16 Jul 2015
Rob Whitlocks Mum
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When I first went to college I was living in a bedsit and befriended a bloke who went to my college who lived local and was obviously a lot richer, well I went round there one day and saw his mum, very snobby, well spoken but hot, blonde, biggish tits, great figure especially as she was in her 40's and beautiful and was not very impressed with me, in fact almost rude as to her I was lower class.
Well one night we went out and ended back at my mates place a bit drunk and I had no money for a taxi and she reluctantly agreed to allow me to sleep on the sofa, the next morning she came in and told me that I needed to get up as breakfast was ready, she then started moaning about cups left on the floor, I was a little hung over but couldn't help noticing that she was wearing a very clinging satin black short dressing gown, it showed very clearly her great figure and also she was naked underneath, this made my cock start to erect. But that was nothing she went over to pick up a cup from the floor and her gown rode up over her ass and I got a full view of her slit, it was amazing, her pink lips like rose petals. She ten picked something else up and noticed a stain, while she was inspecting this, I got a prolonged view of her anus and her vagina, the petals had parted and I was sure I could see some beads of juice. I was fully erect now.
There was a problem my trousers were across the room.
"Come on I told you breakfast was ready"
I explained I was in my underpants.
"Come you've got nothing to embarrass me."
I tried to wrap my duvet around me to hide my erection.
She lost patience and pushed my trousers in my hand and pulled away the duvet.
"Here, little boy"
But as she grabbed the duvet off me, my cock emerged from between the flies of my boxers, fully erect standing proudly,she looked at it for a moment then smiled for the first time at me "Hardly a little boy,."
She then did something even more incredible, her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of my penis and started to gently wank me off.
Her dreamy blue eyes looked at me and said "That nice?"
I was young and at that question twitched and a fountain of spunk spurted out and streaked across her black gown like lightening, and proceeded to spurt a huge wad of spunk on her gown. She looked at the mess and held the huge patch from underneath, then used her the fingers of her other hand to scoop it up and parted her finger my spunk stringing between them, then looked at me and continue to look at me as she slowly stated to lick it slowly from her fingers like it was ice cream, she swallowed every drop of that sticky vile mess.
I didn't say a word as we went into breakfast with Ron and his dad, ironically of porridge, I eat mine still in a state of shock and couldn't stop looking at the patch of now dry sperm on her gown, her son noticed and she said she spilled some porridge.
Her son bought it and then asked me if i wanted to go with him to rugby with his dad, Mrs Whitlock said scoldingly I'd agreed to help my mum with the shopping and should not go back on my word, then winking I went along and Rob didn't seem to twig my mum was the other end of the country. She then said to pay for the breakfast and stay I could help her to carry some washing out to the line, before handing them their scarves. The car drove off and Mrs Whitlock than said "You can keep your mouth shut?"
I nodded, she then let her gown slip to the floor, run her finger over her cunt lips which were absolutely dripping and rubbed the collected fluid over my lips, it tasted wonderful, grabbed my hand and went to the bedroom where she taught me how to fuck, I can remember her riding my cocking in state of ecstasy repeating time after time " Fuck me with your elephant cock, fuck me with your elephant cock!"
When I left late in the afternoon he made it clear I could fuck her whenever it was convenient and that her husband wouldn't mind as long as we were discreet, I never called her anything else other than Mrs Whitlock and on our second or third meet I mentioned anal sex she laughed as I said in the fashion of "Can I fuck your ass, Mrs Whitlock?" like could I have a drink of water.
Sshe often came to my bedsit, as my house mates listened in the hall to me going up her shitter.