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Thirsty for Mrs. Sanders

By: MILF_wants_you



My friend is talking to me. I hear her droning on about something I don't care about, some shit about a PTA meeting. I nod my head occasionally, pretending to listen to her irrelevant rant... but my attention is devoted to something else.

His supple young body hypnotizes me. The sun beats down on him as he leans over my son's car engine. My son knows nothing about cars, never sparked an interest. Luckily his friend does.

Dammit, this woman is still talking. Must keep up the act. I can't let her know I only invited her over so I can watch her beautiful 19 year old son tweak that sad little vehicle in my driveway. 

He comes out from under the hood, and wipes the sweat from his head. His damp brown hair intrigues me. I wonder what it would be like to tug it. He looks over toward me with those stunning green eyes. I should offer him a drink... no. No, let him sweat. His fingers curl under the bottom of his soaked shirt and he lifts it over his head, throwing it to the ground. My breath hitches, as I notice the smoothness of his chest, barely sporting any hair at all. 

"Deana, are you listening to me?" 

Shit. "Uh, yeah yeah. What would you like me to bring?" 

"Bring the plates, I'll take care of the napkins and such."

"Sounds good. Say, uh, can I offer you something to drink, Sharon?"

"Sure, vodka on the rocks would be great." 

"No problem."

She turns her head towards the boys and shouts in a VERY annoying voice, "Allen, Roy, do you want something to drink?!" They nod vigorously. "Alright, Allen go help Mrs. Sanders, she's only got two hands!!"

The dripping wet little devil shuffles toward me and I crack a half smile. "Thank you, Allen. Follow me." My voice is sultry, alluring.

"Yes, ma'am." Oh my, so polite. Such a good boy...

I gently strut in front of him as we make our way to the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me. I turn to look at him, and I see his eyes quickly dart from my ass to the wall next to him. Cheeky little bastard... I turn back around and smile.

When we get to the kitchen I make sure we are out of sight from nasally little Sharon. He leans onto my counter, staring at me. His chest heaving. He is so thirsty. I take a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and crack it open. I offer it to him, his mouth hangs open a bit, awaiting the relief. Quickly, I snatch it back and take a nice, long swig. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out a bit of a whimper. "Please, Mrs. Sanders..." 

I smile, holding the ice cold water in my mouth. I crook my finger at him. He swallows and shakes his head. Disobedient. We can't have that. 

Instantly I make my way over to him and pin him to the counter, his mouth barely an inch from mine. He breathes harder now, his skin is so warm against my blouse. He looks at my mouth, knowing I have what he wants, and his tongue falls from his lips. He leans in and I grasp his face, tilting him back onto the counter. I hold him in place, putting my index finger in his soft, young mouth, prying it open. I let the water drip from my mouth to his, and he swallows vigorously. 

"More?" I whisper. 

"Please..." he barely squeaks. I can feel his cock getting hard against my leg. I am winning this game. 

I retrieve the water bottle, and pour some lightly between his lips, some of it falling out of his mouth and dripping down his neck. I bring my mouth to his collarbone and slowly lick up his salty, tender flesh. When I reach his mouth, his cock is so hard I can tell he is in pain. His eyes are squeezed shut. 

"Look at me," I command. His eyes shoot open and they are glazed over. "Do you want me, Allen?" 

He nods nervously. 

"Touch me." I back up a little, giving him a better view of my now swollen, heavy breasts, basically straining against my blouse. He lifts his shaky, innocent hand and places a single finger on my lips, rubbing back and forth. I part them and he slips his finger inside. He looks deep into my eyes as I suck on it. He puts his other hand on my breast and his legs almost give out from the sensation. Poor thing...

I walk over and place my hand on the small of his back, embracing him, bringing him closer to me. He takes his finger out of my mouth, and puts it inside his. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he tastes me. 

"Oh, you naughty little thing," I growl, "do I taste good?"

"Amazing." His body is shaking. His cock is stabbing my inner thigh.

"Let's see how you taste." I claim his mouth, our tongues battling each other. Small, delicate moans escape his mouth, making me melt. My hands travel down his chest and into the front of his tight, strained jeans. I kiss down his neck, past the small patch of chest hair sprinkled on his beautiful chest. I run my tongue down his stomach as I undo his belt and pull down his zipper. I reach in, and without much effort his impressive cock springs free. He lets out a sigh of relief. I take his cock in my hand, and expertly start to jerk it up and down, tugging gently. His legs buck and contract, his hands grasping the counter to keep from falling. 

"Watch me, Allen."

His eyes bow to me, his chest rising and falling intensely. My eyes burn into him as I take him into my mouth. His cock instantly stiffens even further between my lips and he lets out a deep, guttural moan. I bob my head up and down his remarkable length. He places his hand on the back of my head and pushes me further down on him. Oh yes, there's the bad boy I knew was in there. 

He groans in pleasure as he hears me begin to lightly gag and choke on his cock, my eyes watering. "Oh, fuck, Mrs. Sanders." He tugs my hair back and forth, using me to pleasure him. "I'm going to cum!"

I pull my mouth off him, and pull my blouse open. My breasts become exposed, my nipples standing at complete attention. "Cum on them, Allen."

He grasps his cock and starts to jerk himself over my eager body. He lets out a long, deep, beautiful moan as he drains his hot, sticky cum all over my large, freckled breasts. 

I start to stand up, but he stops me. He leans down and takes me by surprise as he licks his cum off my breasts, cleaning them off. Incredible. 

"Mmm, such a good boy." I grasp the hair on the back of his head and pull, forcing him to look up at me. I press his mouth to mine again, tasting the sweet cum on his lips. His hand travels down my stomach, and then my thigh. He slips his antsy little fingers up my skirt and gasps as he realizes I am not wearing underwear, and how dripping wet I am. He slips two fingers inside me, leaving out his thumb to circle my clit. He isn't slow, he fingers me furiously. I lean back and sit on my bottom, spreading my legs for him. He sits on his knees and repositions his hand, so his palm is rubbing my very swollen, eager clit. I can feel his fingers curve upward inside me. He leans down and takes my hard, pained nipple into his mouth. My legs start to shake with pleasure. "Shit... Allen, fuck!" I cum hard around his hand, my pussy pulsating forcefully. I start to moan loudly, but then he pulls his fingers from my pussy, shoving them in my mouth, muffling me. "Mmm," I suck them dry as he watches, drooling. 

We both lean back and stare at each other, breathing heavily. "We should get back, Mrs. Sanders." He's right. 

We gather ourselves, I assemble the drinks, and we head outside. Allen goes back to my son's vehicle, handing him a bottle of water. I sit down with Sharon again, sipping my gin and tonic. Allen turns and glances at me. He still has a raging hard on. He knows I can see it, and smiles. I wink at him and take another sip of my drink. 

Thirsty for Mrs. Sanders Ch. 02



She kneels in front of me, her blouse open, waiting for me to cum on those beautiful, full breasts of hers. I hold my cock firmly in my hand and start to release as she throws her head back and moans...

I wake up in a cold sweat. I am out of breath. My boxers are soaked with the remnants of my intense wet dream. Shit, not again...

It has been three days since my interlude with Roy's mom. Every night visions of her sexual, burning eyes awaken me. I remove my drenched boxers and crawl back into bed. My cock is still hard. I hold out my right hand look at it. I remember how good it felt to have those fingers inside of her. The way she bucked her legs, the way she muttered obscenities under her breath as she came.

What the fuck am I going to do? I can't stop thinking about her. She lured me into the most intense sexual experience of my life. She knew how to direct my body. I bet she knew she would do this to me. She is driving me insane. I stare at the ceiling and confess what has been plaguing me: I am obsessed with Mrs. Sanders.

The next morning I get myself showered and ready to start my day. I rush downstairs and walk into the kitchen.

"Oh good, you're up."

"Morning, mom."

"Want some breakfast?"

"No, thanks." After waking up several times last night, I am too tired to eat. 

"Okay. What are your plans today?"

"Um, nothing really. I thought I might go to the mall or something. I have to find some interview clothes." I grab my wallet on the counter and look inside. Five fucking dollars. Shit. "Mom, can I borrow a few bucks?"

"Allen, for the love of God. Go find yourself a job."

"That's what I need interview clothes for!"

My mom sighs and looks through her purse. She comes up empty handed. "I'm sorry, Allen, but you are going to have to find some money another way. I'm cleaned out." Just then the phone rings. My mom answers it and instantly starts to drone on in that horrific nasally voice I have always hated. I start to head out the door.

"Allen, wait!" 

"What?"

"I may have a solution for you." I walk back into the kitchen and my mom holds the phone out to me. I place it to my ear.

"Uh, hello?"

"Hi, Allen." My cock stirs in my pants. That silky voice. Fuck.

"Uh..uh.. hi Mrs. Sanders." Shit I must sound like a fucking idiot. Come on, brain. Work! I hear her low, sultry snicker on the other line and put my face in my palm. 

"Allen, your mom says you are in need of some money." I swallow nervously.

"Yes."

"Well maybe we can help each other. I have a few things I need done around the house." I can almost hear her smiling. It makes me smile too. I am quickly yanked out of my daydream when I see the confused look on my mom's face. I turn away and clear my throat.

"What about Roy? He can't do it?"

"Roy is out with friends today."

I struggle to sound serious. "Um, ok. What do you want me to do?"

"I need my gutters cleaned. I also need someone to take a look at my sink. Are you good with plumbing?"

"Um, I had a buddy who used to do plumbing. He showed me a few things. I could take a look." I hope I am not sounding too desperate. 

"Could you come by now?"

I swallow again and try to focus on calming my stiffening cock. "Sure, on my way Mrs. Sanders."

"Good. See you then." 

"Okay, see you in a few." I start to hang up...

"Oh, and Allen?"

"Yes?"

"Bring a condom..." and with that, she hangs up. My eyes widen. Holy shit. So much for controlling my cock. I have to subtly tuck it up in my waistband. I hang up the phone and set it on the counter. 

"Well, I guess I found a way to make some money."

"Good. When will you be back?"

"I don't know." I try to sound calm... normal.

"Okay, just call when you are coming home." 

"I will. Bye." I leave my mom standing in the kitchen with a very odd look on her face, and head out the door. Damn my cock hurts.

I hop in my car and check the glove compartment. Good, I still have two condoms in there. I grab them and slip them in my pocket. I take a deep breath, start the car, and start to back out of the driveway.

As I cruise, I think about all the possibilities of the hours ahead. Visions of her dance in my brain. Her mouth, her skin, her moans...

I turn down my radio as I pull into Mrs. Sanders' neighborhood. I come up to her house and see her outside, bent over, doing some gardening. She is wearing a short sundress that gently blows in the breeze, her hair falling beautifully down her back. Sweet Jesus. 

I park on the curb and take one more long, deep breath before stepping out. She turns toward me and smiles deviously. "Hello again."

"Um.. hi." She walks toward me, her skin glistening in the sun. She wipes her brow and removes her gardening gloves. My mouth is dry.

"Well, the ladder is over there. Start on the gutters on the front of the house okay?" My eyes dart around in shock. She wanted me to actually clean the gutters? "I'm going to get a drink, want anything?"

"No thanks."

"Okay." She turns and walks towards the garage. My eyes go directly to her ass. It sways so softly back and forth. She stops and I look up, seeing her eyes staring at me. She smirks and keeps walking. Shit. She's teasing me... and she knows it. 

She disappears into the house and I walk over to the ladder. I climb up and start to clear out the mounds of guck that have piled for what seems like months. The clink of ice in a glass startles me and I look down. There she is, staring up at me. She has brought a folding chair. She sets it up, sits, and starts to sip her cosmopolitan. I start to climb down. "What are you doing?" I halt. 

"Uh, I thought you wanted to talk to me or something."

"No. Keep working please. Don't mind me." She takes another long sip. I swallow hard and climb back up. I struggle to concentrate, but somehow manage to keep cleaning. I get the first section done, time to move the ladder. I climb down and look towards Mrs. Sanders... but she isn't there. I dart my head around. No sign of her. I sigh a little and move the ladder over about six feet. 

I climb up, and just as I move my hands towards the next pile of leaves I feel a strange sensation on my leg. I look down and see a long painted fingernail peering through the ladder running up my thigh. I am a statue. My breath starts to quicken as her confident fingers brush over my cock straining hard against my shorts. 

I can feel my legs weakening. I grasp hard onto the ladder, my jaw falls open. Her hand continues to run up my stomach, gently scratching my skin. I feel the familiar goosebumps returning. I close my eyes and savor the sensation as her hand explores my groin. A small moan escapes my mouth and I bite my lip. 

Suddenly, her hand is gone. She walks away, taking another sip of her drink. I close my eyes and try to calm my body down. God, why does she do this to me?

I look over at her, my breath heaving. She stares hard. Is she waiting for me to make the next move? Fuck it, I'm going for it. I climb down the ladder and walk sternly over to her. She remains still, confident. I grab her hand and drag her to the garage. She lets out a gasp and gives in to my intentions. 

I open the door leading to the oh so familiar kitchen. I pin her against the counter and tower over her body. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing to me, Mrs. Sanders?"

She is not afraid of me. She laughs and takes another sip of her drink. "Just what do you mean, Allen?" Damn her confidence. It's such a turn on. 

I take the drink from her hand and set it down. I return a dark, hooded stare at her, my face inches from hers. "Do you have any idea how fucked up I've been since Saturday?"

She blinks slowly and brushes her fingers down my cheek. "No...I don't." She then grasps my arms and throws me off of her. She struts to the other side of the kitchen and smirks at me. "Why don't you tell me?"

She splays her arms behind her across the counter and awaits my answer. I clear my throat. Why does she make me so nervous?

"You're driving me insane."

She looks satisfied with herself. "Is that so?"

"Mrs. Sanders... what do you want from me?" I am stern, serious.

"What do you think I want?"

I reach into my pocket and pull out the two condoms and throw them on the counter. Words aren't needed.

She walks over and picks up the two foil packets. "I will save these for later." She walks out of the room for a moment to hide them somewhere. While I have the time alone, I exhale hard and consider my options. What the hell is going on here? Fuck, I want her. Could it be any more obvious?

I hear the thump of her footsteps coming closer and I look up. My cock instantly hardens as my eyes roam over her. She is naked. She picks up her watered down drink and swigs down the remainder of it, slamming the empty glass back on the counter. I have no idea what to say. 

"I know you are upset, Allen." Her voice pours over me like warm caramel. She stands in front of me. It takes everything in my power not to drop my gaze to her inviting breasts. I look her right in the eye. "I explored you last time. Now, it's your turn... touch me."

I wipe a bit of drool from my chin. My erection is painful. 

"What's the matter, Allen? Don't you want to touch me?"

I try to speak... I can't. She reaches down and rubs the bulge growing in my shorts. "Seems that you do." Her touch brings back the feeling in my body. I use the opportunity to grasp her face and kiss her. She rises into me and moans into my mouth. I run my trembling fingers through her hair and down her back. I can feel the warmth of her pussy radiating on my thigh. 

I curve my palm between her legs. "Ah, what are you doing to me?" She is so wet. I slide my fingers inside and all of the familiar sensations come rushing a back. She feels so amazing. 

She rocks her hips against my hand and reaches down to release my cock from its chamber. "Mmm, I want to taste you again." She slides my fingers out of her and bows at my feet. I suck her juices off my fingers, rolling my eyes in the back of my head. 

I feel her warm mouth surround my cock and I stiffen even more. Her masterful tongue runs up and down. My legs start to quiver. No... fuck, not yet!

Too late. 

I cum hard into her mouth. It's uncontrollable. She squeezes the base and slides her hand to the tip, releasing every last bit. 

"Fuck..."

She giggles and stands up. "It's alright."

I am out of breath with embarrassment. "Just all the daydreams... your fingers... and you came out naked and... fuck!"

She puts her finger over my lips, hushing me. I slip out my tongue a little, tasting her just one last time before she walks away. "Wait, what?"

"Go home, Allen."

Dammit! I can't believe I came so quick! Now she's kicking me out. I almost want to cry.

"I... ugh, I'm so sorry." She points to the counter. There is $80 cash waiting for me. 

"That's for you." 

I look at her, pained, hopeful. She keeps walking. I tuck my cock back in my shorts and put the money in my pocket. I start out the door, my head hanging low. 

"Allen?" I dart my head back inside.

"Yes?"

"I'll hold onto those condoms for next time." She gives me a warm flirty smile and disappears into the next room. Next time? I am instantly re-consumed. I don't think I'll ever get a good night's sleep again, and I think that's the way she wants it.



Thirsty for Mrs. Sanders Ch. 03



I release short, harsh breaths. My eyes squeezed shut. I am so close to release. I run my hand up my hard cock faster and faster, picturing her in my mind. The way she strutted into the kitchen naked, the feel of her lips on my skin. Fuck, here it comes!

My cum shoots hurriedly into my balled up t-shirt. I moan and exhale in relief as I drain myself completely. I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling, out of breath. Damn, this woman is going to put me in a mental institution. 

For days, I've woken up repeatedly from the same nightmare. I embarrassed myself the last time I was with her, and now all I see is her pointing and laughing at my premature ejaculation... although she didn't make fun of me at all. What happened left me destroyed. I don't know if I can ever face her again. 

My cellphone buzzes and I look at the screen: "Hey man, wanna come over?"

I feel a bead of sweat appear on my temple. It's from Roy. Fuck, I can't go over there. I'm obsessed with his mom, and there is no possible way I could hide it. I quickly compile a lie.

I text back: Nah, I'm busy. Filling out job applications.

My phone buzzes again: What? Screw that shit, come over. 

I stare at the message, biting my lip. I'll try one more time: I have a huge stack of them here. I should really get this done.

Another buzz: Dude, I'm so fucking bored. Get over here. 

I sigh and give in: ...Fine. Give me a few minutes.

Fuck... I have never felt both this excited and terrified. I grab a small bag and throw some clothes in it. I tell my mom that I will be hanging with Roy and possibly staying the night. 

"Okay, but call me when you are coming back. I asked you to call last time, and you didn't."

She was right. I was so distracted with my own misery last time, I forgot to call.

"I will. Bye mom." 

Again, I get my car and head over to the Sanders house. My stomach turns in with dread. 

When I arrive, I park my car, grab my bag and get out. Roy comes running outside to greet me.

"Hey man! Come on in!"

I remain emotionless as I step inside the house. I dart my eyes around, scoping the area. It's very quiet.

"Are you the only one home?"

"Yeah." 

Oh, thank God. I can relax now. "Alright, so what do you wanna do?"

"Let's put on some music. We can blast it since we're the only ones in the house."

"Sounds good." Roy puts a CD in the player and immediately some horrible deep groans of death metal start pouring through the speakers. I hate this music.

"What?"

"Not a fan of this, but it's your house so..."

"Aw, give it a chance." Roy starts to head bang and let the music flow through him. I ignore him and sit on the couch. I look around the room, staring at the family portraits... staring at her. She looks so normal in the photos, just happy. Her smile is so genuine, unlike the sultry alias she has shown me. I start to picture her without her clothes on, in poses of the women in the dirty mags I keep under my bed. 

"ALLEN!!" I jump out of my daydream. My cock is hard and I panic, immediately grabbing a throw pillow and placing it over my lap. 

"What the fuck?! You scared the shit out of me!"

"I said your name about 10 times, man!"

"Well if you didn't have that dumbass music turned up so loud, I may have heard you!" Good save, Allen. Good save.

Roy frowns and turns off the stereo. "Sorry. What would you like to listen to?"

"Anything but that. Is it okay if I make myself something to eat?"

"Sure, I'll put on Offspring, is that alright?"

"Much better. Do you want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good."

I walk into the kitchen and instantly my legs start to shake. A few days ago Mrs. Sanders was naked and pressed against me right by that counter. Fuck... my cock stirs again. I delicately make my way over to the fridge, tucking my cock in my waistband. As I reach for the fridge, I hear a noise behind me. I look back and the doorknob is turning. It opens and there she is. She is struggling with groceries, but I am too frozen to say anything. She looks up and notices me. She smiles softly. 

"Well, hello Allen. Nice to see you."

My voice disappears. 

"Do you mind helping me with these groceries? ROY? COME HELP TOO!"

Roy rushes in, "Hey, mom. Come on, Allen, let's get this over with."

I follow him out to the garage, trying my best not to look Mrs. Sanders in the eye. I don't say a word. I can hear her giggle softly as I brush past her. My cock is starting to hurt now. I hope no one notices.

Roy opens the back of the van and starts handing me groceries. I take all I can carry, and I feel a very unwanted slip in my pants. Roy gasps and looks down. "Haha! Nice boner dude!" 

"Fuck you." I put down the groceries and fix myself. I proceed to bring the groceries inside, Roy still laughing at me as I walk away. Fucking asshole.

Mrs. Sanders motions for me to put the bags on the counter... that counter. I do and she starts unloading them. She brushes her hand against my wrist and it sends a surge through my body. Was that by accident? Who fucking knows anymore... 

I look up and she stares deep in my eyes. "You alright?" her whisper is low and sexy. 

I clear my throat and nod. Roy comes in and starts laughing again. "Mom, guess what I just saw! Allen had--"

"SHUT UP, ROY!!" I halt myself, eyes widened. I didn't mean for that outburst to be so loud. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Sanders."

"No it's alright. Roy, don't make fun of your friend."

"Whatever." Roy continues to laugh, sets down the groceries and walks away. I help put the groceries away and clean up the bags. 

"Thank you, Allen. You guys make sandwiches or something okay? I'm going to hop in the shower." As soon as she says that, my boner rages in my shorts. Damn this woman. She kicks off her high heels and sways that beautiful ass as she walks toward the stairs. 

I make a couple sandwiches and walk back into the living room where Roy is sitting his lazy ass on the couch, not doing shit as usual. "Here, man." He thanks me and starts eating. 

"Sorry about that. My mom was right, that was fucked up of me."

I do not answer him. I just eat. Roy has put in the movie "The Departed" and we sit back and watch. It's always been one of my favorite movies. About 10 minutes in I hear a strange creak in the walls, and a rushing noise. Mrs. Sanders must have turned the water on. I swallow... tapping my fingers on my thigh. I really shouldn't... ugh, I have to. 

"Hey, uh I'm going to go upstairs. I think I left my favorite shirt over here last time."

"Yeah, yeah whatever man." Roy is engrossed in the movie. I don't even think he heard me. I stand up and walk toward the stairs. 

With every step, the rushing water sound gets louder and louder. I stand outside the bathroom door and see the steam flowing out the bottom. I can smell her body wash. I inhale deeply, feeling it resonate through my body. It smells of cherry blossoms and mint. It's intoxicating. I put my hand up to the door, and with the slightest push of my fingertip, it cracks open. The smell and steam surround me. It's luring me in. I hear her humming, groaning from the hot water hitting her body. She must have had a hard day.

I slip inside and shut the door behind me quietly.

The shower is around the corner of the large bathroom. She can't see me. The sliding glass doors are fogged up, but there is one small crack left open. I peer around quietly and take in the view of her beautiful wet body. She runs her fingers down her long hair and lets the hot beads of water slip down her chest. Her nipples are hard and tempting. She bends over to wash her calves and thighs. Her ass beckons me. I start to breathe heavy as I place my hand over my straining, painful cock. I reach my hand inside and start to run it up and down. My eyes are fixed on her. She is breathtakingly stunning. 

"Fuck.." I whisper. Suddenly, she stops and turns toward me. She gasps as she sees me. I am mortified. 

"Dammit, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." I close my eyes and wait for her shout at me. She must think I'm such a fucking pervert.

I open one eye. She smiles, turns back around and continues showering. A whole new rush of adrenaline comes over me. This woman is so incredible. "You've got to be kidding me."

She squirts some more of that wonderfully smelling body wash and rubs it all over her wet, flushed body. I moan as I watch her, and take my cock in my hand again. She watches me stroke myself and nods her head in approval. "Mmm, you are such a bad boy, Allen."

I blink slowly and nod. The pleasure is controlling me. I stroke harder and faster, my blood rushing to my groin. 

"Slow down." Her voice is stern. I release my grip on my cock and place my hands behind me, grabbing the double sinks to support myself. She curls her finger around the glass door and slides it open about 3 inches more, giving me a much better view. My jaw drops open as she squeezes and massages her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She reaches between her legs and starts to slowly rub herself. I reach for my cock again and jerk, slower this time. 

"Oh, very good." She rubs herself faster, tugging her nipple hard. She throws her head back and moans from the sensation. I let out a deep, guttural moan as my balls become tight. I need release. I subconsciously start stroking faster. "No...slow down." Her words are my direction. "Come here."

I walk over to the small opening of the glass door and she reaches out and grabs my cock. That familiar shiver from her touch takes over my body. She pulls me toward her and jerks me nice and slow, almost torturing. I reach down and place my hand over hers. She looks up at me with those amazing eyes. "Ah, fuck.. oh it feels so good." I grind my hips, struggling to strengthen my legs. She leans down and places her breasts around my cock. She is so warm and slippery. I place my hands above my head, grabbing hold of the shower door. I watch in fascination as she runs her soaking breasts up and down, pulling me closer and closer to orgasm. 

"Mmm.. I think you're ready now."

"Ah... ah... ready for what?"

"Remove your clothes and get in." 

Oh my god... 

No hesitation. I quickly undress and start to move the shower door. She stops me.

"Open that drawer first." I race over to it, open it and see the familiar shine of the foil packet. "Put it on."

I recklessly open the condom and slide it on my aching cock. I will finally get to fuck her! I am reeling. 

She steps back and allows me to get in. I breathe heavy with excitement, grab her beautiful face and place a long, passionate kiss on her lips. She lifts one leg to the side of the shower and places her hand on the small of my back, pulling me toward her. I reach my fingers between her legs and slide two fingers inside. Fuck, she is always so wet. I remove my fingers and place my aching cock against her pussy. I rub it up and down a few times, still kissing her. I begin to slide it in, slowly. She pulls me in again, making my cock thrust hard inside her. We both groan, and I start to move in and out. She feels so tight around me, squeezing. 

"Oh fuck, you feel so good."

"Mmm, yes. Go as hard as you can."

I growl with ferocity, grab her ass and violently plunge in and out of her. She moans loudly and it drives me insane. She tugs my hair and kisses me again. We are animals. The sound of our skin slapping against each other is mesmerizing. "You want to cum with me, baby?" she asks breathlessly. 

I fuck her as hard as I can and with one deep thrust I cum hard. I can feel her pussy clench around me as she cums, pulsating, tugging. Oh fuck, it feels so good. We moan hard and slow as we enjoy our postorgasmic bliss. 

I kiss up her neck and whisper in her ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Sanders."

I slide out of her, remove the condom, and tie it off. I give her one last kiss before I step out of the shower. I dry off and quickly dress. 

Oh, shit! Roy is probably wondering where the fuck I am. I have to get downstairs! 

"Let me make sure he didn't hear us."

She wraps a towel around her glistening body and smiles at me. "Go ahead."

I rush downstairs. The movie is still playing, but Roy is nowhere to be found. I see a sheet of paper on the couch. I pick it up and read it:

Had to go out for a minute. Be back in about an hour. - Roy

Strange...but thank god he didn't hear us. I check the clock. Shit, it's almost 10! I grab my phone and call my mom. 

"Hello?" She sounds breathless.

"Uh.. mom?"

"Hey, Allen. Thanks for calling this time."

"Yeah." Something doesn't seem right. "I think I will stay the night."

"Okay...," I hear another voice in the background and my mom mutters for them to shut up. "I'll see you tomorrow then, sweetheart." 

"Mom, is someone there with you?"

"What?! No! don't be ridiculous." She is lying. She is a terrible liar. The voice appears again and I listen closely. I know that voice...

Roy?!



Thirsty for Mrs. Sanders Ch. 04



I toss and turn in my bed. I can't sleep. I get up, slip on my satin robe and start to roam the hallways. I peek in Roy's room. Allen is flopped across the bed, his mouth open, snoring loudly. I smile at the sight. Tonight I gave him what will surely be the most intense sexual experience of his life. I look up and down his body. So young, so glorious. I tuck my hair behind my ear and lean down toward him. 

"Thank you," I whisper. I wonder if he knows how much I love this taboo relationship as much as he does. He stirs a bit, but instantly falls asleep again. I make my way out of the room and continue down the stairs. The house seems so open, so empty. I make my way to the kitchen and pour a glass of wine. Leaning on the counter, sipping slowly, I reminisce about the feel of Allen's body against mine. I moan grows low in my throat and I close my eyes. Having him under my sexual power is just what I need. My husband has made me feel so powerless over the last few years, especially after I caught him sleeping with his co-worker a few months ago. 

I am pulled from my bittersweet thoughts by the squeak of the doorknob. Shit! I scurry towards the stairs and hide behind the banister. I peer through the railing and watch as Roy tiptoes inside. He closes the door slowly and carefully and makes his way towards me. I duck low, completely out of sight. As he makes his way up the stairs, it takes everything in my power not to giggle at his horrible attempt of being quiet. He is so clunky when he walks. I hear his bedroom door close, and I know I'm in the clear. 

Instantly I make my way to the phone and call Sharon. 

"Hello?"

"Hey there. So, how did it go?"

"It was fine until my son called. Roy doesn't know how to stay quiet!"

A sense of panic grows in my midsection. "What are you talking about?"

"Allen called to let me know he was staying the night, and Roy insisted on asking me a million questions while I tried to remain calm."

"Oh shit, do you think our cover is blown?"

"No, I don't think so. We will have to see in the morning. You will have to remain casual with Allen. Read him, see if he knows anything."

"Yeah, I will."

"Okay. Despite all that, this is really fun!"

"I know. I had the most amazing time with your son tonight."

"Likewise. Alright, go to bed. We can talk in the morning."

"Bye, Sharon."

I hang up the phone and cautiously make my way back upstairs to my bedroom. I pause by Roy's door. I hear whispering. 

"Where the hell were you tonight, man?" Allen seems angry.

"Nowhere. Go to bed."

The whispering ceases. I slip into my room, and lay in my lonely king size bed. I try to calm my nerves and slowly drift off to sleep.

The next morning I come downstairs and see the boys eating cereal. Allen glances at me, his face deadpan. I try to remain calm.

"Good morning, guys."

"Good morning," Allen says, turning his gaze to Roy. I proceed to make some coffee and pour myself a cup. I sit next to Allen and brush my knee against his thigh. He shutters a bit and struggles to hide a smile. This comforts me. Maybe he doesn't know anything. 

"Roy, after you're done, do you mind going to the store and getting a few things?"

"Sure. Allen you want to come?"

Allen starts to speak, but I interrupt. "Allen, I could use you're help cleaning up the kitchen."

He looks up at me and releases a long exhale. He looks over at Roy, "I'll stay here."

"Okay, whatever man." Roy finishes his breakfast and takes the grocery list off the fridge. He goes out to his car, leaving his empty bowl and spoon on the table like the total slob he is. 

Allen turns and stares at me hard. "You look lovely as always."

I feel my face turn red. "Thank you. Let's skip the pleasantries. Do you want to come up to the bedroom for a bit?"

His eyes widen at my direct request. "Absolutely!"

I take him by the hand and we scurry to my bedroom. I shut the door behind me and turn to look at him. His body quakes with anticipation, and his breathing changes. I still have such an amazing power over him. I strut slowly over to him and run my fingers down his face. He closes his eyes and places his hand over mine. He leans in to kiss me, placing his other hand at the small of my back. As we kiss, I lean him down onto the bed, slowly removing his clothes. His cock stands at the ready and I let it rest between my legs. He groans low in his throat as he instantly feels my warmth. 

"Oh, Mrs. Sanders. Always so, so wet."

I undo the sash of my satin robe and let it fall down my shoulders. Allen's eyes are drunk with arousal. I lean down and rain small kisses on his chest and up to his neck. His cock grows harder underneath me. His hands curve around my ass and up my back. 

"Mmm, oh please don't tease me. Not today." 

I giggle at his plea. 

"No?"

"No."

"But maybe I like teasing you."

"No... please."

I pause and frown a bit. I pity him. 

"Okay." In one swift motion I crawl upward and place his face between my legs. He licks my pussy with such ferocity. He looks at me with those innocent green eyes. Oh, how they turn me on. I moan as his tongue slips in and out of me, occasionally flicking my sensitive clit. The sensation is overwhelming. I think I might...

"Ah, no not yet!" I scoot off of him and get on all fours. I peer between my legs and see him looking at me upside down. "Fuck me."

He repositions so he is behind me. He gently rubs his palm from my pussy all the way up my ass. His breath is so warm against my skin. "God, you are so beautiful."

He rubs his throbbing cock up and down my opening, and begins to slide inside. He is slow, resisting the urge to cum too quickly. I have taught him well.

"Take me hard again, like you did in the shower," I mutter. 

He growls in approval and starts to quicken his pace. Our skin makes that glorious slapping sound with every thrust. I scream out as he fucks me with a deep violence. He grabs my long hair and wraps it around his wrist, forcing me to arch my back for him. 

"Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. So good." The poor thing can hardly make a sentence. Then again, neither can I.

He pounds into me over and over and it feels so incredible. I try to peer back at him, but his hand holds me in place. So forceful, so amazing. I feel myself starting to tremble and I know I'm getting close. 

"Ah... ah, fuck! I'm about to cum!" I clench hard around him. My pussy pulsates as I scream out a long, ravenous moan. This has to be the most intense orgasm I've ever had! He thrusts a few more times before pulling out. I feel his warm cum shoot all over my back. He whimpers and sucks in short breaths as he enjoys his release. 

He collapses onto me, making me fall forward. 

"Oh my god, Allen..." I can hardly speak. 

"I know... I know..." He rolls over, staring at the ceiling, as I remain on my stomach and we look at each other's happy and exhausted expressions. He regains enough strength to bring one hand towards me, stroking along my now messy hair.

"You are so sweet, Allen. You know that, don't you?"

He smiles, but doesn't answer. 

We lay like that for a long time, when suddenly he speaks.

"I have to ask you a question."

My eyes widen a bit. A small bit of panic rises in my stomach again. "What is it?" I try to sound calm.

"Do you know where Roy was last night?"

Instantly I'm nauseated. "Um...no."

"I do." I swallow hard. Calm down, Deana. 

"What do you mean?"

"I know what's going on." I stare at him, implying that I want him to keep talking. "Roy is doing the same thing with mom that I'm doing with you...isn't he?"

I feel sick.

"Tell me I'm not imagining this."

I take a deep breath. "...No, Allen. You're not."

He nods and looks down. "You know, I thought this would bother me more... but it doesn't."

A glimpse of hope enters my body. "Really?"

"Really. I don't want this to end, no matter what's going on."

I climb on top of him and kiss with a long, intense passion. "Me either."

THE END