer hiding my hard-on. I went downstairs quickly and grabbed the phone off the counter.
“Morning, Cody.” It was Olivia.
Using my best phone manners, I replied, “Good morning, Mrs. Nichols.”
Her chuckle thrilled me, made my heart skip a beat in anticipation of…what, exactly? I had no idea what she had in mind, or if it would ever be more than more yardwork. Now I really understood the guys trying to catch a glimpse of her changing, but of course I’d seen more than that…
“You up for more work?”
I swallowed. “Always.”
“Good! Please be here around noon. If there’s no answer at the door, come around the gate into the backyard by the pool. Okay?”
“Okay, Mrs. Nichols. I’ll see you then.”
She hung up, and I wondered what she would have me do today, and whether we would end once more in the conversation pit, or her bed. At the same time, I knew it probably wouldn’t happen. Her final send-off had made that painfully clear, but I still had wonderful memories.
I showered, turning the temperature down so my hard-on wilted, but only slightly, under the cool, then chilly, spray. My teeth were chattering by the time I was done, but my dick obediently lay down, and I knew it wouldn’t be making any sudden, probably unwelcome, appearances for a while. Dressing quickly, I headed out the door just after eleven-thirty, and walked when I wanted to run.
At her door, one minute to noon, I knocked, then knocked again when the door didn’t swing open. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered her telling me to come around the back, and didn’t that double entendre set my blood racing. I went around the right side of the house to the pool, as I had on Monday, the first time I saw her naked, and quietly slipped the latch and stepped in, closing it quietly but firmly behind me. I didn’t want to surprise her, so I called out in a conversational voice. “Mrs. Nichols? It’s Cody.”
When she didn’t respond, I walked forward, heart thundering in anticipation, and called her name again. Was she in the shower again? That seemed too good to be true, or even possible.
“I’m back here, Cody!” She sounded cheeerful and relaxed, and for some reason my dick took that occasion to stiffen and rise. Maybe, I thought, it knows something I don’t… Stepping smartly around the corner I saw her laying out by the pool. Completely, gloriously naked and on her stomach, the lone thing on her body a wide-brimmed straw hat, accompanied by a pair of big, dark sunglasses.
Olivia lifted her head and turned my way, peering out from under the brim. Her smile was wide and happy, her perfect white teeth gleaming, summoning me to her side. She was breathtaking, and I walked over to the lounge chair she was in, reclined flat. Her gorgeous back and ass were displayed to me in their full glory, and the twin swells of her breasts, compressed against the towel on the lounge, completed the picture. “Hello, Cody…”
“Hi…Olivia.” It was hard to remember to use her first name, harder still to speak, and all I could think of was that Monday and Tuesday might not have been the end of our sexual adventures. “How can I help you today?” My voice was much more formal than I intended, and she grinned.
“You don’t need to be so uptight, Cody. I’m okay with you seeing me laying out. I’d like you to help me with that, actually.”
I sat on the edge of a chair near her. “What can I…would you like me to do? Olivia…”
She nodded to the small table which had a frosty pitcher of lemonade next to a plastic tumbler filled with ice, and a dark plastic bottle. “First, could I trouble you to put some suntan oil on me?”
I reached over and fumbled with the top, opening it and letting too much flow into my cupped hand, suddenly more nervous than when I saw her naked for the first time. Some of it dripped onto her back, and she wriggled delightedly at the touch of the cool liquid. Closing the bottle took almost more coordination than I could muster, but I just managed not to spill it when I set it back down.
My hands were slippery with the stuff, shaking, and I started at her shoulders, working it into her skin and feeling her muscles and shoulder blades, then the curved bones along her back. She immediately relaxed, heaving a contented sigh as I touched every inch of her back, going along the sides down to the towel she was on, and working my way down to her firm, well-toned buttocks, where I hesitated. I knew she wanted me to do all over her back, but did she really want me to? Did she really intend for me to touch her buttocks, rub oil into them? Stupid question, of course, but I hadn’t broken the habit of second-guessing women.
Without moving, she cooed softly, “Cody, my ass won’t oil itself…” Now I was in new territory, working the suntan oil into her full, round buttocks, caressing and stroking them, massaging the oil into them. I thought I heard her moan, but that could have been me. I felt the familiar tightness at my crotch as my cock awakened, and I wanted to plunge into her, fuck her all day and night. Instead, I kept applying the oil down the backs of her legs, all the way to her ankles, lifting her feet to get the tops of them.
“All done, Olivia.”
“Thank you, Cody.” She put her elbows under her, arching her back to look at me. “But you’re not quite through. I think my back is probably done for now…” She turned and moved gently, slowly onto her back, showing me her front, offering to let me touch her. Olivia lifted her neck, and carefully arranged her midnight black tresses so they covered nothing, nestling them under her head. “Get the rest of me, would you?” She said it lightly, as if offering me more lemonade, then I remembered what that had led to.
My whole body was oscillating with a sort of deep, horny desire that I had never felt so intensely before. I put more oil on my hands, and started again at her shoulders. This time I leaned over her, and lifted her left arm, then her right arm, spreading the spicy liquid on them and placing them gingerly next to her, straight at her sides.
Next I moved to her breasts, biting my lip as I applied the oil, spreading it evenly over both of them at the same time. This time I definitely heard her moan, the small of her back lifted off the lounge, and I felt her nipples curdle and tighten as my palms lingered over them. Olivia’s eyes were closed, her lips parted.
Another soft moan escaped her lips, as I regretfully moved beyond and below her chest, my hands gliding down her flat stomach, then down to the tanlines where the bottom of her bikini had always, always covered before Monday. I hesitated again, and saw her take a breath. Eager not to have her need to tell me to go on, my hands found the forbidden jungle, and the infinitely smooth skin surrounding the neatly trimmed but still lush bush.
When I went down to her thighs, she moaned again, and spread them. I let my hands linger there, reveling in the sensation of touching and caressing the silky, slippery skin. Her muscles rippled at my touch, and Olivia scooted down so her hips were past the handrails. As soon as she had moved, she put both feet flat on the ground, further spreading her legs, and I continued massaging her thighs.
“That’s so…good, Cody,” she purred huskily, and her scent mixed with the suntan oil’s aroma. I heard a slight tremor in her voice, thick with pent up desire. Gently trailing my fingertips upward along the inside of her golden brown thighs, I saw her belly tense. Leaving the chair, I sat straddling the lounge, my straining hard-on inches from the pussy she had opened for me. For the first time, I clearly saw the entrance underneath her bush. The skin there was olive, her pussy lips a wonderful pair of curled, thin folds, shrouded in the thick, lush pubic hairs. Feeling bolder than I would have imagined, I slipped a finger between them experimentally, feeling the soft, welcoming warmth within.
Her transformation was immediate. Olivia’s back arched as a gasp blew out of her throat, and I started pushing my finger slowly inward, then back out at the same speed, repeating the motion. She didn’t speak, but I saw her belly tense again, her whole body shaking as I played with her pussy. “Oh, fuck, oh God, oh fuck,” she whispered as I gently inserted a second finger to join the first. My left palm started moving along the inside of her thigh in time to the thrusting of my fingers and the motion of my hands.
“Faster,” she whispered, her voice brimming with barely controlled passion. I knew Olivia was close to screaming it to me, but we were outside, and for the moment caution ruled. We had to be quiet, and our restraint made us both more inflamed and eager. “Faster, baby. I want to feel you go all the way inside me…” I pushed my fingers in up to my palm, and felt her get slicker and wetter with every inch, and I sped up, fucking her pussy with my fingers. Now I heard a wet, sloshing sound each time I moved, and I knew she was wet for me.
Her breath was ragged now, and we started moaning very softly together. My denim-covered balls were against the taut plastic bands of the lounge, and it transmitted every slightest motion to my sack, spreading along my erection, and making the head of my cock vibrate in time to my thrusts.
Olivia’s hips rocked and bucked, and she gasped quietly, gritting her teeth against the orgasmic screams we both wanted to hear. Her mouth flew open, and a single moan made its way into the air, not too loud, and not loud enough.
She sat up suddenly and tossed her hat away before throwing her arms around me, kissing me fervently, her tongue diving in to meet mine, and she shook violently, moaning her orgasm into my mouth, clutching me close against her, still humping the pair of fingers inside her pussy. I felt her grind her hips into the towel and lounge, the moistness devouring my fingers as she let her climax wash over her, drenching my fingers and the towel.
Olivia shook violently, an erotic earthquake, her naked, oiled skin moving against my shirt and shorts, moaning into my mouth again as the last of the orgasm overcame her. Still shuddering, she let go of me and suddenly stood, grabbing my arm to get me off the lounge, propelling me without any hesitation towards the glass door. She slid it all the way open and didn’t quite shove me through, then stepped in and closed it so hard it shook, not even latching it.
I turned to her, and she was on me again, kissing me with a passion I’d never imagined outside of a porn film. My hands ran down her slick, oiled skin, settling on and gripping her ass, spreading it as I pulled her up to me, her arms around my neck, spicy and fragrant with the oil and her musky scent. On her tiptoes, Olivia suddenly stopped and looked down, then grabbed my shorts, expertly undoing them with swift, sure fingers, stripping them off of me, almost throwing them down my legs to the ground. Still panting, she gasped one word. “Shirt.” I pulled it off, almost tearing it in my haste. I kicked off my sneakers, and was glad I hadn’t worn socks.
Then, we were both naked.
Olivia seized both my hands, half-leading and half-hauling me down into the conversation pit. She backed down the stairs into the open corner and laid back at the edge of the cushions, panting and spreading her bronzed, lubricated thighs, slick from the suntan oil, hot from the sun, wet from desire and pulled me down on top of her. Olivia’s legs were spread wide, her hot, silky thighs against my hips, her hot slit pressed against my groin. I felt her hand stroking my cock, as if anything could make it harder than it already was. She moaned and panted, her need resoundingly clear. “I want you inside, Cody.”
For one surreal instant, I almost answered that we were inside already, but I caught myself, and knew that wasn’t the inside she meant.
I moved forward, and she rubbed the head of my erection at the entrance, at the opening to all I had ever imagined I wanted from a woman. “Push, Cody. Push it in.”
My hips thrust forward, parting the forest of kinky black curls, and entered Nirvana. The feel of her pussy was indescribable, incredible, slippery and hot and sexy… I started humping instinctively, the thrill of my first time in a woman taking me over completely. My groin slapped against hers, only slightly muffled by our twin pubic bushes, and that repetitive sound immersed me further into our encounter .
Olivia looked like she was in rapture, eyes closed, head back, arms laying to her sides as she felt me penetrate her willing gates. I started pounding faster and faster, the slapping sounding now like an endless round of applause. She was smiling, eyes still closed, feeling the ecstasy I was giving her, was for the first time feeling myself.
“Oh, fuck, Cody! You feel so good inside me… Oh, fuck me baby, fuck me…” Her voice was high and rising, loud enough that I glanced to make sure the glass door onto the patio was really closed, even though I knew it was, and didn’t really care whether it was or not. Everything I was, was happening in that moment, just me and Olivia and our joyous joining.
“Olivia, you feel so good, too…” Now I wished I’d jacked off earlier, so I could last longer for her, for both of us. My orgasm crept around the corner and sprang, and I couldn’t stop myself. “Olivia, I’m going to cum…” I arched my back, feeling the flood build inside me, felt her hands running themselves over my shoulders and down to my forearms.
“Don’t pull out, Cody… Put it all inside me, every drop baby…” Her eyes were still closed, and she moaned as I got closer. It hadn’t occurred to me to pull out, and I was glad she didn’t want me to.
I came hard. No amount of masturbation or wet dreams prepared me for the intensity of it, the feel of unloading my cum inside her. Pulse after pulse of my hot jizz boiled out into her waiting cunt, filling it to overflowing. I glanced down, still humping her, and saw the thick white fluid leaking out between her pussy lips and around my pole. Finally, I started to slow down, still moaning, still hard inside her. Olivia’s arms encircled my neck, and I let her pull me down, while she covered my face in kisses.
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We lay there holding each other for maybe half an hour. She was warm and still slick; wherever she touched me felt tingly and electric. We had moved onto our sides, and Olivia held me as tightly as before, slowly breathing, her head against my chest.
So, I thought. This is what not being a virgin is like… It was weird. I didn’t feel any different, but I also felt very different, aware of how I had looked at things before this afternoon. If Olivia were to have me rub oil on her again, which I fervently hoped she would soon, I wouldn’t feel at all tentative, and I would…be different about how I did things.
I meant to say her name, all four syllables, but all I managed was a soft, “Liv…”
“I like that, Cody. Like that Swedish actress.” She smiled into my chest, content to hold me for now. I decided I would call her Liv every chance I got from now on.
“Liv…,” I repeated, but what was I going to ask next? Was I good seemed too shallow, and not at all what I felt right now. Do you want to go again was wrong in the same way. Instead I put my arms around her and held her to me tightly, and said, “I love you.” It wasn’t what I meant to say, and it surprised me, not that I said it, but that it was completely true.
Her eyes fluttered open dreamily, and her smile was gentle, happy. “I love you too.” She sighed in contentment, and soon she started talking. She told me about her first time, and it wasn’t nearly as wonderful as what she had just given me, but noteworthy, and it made her yearn for more than just the physicality of sex.
When she mentioned the hurt she’d felt when her then-husband Maximilian had told her they were through being married, I saw another tear, this one of profound hurt, make its way down her cheek and onto my chest. A week later she had walked in on Maximilian and the new girl in a very intimate embrace in the bed she’d shared with him for sixteen years. She was still bitter about the way her marriage had ended, so deeply cruel and final, and I let her cry it out, stroking her long, dark hair while she curled up against me, wracked with sobs over her loss. I had the impression she hadn’t let herself cry about it for a very long time, if ever, and I was content to comfort her.
Finally cried out, she kissed me on the lips, stroking my face with her fingertips. “So, I was your first…” She giggled. “I knew how nervous you were, Cody, and you didn’t have to tell me for me to know you hadn’t… And you did everything right…”
“I tried to last longer…”
“You lasted just long enough, Cody. Fuck, I haven’t felt so satisfied in a long time.”
“Two years?”
“Try twenty. Maximilian was all about getting his rocks off, just like my two boyfriends in high school. The first one was when I was fifteen.” She regarded me for a moment. “Are you surprised I had sex that early?”
“Some girls do.”
“Not the ‘good’ ones, my mother always said.”
I chuckled quietly. “So, you were a ‘bad’ girl, Liv?” Actually, I couldn’t at this moment imagine this gorgeous woman in my arms ever being a virgin.
“Just like you’re a ‘bad’ boy, Cody.” She turned away from me and pressed her back on my chest, pulling my arms around her. “Jesus, you’re so bad…” She laughed now, her earlier melancholy banished. “Rubbing oil all over a naked older woman, getting her so hot she just had to have you fuck her.”
“I don’t think of you as older, Liv.” I was enjoying saying my impromptu nickname for her. “You are very sexy, and I’m surprised there aren’t a lot of men eager to…date you.”
“That’s so sweet.” She sounded genuine, not at all dismissive like some moms who said ‘how sweet’ when they meant ‘grow the fuck up’. “I actually get asked out pretty often, but I don’t like most of the men who ask. They just want to buy me dinner, take me home and fuck all night, then creep out for coffee and never come back or call. I don’t like one-nighters.”
I nuzzled her ear, and traced my tongue along her earlobe, savoring the softness of it with the tip. Cautiously, not wanting to spoil the mood, I asked her ,”So, you don’t want this to be the only time we…”
“No.” She said it firmly. “That would be the meanest thing I could think of to do to either of us, just fucking for one afternoon and cutting you loose. Cody, your mom and I have known each other for years, the same time you’ve been Jack’s best friend. Your parents don’t have a piece on the side, and they don’t jump in the sack with anyone but each other. You’ve got good parents, and I know you were raised right. Besides, I’m falling in love with you, so, no, not just one afternoon.”
“Thank you.” Hearing her mention love made my heart skip a beat.
“You are so welcome. I didn’t plan for this, you know. When you saw me naked in the pool shower, I could just as easily sent you away, never talked to you again, never hired you for any more work. But I saw how you looked at me with appreciation, not just lust, and I wanted you to know I liked that.”
“So, Liv, Tuesday when…”
She shook her head lightly. “Didn’t plan that, either. Watching you clean the pool, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I just had to know. Had to see your cock with my own eyes. When you did me that favor, started stroking it for me, it was all I could do not to rip my clothes off and fuck you right then. I’ve seen two guys jack off, and one was my brother, so it really was more embarrassing walking in on him than hot.” She blushed with the memory. “And you did it in front of me. That was so sexy.
“Then I wanted to return the favor, show you how horny that made me, how sexy I feel when I’m around you.”
“Liv, everyone thinks you’re sexy, knows it.”
“Everyone wants to fuck me, Cody,” she corrected me tenderly. “That’s not the same thing as feeling sexy. When you look at me, I feel sexy and young. Loved and appreciated.” She turned in my arms and came to rest with our noses almost touching. “Do you understand?”
“I do, Liv.”
“Keep calling me ‘Liv’, and I’ll be your love kitten forever.” She kissed me, a slow, building burn of passion, and I returned it with the same fire.
When we finally came back up for air, she looked at the cushions in the conversation pit, smeared with suntan oil, her juices and my cum. “I’m going to have to get this upholstery cleaned. Before that, I want a shower.” She climbed off and rose to her feet, displaying her perfect cottontail, then turned back to me with a smile. “Join me?” There was no question in either of our minds that I wouldn’t follow her.
We ascended the stairs to the second story. The top floor had been built as a retreat for the adults; Jack and Carla’s rooms were on the main floor, and Liv had kept the house in the divorce, along with a sizeable chunk of change to maintain it. I didn’t know what she did for work; it never seemed to be important when she was clad in her bikini, or now even less.
Her bathroom was big, filled with gleaming porcelain and shiny gold-toned fixtures, with a huge tub and separate shower, and a pair of sinks. Her ex had made a lot of money in finance or real estate or something that was at that point not really clear to me, and had clearly invested a good portion of it in creature comforts. I wondered how often they had been in the tub or showered together, but it was irrelevant; I was the one here with her now. The shower stall was pretty big, certainly enough for both of us, with glass walls and a glass door. She turned the water on and we got in once it warmed up.
Under the steaming flow, she used a washcloth and soap to clean off the remains of the oil and dried cum from her body. I helped her with her back and tush, washing her clean, loving the feel of her skin under my fingertips. As beautiful as she had been in the pool shower on Monday, she was even more so here, and my eyes followed each swipe of the washcloth over every inch of her, the scented lather clinging to her body, frothy white suds scudding down every one of her voluptuous curves, alternately hiding and revealing expanses of her dark, sensuous skin.
She rinsed and soaped the washcloth again, and set to work on cleaning me up. Very soon, I was hard again, and we both interrupted all her efforts with numerous long kisses, pressing our soapy bodies against each other, sliding against each other, reveling in the slippery lather, the feel of our skin as we made out again. I loved running my fingers and palms down her back and hips, down to the sleek, toned thighs that had encircled me earlier, then running my hands over those, too. Her breasts were firm, the nipples erect, excited, and I started kissing and sucking on the big, dark aureoles, accompanied by her deep moans, echoing in the enclosure.
There wasn’t really room in the stall to fuck standing up, but Olivia had her own ideas. Instead, she lathered up my dick, using just her hands and fingertips on my rigid pole, moving up and down the length of it, torturously slow, and gently stroking and playing with my balls. Her matching moans joined mine, and it was clear she enjoyed jacking me off almost as much as I loved the attention. Leaning her head up to kiss me, she kept up her slow and deliberate strokes, getting me close again.
“I love you, Cody,” she whispered, the second time I’d heard those impossible words on her lips, then rinsed my cock off, unfinished. I felt disappointed, and just as quickly annoyed with myself for being disappointed. I’d just had sex with the most desirable woman I’d ever seen or met, filled her with cum, was falling in love with her, and I was inexplicably disappointed she hadn’t jacked me all the way off. Asshole!, I cursed myself furiously. Just enjoy her!
Her next words were as soft and silky as her skin. “Just stand there, baby.” Olivia sank down on her haunches until her mouth was at my crotch, and used one of her hands to tilt my dick horizontally. She looked up at me and winked merrily, parted her lips, and took my cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and started bobbing her head gently, and I watched thunderstruck as she gently made love to me with her mouth. The sight of my erection disappearing between her lips, the velvety, loving softness of her tongue on the underside and swirled over the very tip, and its slow reappearance when she pulled back, was so erotic I barely endured it.
The build-up was slower than it had been downstairs with our first time, but no less inexorable. All the sucking I’d seen in a couple of stag films friends of mine had snagged, and once on a briefly unscrambled pay TV station, had all been quick movements of overly made-up women, sucking aggressively, almost brutally, forcing themselves to do it. Despite that, it all looked fun, but this was something else.
Olivia continued slowly, seemingly savoring the feel and taste of my cock in her mouth, playing her tongue over every inch of the stiffened rod, stopping every so often to swirl her tongue around the tip, then run her lips over just the head a couple of times, before taking me all the way in. There was no teasing about it, though; she was intent on pleasuring me very deliberately, gently, lovingly. The sight of it was almost as amazing as the sensation; her head and sexy long hair swaying, the gorgeous round buttocks behind her, and one hand on my hip, gently holding me and balancing herself while the tips of her breasts became visible with each momentary retreat of her face from my crotch.
For the second time in as many hours, I felt the familiar ejaculatory tingle, and she sensed it, taking one of my hands in hers, still masturbating me with the other. “Liv, I’m going to cum.” I sounded calm, but she could see I was shaking, ready to unload again at her tender touch. She pulled away, slowly, gently, and used her right hand to rub and jack my cock. My hard-on was at her eye level still, and I wondered what she was going to do, then my orgasm drove all coherent thought away. “Fuck, Liv! Aaahhh!”
She aimed me below her chin just before the first shot leapt out, and my thick, white semen splattered on her big tits, coating them. I could see her smiling, lips parted almost in awe, as each spurt came out, and she made a satisfied noise. When she stood, she was still milking the last of it out of me, and started rubbing my cum all over her tits, holding my gaze with hers. This was so much sexier than I had ever imagined. When the flood subsided, she knelt and rubbed my dick on both of her cheeks, softly cooing at the feel of it, licking the very tip a couple of times.
When she finished, I was only semi-hard, but still thick in her hand. She stood again and turned toward the shower to rinse her breasts, and she took one finger and moved it across her face, collecting the last bit of cum that she’d wiped onto her cheeks. Looking first at her fingers, then into my eyes, she inserted them in her mouth, delicately licking it off them, then rinsed her mouth in the spray. Olivia hugged me, her cheek pressed against my chest, and held me for a while before we turned the water off and swung the glass door open.
She had a silly smile on her lips the whole time we dried each other off, and I was pretty sure I had its clone on my lips too. Olivia kissed me again. “Let’s lie down, Cody.” Leading the way to her bedroom, the king bed unmade and unkempt, we settled down onto it, and she pulled the sheet up to our waists, before turning and snuggling in to me, her head on my chest.
“Cody, you were worth waiting for.”
“So are you, Liv.” I put my arm around her and ran my fingers through her silky black hair. “I’m very happy just now…”
“Me too.” She sighed. “Hey, when I went down on you…”
“I loved it, Liv.”
“I could tell! No, I just…don’t like it when a man shoots his load in my mouth. Maximilian would demand I let him cum in my mouth, insist I swallow it all. He said he felt ‘insulted’ if I didn’t do it his way and take it all in.” The distaste and anger were sharp undertones, even though her voice was carefully neutral.
“I’m so sorry, Liv.”
She turned and put one hand under her chin, looking at me with wise, experienced eyes. “Don’t be, baby. You’re the first man I’ve been so willing to do that for. I wanted to do it for you, give you that gift.”
I chuckled nervously. “And I didn’t get you a thing…”
She kissed the underside of my jaw, and let her hand cup and stroke my relaxing penis. “You did. Best gift I ever had.”
“So you don’t like blowjobs.”
“No, not usually. I really liked it with you today, though. You didn’t grab my head and fuck my throat until I gagged; I knew you wouldn’t. That’s happened a couple of times, different guys, and I stopped sleeping with them because of it. Thank you for just letting me do it, and not trying to ‘help’ at all.”
“Thank you for my first blowjob, Liv.”
“And later your second, if you like. Maybe I’ll even let you cum in my mouth…,” she finished with an impish grin. I didn’t trust myself to answer, but at my enthusiastic nod her grin widened.
It sounded wonderful, but I thought about the time. The clock in her room showed it was after four-thirty already. The sun wouldn’t be down until well after eight, but I didn’t want anyone suspicious if I didn’t turn up at the pool. “Liv, how late would you like me to stay?”
“All weekend, Cody.” My surprise was obvious, and she chuckled. “I’d love you to stay the night but you’re still a growing boy and you need your rest. Anything planned for tomorrow?”
“Nothing after my swim meet. Livermore’s driving up, and we won’t be done until after one or so.”
“That’s normal.”
“Yeah, but if we win, Coach always buys us pizza. So, maybe around three? Unless we lose…”
“That sounds perfect. If you lose, come by earlier, and I’ll comfort you.” A wicked leer spread across her face. “Tell you what. I’ll see what chores I come up with for tomorrow afternoon. And Sunday.”
It was my turn to kiss her, and I felt her melt into my arms. “Whatever you come up with, I’ll do my best for you, Liv. I always will.”
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We won Saturday’s meet, but I left after only one slice, eager to get back to the Hottest Mom, my girl Liv. I got there around two, and went to the door, knocking smartly twice. The door opened, and Olivia was there, t-shirt and the sexiest pair of mom jeans I’d ever seen. Her feet were bare, and she invited me in, careful not to reach out to me in case the neighbors were watching.
The door closed and latched, and we were on another in an instant, the hours apart feeling like weeks, all melting away in a frenzy of passionate kisses, and hands grabbing and gripping and rubbing each other. I’d seen couples at the high school behave like that, barely holding back from fucking on the bus home, or at the movies. I understood why, now. I wanted nothing more than her.
Still fully clothed, we separated for a moment. “I’ve wanted you to get here all day. I take it you lost…”
“No, we won. I just couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”
She kissed me again, pure love shining in her eyes. “Thank you for saying that.”
“I mean it, Liv.”
“And I think I told you I love hearing you call me that!” Another quick kiss, and she took my hand and we started down the hall to the living room. She took me to the conversation pit, and I saw what she had been working on. She had cleaned up the remains of our first session of lovemaking, and the chocolate fabric was still slightly damp.
“Next time, we need to lay a towel down, or not have me all oily.”
Still holding her hand, I said, “You felt great oily. And naked.”
She slipped naturally into my arms, and rested her cheek on my chest, the top of her head just under my nose, and I smelled her strawberry shampoo again. Olivia was warm and soft and sensational in my arms, and I sighed, contented just to hold her a little bit longer.
“Cody.” Her voice was so soft I didn’t hear her at first.
“Yes, Liv?”
“I’m fresh out of chores, unless you want me to dirty something up…”
“Maybe your sheets? We haven’t actually made love in your bed before.”
A soft chuckle, then, “So right. We should break it in this afternoon, maybe take a swim first?”
“My swimsuit’s still on under my shorts…”
“You won’t need it, my love.” Those last two words sent a happy shiver through my body. My love. It felt to me like I suspected calling her ‘Liv’ felt to her, and I loved it.
“Liv, you keep calling me ‘my love’ and I’ll be your sex kitten forever.”
Smiling, she disengaged from our hug. “Actually, I do have one thing you can help me with.” I followed her over to the kitchen, and there was a medium-sized paper bag, with something irregular inside it, and I wonder if it was some kind of sex toy. When she lifted the bag, it gave a solid clank and a couple of clinks, metal on metal. She pulled out a collection of black steel parts, and I recognized a replacement latch for an outside gate. “Help me put this on the back gate. It has a lock and key, so no-one can walk into the back and catch us in flagrante delicto.” At my questioning look, she grinned and explained simply, “Naked and fucking.”
She grabbed the tool set and an electric drill for me to use, and I carefully read the instructions, since I’d never done this before. Olivia passed me tools and helped me figure out a couple of the points that weren’t entirely clear, then she stayed well back when I put on the safety goggles and got to work. The gate and frame were fairly sturdy, and it took less than an hour to install it. Just to make sure, I hauled on the handle, and it held firmly. The lock even worked.
I turned back to Olivia, and she had already stripped down to her black silk panties. “Let’s give it a real security check,” she laughed, pulling first one side of her waistband, then the other, off her hips, then letting them drift down to her ankles before stepping out of them. Kissing me on the cheek, she dashed naked for the pool. “Better catch up!” She laughed playfully as she dived in.
My clothes were off in seconds, and I joined her in the water. Very little swimming happened; we mainly splashed and laughed, still careful to keep our voices from getting too loud. This was my first time skinny-dipping, the latest of many firsts I was enjoying with the Hottest Mom. The water was just a bit chilly, but her warm curvy body kept me plenty warm whenever we stopped to make out.
After, we laid out, and we took turns spreading the tanning oil on each other. We were both breathing very heavily afterwards, but behaved ourselves for the time being and lay out on the two matching lounges, our hands clasped. The warm air and being naked with her had me hard enough to split wood, and I pictured my cock swinging down to break a board in a karate class, and snickered.
“What’s so funny, Cody?” I told her, and she chuckled. “I’d love to see that!”
Still lying back, I started running my hand up from her palm along her forearm, back and forth in a languid motion, and I heard her breathing change, deeper, with a ragged edge to it. I looked over, and saw her left hand repeating that motion up and down her body, before settling at her crotch, delicately fingering her snatch. “Oh, fuck, Cody,” she whispered. “Come here, baby…”
I got off my lounge and half-stood, bent over and ready to be on top of her, inside her, but Liv grabbed my hand. “Between my tits, baby. Fuck my tits…”
Straddling her chest, one leg on either side of her lounge, I settled down and laid my cock in the beautiful valley between her breasts. The suntan oil made the groove there as soft and slick as her pussy, and we both exhaled slowly as it came to a momentary rest there. Both her hands came up, pressing her huge, gorgeous breasts together, enveloping my cock along its length, warm and slippery. I looked down and saw her dark nipples peeking out from between her fingers, dark and shiny and suckable. “Fuck them, baby…” Her voice was low, trembling, and my legs, my whole body, were shaking from pure lust.
I put my hands on the lounge on either side of her head, careful not to trap or pull her gorgeous long hair, and moved my dick a couple of inches towards her chin, loving the quiet moan that crept out from between her full lips. Then, slowly, I began to hump her chest. I’d graduated from my virginity at the hands, and lips and pussy, of this goddess, and I felt a thrill along my body as my cock picked up speed, traveling faster between the best, most perfect tits I had ever imagined. I only moved two or three inches back and forth, slowly at first, different from the long, deep, staccato penetrations of our first time only two days ago.
Olivia squeezed her lovely jugs, not just closer around my cock, but playing with them, fondling them. Her fingers, splayed out against her olive skin, squeezed her nipples in time to my thrusts. She looked up at me, and I could see how shaky her breaths were, her lips parting with each breath, each time my cock shifted, burrowing between them. The sensation all along my shaft, the sheer sensual joy of fucking her tits, encouraged me to hump them more quickly.
With very little warning, I felt my balls ready to explode. “Liv, baby… I’m going to cum…” I kept it at a whisper, wishing I could shout the feeling out to the open air, to the whole world.
Olivia bit her lower lip, and whispered, “Do it, Cody… Cover my tits with cum. Oh, baby, do it!” Her moan was barely audible over the breeze, but she might as well have roared it into the air, for the effect it had on me.
Her oiled skin was divine under my testicles, and I felt them drag across her with each thrust between her breasts. She pushed them tighter together still, and I fucked the valley between them even faster, savoring the slickness, the smooth friction surrounding my hard-on. I kept my mouth clamped shut, not wanting to betray our lover’s tryst in her backyard.
In seconds, the first twinges of my orgasm crept up my body, and I groaned softly, and she knew the signs, knew I was so close… “Cum, my love, cum…,” Liv urged me, and I couldn’t deny her any longer. My restrained groans became low grunts, then a moan as the first of my load spurted between her tits onto her throat.
She released her breasts, and grabbed my cock, milking it for more semen. She aimed it first at her left breast, then her right, cooing as I plastered them with cum, and used my cock’s head to rub first one nipple, then the other, spreading the creamy mess all over her. The stream slowed to a dribble, and she let go of my throbbing dick to spread cum all over her tits, coating them evenly, happy with my warm and sticky offering.
The sun was already noticeably lower in the sky than when we had dived naked into the water and each other’s arms, and the shadows of the palm trees in her yard advanced like a long, slow fuck across the pool. We stopped at the pool shower and cleaned the oil and cum off our naked bodies in the same place I’d first seen her less than a week ago. Kissing and embracing under the spray, we felt everything slough off and down the drain, and we only went in when the spray started to cool. We grabbed our clothes before we headed inside, just in case we needed them for some silly reason.
I called home around seven, and told them I was staying overnight at Jack’s house, which was technically true, even though Jack was at his dad’s house with Carla for the week. Olivia ordered us a medium everything pizza, which we both set into and polished off about half of it between us. She’d tossed on a robe only long enough to pay the pizza guy, then left it on the coat rack in the hall. She assured me we wouldn’t need our clothes at all tonight.
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The following week Jack and Clara were going to be home from their dad’s, arriving Sunday evening, so Liv and I couldn’t actually be together at her house past about three or so. She couldn’t stay over at my house, obviously; my parents were at home, Dad working days, and there was no way to smuggle her up to my room overnight, or even for an hour or two. Even if their eyebrows weren’t raised by Olivia visiting me, the joyous sounds of our passion would give it all away. I resigned myself to a week without sex, and more importantly without her.
It was late Thursday morning. Dad was at work, and I was getting ready to leave for the pool myself. Mom was out at the store after dropping my two brothers off for early swim practice, when I heard a demure tapping on the door, and I opened it, thinking it was a parcel. I was wearing my swimsuit for a day at the pool and afternoon practice, and a t-shirt, my sneakers in one hand. It was Olivia, in a yellow sundress, and my breath caught in my throat as I invited her in.
I closed the door. “Everything okay, Liv?” No-one else was in the house, but I worried we might be caught at any instant. She couldn’t be here for sex, could she? She gave me a shy smile.
“Are we alone?” At my nod, she grinned. “Let’s go to your mom’s sewing room.” It was down the hall, and had no windows, nor a lot of room. I led the way, careful not to hold hands with her past the windows, when what I wanted to do was strip us both down and ball right there in the entryway. We stepped into the tiny room and I switched on the light.
She kissed me for the first time since Sunday morning, and the pent-up need led to a long make-out session, standing among the rolls of cloth, next to Mom’s Singer. “God, I feel like a horny teenager, Cody!”
“Good thing I’m here, then, Liv…”
She giggled. “Your mom won’t be back for a little while, right?”
“She’s at the store.”
“Good.” Olivia took her sundress off and laid it over the back of my mom’s sewing chair, with no panties or bra underneath, then, undid my swimsuit and took it down my legs. It seemed like when I was with her I was perennially hard, and seeing her naked for the first time in four days only made my need for her more urgent.
Olivia gave me her special, wicked smile. “I couldn’t wait, baby! Sunday is so far away…” She pressed her body against me and slipped my t-shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor, getting me just as naked as she was. We kissed and fondled each other for several minutes, and I took special care to squeeze and hold her luscious, round ass, and played my tongue and lips over her erect nipples. She moaned quietly, and at the same time, gently stroked my dick, coaxing me towards another orgasm. “We don’t have long, Cody…” I expected her to turn around and bend over my mom’s chair, letting me take her from behind, balling in my mom’s private hobby room. The thought of doing that in her private sanctum was very enticing, and I waited for Olivia to turn away from me.
Instead, she grabbed the pillow off Mom’s chair and put it at her feet, then dropped to her knees on it, putting her mouth around my cock in a swift, practiced motion. Far from the relaxed pace she had used before, she sucked hungrily, quickly. Her left hand snaked around and grabbed my ass, trapping me there, as if I would ever want to escape her loving lips. Her right hand traveled upward along my thigh, and came to rest cupping my balls, which she stroked softly while sucking my cock.
Putting one hand on the side of her head, I stroked her hair, feeling her face and cheeks while she gave me the most dangerous, most welcome cocksucking of all time. “Liv…” I whispered, desperate for my mom to stay out as long as possible, let Olivia’s wonderful blowjob last and last…
I glanced around the room for a towel or piece of fabric we could clean the inevitable mess off the floor when I came, something to wipe it off her breasts and cheeks, and the one stream that would drip down between her huge tits, down her belly, over her navel to end up tangled in her black, kinky bush…
“Oh, Liv, baby, I’m going to…cum…” I whispered through gritted teeth, fighting to prolong the wonderful agony before my orgasm. My ears were keened for the sounds of a door, any interference at all, but the only noises were my moans, and the soft, wet sounds of Liv’s lips and tongue on my shaft. She kept sucking, and I thought she was playing it very close, too close if she didn’t want me to…
My groan filled the tiny sewing room, and she squeezed my ass as my balls pumped squirt after squirt of cum down the length of my cock…straight into Liv’s mouth. Oh, no! It felt incredible, but I was worried when I realized what was happening. She hates having guys cum in her mouth! But her grip on my buttocks didn’t loosen, even tightened, holding me in place as I disgorged load after creamy load between her lips, bathing her tongue, filling her mouth. She made a soft, gratified mmm… sound, still bobbing her head, extracting the last of it out of my balls, which throbbed with each weakening squirt.
Once my balls stopped pumping, Olivia’s throat worked for a moment, and she stood up and gave me a wide, sly grin. “Surprised?”
I was actually astonished. Not a single drop or smear of cum was on her lips, or her cheeks. Her breasts were dark and full and had absolutely no sticky remnants drying on them. I didn’t look at the carpet, hers or the room’s, but I knew none had gotten there, either.
“You…swallowed?” I was very flattered, very grateful, and I hoped it had been on purpose.
Looking very pleased with herself, she leaned in and kissed me, and I tasted just a little bit of my semen on her breath. “I swallowed,” she confirmed needlessly. “Just for you, Cody. I didn’t want to get cum or anything else where your mom sews, and the musky smell in the air after you’ve been in my twat would be even more obvious. So, I swallowed it all. Every delicious drop!” She hugged me tight. “I love you so much!”
I was overwhelmed, staggered, but managed to murmur back, “I love you, Liv.”
She grabbed her sundress and pulled it over her head, letting it drift down her body past her magnificent tits, then past her hips. She smoothed it down, and I pulled my swimsuit and t-shirt back on, still panting in the aftershock of cumming in her mouth.
Listening for a moment at the door, Olivia stepped out into the hall. “I’m going to rinse in the hall bathroom, baby.” She closed the door, and I heard the bathroom door shut a moment later.
After replacing Mom’s cushion on her sewing chair, I crept out into the hall and looked for my shoes, which it turned out I’d dropped without a thought by the front door. Retrieving them, I sat on the steps to the second floor, putting them on, just as my mom came in with a couple of bags of groceries from the garage. Startled, I jumped up, and Olivia came out of the bathroom at the same moment.
“Olivia!” My mom looked happy to see her, and I felt trapped between them.
“You ready to go, Sally? Just got here and had to duck into the bathroom. You don’t mind?” Liv’s face was damp, and I knew she had rinsed her mouth out, and applied fresh lipstick. I noticed the white straps under her sundress, and realized she had also put on some underwear for their outing, doubtless hidden in her purse when she arrived.
“Not at all. Ready in just a few minutes.” Then to me, “Cody, would you grab the last couple of bags from the car for me?”
“Sure… Where are you going?” I felt completely blindsided, and Olivia looked utterly innocent, smiling placidly at my mother. So that’s how she knew Mom was out… A grudging appreciation for my beautiful girl’s sexy and devious nature made itself known in my thoughts.
“Salon. Aren’t you running a little late for practice, Cody?” I was, but wouldn’t have traded our tryst for anything, and the extra ten laps Coach would saddle me with would be well worth it.
Olivia came to my rescue. “Why don’t we drop him off, once he gets those groceries in?”
My mom nodded assent, and I dashed into the garage for the last two bags, all dry goods and cans, so they could wait to be put away. We piled into the station wagon, and I got dropped off with only two minutes to spare.
“Bye Cody! Let me know if you’re going to be late for dinner!”
Olivia turned to me, and said, “Have fun, Cody!” I was the only one who saw the wicked grin on the lips that had sucked me dry minutes ago. I wanted very badly to kiss her goodbye, but that would have gone over…poorly.
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Late Sunday afternoon, Jack and Carla were finally back over at their dad’s place, and Olivia and I reunited happily, spending several minutes in the conversation pit renewing our ardor with lingering kisses and her blouse and bra making it onto the cushions beside us.
“Liv,” I gasped after my lips were momentarily not otherwise occupied, “I can’t believe you came over the other day!”
“Of course I did! Your mother suggested we get our hair done together, and she wanted to grill me about the new man in my life. I admitted nothing, but she sees how happy I am nowadays. Maybe I should try looking sad and lonely so no-one else asks…” She wriggled and looked very satisfied.
“I really didn’t expect you, Liv. That blowjob was just…” I trailed off.
“Wonderful?,” she finished for me. She touched my cheek with her palm. “I know I’m your first lover, the first woman you’ve been with, but you’re really very good at it, and you’re picking things up very fast. I love you.” She grinned for me. “Also, I feel like a horny teenager whenever I’m around you. Another deep, dark secret, I never snuck over to a boyfriend’s house to suck his cock when his mom was coming home!”
“You are so wonderful, Liv. Maybe it’s just that I haven’t had time to get into bad habits?” Her unabashed love and willingness to share with me had been a revelation, and I knew instinctively it would stay with me all my life.
She leaned in and kissed me again, deliriously happy. “You have very good habits, my love. You are attentive”—kiss—”tender”—kiss—”sooo sexy. I haven’t been this happy in years. No pressure, but you’re spoiling me for anyone else, and I love it!”
She hadn’t meant to say it that way I’m sure, but there it was. Someday she and I wouldn’t be together, and she knew it. I’d always known it, too; no fantasies about marrying her and living together, with lots of happy and ever-present sex, but a wave of sadness washed over me for just a moment.
Olivia saw it in my eyes, and a shadow crossed over her face. She kissed me again, and hugged me tight. “I’m sorry, Cody. I didn’t mean to put it like that. I don’t want anybody else, and I’m not thinking about any future guys in my life. I love you, and I’m here with you, my wonderful man.”
“No, s’okay.” I looked at her and smiled. “I wasn’t thinking about the future either, and it just caught me by surprise.”
We spent the next hour just holding each other quietly.
After sundown, we pretended that topic never came up, and happily made love all night, and well into the early hours of Monday morning.