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Dan's Mom Substitutes For Daughter

By: JRob



It's hard being a senior in high school, especially when your older brother was a sports icon. Many think it would be easier, but let me tell you, it is anything but. 

The coaches think you have sports talent, but I didn't. The teachers think you can replicate his book knowledge, I can't. And the girls that flocked to his side, well, their younger sisters would have nothing to do with me. 

It's not fair, but it was reality. 

My best friend Dan and I would discuss everything and anything. We'd double dated a couple times, and he even tried to get me a date with his sister but she'd have nothing of it. On those hot days, I was joined in my bedroom by Dan to spy on the girls who loved sitting out by their pool and soaking up rays. 

Sometimes their tops would come off, but hardly ever in a way that we got more than a glimpse of breast. It's like they had special antenna that went up when we were watching. 

When we were lucky enough to hit the jackpot, and get a view of perky teenage tits, we both not only smiled but grimaced. They were so beautiful. To be honest, I had fondled Lisa Gentry's boobs both over and under her top, but had never really saw them with anything other than my hands. Dan did admit to seeing, and licking, Mary Bartholomew's boobies on several occasions before they broke up. 

Still watching Jennifer, his sister, or friends Courtney and Amber, bare their 18-year-old boobs on those infrequent occasions was quite the erotic treat. 

There was a warm Tuesday when I was home early from school where I got a special treat. Dan's mom was out back, sunning, wearing only a bikini bottom. Her large breasts were fully on display when I peeked out of my window. 

At first I was shocked, but my brain told me the 40-something woman deserved an all-over tan as much as her daughter. I stared at her, lust in my brain, for more than a half hour. That night I jerked off thinking about the MILF, she replaced her daughter as the focus of my nocturnal ministrations for the next several weeks. 

Oh, I still thought of Dan's sister Jennifer in my late night activities, and once even had the two of them in a three-way tryst. Ah, the mind can really expand when women are in the middle of things. 

I finally did get a date with Jennifer, a couple of weeks after she broke up with a blowhard full of himself guy named Bill. It was a sort of, well, mercy date. Dan convinced her it was good to get out on dates, and she really wasn't over Bill. So I became the perfect stand-in, just like in the movies where the star doesn't do the stunts, his double does. 

We went to Sonic for burgers the first time, and it actually was fun. She gave me a good night peck on the cheek that I rubbed in and later rubbed off to. Our second date was to the movies, were I conveniently put my arm around her to hold her close during the scary scenes. 

That night I dropped her off, getting a nice smooch on the lips. I tried for a little tongue, but there was an iron wall there and my lips never got past the gate.

During the week I'd attempt to spy on the girl and her mom when she sunbathed, never catching bared breasts but still loving every nook and cranny I could see. She'd lower her bikini bottom a little for more sun, and I loved the new (to my eyes) inch it displayed. 

That looking got me in trouble, though, as the next afternoon Mrs. Johnson, Dan and Jennifer's mom, smiled at me and said hi on my way home from school.

"Where's Danny," asked his mom.

"Oh, he was staying behind today to ask the science teacher some questions on his quarterly project."

Her smile changed to a sort of grimace. "So, Rob, did you enjoy the view yesterday?" 

My mind had no idea of what to say.

"Go ahead, admit it, you were spying on us, weren't you," said the inquisitor mom from next door. 

Stuttering something or another, Mrs. Johnson shushed me. 

"Look Rob, you aren't going to be allowed to go out with Jennifer again if you don't answer the question honestly. Were you being a little voyeur up in your room yesterday?"

We stared at each other for a minute before I answered in the affirmative. 

"And you think that's a normal thing to do, spy on women from your room. What else have you looked at? Have you looked into Mr. Johnson and me in our bedroom? Have you looked up our skirts at the mall? Have you snuck in and jerked off on our panties?"

My eyes widened at the question, and I quickly said no, no nothing like that. 

"Like what then?" demanded the woman.

"Nothing Mrs. Johnson, honest, I just looked out my window at you two sunbathing, I didn't mean anything by it. I mean, it was an accident and my mind started wandering and I couldn't stop looking. Please don't tell Jennifer, or my parents, Please."

She looked at me, as if to judge my sincerity. She nodded her head.

"So did you see what you wanted to see? Did you whack off at night after you looked at Jennifer? Is that where your mind was wandering?"

I didn't know what to say, but Mrs. Johnson told me to be honest or else. So I admitted that it was a great view, that I looked at Jennifer's boobs, and admitted to looking at hers as well. And I admitted I had jerked off thinking about them as well.

She should have been a prosecuting attorney. She pounced and bounced along everything I said, switching topics with her technique. 

"So have you made out with my daughter, felt her up? Did you sleep with her?"

I quickly replied "NO." 

Mrs. Johnson smiled a little and then nodded. "But you want to, right?"

Of course I did, what normal guy wouldn't. I explained that I would never take advantage of her daughter and would treat her with respect. 

"But you would feel those breasts if she let you, right? You'd still sleep with her if you could. I mean if she said she'd give you a blow job you wouldn't turn her down, now, would you."

Damn, how do I answer those questions. Damned if I did, damned if I didn't. Luckily, my mom's car pulled into the driveway and I earned a reprieve. 

"We are not done this conversation yet, buster, and you had better keep your hands to yourself when you are out with my daughter, do you understand? Do you? Otherwise there will be hell to pay."

"Yes mam."

@ @ @ @ @ 

It was a tough night. I had been busted by my sort of girlfriend's mom, the mother of my best friend and of course my neighbor. She had said all kinds of things that I had been dreaming about. I thought of Jennifer's boobs, and that night I pretended she was going down to me at the end of a date. Damn, my sock got filled with sticky stuff that night.

Jennifer was none the wiser that weekend. We went to a party, and on the way home she informed me that she was going out with Ryan the next night. She wanted me to know, her mother insisted I was told, so that I didn't think she was going out behind my back. 

We weren't going steady, or anything, but I had to wonder if her mother had said something to her to incent her to see someone else and not the pervert next door. 

Peeved, I understood the girl's decision. I did ask for a date the following weekend and she smiled, said of course, and kissed me good night, this time with a little peek of tongue. 

I guess all 18-year-old guys whack off a lot. I know I did, and my friends who weren't getting laid did as well. Dan admitted he whacked off four or five times a week, just about the same as I did. I mean, we were guys you know. 

The following night I watched from upstairs when Ryan brought Jennifer home, and for a first date there was more than a pack on the cheek. They kissed for a full minute and I was very jealous. 

Monday afternoon I was again stopped my Mrs. Johnson on my way home from school. "So, do you want to finish our conversation?"

Reluctantly I did, admitting that I thought naughty thoughts about her daughter. "And what about me?"

I admitted it. I said I had thought of her at night, doing bad things. Being a bad girl.

"Even thought I am the same age as your mother."

I nodded yes. I said she was beautiful, that she was so very hot and sexy too. I figured if I were honest she'd be assured I wouldn't be anything but proper with her daughter. 

"Okay, Rob, I trust you, and I know you won't do anything to break that trust, right? Jennifer has quite a head on her, and we want her to go to college and do well there. We don't want her head going boy-crazy. We had to break her and Ryan up the other night on the porch."

She made good points. Jennifer was the smartest girl in our class and had a scholarship to State U. That had to be important to the girl and her family. 

Like before, Mrs. Johnson shocked me a little with her next question. "Are you a virgin, Rob?" After I nodded yes, she asked, "what kind of naughty things did you do to me in your nighttime fantasies? Be honest or else."

Again, it was as if I had ingested some truth serum. All came out. 

"I, uh, well, I thought of you doing some bad things with me. I thought of you stripping down to your underwear for me."

"Oh you did, did you? What else?"

"Blow job. I, uh, I thought of you giving me a blow job and then bending over the kitchen counter where we had sex. There, I said it, please don't be mad at me, it was only a fantasy."

The women spoke about my active mind, and how I was very, very naughty. "I don't know, but if I thought your mother would have your dad use the belt on you I would."

We looked at each other for a bit before she smiled. "Those are naughty thoughts, but I bet Dan thinks the same way about girls. So let's forget we had this conversation and just make sure you treat my daughter well."

That night I had naughty thoughts about my best friend's mom. The following day I saw her, and she asked if I could stop by the next afternoon. "I have a couple things I want you to around the house and Dan is working on the play and Mr. Johnson is away for the rest of the week."

Of course I said yes, I'd done some things for her in the past and saw this as a good idea to make sure all was good between us.

@ @ @ @ @ @ 

The next afternoon I spent an hour fixing a broken bannister to the attic. There was nothing too hard, just a nuisance to fix. I had to Rube up a makeshift fix, but it worked and Mrs. Johnson was genuinely appreciative. 

We shared a diet coke and made chit chat for a couple minutes, and she gave me a $20 bill for my work. She asked if I was taking her daughter out that weekend and I nodded in the affirmative. 

"You won't be back before 11 will you?" asked the woman. 

My first thought was yes, but I thought and said the movie started at 8:30 so we'd probably stop for cokes after, so 11 was pushing it. 

"Well just make sure before midnight, but not before 11 okay?"

My look must have had a question on it. 

"Well, Mr. Johnson is getting back from his business trip Saturday night and I was, well, hoping we'd have a little, uh, quiet time together with the kids out of the house. Jennifer will be with you, and Dan has a date with Trisha. So I was hoping...."

"Guarantee we won't be home before 11:15 Mrs. Johnson," was all I could muster up. "Not a problem. We will come home after the movie and won't be driving fast."

Then the woman surprised me. "I have two outfits I'm considering wearing. Would you give me a man's opinion?"

That was a no—brainer, of course.

With that the women sped upstairs and I waited in the living room. I wondered if it would be a little black dress, or a red one. Maybe a sexy skirt and tight top? She didn't really say where they were going. 

Boy was I wrong.

The first outfit was a baby blue, baby doll nightie. She looked adorable. Once I was over the shock of seeing the outfit that left little to the imagination, I said it was perfect. It looked great on her.

She walked back upstairs and I could not help watching her panty clad buns walk. It was so hot, and I wondered what would be next. I just hoped it would be more lingerie. It was.

Her second outfit was a short black night dress, accentuated by black stockings. When she twirled around she hem rose and I saw both stocking tops, garters and black panties. Wow.

So I told her. "Wow, that's an unbelievably sexy outfit."

She asked if it was really sexy enough, and I said something about a blind man would fall in love with the way she looked in it.

"You are so nice, thanks for the feedback," she said, reminding me to shut the door tightly on my way out. That night guess who was the object of my affections, and what she was wearing? 

@ @ @ @ @ @ 

The following weekend my date with Jennifer was wonderful. We went to an upscale burger joint, then a movie. On the way back to her house I stopped at a local park and we kissed for a couple minutes until the cops chased us.

Looking back I guess we should have been more embarrassed or something. But on the other hand, we weren't really doing anything. Just talking with a few kisses thrown in. Truthfully, I just didn't want to mess up the timing her mother had outlined. 

We arrived at her house a little after 11:30 and kissed in the car for a couple minutes. Jennifer is such a good kisser, using not only her lips but when she used tongue my mind wandered to other places I'd like it to explore. 

We walked, hand in hand, to her front door, kissed again, and I said goodnight with a big smile on my face. On the way home I thought about her parents and what they probably were doing while we were on the date. 

Whether they did the nasty or not, that night I used it as my fantasy while I was whacking off. I thought of the positions Mr. J was putting his wife, and how they were enjoying themselves. Needless to say I didn't last long.

A couple days went past before Mrs. Johnson corralled me on the way home. I was walking, about four blocks from home, when she invited me into her call. She was all gussied up and looked great. 

"Made a great sale today, a house over on Elm, it was great," said the woman her skirt riding high enough for me to see her stocking tops. 

"Caught you," said that woman, catching my look. She smiled and let out a little laugh. "Were you looking at these?" With that she slipped up her skirt a couple inches, showing the stocking tops and milky white legs above. "Now be a gentleman and look the other way," she said, smoothing down her skirt. 

We got home and she asked how things had gone with Jennifer Saturday night. "Did you have fun...did you kiss her?"

I said yes to both, thanking her for trusting me with her daughter. Once again I said we weren't getting too serious, that I really liked being with her daughter. 

"You have that look in your eye, that I'm saying one thing but going to do another look," said the women. "I can read guys like a book. You want to bang my daughter, don't you."

I can't believe how Mrs. Johnson always knew what was on my mind. Without thinking, I blurted out "of course" before quickly looking away in embarrassment. 

Mrs. Johnson was quiet for a few seconds and then rebounded back to the topic at hand. She reminded me that Jennifer was a virgin, that she wanted her to stay that way and concentrate on school books not guys. 

"We've got a problem here. You want sex, she is holding you off, but each date it gets harder and you get harder, so to speak, and more persuasive. That's not going to work."

Jennifer's mom said once again that accidents happen, girls get pregnant, and careers are detailed. She did not want that for her daughter. She wanted a strong education completed before, as she said it, major hanky panky occurred.

We arrived home and she asked me into the house. We sat and talked, sharing soft drinks. 

"Jennifer really likes you. Who knows what will happen down the road but she likes you. And I like you too, you're a nice guy with a great head on your shoulders and personality. You are a good catch, but it's not the time for getting serious."

We stared at each other.

"What's it going to take to keep you out of her pants?" said Mrs. Johnson? "I guess we could break you two up, but that would probably bring you too together. Maybe if you found another girl to take care of your needs....I hear Danielle Dawkins is pretty easy."

I laughed. Danielle was known by many of the guys as the school cum dump. At least that was the rumor. She'd date guys for a couple weeks tops, and supposedly had sex with them. Sort of another notch on her lipstick case, and that case came in various colors.

Once or twice I'd asked her out, hoping to get some of that stuff she was giving out, but she shooed me away. There was always a sports star that caught her attention. 

Jen's mom was obviously concerned. It was as if she had been there before, which obviously she had. But maybe something happened in her teen years that made an impact. Or, more likely, she just knew guys liked to get into girl's pants. Go figure!

"I will try to, you know, hold off with your daughter. I mean, I respect her and admire her. She is very sexy, but I can try..."

The room because oh so quiet. Mrs. Johnson looked at me, I at her. My girlfriend's mom totally surprised me with what she said next. "What if you had some incentive?"

I must have looked as if she was speaking another language.

"Let me spell it out for you, Rob,, what if you were getting some, you know, sex, elsewhere. Would you keep your hands out of Jennifer's pants? Well, would you."

"But I don't want to break up with her, Mrs. Johnson, I really like her."

The woman explained she didn't want us to break up, only have my manly needs as she called it handled elsewhere. In return, Jennifer would remain as pure as a morning snow.

Mrs. Johnson stood, walked over and sat down next to me on the couch. Looking in my eyes, she reached down and grabbed my hand. If you had incentive not to sleep with her, could you make sure you kept it in your pants when you went out with her?"

My immediate through was dread, then a smile crossed my face. "You mean..."

Mrs. Johnson smiled back. "I think you are catching on, but the real question is whether you can keep a secret. Whether you can keep to yourself whatever happens. Not saying a word to a friend or enemy."

Merely saying "of course, absolutely" was apparently the right answer. 

"I mean it, not to your best friend or anyone for that matter. Nobody knows about this right?"

I merely nodded and with that my girlfriend's mom began stroking my cock through my pants. Soon a tent appeared. 

"I think he likes me, but the question is, does he like me more than me likes my daughter?"

The feeling on my dick was incredulous, the stroking was so very hot. Soon the woman was unzipping my fly. She reached into my briefs and found an exit strategy for my rock hard cock. She kept stroking while she asked if I'd stay away from Jennifer's pants. 

"No sex with her, young man. But I know you are a man and have needs. I could supply those needs if you stay away from my daughter's pussy."

Hearing those words sparked my dick to more attention, and her stroking was so very hot. I couldn't help myself. I started erupting in her hand. Mrs. Johnson didn't back off, she kept stroking my dick while kissing my neck. "You have a great cock," she cooed. "Stay away from my daughter's snatch and I can make you very, very happy."

She kept stroking my dick, as all my sauce spilled out. The first few globs were spurted, but at the end there were just dribbles that ended up as more lubrication as she stroked me. I lay back in another world as she asked again if we had a deal.

"We have a deal, Mrs. Johnson, we have a deal."

She smiled a knowing smile. 

Dan's Mom Substitutes For Daughter Ch. 02



In part one of this tale I described how my neighbor's 18-year-old daughter and I had been dating. Her mom, well, didn't want her daughter to ruin any chances of a college degree being held back by a little bambino. So in return for my agreement to date but not put the girl in any compromising position, mom would take care of my horny needs. That agreement was culminated by Mrs. Johnson stoking me off with promises of more in the future. I liked that deal a lot. 

The next week was a whirlwind of activity for me. On one hand, I continued my relationship with Jennifer Johnson as if nothing had happened with her mother. Oh we still kissed and made out at the end of our dates, and she allowed me the privilege of feeling her up a couple times over her sweater. But the thought of her mom stroking me off kept me away from trying for more with the girl.

Jennifer of course had no idea, totally oblivious to the agreement her mother had with me. Mrs. Johnson would take care of my needs as long as I stayed away from the back seat of the car with her daughter. Or, for that matter, anywhere else that would lead to and easy opportunity for sex.

It was a great deal. After that first occasion, where Mrs. Johnson jerked me off in her living room, I'd had a couple more replays. That last time she lifted her top off and let me first play with her breasts and then straddle her and fuck those luscious mounds.

Over the summer Jennifer did get, well, a little amorous on our dates. I mean, she didn't come out and say fuck me, fuck me or anything, but she did make out with a great deal of fervor and once placed my hand on her breast rather than me appearing to slither in and grasp it. 

I so much wanted to take our groping to the next level, but I was constantly reminded my deal with her mother. That was awesome.

Those meetings with her mom were so sexually fulfilling. Mrs. Johnson was a hot woman. She always managed to say just the right things and show just the right skin and feel just the right places when we were together. 

On one occasion Mrs. Johnson asked if I had played with her daughter's tits. I freely admitted I had, over the top of her sweater, thinking that honesty in this situation was the best policy. Jennifer might have already admitted to it, so why deny?

Mrs. Johnson reminded me of the time when I had spied on her and her daughter sunning in the back yard. I vividly remembered that day. It was the daily double of boobs. 

Mrs. Johnson smiled, and asked if I'd like to see her boobs again. Of course was all I could stammer. 

With that she stood as I sat on the couch intently following her every move. The woman took a couple strides to toward the kitchen then turned back to me. She smiled, then reached down and held her tee top bottom. She slowly lifted it until her lacy bra began to show. Then she turned around, lifting her top totally off. Dropping it on the table, she reached around and unhooked her bra. 

Slowly she turned, holding the bra cups with the straps draped below. "Do you want to see these," said the woman. "Will you stay away from my daughter's sex?"

I nodded and the bra dropped to the floor, unleashing those large mounds to my few. She walked toward the couch and I scooted forward, reaching out and caressing the meaty globes. 

They felt wonderful. I'd guess they were 36C at least, but what did I know? All I knew was that they felt wonderful and soon my lips were licking and then sucking on one of the nipples. 

I played with them for a while before Mrs. Johnson reminded me that her daughter would be home from cheerleader practice in less than a half hour, so we had to get going. I begged for a little more time as the woman rubbed by dick through my pants. 

"Take your pants down," said the woman, who strode toward the kitchen. She returned with some butter, which she was rubbing between her breasts. Lowering herself to the floor, she lay down as I straddled her and slipped my dick between those beautiful massive globes. 

She held her breasts together as I stroked my dick between them. It was so different than the stroking of her hand. Those breasts engulfed my cock and the sensation was tremendous.

Again, what can I say, the feelings were incredulous and like before it didn't take much coaxing before my dick was spewing its pent up desire all over her chest. Damn, it felt so very marvelous. 

"We have to hurry," said Jennifer's mom, and I quickly got dressed. It was a good thing too, as we heard a key being inserted into the front door lock. I slipped out the back while Mrs. Johnson closed the kitchen door behind me. I heard a familiar voice saying "Hi Mom" as I slithered away from the house.

Wow. It was a close, but satisfying call. I wondered that night if Jennifer suspected anything, I wondered if her mom got her top back on. Whether her bra made its way under the couch. All kinds of things went through my mind. All I knew was that I banged her mom's breasts and it was a sexual exploration that was etched deeply in my mind. 

Over the next couple weeks Mrs. Johnson stroked me off several times, and once again allowed me to screw her breasts I felt like a sultan, a movie star, a hot guy but knew I was just lucky. I was getting some choice female ministration without any commitment. 

Jennifer and I were dating, enjoying the summer before college, and each other. We'd go to movies, on long walks in the mark, and found ways to make out when we could.

Each and every time we dated I'd think a little about her mother, and how the older woman was taking care of my sexual needs. 

Still, one Saturday night after dinner and a movie Jennifer insisted the night was young and we should stop at Crum Creek Park which was known as a lover's lane. The cops were cool; as long as the windows were cracked open heads remained visible when they cruised past. 

That meant keeping a lookout and being aware, but if you were merely making out they didn't shine the light into the car. If a couple's heads were below sight, the cops would stop and look in the car. Several of our friends had been caught "in the act" and that meant a walk of shame to each house to inform the parents that their precious daughter or wonderful son were caught with their hands in the cookie jar. 

I parked the Civic behind an F-150 and Jen and I talked for a bit. Each of us silently watched the couple in the car before us making out, and soon she and I were locked in a lover's embrace. The cops had driven past so we knew we were in the clear from their perspective for a while ---the normally drove through once an hour after 10 just to make sure nothing untoward was happening. 

Empowered, I worked my hand up Jennifer's sweater and caressed her breasts, over her bra that is. The feeling was so exciting, and I could hear her heart beating faster as I nibbled her neck.

There was a gasp from deep inside me when her hand started rubbing my thighs and then my cock. Damn! The girl had great hands and soon my dick was throbbing in my pants.

"Does he like me?" cooed the girl. "Does he like the way I am rubbing."

"Oh my Jennifer, that feels wonderful. Oh yes, that's hot. You are doing things to me...."

I nearly said almost as good as your mom, but luckily it was only a thought. But with that thought was the realization I must be pushing any limits her mom may have placed on me. I mean, I wasn't touching Jennifer "down there" but she was doing my dick in a way that would soon lead her daughter and I down another path in our relationship.

Keeping the nibbling going on her neck and the caresses of her breasts going, Jennifer gave an expert and well-practiced stroke job on my cock through my pants. It was an awesome feeling, and soon my groans were battling my gasps. 

"Are you okay?" asked my girlfriend.

"Okay? Okay? I'm going to cum!" was all I could say.

Jennifer correctly surmised I liked her ministrations, and continued her efforts. She stroked by cock, slowly up and down, and read my mind as she jerked me off. She firmly held me, playfully at first but then with more vigor. I was rocking as she stroked me, and soon my briefs were coated with my cum. 

I held her close and kissed her with more feelings than ever before. The girl knew I loved what she had done, and I was a little embarrassed that her mother might know. 

For her part, Jennifer was so very cool, calm and collected after jerking me off. "I'm glad you liked that. I really liked doing that for you," said the girl. "Remember that when you are looking at other girls. I have a thing for you and don't want to share you with anyone."

Oh my, it struck me that she was indeed sharing me....with her own mother. If she found out I thing there would be so much trouble that I'd have to join the foreign legion or something. 

Still, we hadn't "done it" so I could honestly tell her mom nothing had happened, and I am sure Jennifer wasn't going to say anything. So all was clear for now. 

That night I walked Jennifer up to her front door, kissed her and told her she was wonderful. I could swear I saw someone watching from the window. The next day I found out that it was her mom.

"You two startled me last night," said Mrs. Johnson. "I had dozed off on the couch, heard rustling outside, and looked out. I wasn't spying on you, really, I wasn't. But, well, did you get some last night?"

Of course not I said, or something to that effect. I mentioned something about a great movie, great company, and a fun night. "I did kiss her goodnight, Mrs. Johnson. But nothing else."

The woman smiled and said she hoped to see me later in the week before backing her car out of the driveway while I just thought it was a good thing she didn't have a lie detector test she could have given me. 

I couldn't help thinking about Jennifer and her mom that week. I wanted to feel their hands on my cock, the sooner the better. Sooner was Wednesday afternoon when I was walking at the mall. There I spotted Mrs. Johnson coming out of the big department stores. 

Exchanging pleasantries we moved to the food court where we shared soft drinks. I spoke about school while she spoke about work and her husband's work. 

She asked about Jennifer, and I told her that her daughter was wonderful but it was hard staying away from going further than just kissing. Of course, I didn't mention some of the other things Jennifer and I had been doing. 

"Do you need a ride home?" asked my girlfriend's mom.

Nodding yes, we walked to the parking garage. Mrs. Johnson had parked far from the stairwell, and once we approached the car she asked if I wanted to drive. It was a great choice on my part.

Once inside the car the woman reached over and stroked my thigh. "You have to be a good boy with my daughter, no sex, right?"

"Yes mam."

She unzipped my pants and wormed her hand into my briefs, slowly grasping my cock and pulling it out into the open. She made slow work of stroking my cock, up and down until I was ready to explode.

"Does this feel good?" asked the woman.

All I could do was grunt. I leaned back against the car door and luxuriated in the calm stroking of my cock. The woman's hand felt so good, and I was writhing to and fro as she made my dick jump. 

Then I felt something wet on my cock. Opening my eyes and looking down, I couldn't believe it. Mrs. Johnson was licking my dick.

"Oh no, Mrs. Johnson, I'm going to cum!"

She never moved off my cock and I began spurting my manly sauce into her wet and willing mouth. The woman held my dick in her mouth and sucked as I exploded everything I had. 

The woman didn't move off my cock until I was fully spent. Drained, I watched as she pulled her head up and wiped her lips with her while blouse sleeve.

I looked aghast, afraid I'd done something terribly wrong my cumming in her mouth. Soon those fears were allayed as the woman smiled at me.

"You know, my husband doesn't get to cum in my mouth, and somehow you got me to do it," said Jennifer's mother. "That was really hot. You taste very good."

On the drive home I stuttered my thanks and told the woman I'd surely stay away from her daughter's sex. 

That promised lasted a couple days, because on Friday night when were making out Jennifer asked if she could stroke me off again. Seconds later my dick was unveiled and the young girl was stroking me off. 

Again, I wasn't going to last long, except that Jennifer asked a startling question. "Can I try what Amber did with Richard?"

Having no idea what she was talking about, it took a couple seconds to say yes. But once I did I was startled again when Jennifer leaned over and licked my cock while stroking it. 

She worked the base of my cock while licking the tip and soon I was rocking just as I had with her mother earlier in the week. And just like that afternoon in the parking garage on this night I was equally quick to cum. I spurted into her mouth and watched as she swallowed. 

"Damn, that was hot, Jennifer. That was so sexy, so satisfying."

The girl smiled a shy smile and put her head on my shoulder. 

Then she asked me to kiss her. I debated the thought, but quickly did. If she wanted me to, I would. We kissed for several minutes and I know that while I could taste my cum it was the right thing to do. It was a good decision.

We drove home and along the way Jennifer told me it was a good thing I had kissed her. "Amber said a guy who doesn't kiss you after a blow job isn't worth giving them to. So I am really glad you kissed me. That was so hot."

Over the next two weeks I received a four blow jobs, two from Mrs. Johnson and two from her daughter. It was a summer I will never forget. 

After Jennifer headed off to university I believed my time with her mother might end. As it was, it always seemed as if she wasn't around or our paths didn't cross. 

When they did Mrs. Johnson acted as if we'd never been together. Needless to say going from regular blow jobs to nothing was quite a shock to my system. Still, I had wonderful memories of the summer.

I was daydreaming at a local park about those great times, paying no attention to my surroundings, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, what's up, how have you been?" It was Mrs. Johnson, dressed in her running gear. 

I muttered something and we spoke for several minutes. It was a nice conversation that changed a bit when I mentioned that I might head up to the university to see Jennifer.

"Oh?"

We spoke for a while as I walked along with Jennifer's through the park. "So you are going to see Jennifer?"

Nodding yes, we walked a little more. We hadn't seen anyone for a while and when we turned a corner we could see down the path both ways. Nobody was near us. 

"Follow me," said the woman, walking down a less traveled lane off the main path. 

About 30 yards from the main path the woman stopped, turned, and smiled at me. "I've missed something," was all she said. 

With that she began stroking my dick through my pants. Soon that stroking led to my zipper being lowered and my cock exposed. 

Mrs. Johnson lowered herself onto her haunches, stroking my dick. I watched as her mouth opened and engulfed my cock. She slowly sucked me while playing with my ass. 

"Oh Mrs. Johnson, that's incredible," was all I could say. 

Holding her head in my hands I rocked in and out of my girlfriend's mouth. She sucked my cock while I enjoyed her actions. One thing I had learned with the two women was to have a little more control of my orgasm.

I let the woman suck my dick right there in the park. A couple times I heard bike riders heading past and once a runner. That was hot, knowing that I was getting a blow job while people were nearby. 

My girlfriend's mom was wonderful at sucking my dick. He knew how to move in tune to my rocking. Soon those thoughts sparked me to let go. I felt the cum boiling up and I shot my load into her mouth. 

The woman milked my dick until I was fully spent. Again, she worked my dick until I was totally satisfied. What a feeling. 

Damn, I will have to tell her I'm heading up to college more often!