6 comments/ 10729 views/ 6 favorites He's Nothing but Trouble for Amy By: MisterNatural This story involves a middle aged woman and a friend of her daughter who is 18. *** "I'm telling you I don't like it," Tom Rodman said to his wife as they looked out at the pool where their daughter Amy was splashing around with her friends, his contempt for the one in particular, 18 year old Wayne Strait never more obvious. "He's nothing but trouble for Amy. Mark my words." "He's a nice enough boy," Mimi Rodman replied as they watched the harmless frolic of the teens. "Not the sharpest knife in the drawer I'll admit but the others really likes him. Maybe he gives them discounts on sodas or something." "He's too damn old for her, and stop calling him a boy for crying-out-loud. He's a man - he's 18. What the hell kind of 18 year old man hangs around a bunch of girls?" "They're all just swimming. He works down at the store in town and they invited him up to swim," Mimi explained. "You know it's possible to go through life without your mind being in the gutter. Maybe you should try it sometime." "Yeah, maybe," Tom snarled as they watched the teens climb out of the pool dripping wet, the hair on Wayne's legs plastered to his legs and so thick it made his lower torso look black. "Still looks strange." "Lot of things look strange around here," Mimi mumbled as her disgruntled husband didn't even pretend to be listening, proving his lack of interest in her extended past the bedroom these days. "Next thing you know Amy will get knocked up and you'll be a Grandma, and that clown can't afford it on his stock boy salary," Tom said as he prepared to take off again. "What are you talking about? I've never seen him do anything but swim, and Amy is only interested in those guys in that group One Direction," Mimi explained. "If they show up with towels then I'll close up the pool." "I should stick around to make sure," Tom Rodman mumbled. "Leaving again?" Mimi asked, this pattern of her husband taking off on Saturdays becoming a habit. "Nice sunny day like this?" "I told you we're way behind on that west side development, and the boss is paying attention as far as who's putting in the extra work," Tom Rodman said as he grabbed his briefcase and left after casting a dirty look towards the deck. "Bye my love," Mimi said sarcastically to no one as he departed without a kiss, and as she looked out at the target of her husband's bizarre animus, she smiled when she looked at the outline in his wet shorts. "I know why you hate the kid so much. Tom Rodman's penis envy strikes again." The bright orange trunks Wayne was wearing weren't anything suggestive at all, but the baggy drawers did cling to the skin when wet, and Mimi didn't have to use her imagination to deduce there was something rather eye-catching about Wayne that her husband was probably envious of. "Looks like a a penis only bigger," Mimi said to herself as she leaned against the sink, a cabinet handle hitting her crotch just right and making her sigh. Mimi decided to go out and join her daughter and their friends so she went to the bedroom and packed herself into her very modestly cut one piece bathing suit, cursing herself for not going to the Y all winter like she had planned because the 30 pounds extra she had been carrying was still there. "See Tom," Mimi told her absent husband before going outside. "You'll be happy to know that I'm chaperoning our daughter's pool party." *** "Ignore me gang," Mimi announced to her daughter and her friends as she joined them on the deck, sucking in her stomach as best she could when she saw Wayne staring at her, only this time he wasn't gawking at her chest like usual but lower. "I know you don't need me to be out here but it's just too nice to be inside." "That's cool Mrs. Rodman," Wayne told her as Mimi sat in the chaise and leaned back, only just then realizing what the boy had been looking at. "Dammit," Mimi Rodman mumbled as she adjusted the leg opening of her bathing suit so that her pubic hair wasn't sticking out. Normally Mimi liked the goofy attention her daughter's friend gave her, only wishing that she was younger so she could give the kid a better show. "Poop," Amy Rodman said when her phone went off, and after a brief conversation with her girlfriend Melissa the two took the phone inside to continue the chat with the caller. "Back in the olden times we got along without a phone in the ear half the day," Mimi said to Wayne as he moved to the chair next to her. "That damn phone might as well be attached to her ear. Where's yours?" "I turn it off," Wayne said. "Don't need the interruption." "Good for you," Mimi said as she shielded her eyes to look over at Wayne. "Want me to put suntan lotion on you?" Wayne suggested. "No, thanks anyway. I'd like it but if the girls came out they might get the wrong idea," Mimi said, the idea of this 18 year old's hands on her making her tingle. "She's probably going to be on the phone for an hour with Chelsea anyway," Wayne replied. "There's some kind of drama going on with one of their friends. Kid stuff, you know?" "I vaguely recall," Mimi answered. "Was that Mr. Rodman leaving before?" "Yep." "He does that a lot - leaving on Saturdays," Wayne mentioned. "He work a lot?" "That's what he says," Mimi answered. "I don't think he likes me very much," Wayne suggested. "I think he's jealous of you," Mimi chuckled. "Why?" "You don't have to suck your gut in when you wear a bathing suit for one thing," Mimi retorted, and although she was tempted to add the bit about the bulge in the lad's trunks, instead she noted, "I think he might be jealous about your hairy legs too." "Hair isn't cool these days," Wayne noted. "One woman I know wants me to shave my legs." "Oh brother." "I like hair," Wayne added as he glanced down towards the leg openings of Mrs. Rodman's bathing suit to see if any hair had escaped again "Me too," Mimi replied, fidgeting at the boy looking at her too-full thighs. "I think it's more a case of Tom being afraid you're going to corrupt his daughter." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, he thinks you're too old to be around Amy," Mimi said, choosing to let the kid know what was up. "He thinks you might get her pregnant." "Pregnant?. No way. She's just a kid I know from the store. I don't play with fire," Wayne explained. "Tell him to relax, if you ever see him again that is." "Hey, I was young once myself so I understand," Mimi Rodman said with a doubting glance. "I'm not that young Mrs. Rodman. I'm 18." "Oh. At least you have common sense." "You sound disappointed," Wayne suggested. "I figured that would make you happy." "No, it's just that - I guess the question is why are you here then?" "Like I told you - we ain't boyfriend and girlfriend. I've heard Amy insinuates to people that we're going steady but if you ever ask her and she's in the mood to be honest, she'll admit what I just said. I never lead her on and never laid a hand on anything else on her." "That explains her motivation but what about you? Why let her pretend?" "A couple of reasons. This pool for one thing," Wayne informed her mother. "I love being able to swim like this." "Well, you get points for honesty at least." "Thanks." "What's the other reason?" Mimi asked. "I figured you knew," Wayne responded. "I thought that was why your husband don't like me." "Grammar Wayne. You meant to say my husband doesn't like you," Mrs. Rodman corrected. "But you lost me there I'm afraid. "You're the other reason." "Me?" "Yeah Mrs. Rodman. I really want to fuck you," Wayne told her, after which Mimi stared open-mouthed at her daughter's faux boyfriend for the longest time. "I know you're kidding around but that's a rather coarse sense of humor you have there though," Mimi said after recovering a bit. "Tacky too." "I'm not kidding around. Hell, I thought it was obvious. I practically undress you with my eyes - just like you do to me when we're out here swimming," Wayne informed her, and when Mimi started to protest he cut her off. "Don't deny it. I seen you checking out my stuff when nobody is looking." "I think the sun is getting to you," Mimi replied, not bothering to correct the boy's grammar while trying to mentally regroup. "You don't look at my cock when this suit is wet?" Wayne asked. "Well, I mean sometimes it's hard not to notice," Mimi admitted. "I want you to notice." "Look, I'm very flattered but I"m old enough to be your mother." "I don't want to fuck my old lady. I want to fuck you." "Not very romantic are you?" "I can be if you want." "Can we change the subject?" "I like older woman if that's what's bothering you," Wayne said. "I like big women too. Guess you could say I have a fetish for big tits, and you sure as hell have them." "I think I should go in now," Mimi said as she got up from the chair, looking towards the house in fear that Amy and her friend were watching. "I've been checking you out when you come into the store," Wayne explained. "I knew who you were so when Amy invited me over to swim I took her up on it, especially after that day last month when you came in wearing that purple top with the scoop neck. You know the one?" "That old thing?" Mimi scoffed. "That's hardly flattering." "When you bent down to pick up that can of crushed tomatoes and the front of the blouse dipped down it was," Wayne explained. "I knew you had a rack on you but man! What a pair of jugs. I was thinking you might have done that for my benefit." "Sorry to disappoint you but..." "You like guys with big dicks?" "Wayne..." "Come over here for a second," Wayne said as he cut Mimi off and herded her over to the side door of the garage, coaxing her inside without touching her. "You know you want it," Wayne sneered as he backed Mrs. Rodman against the wall and kissed her on the neck while taking her hand and pushing it down under the elastic of his trunks and onto his semi-erect member. "Squeeze it." "Please," Mimi whimpered but despite herself found her fingers clutching the hot thick flesh. "Something tells me you ain't getting anything like this," Wayne said as he nudged his shorts down to his knees so that Mrs. Rodman could see what she was holding. "Omigod," Mimi mumbled as she looked at the long sleek prong that wasn't anything like the few others she had touched in her 48 years. "We both need it," Wayne was saying, moaning as he grabbed at Mimi's pendulous breasts through the suit, roughly kneading the doughy globes while his cock seemed to throb in her hand. "Suck it Mrs. Rodman. You know you want to." "No," Mimi whimpered when the boy put his hands on her round shoulders, but she offered little resistance when the teen eased her down to the cement floor, his long swaying member hitting her on the chin along the way. "Take it," the boy brazenly commanded as he moved the tip of his dick to her lips, and as if unable to say no Mimi parted her lips, letting the conical glans into her mouth while Wayne's hands moved her face closer. "That's it. Suck my cock." Tears were trickling down Mr. Rodman's cheeks as she gave in, the boy's hands no longer needed to guide her head as her lips slid up and down about half of the arching cock. She was doing what she said she would never do - cheat on her husband - and the fact that he was likely doing that as well at that very moment did little to ease her guilt. "Too big for you Mrs. Rodman?" Wayne asked when the tip of his dick hit her throat and made her gag a bit. "Hell of a lot bigger than your husband, ain't I?" Mimi had her mouth full so she couldn't answer, but when she looked at the rest of her sleek prong that her lips could not reach she had been thinking the same thing because she could deep throat Tom with no problem, something that was not going to happen with Wayne. The kid was thrusting his hips towards Mimi as she sucked him, his balls slapping her neck as he skull-fucked Amy's mother until he groaned while cumming, ropes of his hot seed blasting into her mouth and down her throat, and despite the tears Wayne had to almost pull her off of him. "Not bad," Wayne said as he reached down under Mimi's arms and helped her to her feet, her face red and tear-stained and a dab of semen leaking out of the corner of her mouth. "I can't believe you made me do that," Mimi said as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Made you?" Wayne said with a chuckle. "You were so horny you tried to inhale my dick. Guess it's been a while since you were with a real man. I could tell you never tried to suck a ten inch cock before, but you learned fast. Imagine how it's going to feel in that sweet hairy pussy of yours." "What makes you think I'm going to sleep with you after what you just did?" Mimi asked, thinking about questioning the boy's measuring skills but deciding the difference wasn't enough to quibble about. "You will. You older women need it more than the young ones. Trust me, I know." "Is this something you do all the time? Forcing yourself on women you think are vulnerable?" "Forcing? Hardly. Most of the time they attack me," Wayne boasted. "Hell, I've been fucking one of your friends too." "That's crazy," Mimi replied, and then after a few seconds asked, "Who?" "My worthless old man didn't teach me much, but one thing he did say that I listened to was that if you want to get fucked today, don't be talking to a woman about who you fucked yesterday," Wayne explained. "The only reason I know she's a friend of yours is that one afternoon when we were in bed after fucking you called her up on the phone. She was in bed with my cum pouring out of her while you two yakked away." Mimi thought about the four or five women that could have been, each one more unlikely than the other to be that slutty, but then again she reasoned, she was standing in her garage with dirty knees and a mouth coated with a young boy's semen. "I would love to be able to hand out testimonials from some of my very satisfied mature lady friends, but discretion you know?" "You're very sure of yourself aren't you?" "I know what I can and can't do, and there's one thing I now I'm very good at. You deserve to be satisfied for once. When we going to do it Mrs. Rodman?" Wayne asked as he pulled up his trunks. "I can't Wayne. I'm married." "So's your husband." "I don't know for a fact he's cheating." "Amy does, or at least she seems pretty sure," Wayne declared. "She even knows her name - some broad he works with - Linda Brown or something? I overheard her whispering about it to one of her friends." "Browning," Mimi said softly, having met the girl at Tom's holiday party at work. "The latest in a series of bimbos." "You know her?" "Met her. Half my age, a skinny blonde bimbo like the others," Mimi mumbled. "I can't compete with that." "I'd walk around a dozen bimbos like that to get at you," Wayne said as he reached up and crudely cupped Mimi's breasts through the bathing suit. "Bet she doesn't have anything like these. Never even got to see them yet." "They look better covered up," Mimi answered, her nipples swelling despite the boy's crude behavior. "Let me be the judge of that," Wayne told Mimi as her breathing quickened. "Monday morning. I'm off work that day and Amy has school so the house will be empty. Your old man leaves for work at around 8 doesn't he?" "Yes but..." "He'll be going out the front door and I'll be coming into the back," Wayne explained. "Just kidding. I'll be here at 9. We'll have all day. What's the most times your husband's ever fucked you in one day? I can go almost non-stop. No lie. It's fact, and you'll see Monday." "I won't answer the door," Mimi responded. "Yes you will Mrs. Rodman. I'll bet you'll be at the door waiting for me." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" Mimi sniffed, the boy's arrogance somehow both repulsive and compelling to the normally straight-laced mother. The sound of the house's sliding glass door opening made Mimi jump, and as she told Wayne to tell her daughter and her chattering friends that he had been helping her fix something in the garage, she led him to the door. "I did do that didn't I?" Wayne grinned before leaving. "Fix something? Or at least started to fix something. I'll finish the job Monday." *** Mimi looked at her reflection in the mirror, her body still damp from the shower, and frowned at the little belly she had. Mercifully her breasts hung down far enough to cover most of her stomach, although she was still self-conscious of her extra 30 or so pounds. Lifting her arms, Mimi checked to make sure she had done a good job of shaving her armpits, and after inspecting her legs looked at the wild triangle of dark brown curls that covered her delta, toying with the idea of trimming the hair that fanned out to her inner thighs and thinning the dense bush. "No," Mimi told the mirror as she decided to let it be. "Wayne said he likes hair. Maybe when he gets a look at this jungle he'll change his mind." Mimi shook her head, embarrassed that she was trying to please a wise-ass kid who thought he was a Romeo just because he had a cock like John Holmes. Maybe not that big, Mimi mused as she closed her eyes and thought back to the garage, but pretty close. Wayne had said it was 10" long and while he might have been exaggerating a bit there was no denying it was absurdly long. Mimi had just watched her husband getting dressed moments ago, and when she had looked at Tom's dick wiggling around as he walked - a dick that was probably in that Linda Browning's cunt at work Saturday - Mimi had been struck at how little it seemed now. That wasn't anything that Mimi had thought much about before, but after seeing Wayne's cock the difference in the two men was astounding. Wayne's wasn't much thicker but it had to be almost twice the length of her husband's dick hard, not that Mimi had seen Tom's dick hard lately. How would it feel inside of her, Mimi mused. The guy had asked her that very question in the garage and it was something that she had though about the rest of the weekend. She was an aging woman who was used to something much smaller, and it was going to hurt, if in fact she answered the door. Mimi opened her eyes, lost in the trance that she had been in, and saw her reflection in the mirror, one hand between her legs and the other grabbing her breasts. Maybe this was menopause, or middle-age crazy. Whatever it was inside that was making her act this way, it wasn't her, but if she was going to actually let the boy in she had better get moving. She put on a little make-up and after getting her unruly brunette hair in order, tried to pick out something to wear. For the heck of it Mimi dug out a red lace bra and panties set that Tom had got her a few years ago, back when things were different. The panties were way too small, something Mimi was expecting, but to her chagrin she had outgrown the bra as well. "Too bad," Mimi mumbled, because Wayne might have liked seeing her in that. Tom used to like it. He had bought the sexy things - Mimi recalled how he even had to order the things by mail order because the place in the mall didn't carry her size, and when she saw the tag on the back, 42DD, she wondered what size she would need these days. "Cow," Mimi told her reflection, but then thought about the way that Wayne looked at her, like she was still desirable. It was at that moment Mimi knew that she would answer the door, and as she threw on a pink camisole that was long enough to cover her privates - the only thing she had that was remotely sexy - she decided against putting anything else on and just slipped a robe on over it. Like Wayne had predicted, Mimi was waiting at the door, peeking through the curtain a little before 9. What if he was bullshitting her, she wondered? Play a joke on the old bag. Make her suck his cock and then tell all his friends what a pig she was. He's Nothing but Trouble for Amy But then Mimi saw Wayne drive past the house in his beat-up Toyota, and when she saw him park down the road and across the street he earned points for that. Wayne might not be too smart but at least he didn't park in the driveway. Probably used to this, Mimi reasoned, especially if he spent much of his spare time screwing all the lonely old women in town, and as the kid walked toward the house looking like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever Mimi's heart started to race. "Wait... wait..." Mimi mumbled as she stepped away from the door, trying not to appear anxious, and on the second knock she opened the door. "Good morning," Mimi said. "Hi Mrs. Rodman. Am I too early?" "No, not all all Wayne," Mimi said as she ushered him into the kitchen. "And by the way, you can call me Mimi if you want." "Okay, but I kinda like using your last name. Makes it seem a little nastier," Wayne explained. "Would you like a cup of coffee - juice maybe?" Mimi offered from across the room but Wayne shook his head. "Only one thing I want," Wayne said, licking his lips like a wolf and making Mimi shiver. "Didn't know what to wear," Mimi shrugged. "Never been an adulteress before." With that she took a deep breath and let the robe fall off her shoulders and down to the floor, praying that the kid wouldn't laugh or worse. "Holy shit." "Is that a good holy shit or a bad holy shit?" Mimi asked in a cracking voice. "Take a guess," Wayne said as he gestured towards her crotch, the obscene bulge in his snug jeans that snaked towards his hip speaking volumes, and then he was peeling off his t-shirt and tossing it aside. Mimi had seen Wayne's tanned upper torso many times before; the smooth chest with rather large crimson nipples somewhere between trim and scrawny, his arms and shoulders toned if not quite muscular, and the thick tufts of hair that filled his armpits had always caught her attention, but not like this. And then Wayne was unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans, the white fruit of the looms looking almost comical as they tried to contain the cock that arched towards his hip. "You should wear boxers," Mimi said from across the room, smiling to try and break the tension. "I like the way these things feel," Wayne said, grabbing his cock through the cotton. Mimi's knees were knocking as she held the bottom of her camisole, wondering what she should do. Taking off this thing would make her naked - bare in the sunlit room that hid nothing and exposed all her flaws - but Wayne took charge. "That's it, nice and slow," Wayne directed, and as Mimi raised the bottom to just below her belly button, the boy's eyes weren't on her thick ankles or plump calves but fixed on the dense dark brown jungle of hair between her legs. "I knew you would have a really hairy pussy," Wayne said as he hefted his manhood through the briefs. "Good or bad?" Mimi squeaked as Wayne took a step closer. "Good. Very very good," Wayne told her with a salacious grin. "Now you can either pull that top off or risk me ruining it by tearing it off you." Mimi took a deep breath and then lifted the camisole up, wishing this was ten or fifteen years ago when her breasts weren't so enormous and while never being firm enough to stand out, at least weren't losing the war to gravity so badly as they did now. "Fuck," Wayne hissed under his breath as Amy's mother shredded the top, exposing a pair of breasts that were even bigger than the boy had imagined, the coaster-sized pebbly areolas a deep crimson with bullet-sized nipples at the centers. Wayne yanked down his briefs, causing his raging erection to fly around wildly as he stepped out of them and was on Mrs. Rodman in a flash, kissing her like she hadn't been kissed in decades as they embraced. "Want you so bad," Wayne snorted as he ground into Mimi, his huge appendage pressed into her lower belly as she found herself clawing at the boy's back in response. "Bed," Mimi grunted, fearing that he was about to try and stick it in her right there, and she grabbed Wayne's hand and led him down the hall in almost a jog. "Didn't bother making..." Mimi started to say about the bed, but she was already on the way down to the bedding courtesy of her eager admirer, and then he was burying his face between the thighs he had spread. It wasn't romantic or all that well done, but the slurping and the animal-like noises Wayne was making made up for it as he made Mimi's already wet pussy even wetter until he raised his head and moved up on his knees. "Please," Mimi whispered as she looked at Wayne's cock which was so hard the long prong arched upwards. "Be gentle at first - you're so big." "Just relax Mrs. Rodman," Wayne replied as he brought the tip of his tool to the wettest part of her bush and dragged the knob up and down the slightly parted lips before easing himself into her a bit. "AW!!" Mimi moaned as she gripped the boy's forearms, her back arching off the bed as the boy struggled to squeeze his prodigious member into her, and Wayne cackled in response. "Damn Mrs. Rodman!" Wayne chirped as he seemed to enjoy the discomfort he was giving. "Spending your life with your needle-dicked old man left you with a pussy as tight as a virgin." "Fuck!" Mimi howled as the teen kept impaling her, the usually mild mannered women looking crazed as she clawed at Wayne while that member kept going, reaching places that hadn't been touched in decades or maybe more. Wayne began methodically sliding his cock in and out of the excited MILF, and as the vice-like tightness began to ease her expression got even crazier, Mimi Rodman's eyes bulging as her nails left red marks on Wayne's shoulders. "Gonna cum ain't you?" Wayne sneered as he started thrusting harder and faster, the squeaking of the bed and the sloshing sounds of their couplings harmonizing with the mother's gasping. The boy was right because seconds later Mimi wasn't in condition to correct his grammar or do anything else because she was cumming, and Wayne had all he could do to stay on top of the middle-aged woman, holding her down as she bucked and squealed like it was her first orgasm. "Damn, you really like this big dick don't you?" Wayne chuckled as he straightened up, making his still-erect manhood bob up and down, the tool slick with Mrs. Rodman's juices. "Bet you want some more, don't you?" Mimi's face was wet with her tears and their sweat, and wanted to tell him that it wasn't the size of his manhood that excited her as much as the fact that it was hard and he wanted her, but when she saw that dick waving there she grabbed at his weapon. Wayne swayed backwards a bit and then spun onto his back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head and looking over at the heaving chest of his conquest. "Let's see you do some work Mrs. Rodman," Wayne challenged. "I wanna see you on top." Mimi surprised herself as she rolled over onto all fours, unconcerned about how she looked with her little belly and mammoth breasts hanging down as she threw her plump thigh over the cocky boy's hip and took his cock in hand. "That's it," Wayne announced as he watched his girl friend's mother's face contort as she eased herself down into the fleshy monolith. "Let that hairy pussy take all of that dick." Mimi's eyes rolled in her skull as she impaled herself fully onto Wayne, gently rolling her hips from side to side while trying not to hyperventilate as the boy reached up and kneaded her pendulous breasts roughly. "Damn I love these whoppers!" Wayne chortled as her fingers dug into the soft globes. "Reach over me and grab the top of the headboard." Mimi eased forward and caught her fall with her hands so the boy could get at her tits better, burying his head between them and squeezing them around his head while she tried to ride him. Their bodies were both slick with sweat, and while Mimi's chunky frame wasn't athletic she managed to get into a rhythm as he cock probed inside at a different angle. "Yeah, that's it Mrs. Rodman," Wayne declared as he looked up at the huge busted woman. "Looking at you like this is so hot. Your tits look even bigger from here. Gonna make me cum soon." "No!" Mimi practically screamed as she began moved her hips faster, using the boy as a trampoline as she tried to speed up her own orgasm which was imminent, and soon the bed was groaning as loud as Mimi was. "I'll wait for you Mrs. Rodman," Wayne arrogantly said as she got even more frantic. "I won't cum until you do." Wayne tried to corral Mimi's slippery jugs as they swayed and swung around while her portly body bounced, and although the boy didn't know exactly what came out of the woman's mouth as her pussy tried to snap his dick in two, it didn't matter. "Fuck," Wayne muttered as the woman held onto the headboard, her body having been racked with a second orgasm that he had enjoyed as much as Mrs. Rodman had, and as his spent cock slipped out of the now-sloppy pussy her sweat dropped onto his like a spring shower. "I don't believe that," Mimi finally said as she straightened up, her flushed face shining as she tried to catch her breath. "Believe Mrs. Rodman," Wayne told her as he put his hands behind his head and enjoyed the sight of her glistening body over him. "I also believe that you want some more too." "You think so huh?" Mimi asked, the sliver of contempt she had for the arrogant teen overwhelmed by the way she felt about how he had made her cum so hard, and as she put her hands on his solid man-boobs for balance she smirked, "You aren't one of those one and done guys?" "You're kidding right? I can go all day," Wayne said as the woman bent over and kissed his forehead, and as his friend's mother continued to kiss her way down his face and over his shoulder until she buried her face in his exposed armpit and began licking and chewing the moist tuft of curls he sighed, "Damn." "Like that?" Mimi snickered as she lost all inhibitions. "I'm going to make you prove that crap about going all day." "At the end of the day there's only going to one of us begging for mercy, and it ain't gonna be me," Wayne announced as the woman went over to nibble on his nipple. "Wait and see." *** "I can't," Mimi admitted about four hours later when Wayne came back from the bathroom with his boner swaying in front of him, suggesting that he wanted to do her from behind again because that was his favorite position. "I loved looking in the mirror at us," Wayne said of the dresser at the foot of the bed. Me back there drilling you and you on all fours looking up at the mirror at us with those tits hanging down like watermelons. What a turn on." "I want to, I just can't," Mimi said, the effect of being fucked for a great deal of the last few hours - more than she had experienced in the last year combined - showed at her ravaged sex because her pussy was so sore that she wasn't sure she could walk. "Crying Uncle?" Wayne grinned as he stood next to the bed with his now-crimson dick in hand, and after Mimi nodded he asked, "So what do I do with this?" "I'll get you off with my mouth again," Mimi offered, having already swallowed a load in between the third and fourth times they made love. "I've got a better idea," Wayne retorted as he climbed onto the bed and swung his leg over Mimi's thick waist. "Just relax and let me give you a pearl necklace." Mimi didn't know what he meant at first but when he put his cock between her breasts and squeezed the doughy mountains together she figured it out. "Just lay back and relax," Wayne suggested as Mimi stretched out below him, the moisture of their perspiration providing just enough lubrication for his cock as he thrust to and from in the deep cleavage. "You do this do all your victims?" Mimi asked as she watched the red tip of his cock peeking out a bit each time he leaned forward. "Just the lucky ones." "I'm getting used to your tackiness and cockiness," Mimi declared with a wink. "Especially your cockiness." "Only did this once before," Wayne admitted as he slid up and down. "Most woman don't have enough up top for this. You like it?" "I like watching your face - it's like the fuck faces you make," Mimi teased. "I've seen plenty of them today." "You might not be able to see much at all in a minute after I blast a load of cum all over your face," Wayne warned. "That so?" "Open your mouth for me Mrs. Rodman," Wayne grunted as he leaned forward, and as Mimi cackled a rope of semen spurted out and landed on her face, some going in her mouth and the rest over her nose and chin. The rest of his spurts landed harmlessly on her neck and collarbone, giving her the jewelry the kid had promised her, and after he was drained he lifted himself up into a squatting position with his limp dick over Mimi's lips. Mimi accepted the red bulb into her mouth, giving the knob an oral cleaning until Wayne eased off of her and plopped on the bed beside her. "Gotta get going," Wayne said as he looked at the clock. "I guess," Mimi said as she leaned over and put her hand on his chest, rubbing the smooth skin while trying to comprehend what she had done that day. "You know, if you want to come back sometime when everybody's away..." "I will. Taking Amy to the movies tomorrow night though," Wayne said as he rolled off the bed, and although Mimi smiled she cringed inside even though what he had said about their relationship being platonic was a relief. Mimi watched Wayne get dressed, enjoying the final views of the young hunk's naked body, and when she looked at the over-sized manhood she realized that the guy had her wrapped around his finger. Even that was better than being crapped on by Tom though, because Wayne never made any vows and promises to her like her husband had. Wayne had only promised to fuck her all day like she had never been fucked before, and his promise had been kept. "You know, maybe it would be better if you didn't swim with the girls anymore," Mimi suggested. "I know you're aren't doing anything with any of them, but it makes Tom nervous. You can come over and swim anytime you want though when he isn't here." "What if he comes home during the day?" "He never has, and it's worth the risk to me," Mimi explained. "I'm sure even if he did and saw you he's not the type to put up a fight, and you could handle him easily if he did." "Maybe he's the kind that likes to watch," Wayne suggested. "Watch us swim or watch us fuck?" Mimi tittered. "Fuck,' Wayne explained. "I got caught by this one woman's husband in the act but we didn't know he was in the room. It wasn't until we came that we saw him standing there in the doorway." "Watching?" "Oh yeah, but the funny thing was he had his pants down around his ankles and he was jerking off," Wayne explained. "After that now he just goes into the closet when I come over. He has his fun and we have ours." "You're kidding!" Mimi responded, and as her imagination ran wild she added, "That wasn't my friend was it? What did you say her name was?" "Tsk-tsk Mrs. Rodman," Wayne said as he leaned down and kissed her. "Now you wouldn't want me to be telling on you would you?" "Guess not. No, I can't imagine Tom doing that though," Mimi shrugged. "See you," Wayne said as he departed, and then Mimi was left to try and get to her feet. Mimi managed, although as she stood there bowlegged with the afternoon's fluid leaking out and down the insides of her thighs and looked at the sorry bedding covered with sweat and cum she felt ashamed. "This is what adultery feels like," Mimi told the room before padding off to the bathroom, wondering whether her husband felt the same mixed emotions when he left his mistress. *** Thank you for reading.