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Alarm Clock

By: comma_despliced



5:15: the alarm clock blared crassly, and Linda Newcomb's eyes eagerly popped open and a smile crept across her face. She let the sheets fall off her naked body as she turned off the alarm. It was still dark outside. The house was quiet as her four children slept.

The cool morning air chilled Linda's body as she left the warmth of her bed. Her nipples hardened, and she slid under the hot stream of water as soon as it was ready. Linda took her time washing her short brunette hair and lathering up her body. The water pounded against her face and breasts, and snaked down over all the places she longed to be caressed. She relished feeling clean, pristine, worthy of adoration. She shaved her legs, and pussy, leaving only a small patch of hair above her clit. The room filled with the steam from the shower and Linda idly let a finger trace circles around her freshly shaven cunt.

The faucet dribbled its last drops of warm water on Linda's head after she turned off the stream. She reluctantly stepped out of the shower, cognizant that she had a schedule to keep, and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. She brushed her teeth, flossed, and gargled some mouthwash, admiring her pearly white teeth sparkling in her broad smile. 

At 43, her smile could still stop traffic. Linda carefully applied a thin layer of subtle makeup: some blush, I light shade of pink lipstick, and a little bit of eye liner. She examined her face closely, noting each line in the corner of her eyes dispassionately. She thought she looked younger than she did even five years ago-- somehow more radiant. Her eyes belied her excitement, and it made her look youthful. 

5:47: the sun was starting to show over the horizon and the frosted window in her bathroom was beginning to glow just a little. Linda blow-dried her hair quickly, and it fell gently to chin-length. Her bangs swept across her forehead, and covered her right eye just a little. She tousled her hair with the expertise of a woman of meticulous grooming. Satisfied with her hair and makeup, Linda found a pair of black stockings and garter belt from her dresser. She pulled the stockings up her thigh, right leg first, and smoothed the nylon against her toned calf and thigh. She repeated with her left leg and gently attached the black satin garter around her waist. She delicately selected a pair of black stiletto heels from her closet, and made some final adjustments. This was all she intended to wear for the morning.

Right at 6, she opened the door of her room and walked no more than ten steps down the hall to her oldest son Kevin's room. Kevin was 23, and finishing up at a local university. He would have to be at class by 8. Kevin was sound asleep, splayed out across the bed, with the comfortor draped sloppily over his naked form. Linda approached him quickly and efficiently, peeled the comforter off his body and brought her mouth directly to his cock, kneeling down and taking his soft head in her mouth and gently tonguing the delicate slit. She pushed her hands up Kevin's chest, rubbing his toned abdomen on the way up, and grazing her nails against his skin on the way down. Around the time his cock reached its full eight and a half inches, Kevin woke up with a loud groan. 

"Mmmmmmmm. Good morning, mom."

Linda let Kevin's dick slip from her mouth with an audible pop. "Morning, honey." Linda kissed her son's cock shaft sloppily. "You got a nice big load for mommy this morning?"

"Keep sucking me like that and you'll find out before long. "

Linda smiled up at her son and resumed work on his cock, bobbing her head on his member with a persistent rhythm that kept Kevin right on the edge of control. She lowered a hand to his cock, and jerked it slowly as she removed her mouth. Her other hand gently cradled his balls. Grinning widely, her eyes met his. "Good."

Kevin grabbed a handful of his mother's hair and guided her back to his dick. She kissed gently around the shaft, flicking her tongue, and moaning lightly against her son's throbbing morning wood. She worked further down the shaft until his balls rested against her chin. When she finally relented, she asked: "Want me to tongue your balls, honey?" 

"Oh god yes, mom."

Linda sucked gently on her son's scrotum,, playfully batting her tongue against the source of his youthful vigor. Swirling. Sucking. Flicking. Tongue-bathing. She took one of his balls entirely into her mouth and sucked hard, pulling gently down. When she let his nut fall from her mouth, she responded by trailing her tongue the length of his shaft to his sensitive head, and resumed her hot mouth's assault on her son's engorged cock flesh.

Now fully awake, Kevin propped himself up on his elbows in his first attempt to get up. When Linda felt him shift, she plunged her mouth over his cock as deep as she could take him. "Ungh...mmmmmuuuuuhhhhhhh" Kevin groaned. "Mom, if you don't cool it, I'm not gonna make it long enough to fuck you this morning." Linda let her son's cock fall from her mouth. "Awww, honey" Linda chided playfully "you got a nice big load you want to shoot in mommy's pussy?" Kevin's cock jumped in her hand as he audibly tried to control his breathing. "Uh huh,"

Linda stood up slowly, and walked to the other side of the room, letting her son regain his composure. She bent over his desk, showing her long sinewy legs in black nylons, accentuated by her heels. Her pussy was splayed open at the top of her spread legs. She looked over her shoulder at her son as he rose, the look of lust clarifying in his eyes.

"Fill me up, sweetie."

Kevin jumped off the bed, his erection wobbling lewdly as he hurried behind his mother and placed his bulbous cockhead against his mother's slit. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" his mother purred as her juices slathered her son's cock. "Don't make me beg for it, honey"

Kevin chuckled lightly as he pressed his cock quickly into his mother's pussy. Linda gasped as she felt Kevin push inside her abruptly. Kevin continued to pull her hips as he pressed into her. Kevin started thrusting with vigor, with hard, deep thrusts in, and a slow retreat. He pushed is mother's slender abdomen and juicy chest into the desk. When Kevin broke his rhythmic pounding and slapped Linda's ass a couple times, Linda squealed in delight and threw her head back. Kevin responded by grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling sharply Linda shivered to her first orgasm of the morning .

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!"

Kevin rode his mother through her jerks and twitches. As her orgasm subsided subsided, he glanced across the room at the neon green glow of the alarm clock. 6:34. He'd have to hurry if he was going to make it to class on time. Kevin's thrusts increased in pace and urgency. His arms strained as he pumped his mother aggressively, grunting obscenely each time his balls slapped against his mother's pussy. Linda looked back over her shoulder past her son and saw the alarm clock. "Shit." She thought. She had a schedule to keep. Regrettably, she was going to have to keep this quick. And she knew just how to speed her son up.

"Oh honey, you make mommy cum so hard." Kevin's thrusts slowed a little as she began her dirty talk. "Mommy wants you to cum now too, sweetie. Cum in mommy's cunt. Shoot that hot load into mommy, baby. Oh jesus, honey, fill me up. Fill my womb up with your cream. Pound your mommy's pussy, honey." Linda looked over her shoulder and smiled wickedly at her son, who was still trying to control himself. With each thrust, every muscle in his upper body tensed as he threw himself into her.

"That's right, baby, Fuck mommy. Mmmmmm." Kevin thrust faster. 

"Uh...Ugh...Ahhh....Ooh....Shoot it....Shoot it...Shoot your jizz into my womb."

Kevin jerked her hair back hard and bit his mother's earlobe and whispered "My fucking slutty mother"

"Your slut, honey. Give me that cream." Kevin moaned loudly as he thrust deep into his mother and began spurting thick ropes of cum into his mother's twat. Kevin's legs went slack as he leaned against his mother's ass. Linda closed her eyes and felt her son's seed sloshing around inside her as his cock slowly softened. When she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the alarm clock. 6:50.

"Hurry up, young man. You're going to be late."

As Kevin pulled out of his mother's pussy, he gave her a playful slap on the ass. "You're the best, mom."

"Remember that when Kylie's grabbing at your dick today" Linda said, referring to Kevin's girlfriend. You've got a better place to dump that load at home."

Kevin smiled as he closed the door to his bathroom. "I'll remember." Linda continued to lay on the desk until she felt Kevin's sperm begin to slide out of her hole. She was content with the afterglow, but as a single mother always is, she was pressed for time. The next room down the hall belonged to May, Linda's 20 year old daughter. She had to be up by 7 to get to the University by 9. Linda had something special in mind.

Alarm Clock



There was something about watching this man as he slept. To me, it was a beautiful thing. There was something about the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his face looked so peaceful as he dreamed, and the quiet snoring sounds he made as he slept. Watching this man as he slept was what made my day start off great every morning. 

This one day, in particular, was no different from any other. I had woken up in our standard spoon set with his arms wrapped tightly around me and my naked body nestled into the curvatures of his own. It was nine in the morning, and I knew that Jeremy was not waking up any time soon, unless he had some type of motivation. However, there were things that needed to be done, and if I needed to play alarm clock, I was more than happy to oblige.

Jeremy was notorious for being such a hard sleeper, and this worked to my advantage as I ripped the covers from our naked bodies and gently pulled his arms from around my waist. I turned over and watched him stir and turn over on his back just like I wanted him to. I paused to admire his beautiful body and it took my breath away every single time. My eyes drifted down his body from the top of his head down to the bottom of his feet. They scanned the neatly trimmed patch of hair and the smooth space below that marked the beginning of his happy trail. My eyes continued their journey passing over his softened, sleepy dick to his muscular thighs and stopping at his calves. His body was a work of art, and it was all mine to enjoy for as long as he allowed me to. 

He was absolutely perfect.

I watched him for a few minutes longer before gently running a finger across his face. The prickles of unshaven hair tickled my fingertips as I ventured down his neck to his chest. His nipples peaked at my touch and I couldn't help but giggle at their responsiveness. Moving over to his arm, my fingers gently cupped themselves around his bicep. I always marveled at how well he took care of himself. He ran track and played football in high school and here he was three years later, still muscular and physically fit. My fingers ran across all the curves of his muscles, branding each of them in my mind. Each bulge, each depression, each rise, and each fall, categorized and filed away in my mind for later retrieving. I memorized each part of his body as my hand traced him all avoiding his dick. It would receive its own personal attention soon.

After my fingers finished their journey stopping at his ankles, my lips began their own. I kissed his calves and his thighs and gently nipped his hip bone with my teeth and tongue. Further up, I peppered his torso with kisses up to his neck and stopped just at his jaw. His body shifted as he continued dreaming of the beautiful woman loving on his body just as I was not knowing what was in store for him.

It was times like this that made me happy that Jeremy was a heavy sleeper. It gave me time to admire and show my appreciation for the things that he would do for me. My hands drifted once again finally giving much needed attention to his slowly swelling member. It was still soft, but his lower half was defiantly aware that I was there. Starting at his thigh, my finger traced all the way up just barely touching the side of his dick feeling it come to life against my hand. I looked up his face to see my darling husband still sound asleep, deep in his fantasy world where the woman of his dreams was touching him in his most sensitive areas making him squirm and writhe and pleasure. I watched his face as I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and smiled when I heard him quietly moan in his sleep. 

My eyes drifted back down his body. I watched every rise and fall of his chest; every hitch in his breaths as I began to slowly stroke his full length. I watched as he grew under the skillful ministrations of my fingers and my mouth began watering at the possibilities. I've been checking alot of things off my "never done" list and this one was a no-brainer. My eyes flicked over to the clock on the bedside table and saw that I had been exploring my lover's body for almost thirty minutes now. Jeremy had slept long enough. It was time to wake up. 

Loud pulsating heartbeats was all I heard as I continued to stroke his dick slowly. I was excited and there was no denying it. I felt my juices slide down my thighs as I sat up and bent over his waist. His dick stood proud at seven and three quarter inches and I couldn't wait to taste. My tongue flicked out running across his swollen head, tasting a small drop of his pearly liquid. Sweet and musky as always, and I refused to have it any other way .

He stirred for a moment before settling down once again into his quiet slumber before I began my work. My lips wrapped around his head as I slowly slid downward taking in each inch and tasting his manliness. My fingers remained tight against his base just above his balls, as my lips worked his shaft. I wasn't even trying hard. I was still half lit. I didn't want him to come while he was sleeping. That was his reward if he woke up. 

His body became ever more aware as his dreams became even more vivid. My heart pounded faster in my ears as I began to suck harder. His hips began slowly thrusting in rhythm with the movements of my head. A hand ran across the top of my head before grabbing a firm grip of my ponytail, and I couldn't help but smirk a little to myself. He was wide awake and ready to play.

He rolled his hips lightly as I rolled my tongue across his head. A low moan rumbled through his body as his hand slid from my hair down to my shoulders. It further explored past my shoulders to the dip in my back to to my abundant hips where it sat gently squeezing. I opened my eyes and looked up to meet his dark brown ones. His eyes were glazed over in pleasure as I gently squeezed his balls and sucked him hard. I knew he was close. SO close. And just before things got too heavy, I stopped it all. But kept lightly stroking his dick. 

"What," the question came out in a low strain. 

"Are you awake?" I asked playfully with a giggle and a wicked gleam in my eyes.

Jeremy looked at me in disbelief and nodded. "Yes, I am very much awake now," he growled. "You now have my attention."

I smiled as I sat up and swung my leg over straddling his waist and sitting on his dick as it laid on his stomach. I looked down to see the head of his shaft peaking from under my clit as I sat comfortably on top of him. "How much of your attention do I have?"

He looked up and ran his hands down my body in appreciation. Fingertips grazed my breasts before settling down on my hips and waist. His fingers drifted to play with my clit as he said, "All the attention you want, babygirl."

I slowly rocked my hips back and forth rubbing my moist lips against his shaft as he played with my little ball of pleasure. The smile on his face was evident, and I braced myself for what was to come. 

"I know you want this inside you," he whispered. 

My eyes darkened as I stared at him unable to catch my words. His long fingers worked magic against my clit as I grinded against him making any type of verbal communication almost impossible. He knew he had me and was more than happy to use it against me. The smile on his face grew as he stopped all movement. After catching me off guard he murmured a little more sternly, "I know you want this inside you, Gabrielle."

I gave an attempt at words only to fail. Jeremy's fingers found my clit and pinched me bringing me back down to earth. 

"I won't give it to you until you tell me, Gabrielle," the threat came so easily that it made me think: As hard as he is, there's no way he would last as long as he made it seem. I was tempted to test his ass when the unforgiving pinch cut through my thoughts once again. "I take it as a no then? I guess I'm going back to sleep."

The tease, I thought as I grabbed his biceps and looked at him. "I want it," my voice husky from the anticipation I felt running through my veins. He knew just how to play me to get the correct reaction and I loved every minute of the games he played. 

"I'm sorry," he said with a devilish smile as he began rubbing my juices across my clit once again. "I didn't hear you. Say what now?" 

I cursed him repeatedly in my head as I said again a little louder "I said I want it."

"Thought so," he murmured.

Before I could process any more thoughts, Jeremy lifted me up and carefully aimed his hard dick at my soaked hole before spearing me and making me cry out in pure pleasure. I tried to move but none of my body parts obeyed any of the mental commands given. I felt him flexing deep inside me and his hands rested on my hips making me shiver and squirm against him. 

"Ride me," his voice was deeper as he struggled to maintain his bearing as I sat on top of him.

My body obeyed him and began rocking against his cradled dick. Together, we rode in sync and in rhythm with each other like we were meant for each other. My blood rushed faster in my ears as his hands cupped my breasts. My nipples peaked at his touch as they grazed the calluses in his hands and the stimulation made me ride him even harder. 

Jeremy only enjoyed the ride for a few moments longer before throwing me off his dick and onto my back. Rough Jeremy had come out to play and I loved every minute of it when he did. 

"You know where I want you," he said as he sat up onto his knees and I knew that position all too well.

I scrambled from my back up to my hands and knees with my face in a pillow and my abundant ass facing him. It's a sight that he had fallen in love with and was all to accustomed to. I felt him moving behind me before his dick was slowly sliding inside my warmth. As the last inch sunk in, he sat there for a moment or two enjoying it as my walls squeezed him gently. His hands gripped my hips and I braced myself for the first power-filled thrust.

I squealed out in pleasure as his head grazed my G-spot, but that did not stop him. Mercilessly, he pounded my pussy, his balls slapping my clit with every thrust. With every moment that passed, my squeals escalated to cries then bottomed out with full blown screams of absolute pleasure. My arms collapsed under me from the force of his thrusts and I buried my face in the pillow muffling my screams.

I visualized the smile on his face as he looked down my body from his vantage point. Beautiful peanut butter skin tone, abundant ass right above the soaking wet pussy that was accepting his dick, and my head deep in the pillows as I cried his name over and over again.

A hand left my hips as he continued thrusting and grabbed my ponytail pulling me upwards away from my pillow. The angle my body was at forced his dick deeper inside me and I had no chance. I felt him throbbing deep inside me as he got closer to the edge. My cries and screams became louder as his thrusts became more frantic and needy. My walls squeezed him until there was nothing left to squeeze and everything went black as I came. My juices flooded his dick as he continued to thrust. The moment he felt my walls collapse on him, all movement stop. His dick swelled as time stopped as his own liquids mixed with my own.

Moments later, Jeremy pulled out and laid down pulling me beside him in our spoon set. I relished the feel of his hairy chest against my back as we laid there waiting for our breathing and heart rates to slow back down. I couldn't help but smile before turning over to kiss his lips.

"How do you like your new alarm clock," I asked playfully.

"I love it," he replied as he kissed my face. "However, after a workout like that, I need the snooze button for rest. Is the result the same after it goes off a second time? Or is that just for the first wake up?"

I couldn't help but smirk as I replied, "I think a second wakeup can be arranged."