Play Things II
Introduction:
A new, only slightly dysfunctional family gets a visit.
I climbed aboard a substitute teacher at the end of the day, they don’t have to stay after for any duties, and had her drive me to the house on Meadow Lark lane. Meadow Lark lane is a long, slightly winding street in an older part of the city. When built these were most likely middle income homes, but as the city grew around them, the large lots made them very valuable. Most, including my destination, had been remodeled to about 3 times their origional size, and now this area was one of the most desireable in the city. Walked up to the house, rang the bell, and the door promptly opened.
“Hello, I’m Mrs. Brown.” my surigate said with an extended hand. I actually never bothered learning her name. They shook hands, I moved in, and “Mrs. Brown” walked away with a confused look about her.
Mary Dunlap was a beauty no doubt. She was 32, dark brown hair half way down her back, an even medium tan, facial features that would seem perfect, tight figure, and stunningly long, shapely legs. Her husband, Michael, was an international investment banker, he made embarrassing amounts of money, and that is exactly why she married him. He was not a bad person, or a good person for that matter, in fact, he basically had no personality at all. Mary wed him for money, he wed her for a trophy wife, and a year later, they had a son. The perfect family to present to the board of directors at events requiring such things. He worked long hours, traveled often, and was essentially absent even when present.
Thompson Dunlap, their now 12 year old son, was a victem of the ever trendy, and equally pretensious, craze of using sir names as first names. He just went by Tommy around the house. Good kid, good grades, good at sports, he really was an outstanding person overall. Blond like his dad, but tall and lean like his mom, truly the best of both of them.
Mary shut the door and I took a stroll through her life. She would do most wonderfully. We went up stairs and I examined the goods. Everything was even better under the light dress she wore. She seemed flawless. Rummage through the closet (it’s easier the trodding through memories) looking for what ever I might find. She had a wordrobe that seemed endless.
Michael, would of course, be working late tonight, but Tommy would be home in about an hour, just about enough time to get everything ready. Shower, shave, hair, dress, makeup, perfume, ready.
Tommy came bounding home just as Mary brought us down stairs.
“Wow, why are you all dressed up mom?” Tommy asked.
“Oh, just wanted to feel pretty. Am I?” she quarried.
“Sure.” Tommy said with a hint of uneasiness in his voice. 12 years old boys tend to be uncomfortable expressing such things.
I tried to walk sexy down the remaining stairs. The black skirt was above the knee several inches, and just long enough that you couldn’t see the cuff of the tan thigh highs. The slit in the back was quite high, a good thing because as tight as it was, no one would ever be able to walk in it otherwise. A loose fitting silk blouse was unbuttoned way too far, and Mary’s breasts seemed to defy gravity with subtle swaying under it. They didn’t need a bra, these were a cosmetic surgeons swan song, only they were natural, full c-cups. Black snake skin pumps finished the bottom, a long string of pearls, that was supposed to be worn as a double, hung down far, drawing the eyes where I wanted them, and matching earings did the top. I had french braided my hair in to a long pony tail.
“Do some homework, I’ll order dinner.” I told him.
“Eating alone again?” he asked.
“He hasen’t called, but I assume so.” I said, and he accepted it as normal.
Mary went and called in an order of Chinese from a place they liked, Tommy seemed to watch her as she walked away, or perhaps sauntered was a more apt description.
40 minutes later, and food arrived. I called Tommy to dinner and he was there in a moment. I brought him a plate of food, not a normal thing, but it allowed me to bend over in front of him, and linger there for a moment… or two. His eyes were transfixed, following the pearls down.
“Oh, my blouse came open.” I said with what seemed like fake embarrasment even to me. “You’re not supposed to be looking there naughty boy.” I said with a grin, and walked away. I did not button up.
Tommy’s face was a curious shade of crimson.
I went to get my plate and bring it to the table. I managed to drop a chop stick on the floor, bent over fully facing away from him. I don’t know exactly how much he saw, but I know he looked, I could feel air across my labia.
We ate at the kitchen island side by side. I brushed my leg against him more than once, I’m not sure he caught on. Young boys can be so obvlious, even young girls catch on so much faster. When I’d talk to him, I’d lay my hand on his thigh, letting it linger longer than it should. It made him squirm in his seat. The actual conversation was meaningless, but we talked and ate. After dinner he stayed in his seat, I think he didn’t want me to see the tent he’d pitched in his shorts. I stood against the counter,, beside him yet facing him. I managed to make enough small body movements that Mary’s right breast was becoming exposed, the nipple just hidden by the white silk, the areola clearly showing. He noticed.
He cleared his throat.
Mary’s phone rang.
“Hello Michael.” I said answering it. Short version, he would be late, we should eat without him. I didn’t bother telling him we already had. “Here,” I said holding the phone towards Tommy, “He wants to talk to you.”
He took the phone and I started to walk around behind him. As he started talking, I ran my hand around under his arm from behind, I ran my hand up and down his stomach a few times, I then plunged in, reached down and grabbed his already hard cock. It wasn’t the largest thing I’d ever seen, 5 inches, well proportioned, and it would do. He let out a subtle gasp.
“Fine.” he said to his dad on the phone.
I pressed up against him from behind, and stroked up and down through his shorts. He continued to talk to his dad, and I liked the control this gave me. I spun his bar stool around and had him facing me. I unbuttoned the two buttons the held the blouse together, opened it wide, and tossed it away. Tommy stared hard.
He didn’t seem to be talking at the moment, and I could sort of hear his dad through the phone rambling on about something. I reached behind his head and guided his mouth to my almost painfully hard right nipple. He was slow to move, but soon was gently nursing from me again. He abruptly pulled away.
“Yea, I’m listening.” he told the phone.
I dropped down and tugged his shorts off, tossing these aside also. The side zipper on the skirt made it easy to remove, and it soon joined the assorted clothing scattered around the room. There were no panties tonight. Tommy stared unabashedly at my pussy. Mary kept it waxed clean, and it looked good. I ran a finger through it’s wetness, and it was very wet. I was close to dripping. I put my moist finger up to his lips, he seemed hesitant, and I gently pushed past his lips where he sucked it clean.
“Mmm.” I whispered in his un used ear.
He kept speaking to his dad, I had no idea what they could be talking about this long. I swung one leg over and stradeled him in the chair, my lips pushed up against the underside of his shaft. I started tilting my hips back and forth, rubbing against his cock.
“OK, bye d-dad.” he said with a slight stutter. He never had a stutter before.
I took the phone, hit the red end button, and sat it on the counter. I lifted up, then brought my hips down, engulfing him up in one motion. He gasped, I moaned.
“Oh baby, that’s so good.” I told him. “You like that don’t you?”
He sort of nodded, staring at my breasts again, or had he ever stopped?
I started slow grinding, but I could see he was coming to a conclusion quickly, and not surprisingly. I hopped off him, not wanting him to dirty my pussy, not yet anyway. I took his hand and led him to the family room where I sat him down in his dad’s favorite chair. I opened his legs a bit, dropped to my knees in front of him, and with a wicked smile, bent forward and swallowed his cock. Tommy just sat there, stunned for about 60 seconds. After that, he started breathing hard and fast.
“ma…mom…I’m gon..” he tried speaking.
And then he shot in my mouth. His hips jerked for a minute, and hot, sticky cum shot in my mouth and got swollowed down. I pulled off his dick, and stood up, keeping eye contact the whole time, I smiled wickedly. I walked over to my purse, retrieved my lipstick, and fixed my smudged lips. I walked slowly back to him, almost naked, stockings and heels was all I had on.
“Did you enjoy that baby?” I asked.
“Yea.” the reply short and sweet.
“Go finish your homework, then maybe there will be somemore of this for you.” I used both hands to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples in front of him.
He scampered off quickly, grabbing his shorts on his way through the kitchen. I smiled as he ran. I got dressed again also, only 1 button this time. Cleaned the kitchen, gathered my things, and went to Mary’s bedroom. I tried to find something extra sexy to wear, couldn’t really find anything I liked better then the simple bit I was wearing. I took off the blouse and skirt, through on a see through black babydoll, and called it good.
“Done with your homework big fella?” I asked from his doorway.
“Almos…” he started speaking as he spun his chair around from his desk.
I walked toward him, his stunned silence filled in for his approval.
“What are you studying tonight?” I said with a bit of a spin.
“Math.” he said with no inflection in his voice.
“Let’s just see.” and I looked at the worksheet he had in front of him. “Hmmm, …” and I read off one of the problems as I sat on the edge of his bed, simple algebra stuff.
“X equals 5?” he said with a question in his voice.
“Good.” I said. I spread my legs a little, and pulled the babydoll up a few inches. I read another problem.
“X equals 8.” he said with more confidence.
“Very good.” I opened up a few more inches, and pulled the nighty up another inch, not that it actually hid anything, you could see right through it. “Next problem..”
“Y equals 7” he said
“Sorry” I said, closing my legs and pulling the nighty down.
He was so dissapointed, but he didn’t miss another problem after that. Soon I was laying back on his bed, legs splayed wide, using one hand to stroke my slit, and the other to squeeze my tits.
“I think we’ve studied enough” I suggested, and I stood up. “Get undressed and come with me.” He was naked and right behind me before I could get to his door. I took him to my bedroom, turned quickly and grabbed his erect cock. Stroking it hard, I whispered in his ear, “I’m going to let you fuck me tonight, hopefully several times, but you can’t tell, ok?”
He nodded.
I threw the comforter and blankets aside, and pushed him on to the bed. I climbed on the bed, and was quickly over his hips, labia 2 inches above the tip of his cock. I started rubbing my clit. Harder. Faster. It didn’t take long, my first orgasm washed over me with amazing release, right as it peaked, I dropped down on that young cock, and buryied it deep inside me.
“Oh fuck mommy baby, fuck mommy good.” I cried out as I bounced up and down with a furious rythem. My orgasm seemed to sustain itself, turning in to a long steady moan, as my cunt seemed alive on it’s own. As I finally started to come down from it, I could see Tommy getting ready.
“No no baby, not in mommy’s cunt yet.” I said as I jumped off him. I grabbed his cock and started to suck it, and just before I got it in he shot all over me, I swallowed the last half, the rest on my face.
“Well, you came on mommy.” I told him, as I moved up to his face. He said nothing.
I bent over and kissed him, He was very awkward and clumsy, but soon our tongues were entertwined like serpents. I don’t know if he could taste his cum in my mouth, but I could. I broke our kiss.
“You made mommy’s face dirty, lick it off.” I said as I turned my most assulted cheek to him. “Go ahead”
He licked my cheek, and down to the corner of my mouth, then we kissed again for a few minutes.
“Such a good boy.” I said, “That was fun, and I can tell you liked it to. Think you’re up for more?” I looked down at his boy dick, bald, pale, smooth, hard again. “I guess so.”
I rolled over on my back, opened up, and invited him in. “Come on baby, this is mommy’s second favorite way to get fucked.”
He crawled around and up between my legs, a couple of blind stabs that missed their mark, and I interviened.
“Slow down sweetie, let mommy help.” I reached down and guided him in. He started thrusting right away, rapid, short thrusts. It felt nice.
My phone rang again. I hoped I knew who it was, I was right.
“Hello Michael,” I said with some enthusiam, while Tommy screwed his mom good. “Dinner out [ugh] with the [ugh] German [ugh] clients [ugh]. I understand [ugh]. No, I’m [umm] I’m fine [ugh], I was just [ugh] excersizing.” I gave tommy a long sustained kiss while his dad went on. ” I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my ankels behind his tiny ass. I started pulling him hard in to me.
“I totally understand Michael.” I said in a quick statement, biting my lip to stiffel a moan. “You do your work, I’ll take care of Tommy and make sure he gets to bed.” I pulled him extra hard, his pelvis slapped against my wet pussy lips. “Just getting some excersize honey.” I pulled him hard again. Slapping wet sounds were now obvious, even through the phone. “Ok, see you about midnight.” and I hung up.
“OK baby, fuck mommy like a big boy now, give it to me hard.” And I pulled him in to me again, hard.
He was thrusting in me hard and fast, I was thrusting up at him just as hard. “OK baby, mommy’s going to cum now. Here it comes baby, keep fucking mommy no matter what…HERE I CUM BABY.” I screamed out, my hips thrust and gyrated wildly, “Fuck me hard baby.” and he did, he slammed in to me, and my orgasm ran on and onuntil he stopped.
I looked up at him, sweat matted hair streaked across my face. I brushed it aside.
“Did you cum inside mommy?” I Asked.
“Yes.” he said, looking down ashamed.
“It’s fine baby, I wanted you to. I want you to cum in mommy lots of times. OK baby?” I reasurred him.
He looked at me oddly.
“I want your cum in me, I love you and want you in me. It felt good didn’t it?” I asked
“Yea, real good mom.” he said.
“Good baby,” I said right as his semi hard cock slipped out and what seemed like way too much boy cum started flowing out of my cunt. I lay there in it, something about the nastyness of it made it all so exciting, his cum running down over my anus, making it wet, pooling in a puddle on the bed between my ass cheeks.
I reached down and started stroking it again. “Think you’ve got another one in you” I asked, I hoped. He said nothing, his young cock answered growing hard again.
“Want to see mommy’s favorite way to get screwed?” I asked.
“Yes.” he practically shouted. He was of very few words tonight.
I sat up in a puddle of cum, rolled over, and got on my hands and knees. “Come fuck mommy like this, get behind me and fuck mommy as hard as you can.”
He seemed to take that as a challenge. I spread my legs wide when I realized I was too high for him, and he went right in. His first thrust went about half way up my ass, thankfully lubed by his cum.
“Not there baby,”I said, pulling his dick out of my anus. “You don’t grt that until later.” and I gave him a smile as I guided him to the right hole.
Once in, he was like an animal. Pound, pound pound, thrusts hard and fast. The sloppy wet sounds filled the room, sweat combined with musky pussy and boy cum filled the air, and it was intoxicating. He grabbed my hips hard and was raveging me, hard and fast, I was getting close again.
“Pull my hair.”I yelled at him between moaning pants. “Pull my hair!” I yelled again louder. It shocked him, but he grabbed my pony tail and tugged. “Harder, pull it harder.” I panted out. He yanked it, I let out a long sustained moan. I hoped a little pain would finish me off, and yelling at him would sustaing him long enough to allow it to happen.
“Pull it and spank my ass.” I screamed.
He did, a tepid little pat really.
“Spank your mommy’s ass hard damn it.” and he did. He pulled my hair and my head went back, his right hand came down hard on my ass and I lost it. I screamed out louder then ever before, “Fuck yea baby,”I yelled “Fuck it hard.” and I came, I came with the best orgasm Mary had ever had. She lost control, squirted all over the bed and Tommy. Tommy came right after, adding a load of pre-pubicient boy cum to the bed. When I stopped screaming, when my cunt and ass stopped twitching, and my hips stopped shaking, I fell over on the bed, Tommy’s cock slipping out easy.
I lay there for several minutes in a pool of sex fluids, something that would normally gross me out, but Mary and I both seemed to like it for it’s nastiness, Tommy’s cum now coated my pelvis front and back, my stockings smeared in places with his young seman. Tommy sat on his haunches, exahusted.
‘Looks like I have to change the sheets.” I said to no one really.
‘Sorry mom.” Tommy, looking sad.
“Don’t be, it was so worth it. Half of it’s mine anyway.” I told him. He seemed ok with that. “Why don’t you go shower,” I told him with a kiss, a long kiss. “Ill change these sheets and take one myself.”
He left to do as told, I got out of bed, kicked off my heels, and peeled off the stockings. Then went about the bed. Showered and feeling fresh, I put the black babydoll back on, a black thong, and I went down stairs. The rest of the evening was normal. Tommy went to bed, and I waited till about 11:00 and did the same.
This was goign to be fun.
