Amanda’s Cougar Mom
Introduction:
Amanda’s mom checked me out before she let me date her.
Amanda’s mom checked me out before she let me date her.
It was my first year at Uni. My first time away from the farm. I didn’t have many friends. I was studying too hard doing a computer course. Spending long hours on the campus super computer during the day. Working late into the night in my room. The friends I had were most all on line.
We had compulsory group registration every Thursday, just a random bunch of students with a tutor who was supposed to mentor us. Mostly we just shouted ‘yeah’ when our name was called and went away again.
It was quite a shock one Thursday when Amanda who I never even spoke to before said “Hey Steve, you seen that new movie yet?” like right out of the blue.
“Er no,” I said as I hadn’t seen a movie in months.
“You want to take me? Tomorrow maybe?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said nervously.
“You better come round later, after class so Mama can check you out, ok?” she said brightly.
She handed my a piece of paper with her number and address on it.
“Sure,” I agreed.
My legs were wobbling, my knees knocking. Amanda was a knock out. Long blonde hair. Blue eyes. Long blonde legs doing way up. Big ripe breasts, E cup maybe, bursting out of a tiny sun dress. Big smile. Like a film star right out of a big budget porno.
I walked away trying to disguise my horn. Gee was I turned on. I just couldn’t figure why she hit on me.
I just went to my room, found I didn’t have a clean shirt so I went and bought one, I found some brand new Levis and cleaned my shoes, even combed my hair and went around her place at five thirty.
I knocked the door. Amanda’s mom answered. “Hi, I’m Steve, Amanda invited me over?” I said awkwardly.
Amanda’s mom was like an older bolder version of Amanda. Her face was lined from too much sun. Her hair was bleached an unnatural shade of honey blonde. The tiny top and miniskirt she wore just showed off her magnificent tits to perfection as she teetered on four inch heels.
She sort of sneered at me, “Oh, so you’re this mysterious Steve? The next Bill Gates?”
“Gee I hope so,” I said. “But I’m just doing a course right now.”
“Then you better come in,” she suggested, “Drink?”
“Coke would be great,” I ventured.
“Bourbon or Bud, we don’t have soda in this house.”
“Ok, I’m Ok thanks.” I apologised.
“Sit down,” she said as we got to the parlour. She sat on the couch. I sat in a chair facing her.
She uncrossed her legs showing a pair of tiny panties.
“So Steve, do you want to suck my tits first of just get right on and fuck me?” she asked.
“What?” I demanded.
“You don’t date Amanda for her brains do you Steve?” she sighed. “She’s like me, Steve, 36 E, Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma’am.”
“Uh, she seems real nice to me,” I blustered as my tool swelled uncomfortably in my pants.
“So I have to check her dates out Steve,” she explained, “To stop guys taking advantage of my little girl.”
“Sure,” I agreed, “Ask away.”
She looked me right in the eye, “I don’t want to ask anything Steve, I just need to know what you have in your pants!”
“I can’t just drop my pants and show you!” I protested.
“Sure you can,” she replied. “You can see mine.” She said as she pushed the crotch of her panties aside to show a neatly shaved snatch.
“Gee!” I gasped.
“So drop your pants tiger, lets see how you’re hung!” she ordered.
My hands shook so she helped me drop my pants. I was nervous. Kind of excited at the same time. My tool was about half hard.
“My you are a big boy!” she said appreciatively as my pants hit the floor, “But size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.”
“Look Ma’am I can’t just fuck with you,” I protested.
“Sure you can honey,” she said. “You just kneel right down before me and let me guide him in!”
I done what she asked. I kneeled down on the carpet in front of her and she shuffled forward and I just rose up some and she guided my weenie into her sopping hole.
Man it felt good as my weenie slid into her velvety snatch. Most times I just goofed off or paid Widow Jenkins $20 to screw her but this was genuine A grade fuckmeat.
Man was it good. My tool just swole right up, nigh on a foot long I reckon. Widow Jenkins always reckoned I was hung like a black fella and my weenie was trying to prove just that.
I wasn’t no expert on fucking, I never knew how long to keep humping before I shot my load or anything but I figured we had a half hour or so so I weren’t in no hurry.
She got kind of agitated after a while, sort of gasping and rolling her eyes, “You Ok?” I asked.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, “Don’t stop!”
She seemed mighty excited, her insides was boiling like a volcano, her eyes shone, she looked real happy. I felt pretty happy too to be honest. I like making folks happy. I looked at my watch, another twelve minutes.
“My back hurts,” she complained.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
“No just lie on the floor I’ll go on top!” she suggested greedily.
I pulled out of her and led down on the floor and she came and kneeled down over me and sank her sopping cunt down on me and started bouncing up and down. Her breasts were flopping up and down and it felt real swell for a while, then she wanted to lean over the end of the couch while I took her from behind.
I kind of lost track of time. Next thing I knew the door flew open and Amanda was standing there laughing.
“Haha!” she said, “Just look at you. Fucking the class nerd!”
“Amanda!” her Mom protested, “He jumped me!”
“Oh sure, like every other boyfriend I bring home,” Amanda observed, “Strange how they always jump you.”
“Your Mom’s mighty pretty Amanda,” I explained, “I kind of got carried away.” I said as I kept right on poking her.
“Ohhhhh,” Amanda’s mum cried out, “Oh my lord I do believe I’m going. Oohhhhh Stephen, Steve, please!”
I figured it was as good a time as any to shoot my load, I got a real good grip on her big boobies and just upped the tempo a tad and shot my load deep inside her. Bang. Bang. Bang. About four real big squirts of juice and then a few little ones and we was done.
“Mother that was disgusting,” Amanda said. “Having the class nerd bring you off, how low can you go?”
“We ain’t tried Anal yet,” I suggested.
“No!” Amanda’s mum agreed, “And we are not going to, your schlong would rip me in half.”
“So can I take Amanda out?” I asked.
“Look moron there is no way in the world I would let you take me out!” she said. “I’m just teaching mom a lesson by bringing the most weedy; useless; boring; nerdy guy I could find home, and she still jumped you.”
“Amanda that is a horrible thing to say,” her mom insisted, “Steve here is quite sweet.”
“Oh get dressed and get out!” she said.
I was finished so I pulled out of her mom and looked for a napkin or something to wipe my dick.
“Gee!” Amanda gasped as she saw my schlong, “Is that for real!”
“Well it ain’t no one elses,” I explained.
“Oh gee!” Amanda gasped, “I sure see why you don’t want Anal!”
“I guess I better be going,” I said sadly, “It sure was a pleasure fucking you Ma’am.”
“And you Steve, you want to come round again tomorrow maybe?” she asked.
“Mom, I am not going out with Steve!” Amanda insisted.
“Honey,” her mom replied, “Steve fucks like a $1000 a time gigolo, and he does it for free. You find your own guy. Steve is mine.”
“Maybe I could date you both?” I suggested.
“Oh yeah, great,” Amanda sighed sarcastically, “What take it in turns, me at weekends you weekdays.”
“Nope, like tag team, one gets sore and I swap over and do the other.” I suggested hopefully.
“Yeah like you got anything left after Momma? I saw you fucking for over half an hour!” Amanda chided, “I’ll tell you what, you want me, you fuck me right now.”
I turned towards her. She was real gorgeous. My tool stretched out.
“Er, I was kidding right?” Amanda responded.
“Come to momma,” Amanda’s mom suggested and she lay on the floor with her legs spread so wide and inviting that it woud have been rude to resist.
Poor Amanda’s eyes were wide like saucers as I eased my tool inside her mom. I started humping. “Oh gee Steve you’re like some animal robot fucking machine!” Amanda gasped.
We fucked for maybe five minutes, “Cramp,” Amanda’s mother said, “My back.”
“Ok, I get it,” Amanda admitted, “Ok Tiger its my turn,” and she pulled down her panties and lay right down beside her mom.
I pulled out of Amanda’s Mum and plunged into Amanda without hardly missing a stroke.
“Oh Steve you’re too big!” she cried. I hadn’t thrust more than a dozen times before she was hollering and wailing. Tears ran down her cheeks and she near tore her T shirt off so she could twist her titties as she started to cum.
“My turn again, doggy style this time please,” Her mom cried. I swapped over once again and poked her from behind and held her tits and everything. Gee it was good.
“Guess I’m going to shoot my load pretty soon,” I said, “Who wants it.”
“Just let it go,” Amanda’s Mom pleaded.
“No fuck me with it,” Amanda pleaded.
“You’ll get pregnant hon, just shoot!” Amanda’s Mom warned.
“Fuck my face Steve. Shoot your creamy cum down my throat.” Amanda suggested.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I agreed so I pulled out of her Mom and stood before Amanda.
Amanda kneeled down and started to get her lips around my shaft. Her mom was real pissed off until I grabbed a handfull of her snatch as she stood by me. I got four fingers in her and my thumb on her clit. She gasped.
Amanda wormed her mouth over my tool so only my balls were in fresh air. The end of my tool was deep in her throat, there was no way she could breathe and then I started pumping cum again. Man it was the best ever. Amanda milking my cum and her Mom stood there with me wanking her to her O it was perfect.
Poor Amanda had to wank herself off but I’d loosened her off pretty good so she had her fist inside her and I reckon we all cummed at the same one time.
Gee was it good.
“What about the Movie?” I asked.
“Too tired,” Amanda sighed.
“Why don’t we all have a quiet night in?” Amanda’s mom suggested.
“My bedroom, watch a porno, do some tag team practice?” Amanda’s Mom suggested.
“Steve’s my boyfriend, if we stay in its in my bed!” Amanda insisted.
“I’m easy,” I said, “I got more than enough cock juice for the both of you!”
