18 comments/ 85362 views/ 18 favorites Swim Season Ch. 01 By: hotwifefan I'd like to tell you a story about a certain evening in mid-January a few years ago. I was a senior in high school and at the time a freestyle swimmer on our swim team. Where I'm from, swimming season occurs from October to March and it's always cold. I had just turned eighteen 4 months before and I guess you could say that the world was my oyster. I was strong, cocky, yet perhaps a little inexperienced when it came to life in general. Our team had a coach who could be a total asshole. (At least we thought so). If he didn't like the way you were training on any particular evening he'd simply force you to swim laps for an hour after practice was supposed to be over. Usually we swam from 3pm-6pm, but sometimes if you got picked on by coach you'd be in the pool till 7pm. On this particular evening I was out of the water on time. Seven of my buddies however, weren't as lucky. In the locker room those of us out of the water cleaned ourselves up quickly. Coach had this bad habit of wandering in to tell someone how badly they preformed on any given day and frankly, nobody wanted to hear it. I was the last out, preferring to take a full shower and clean up. (I guess I prefer the smell AXE shower gel to pool water) After washing I realized that my cock was pretty hard. In the water we swimmers endure what most would call "shrinkage". After a warm shower though, I could feel my hardness forming and realized that I hadn't had any kind of a release for a while. Two days? Was it three? It didn't matter to me at the time but what DID matter was that I could hear coach yelling in the pool area at Dusty, one of my teammates, for missing a split time. Since I couldn't stand the thought of him walking in on me, I pulled on my clothes, put on my coat, slung my bag across my chest and put my IPOD buds in my ears. One winter cap on my head pulled down did the last trick and I was ready to face the long cold walk home. I figured I could take care of myself once I got to my bedroom. I never imagined what was going to happen next. As I exited the pool doors they locked behind me and I was greeted with the sight of Dusty's mom. To this day I still don't know her first name, but I think it started with an 'A'. In any case, we always just called her Mrs. Michaels. She was an absolute milf. All the guys on the team thought so and that totally pissed Dusty off. I suppose I'd be mad too if I'd been him. Mrs. Michaels seemed to like the attention though, always going out of her way to talk to us. I clearly remember times when she'd flirt with some of my teammates, coyly asking if something she was wearing was attractive or touching someone's arm during a conversation. When she did these things it was always subtle and if someone interrupted she'd act innocent about it. Once, she even did something to me. After a meet in a crowded area she rubbed up against me and I SWEAR she deliberately pushed her firm backside into my Speedo while acting like nothing was amiss. I still recall the sensation of my cock pressing into the fold of her hot married ass. Long story short: I wanted her. This evening she was bundled up under an expensive looking black winter coat. I could tell she was probably going somewhere since she was dressed to kill. She always looked good, a result of the fact that Dusty's dad made lots of money. Tonight I could see through her coat that she had on what looked to be a red silk blouse and a business skirt. Dark hose-clad legs ended in some red heels, the kind with the little spike on the end. The heels were about as high as one could go before looking slutty. Perhaps 3" tall edging toward 4". She had a cell phone to her right ear and a Starbucks coffee in her left hand. When she saw me she smiled and motioned me over. I could hear her speaking to someone I believe was Dusty's dad. "No I'm not going to be on time. Dustin is being held after practice. Yes, that's right...I was told he's not being allowed to leave until 7" She was making gestures with her hands as she spoke and I watched light wink off the 1 Karat wedding ring she wore. While it was certainly impressive, something else held my firm attention. Mrs. Michaels always wore the reddest lipstick of any woman I've known before or since. As she talked on the phone I watched the glossy red reflect light shining down from a pool door lamp. If ever I fantasized about Mrs. Michaels when alone, cock in hand, I usually thought about her hot mouth. I covertly watched as she took a sip of her coffee and caught a glimpse of a lipstick mark left behind on the black plastic lid. "Well, I don't know honey, I guess I'll have to wait until he gets out" She was saying. "You just go without me, if I get him home soon enough I'll follow." Then he said something to her I couldn't hear and she looked directly at me. My heart skipped about 2 beats at the eye contact. She held me with her gaze while responding "Well, I've got an idea of how to kill the time so don't worry. I'll see you there." She was now smiling my way as she finished "I love you too. Bye" With that she snapped the phone shut. "Well hello Pete, I assume you weren't held over like Dustin? When you didn't come out with the other guys I figured you were." I told her that I'd been lucky then mentioned that she looked like she was going out. "Oh..I'm supposed to attend a political gathering tonight at 7, but with this new problem at hand I guess I'm not going." From there we made small talk for 5 minutes or so. As she talked I found myself looking her up and down while pretending I wasn't. Everything about Mrs. Michaels spoke of wealth right down to her perfectly French-manicured nails. I imagined what it might be like if those fingertips were wrapped around my cock instead of a Starbucks coffee cup. When the conversation turned back to the coach's temper I explained how I had dodged his wrath. "Besides", I finished "He's all bluster anyway. He doesn't scare me" "Oh so you're not scared of him then?" She asked. "Dusty says you all are." I saw a smile play at the edge of her hot looking mouth. God I wanted her. "Well I figure his problem is..." I started the sentence but held back a moment, not sure if I was brave enough to say what was really going through my mind. But then I figured: what the hell? So I looked her square in the eye and finished my thought in full. "I figure his problem is that he's divorced and doesn't have a hot looking wife like you to go home to." At this point dear reader, insert a 4 second pause. Her mouth opened a slight bit and she just looked at me before saying. "My my, you are one self-assured young man aren't you?" "4 years of swim team will do that to you ma'am" I replied, now feeling a shot of adrenaline in my chest at what I'd done. "Oh really?" she asked. "You just say what you think hmm?" I looked back and said "Sometimes. You're a milf Mrs. Michaels. All the guys think so. I'm just the only one with the balls to say it." "Perhaps you didn't notice that I'm married?" She said, flashing her ring at me. The diamond caught the light and sparkled. It was obviously expensive, a D or E color stone at the least. Wow. She wasn't smiling anymore and her eyes bored into me, like cougar examining prey. I think she was waiting to see what I was going to do. So I responded, "Like I said Mrs. Michaels, sometimes you just gotta say what you think." She considered that for a moment before pulling her car keys out of an expensive black leather Gucci purse while saying, "Tsk, Tsk. You're a cocky one. Arrogant might be a better word. I wonder what your mother might think of this the next time I speak to her at a meet?" I wasn't sure if she was angry or not. Perhaps I took things too far? My cock was raging in my pants so logic wasn't exactly playing in the front of my mind. Not sure what to say at this point, I said nothing. But I guess words weren't needed because she turned on her heel and began walking to her SUV. I now figured I'd made a big mistake and was starting to regret my indiscreetness. Her heels made about five 'clip-clops' before she stopped, turned, and asked, "Are you coming or not?" I felt another surge of adrenaline when I realized what she was asking. "Um..OK" I said. (That's me, master of the English language) Without waiting for me to follow she turned and continued into the parking lot. The 'clip clops' of her high heeled shoes echoed off cold brick walls like a mating call. As I moved up next to her, perfume filled my head. I saw her SUV parked against the wall of the pool building under a lamp post. "Get in the passenger side Pete" came the sharp directive as she disarmed the vehicle alarm system with the press of a keychain button. "I think you and I need to have a conversation." At this point I was starting to seriously question what the hell I was doing. Was I about to get in trouble? Why was I getting in her vehicle? What is going on? I guess I paused too long because she looked back as she opened her door and asked, "Am I stuttering?" I shook my head no. "I wasn't sure." She continued. "Because when I told you to get in the passenger side, you instead stood there looking at me." And so it came to pass that I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of Mrs. Michaels' luxury Cadillac Escalade. I looked around as I took off my cap and coat to set them on the floor with my bag. The entire interior was leather seating. The windows were heavily tinted. I was sure this vehicle priced somewhere between 70K-83K. It would have had that new car smell if not for her perfume which filled the air as she started the engine. "I just want to make sure it doesn't get cold in here Pete" she said as she set her coffee in a drink holder. "We're not going anywhere." I nodded and kept looking around. I knew that Dusty had a brother and a couple sisters, all younger. I'd seen them before at swim meets. That explained the Barney coloring book on back seat and the transformer toys on the floor. "So um...Mrs. Michaels. What are we doing here?" I asked. I glanced at the dash clock. It read 6:23pm. Dusty would be out of the pool in about 35 minutes. "We'll be getting to that in a moment Pete," she began as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, "but first I need some light." She flipped a switch on the dash and a central ceiling panel slid back revealing a glass moonroof. The adjacent halogen light pole spilled its illumination down into the interior. The windows were tinted pretty deep though, and I knew that someone in the parking lot would still have a hard time seeing inside. Not that anybody was around. A dashboard LED display indicated an outside air temperature of 19 F. "Now then" she began, "It seems I have to wait until 7 for my son. Which is not only terribly inconvenient for me, but also boring if I'm to spend it alone. So I thought that this would be a great time to have a conversation about your arrogance." She set her purse in her lap and started fishing around in it. "You presume too much I think" she continued. "I'm a wealthy woman and the wife of a prominent man in this town, and I know you know this." She continued to look for something while talking. "My husband is a friend of the mayor; they've known each other 15 years. One phone call placed from my cell and I can pretty much have anything I want. Ah, there it is..." She paused since she'd just found the object of her search. It was an oval lipstick tube, golden and black. She removed the cap off with an audible 'pop' and twisted up a dark red color with expert fingers, before flipping down a vanity mirror to begin an application. I could see a letter 'M' stamped on the cap in a French-style font. First she applied one side of the top of her mouth, and then slowly the second was given similar attention. The golden tube reflected light as it moved. As she did this she said, "Don't think that just because you're friends with Dusty" (Insert a slight pause as she swept across her lower lip three times, back-forth-back) "That I'm going to let you get away with saying what you said to me back there". She pressed her lips together while looking in the mirror, examined the result, and decided that a second application was needed. I couldn't believe that I was actually watching Mrs. Michaels put on red lipstick in front of me! But I could also tell that this wasn't the usual color she wore. It was a bolder, darker red. I assumed that she didn't use it often since she had to fish around to find it. As she began again sweeping her lower lip I touched myself without thinking. I could feel the little sensation indicating a pre-cum leak. There might also have been a slight stain appearing on my pants but I didn't care. I was paying full attention to Mrs. Michaels and her glossy red lipstick. After again pressing her lips together and using a pinky to correct an imperfection I couldn't even see, she seemed satisfied. The cap went back on with a 'click' and she dropped the lipstick into her purse before turning towards me. I'm going to pause at this point to try to paint a better picture of what this whole situation now looked like. Firstly I'm going to ask you to picture in your mind what "fire-engine-red" really appears as. If you've ever put your face up close to a real engine, the true red of a fire truck is a deep, hot, crimson red. This is the best way to explain the new appearance of Mrs. Michaels' lips. During swim meets, her lipstick always turned heads, but the way she looked to me now was simply unbelievable. Continue now to imagine the rest of her. Here was a rich married woman, alone in her luxury SUV with a teenage friend to her son. She's turned towards the young man with her skirt slightly hiked up showing more of her dark hose-clad legs than is appropriate. The top 2 buttons of her red silk blouse are undone displaying an ample cleavage pressed together. Her glossy lipstick, the glistening dark crimson of a true 'Fire-engine-red', refracts illumination from a nearby lamp post a thousand different ways. As her mouth moves to speak, light dances tricks off subtle sexy textures. If you can picture that, then you know in truth what I saw before me. And you more than likely understand why I didn't hear a word of what she was saying. "Are you listening to me young man?" she asked pointedly. I snapped out of my momentary trance to issue an awkward "Uh..um..what?" She took upon herself a look of sternness. "I just told you to go to the back and sit in the middle. Its 6:27 and Dusty will be here soon." She tapped the clock display with a manicured nail to drive home her point. I felt frozen to my seat as I watched her glistening lips issue instructions. When I still hadn't moved she lifted the arm of my seat saying, "You are about to find out what happens to cocky young boys who forget their place. Now move it. And take off your shoes too." Somehow I managed to tear my eyes from her and make my way to the back. She followed and folded the 2 middle seats down to create more space then set her purse on one of them. I kicked off my shoes and socks while tossing the coloring book aside but before it hit the floor I could feel Mrs. Michaels opening up my pants. I looked down in shock, surprised that she had knelt between my legs "WOOO Mrs. Michaels, What..What are you doing?" I stammered. She looked at me sternly and instructed me to be silent by saying, "You haven't been listening. I told you, I'm going to show you what happens to arrogant boys. Now sit down!" My pants now fully opened were pulled off by her in one smooth motion as I fell back into the seat. My cock was straining hard against my boxers and pitching a tent. Mrs. Michaels slipped a hand underneath and deftly achieved the sensation of flesh on flesh. Then she firmly gripped the base of my cock and slipped in another to begin a slow gentle stroking of my shaft. As she did this she said, "Don't think I haven't noticed you guys watching me. I know you want to fuck me. I bet you talk about it in the locker room when Dusty's not around. You do, don't you?" I nodded, it was true. "What do you guys say? Tell me." She demanded. I told her about the teenage talk of my buddies. I described how my friends Nate and Gavin would talk about her perfect ass and what they wanted to do to it. I told her about how Adam, another teammate, once asked Dusty if his mom sucked cock and how Dusty fought him briefly before we broke it up. There were surely a hundred different teenage fantasies we all had but I couldn't describe each one with her stroking my cock as she was! But I did mention the day she pressed her ass into me. "Oh you noticed that, Pete?" she asked innocently. Of course I did! How could I not? My cock had been bulged against the inside of my Speedo like a 5 lb sausage in a 3 lb zip-lock bag and she had deliberately pushed herself up against it! "Did it make you hard that day? Did it excite you to be in a crowded hallway with people everywhere not noticing what was happening? Did you like it when you felt your swollen teenmeat press itself between these married ass cheeks?" She bent herself in the SUV and thrust her perfect butt into the air to make her point. I was stunned. I could not believe I was seeing Mrs. Michaels, a respected mother of four, do this. I nodded mutely in response. "And tell me, what was that word you used to describe me? Milf was it?" I again nodded. "I can't believe you even said such a thing to me!" She said sharply. "When I overheard you use that word to a teammate last week I went home and looked it up online. Milf means 'Mom I'd Like To Fuck'. Since you just now used that word to describe me tonight I'd bet that you fantasize about us fucking. If you had things your way I'm sure you'd want me on this seat instead of you. You'd have me on my back with high heels in the air, skirt hiked up, blouse pulled open, and your teenmeat plunging in and out of me. Is that what you want? I didn't know what to say. "Um..uh...whaa.." Was the intellectual depth of my response. "I'm a wealthy married woman Pete, what the hell is wrong with you?" She finished as she pulled my boxers all the way off and tossed them away. Mrs. Michaels was a woman of standing and to hear her talking like a slut that lived in a trailer made my cock as stiff as a steel rod. She started stroking me harder with her right hand as her left moved to caress a breast through her silk blouse. Light winked off her wedding ring as she tweaked a nipple. I reached out to feel the heaven that must have been her chest behind the silk but she slapped my hand back. "I told you Pete, I'm a married woman...." Pausing she bent down and flicked the head of my cock with her tongue-tip to remove a growing bead of pre-cum before adding, "If you try do something stupid like that again..." She lifted her cell and continued "I'll place a call to my husband and say you tried to rape me. You'll be in the worst trouble of your young life. Do you understand?" I responded with a quick nod. I'd never been so simultaneously excited and scared in all my life. "Good." She said satisfied "We are now going to establish some ground rules. Firstly, from now on you will refer to me as Mrs. Michaels. Not 'MILF' or 'Dusty's Mom' or whatever the hell else you boys say about me when you're together. You're going to accord me the respect due a wealthy woman and the only adult here present. Understood?" She gripped my aching shaft harder to accent her point. I nodded quickly. "Good" she said as she loosened her grip and started stroking again. "Second, you'll not touch me unless I tell you to do so. I'm married and I'm not about to start cheating on my husband." She lifted her stroking hand then from my twitching cock and pursed her glossy lips. 'Pa-thu!' came the sound as she spit into her hand. When she returned to stroking me I felt my tool become slick from her salvia. I could hear wet 'slick slack' noises and my balls ached from pressures within. "Tell me what you understand, Pete" she finished. Swim Season Ch. 01 Almost breathlessly I said to her then "You are Mrs. Michaels. I will not refer to you as anything but the wealthy older woman you are. You are also married and are not...are not..." I was tripping over my words as I tried to say them. They seemed so out-of-touch with what I was seeing. Mrs. Michaels was masturbating me with her French-manicured hands and her mouth was bare inches from my meat. "What is the last thing you understand?" her glistening lips demanded. She was starting at me intently, her glossy mouth hovering near my cock as she started stroking harder. I did my best to shake myself from this unbelievable sight and force out the remainder of my statement: "Y-You are not cheating on your husband". "Good boy" she said as she positioned herself above my dick. I watched then as she moved her mouth closer to my cockhead. She flicked the tip a second time to remove another pre-cum drop then smacked her red lips together as if in anticipation of a treat. Her stroking never slowed and slowly pre-cum was being pumped to the tip. As each new drop formed she would expertly flick it off with her tongue and continue to play with her breasts. Eventually the pre-cum drops came thicker and quicker until my tool was producing a steady stream of shining pre-fuck juice. She continued to remove it with tongue flicks all the while teasing me with the look of her glossy red lips. It seemed like she would go on torturing me forever as minutes ticked by but eventually she said, "I do so wish I could teach you this important lesson for a much longer span tonight Pete, but sadly there will not be enough time. So I'm going to ask you something instead. Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth?" I sat shocked at the casual intensity of her question. Gathering my wits about me I stammered, "Y-Yes Mrs. Michaels." She seemed to like that answer because she rose up from her kneeling. I thought she might be moving to kiss me but her gorgeous red lips paused an inch from mine before she moved to my right ear. I felt her warm breath caress me as she whispered, "Is this what you fantasize about Pete? Do you stare at me during swim functions and wish you could feel me touching you like this? Stroking you?" I nodded quickly. How many nights had I dreamed of something like this? "After that evening in the crowd, did you go home and jack your teenrod off thinking about how it felt pressed up inside the folds my tight married ass?" I nodded feverishly, it had been the first thing I had done once alone in my room that night. "Do you want me to wrap my soft lips around you then? Do you want to experience the sensation of my married mouth engulfing your dick? Do you want to watch your boytool penetrate my glistening red lips while my son swims laps right next to us?" She finished her words with a hiss. Yes! Oh god yes! I thought, but physically I only continued my frantic nodding. "You're going to have to do better than that, Pete." She said as she returned to my cock and raised her voice. "Answer me out loud." "Yes, Mrs. Michaels", I blurted. "Yes what?" She pressed. "Yes Mrs. Michaels, please suck my cock. Please." "More!" She demanded. "Say it like you mean it!" At that point everything I was thinking just spilled out of me, "Please Mrs. Michaels, please suck my teenage dick! Please wrap your soft red lips around it! Your mouth is so slutty and I don't know how much more I can take! I need to penetrate your glistening lips! Please..oh..please let me feel the inside your hot slutty older married mouth! Please!!" I hurt so much I could feel a tear leaking from one eye. "Oh that's good Pete. Very, very, good. You are learning quickly. I do however have one more question, and you must answer." Oh my god, what? My cock was raging! I'd never felt such hardness or pain in my life! She had to feel it twitching with each heartbeat. What else could she possibly want to know? "What time does the clock say?" she asked. It took a moment for her question to register in my brain. Panting, I glanced up to the front LED. The clock read 6:44. I began to dutifully relay this information to her but what came out of my mouth sounded something like this: "The clock says Six-Forty Fouuuaahh aahh!!" She hadn't waited for me to finish and I suddenly felt my cockhead sliding into a heavenly warmth. My eyes snapped down right away even as I cried out at the intense sensation. I was greeted with the most incredible sight of my life. My dick had slowly begun to slide between Mrs. Michaels' gorgeous glossy red lips. She took the head all the way in and held it for a second before releasing it with a 'pop'. A little lipstick came off near the bottom of the head. At that point she started over and now kept going a full half way down my shaft. "My god..." I thought. "I can actually feel my hardness twitching inside her mouth!" Then she pressed down with her lips and retreated to examine her work. There was no mistaking the fact of her presence as we both beheld a crimson ring around the middle of my dick. "Mmm. That was yummy. Did it feel good Pete?" She asked me this while looking at me. I nodded mutely. I was quite beyond any words at all. She moved down and gently took one of my hairless balls into her mouth. After sucking for a few seconds, she let it go with another 'pop' and I could see more lipstick left behind. She started to bathe my shaft in saliva then, licking up one side and then down the other. While she was doing this her right hand moved from her chest down between her legs. I felt my hand move towards her on its own accord to touch her but I stopped it. I knew now the folly to disobey her instructions. She noticed it as well and smiled at me while saying, "Now you are finally learning the lesson you didn't understand outside the pool doors. You are learning who is in charge. And for this you will be rewarded a little." With that her left hand gripped the base of my cock and she started to suck in earnest. Her lips were still glistening red since she had been careful until now, and I got to watch as those glossy red heavenly twins descended down upon me. Once I felt my cock penetrate them fully she started sucking with abandon. I could see her right hand moving feverishly between her legs. Her left hand continued its grip and the side of her index finger was starting to turn red from contact with her hot mouth. Her wedding ring bounced and winked in the light. Up and down she moved like a piston and beyond her bobbing head I could see that her whole body was moving as she sucked. Her right leg had found its way to where I had tossed that Barney coloring book. I watched as a red high heeled shoe became caught onto it and the book started sliding back and forth in perfect time with her head. I could only wonder what a sight we were! There I was with my pants totally off, while this hotwife mom of Dusty's bobbed and sucked her ruby-red lips up and down my cockshaft. How could anyone claim that such a woman was in fact a respected local lady? My god, can you imagine what might happen to her if she got caught sucking me, wedding ring flashing in the light, amidst her children's possessions, and her son swimming only 50 feet away behind a brick wall? These thoughts filled my mind and as they did I knew I was about to go over the edge. Cum was starting to build up, just like in pictures of geysers at Yellowstone. Her frantic sucking had created a mix of salvia, pre-cum, and lipstick. Pink streaks covered my shaft and her index finger was bright red on one side. Upon seeing that unbelievable sight my mind filled with fog. I was about to shoot my load into her older slutty married mouth, and nothing else mattered! Then her cell rang. As soon as the first ring started she drove herself all the way down onto me to plant my dickhead in the back of her throat with a gag. At the second ring, she sucked super hard while pulling all the way off of me with a resounding "POP!!". My turgid meat bounced downward slightly before rebounding into my abs with a wet slap. I had thought I was going to cum in Mrs. Michaels' mouth, but the sudden and immediate end of her actions quelled any hope of release then and there. By the third ring she had examined who was calling and flipped her cell open. "Hi sweetie.." She said innocently into the phone. "Yes, still waiting for Dustin. I understand he's being punished....yes" Her hand reached into her Gucci purse and withdrew a tissue. As she spoke she expertly removed lipstick from her left index finger. I could hear her husband on the other end. "Yes" she began again while looking pointedly at me "It seems this boy is being held accountable for something cocky he said" The intent of her specific words was clear. 'This boy' clearly meant me. Her husband obviously didn't think anything was amiss because I heard him ask another question to which she gripped my shaft base firmly while replying with a sigh, "I don't know how long it'll take...but I have hope that he'll eventually learn." She let me go and my aching cock, still covered in salvia and pink streaks, slapped back up into my chest where it resumed its twitching dance. He continued to talk while she flipped open a compact mirror from her purse and used her tissue to dab away any untoward looking lipstick marks around her mouth. Then she fished out her dark red lipstick, the one I had now figured out was something saved for special occasions. As the cap came off with another 'pop' and its crimson red finger twisted to the top, I felt an agony I cannot completely describe. Would I be forced to watch Mrs. Michaels reapply her slutty red lipstick with my bare ass on a luxury leather seat and my turgid prick twitching in the air? I had to stroke myself. Instinct drove a hand up to my rigid shaft, but I'd barely even touched the pink-stained meat when she took notice. "Sweetie, can you hold on a second?" She asked sweetly into the phone before slapping my hand back saying, "It's not polite to jerk off in the presence of a married woman Pete. Do not try that again." I whimpered slightly as my chest heaved. She returned to her cell "Oh nothing sweetie" she said to a question I couldn't hear, "I was just seeing to an issue." She paused to let him talk and started to put on her glossy lipstick a second time. Can you imagine this dear reader? Mrs. Michaels, a proper married woman, was on her knees between my legs again putting on her fiery red lipstick. I know she could see my mixed look of agony and wonder as she did it. Entranced, I took in the full effect as her lips begun to look again like those of a true cocksucking slut. I don't know what her husband was saying but she'd respond with the occasional "uh huh" or "mmm hmm" as she worked. One coat completed she started a second. I watched light dance twirls off her glistening mouth. I needed release! I was in such agony at the sight! I tried feebly to bargain with her. "Please Mrs. Michaels" I whispered low so her husband wouldn't overhear, "Please let me jerk off a little. Please!" She ignored me and finished her second coat. Pressing her lips together she pursed them to her mirror, and decided that more work was needed. As she started a third coat my dick started leaping. I couldn't take it! My limit was almost reached! I tried again to help myself by reaching to my balls and not my forbidden shaft, but she easily deflected the attempt. I again attempted to bargain. "Please Mrs. Michaels, please let me..." I started, but she cut me off by setting the cell down on a folded seat. Her hot slutty mouth moved right up to mine and there, with her gorgeous lips in full view of my eyes, she scolded me. "Shut up Pete. I cannot simultaneously listen to both you and my husband while in the midst of preparing to teach you a lesson. Don't interrupt me again." Her sweet warm breath electrified my mouth. Her lips were a mere inch from mine! I edged closer, dying to feel that gorgeous lustful sweetness but she moved away. I whimpered as she returned to my crotch to finish her work. Once completed she turned to pick up the phone. Her husband was still talking, unaware of her lack of interest. "Honey, I do so love to chat but I'm in the middle of something. Its 6:52 and I want to be done before Dustin is ready to leave." She paused, and then with a look of irritation handed me the phone saying "Here. Deal with him. I need my hands free to deal with you" She gently set her lipstick on a seat without twisting it down and gripped my dick. I could hear her husband on the other end as she did this. It sounded like he was at some sort of gathering. From the cell came the noise of a buzzing crowd overridden by his voice. He was saying something about a local circuit court judge and I realized then that he must be at the political shindig previously mentioned. He was talking on and on, obviously not expecting any input from my end, which was good because I was barely able to hold onto the phone as Mrs. Michaels again moved her red lips next to my cockhead to start giving it a series of tongue flicks. She then licked the top and sides but was careful not to disrupt the glorious look of her lipstick and its power over me. Once she had the entire shaft shining with saliva she suddenly gripped the base on my cock with her left hand, pulled the flesh tight, and started a hard stroking with her right. The wet slicking sounds of her hand coupled with the sensations of her jerking and the sight of her glossy lips bare inches away caused me to buck. "Ahhh...FUUUCCKKK..." I cried out and dropped the cell. She snatched it up. "Oh nothing" I heard her respond to a question asked by her husband "That was just the radio." She looked at me with a wry smirk and added "There, I've turned it down." "Oh my god!" I thought, "She's jacking me off and lying to her husband about it!" the nastiness of the whole scene was overpowering but Mrs. Michaels kept an expert grip on my cock base to prevent any undue eruptions. The sensation was indescribable. Once it was clear that her husband was talking again, she set the cell down. Without slowing her wet stroking of me she moved again to my ear to ask, "I'm going to teach you your second lesson now Pete. Answer me truly, what does this feel like? Tell me." I told her it was the greatest thing I had ever felt. "Then I have a question for you. I might just pick up the phone right now and cry rape. To prevent it all you'd have to do is tell me to stop what I'm doing." She returned to her former position and continued "I'll give you 30 seconds to decide. Tell me to stop and you might dodge serious trouble. Will you do it?" With the question now asked her hand started pumping me with wild abandon. Up, down, up down pistoned those perfectly manicured nails. Her wedding ring flashed and sparkled like an angry firefly. The wet noises of the handjob filled my head with their unique cadence: 'slick slack! slick slack! slick slack!' Her other hand started fondling my ballsack. "Fifteen seconds Pete" She said. Oh God! I thought. She's overloading my senses! It was hard to think, powerless as I was to her will. STOP is an easy enough word right? Just say it! Say it! My swimming goals..my future in college.. God! My very life was hanging on a thread! "Oh...Oh....Mrs. Michaaeeellllsssss....." was all I could say. 'Slick slack! slick slack! slick slack!' continued the glorious sound. Harder and faster she pumped me. Her manicured nails tickled and caressed my balls. The wedding ring was a blur. "What are you going to do Pete? What are you going to do? Five seconds!" She demanded as she began flicking my cockhead with her expert tongue. Her slutty lipstick glistened in the light. Oh God! The sensations were beyond anything I thought possible! My balls had sucked themselves into my body in preparation of an explosive delivery. All the sights before me; her winking wedding ring, her jutting ass, her French nails, and her slutty glossy mouth were utterly encompassing. Totally overpowering. I had no will of my own. None. "Time's up!" She announced. Instantly her hands let me go. The overwhelming pleasure she was delivering ended in an eyeblink to be replaced by cold air and turgid throbbing. "AHHH! AHHHHH!" I yelled as if stabbed with a knife. She deftly snatched up the phone. I could hear her husband's voice now asking if she was there. "Yes, sweetie I'm here. Honey...there is something you should know...." She said into the phone. My heart was hammering. Panic hit me like a bucket of water, first there was the shock of it in my chest: Bam! And there I sat, drenched in panic, as she paused looking at me with her penetrating cougar gaze and I knew this was it, I was in the worst trouble of my life. Lust-induced testosterone mixed with fearful adrenaline in my bloodstream to force my pounding cock to strain like never before. Up it pushed on its own...up and uuuupppppp. The agony was insane. Her words held my future in a grasp as firm as her current grip on my hairless nutsack. Finally, after a pause that seemed to stretch on into forever, this statement issued from her gorgeous glistening lips: "These phone batteries are about to die. I'll call you back" With that she pushed the power button and tossed the phone away. "Well Pete.." She began as I sat panting, "I didn't think you had it in you. You are learning so fast its astonishing. What a surprising young man you are turning out to be!" She directed me to move my legs so my feet each rested on a folded seat. With my legs splayed like that, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "You were faced with great personal threat and yet chose to submit to my will. I like that Pete. I like it a lot!" She pressed up to me then and brought her heavenly tits to bear on my wet slick meat. I looked at the clock. It read 6:57. Oh my god, we were running out of time! "Do you want to touch me Pete?" she asked reaching around to undo her bra. I nodded frantically. "Then do it!" She said louder "Push my married tits together and fuck them with your long, hard boytool! Treat them like they belong some common slut!" She somehow pulled her bra off while still wearing her blouse and slipped my dick between her beautiful soft tits. Without hesitation I grabbed each one with a hand and pushed them together. She started pumping up and down on my rod then, and I bucked back in return. Her tits slid back and forth under her expensive silk blouse and a nipple was randomly tweaked by the silk. I watched we mouth form a glistening 'O' as she gasped from the pleasure of it. She forced hands between me and the leather seat. I could feel her wedding ring press into my bare ass as she grabbed my gluts and started pulling me up into her tits with each stroke. "Oh yes Pete!" she cried, "You like watching your teenage rod pump between these married tits?" She spat between her breasts without waiting for an answer. "You like feeling these older boobs encompass you big fucking dick?" She pulled my ass harder with her hands. The Escalade began to rock. "Fuck these married older tits Pete! Fuck them you naughty boy! Harder!!!" I lifted my ass and pumped with all the force my muscles could present. A pink froth was starting to form between her boobs from her previous work on my prick. And she still hadn't even brought her new lips to bear on it yet! But apparently that was going to change. The moment the clock display turned to 7:00 on the dot, she started using her mouth on me. She positioned her lips so that with each thrust she could kiss the head. Then slowly with each new stroke she got closer until I began to penetrate them! Closer and closer she came until the penetrations of her slutty mouth were deep enough for the head to go all the way in. That was the moment she started popping my cockhead out of her mouth. With each thrust she'd suck it in and "POP!" What a nasty sight we were, rocking the Escalade with sounds echoing off the interior walls: "POP!! POP!! POP!! POP!!" Slowly pink froth started to turn red. She pulled her right hand out from under me and started furiously rubbing herself between her legs. Her left hand continued to pull my ass towards her married tits and slutty mouth. Swim Season Ch. 01 Motion caught my eye, startled I looked out a tinted window at Jason, one of my teammates, who had just walked out of the pool doors. Jason always got out of the water ASAP and went home with no shower. I never understood that. But right now I understood something else: Mrs. Michaels was popping my dick in and out of her glistening mouth while titfucking me and the entire SUV was rocking. Jason kept his head down and walked out into the cold night never noticing something was occurring. "Oh God!" I thought "We're going to get caught! We're so going to get caught!" Can you imagine what that might have been like for poor Dusty? After a hard and punishing practice he walks out of the pool to see his mom's SUV rocking back and forth. Head down, he opens a back door and lays eyes on his mom's high heel pumps sliding on his little sister's coloring book. Shocked he then notices his mom on her knees, married ass thrust into the air, and head planted between two splayed teenage legs like a hooker. Her blouse is pulled wide and his best friend is titfucking her milky soft boobs as she pops his cockhead between her married lips. Imagine Dusty's shock if he actually saw his proper mom's glistening fire-engine red slutmouth do it's secret work with more lipstick within hands reach. Fear of these things filled my mind, but they hadn't happened yet! And I could again feel myself plunging toward the edge. "Are you going to cum Pete?" She asked. I nodded feverishly and responded, "Oh god Mrs. Michaels! I'm gonna cum, I can feel it! It's coming up....Oh God I can feeeeeeel itttt!!" Her cleavage was crimson. My dick bright red. I was going to cum and there was no stopping it! She moved down quickly then and gripped the base of my shaft to prevent the explosion one last time. I watched her snatch the lipstick off the seat to quickly put on one last coat before dropping it and fiercely saying, "Cum in my married slutmouth now you naughty boy! Do it! Shoot your ribbons of boy batter onto my face! Coat me with your warm teenseed!" Then she started sucking me wildly. My cock plunged between her glistening red lips with primal need. She took it all the way into her throat and started to deliberately gag on it, making wet gurgling noises as she did. Then after 10 seconds she removed the head from her tight throat, looked right at me, and started sucking with unbelievable force. She was making loud slurping noises and sucking sounds as she moved up and down as fast as she could. "Are umph goump to cumph in mpf hopf slut moupf?" she spattered around my tool. "Arf umph gomph to giph me yourph hopf teencumpf? Her cheeks caved and buckled with each relentless plunge. "Ohhhhh....Ohhhhh...I can feel it!" I cried as the orgasm continued its climb. "I'm going to shoot in your mouth...Mrs. Michaels! I'm cumming.....right now....in your....in your.." Then suddenly intense pleasure hit me and I yelled "Oh Mrs Michaels! I'm cumming in your OLDER..SLUTTY...MARRIED.......MOUTH!!!" This was it, the final moment. My hips thrust teenmeat into her face and she responded by simultaneously tickling my balls with French nails, tightening her mouth around my shaft, jacking the base with a free hand, and flicking the pee-hole with her tongue. Mrs. Michaels, a thirty-something-milf and true hotwife, was about to drain every gram of seed out of me. The pleasure of this moment was something I've never felt before or since and is therefore difficult to describe. I felt the first ribbon of cum fire deep into her throat like an M-14 round to coat her tonsils. The pleasure was strong but it was only a warning shot compared to what happened next. She must have swallowed it because she was still sucking hard when the next burst paralyzed me with its overwhelming power. My back arched like it was going to break as I felt the fire of lust grip the inside of my shaft and hammer my senses with titanic intensity. My hips bucked and my chest heaved as I let out a resounding cry of: "OOHH!!!...FUUUUUUUCCKKKKK...!!" When I looked down I saw her cheeks puff from the volume of my seed and I could feel another blast coming. She grabbed my ass cheeks then, and pulled me deeper into her wanton slutmouth even while trying to swallow what she already had. The third detonation overfilled her and I watched the failure of the glossy lipstick seal against my shaft. Cum ran down as she removed her coated mouth to a higher position to catch the next shot in the air. Mouth now free she started jacking me off furiously while yelling, "YES! Feed me more you naughty boy! Coat this milf with your baby batter! Do it!" Another shot fired up into her mouth, a fifth hit her in the hair. Her face was becoming a wet mess. Her slippery jerking of my cock created a mix of crimson lipstick and creamy teenage seed. I bucked and heaved and cried out as she pumped out everything I had. Finally the last couple spurts finished and she moved to begin licking up anything she could see. Cum was everywhere, on her face, on her wedding ring, all over my bare legs and chest. She was flush with pleasure. Trembling with relief I casually glanced at the dash clock. 7:14. Seven Fourteen! Holy Shit! Dusty should be here! Frantically I looked out the tinted window and saw him, talking to a teammate. Fuck! Oh Fuck! I started to say something but Mrs. Michaels was way ahead of me. "Pull your pants on Pete! Now!" She said sharply as she stuffed her bra into a seat pocket and started to button up her blouse. Quickly I yanked my crimson stained dick into my boxers and pulled on my pants. As I was picking up socks Dusty started walking towards us. "Forget the fucking socks Pete! Put your shoes on and get out!" She called while cleaning her face and mouth with a tissue. I noticed she had put the lipstick cap back on and was putting it and her cell phone back into her purse. The middle seats were still folded down but I was sure she'd create a believable excuse for it. Frantically I pulled my shoes on without socks, moved to the front, grabbed my stuff as she got into the driver's seat, and then gently opened a door on the opposite side of Dusty praying that another teammate wasn't around to see. I shut my door at the same moment Dusty opened his. "Hey mom" I heard him say in a low exhausted voice. Her response was that of a sweet innocent mother. As he walked around to the passenger side I hid behind an adjacent car to put on my coat and cap. He got in, head down, and shut his door without a word. As she pulled out I saw her through the driver's window. She had somehow managed to re-apply her normal red lipstick. Outwardly there was no sign that anything untoward had happened to her at all. She looked my way, wagged a finger, and mouthed the words: "We're not done young man", and with that, she was gone. I walked home through the cold for 10 minutes reflecting on what had just happened. My cock was stained red and packed inside my jeans. My legs were coated with my own cum. As I walked up my parent's driveway I heard a buzzing noise from my bag. It was my own phone with a text message on it from Mrs. Michaels. It read: "Pete. two weeks from Friday we are going to have another lesson. Do not jack off before then. If you do, I will know & repercussions will be dire. Do not try to circumvent my will. You will be contacted later." I could feel my throat in my mouth as I stared at the text. What was I going to do? I'd been cocky to the wrong lady and was now learning the meaning of a new word: Consequences. Trapped in a vice of my own forging I stared at my cell and wondered how deep this rabbit hole would go.