I received a text from Janice late Thanksgiving evening. “Are you available Saturday night? My kids are going to a sleepover. I want to make you dinner. I’ll be your dessert. When do you go back to college?”
“Dinner sounds great. I leave Sunday at noon,” I replied.
“When will you be back in Oak Valley,” she texted.
I smiled as I typed my reply, “My last exam is Friday morning, the sixteenth. Home about dinner time.”
“OK, Saturday at 6:00 pm,” read Janice’s text.
Sitting on my parent’s couch, nursing a beer, I thought, “Life is good.” The day started with my high school buddy’s annual flag football game, a thirty-person family gathering at my parent’s house, tons of great food, and lots of booze, and now I was reading texts from the hot thirty-eight-year-old MILF who seduced me two days earlier.
I laughed at the circumstances of my hookup with my new client. I was literally in the right place at the right time to see Janice naked in her bedroom as I was on the ladder. My mind wandered about fucking the mother of ten-year-old twins regularly. After all, I come home for a week for spring break, thanksgiving, three weeks at Christmas, and over two months in the summer.
My mind went dark, thinking, what can I offer Janice? Why would she want to continue secretly meeting with me? I’m a twenty-two-year-old fifth-year college senior who will graduate in May with a Software Engineering degree. I had no plans on returning to my hometown after graduation, and to do so just to hook up with a woman sixteen years my senior seemed “redonkulous.” I had grand plans of moving to Silicon Valley after graduation, rising the corporate ladder at a “Fortune 100” high-tech company, marrying the woman of my dreams, buying a house, having kids, etc…
**
I arrived at Janice’s house on time with two bottles of wine, a red and a white, and a grocery store bouquet of flowers. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was when I rang the doorbell. This was almost like an official date with an older woman. Should I call her “Mrs. Robinson” to break the ice I laughed.
Janice opened the door wearing black skinny jeans, red stilettos, and a form-fitting, short-sleeved red V-neck sweater, showing off her great rack. Her makeup was “glam light,” with bright red lipstick. My perverted mind quickly envisioned her red lips wrapped around my thick seven-inch cock.
“Wow, you look stunning,” I said running my eyes up and down her body.
“Thanks,” Janice said. “Please, come in.”
“The flowers are for you, and the wine is for us,” I told her.
After I entered the foyer, she gave me a big hug and a nice soft kiss on the lips before closing the door. We moved into the kitchen, where she opened the Spanish Albarino wine as she finished prepping ingredients for our salads. “Let’s toast—to our friendship. I want to thank you for sparking a fire in me that I thought I had lost,” she said softly.
I looked at her a bit confused. “Did you think you’d never have sex again?” I asked.
Janice looked up from dicing tomatoes. “I wasn’t sure. I had lost the love of my life. I’m a widow with two young kids. I didn’t know what to think. I was trying to survive, mourn, and eventually move on. Thankfully, Jack had a large life insurance policy that allowed me to pay cash for this house and to take a year or two off from work.”
“I know I’m ‘just a kid,’ but you have so much going for you. You’re beautiful, smart, well-spoken, sexy, and a vixen in the bedroom,” I told her, looking deep into her eyes.
“You forgot ‘with two kids.’ A vixen,” she laughed. “How many women have you slept with?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer that question truthfully, or at all. “Does it matter? I know an exceptional woman when I see one, and you are amazing.”
“My sister thinks I should start dating after the holidays. It’s been just over a full year since Jack died. I don’t know if I’m ready emotionally,” she told me. “But you brought out my sexual desires on Tuesday.”
**
We took our wine into the living room and settled on the couch where we kissed passionately. My hands were soon caressing her 36D breasts over her tight sweater. I took the lead and started to remove her sweater, she then pulled off my polo. We both removed our own pants. Janice was tracing the shape of my semi-erect cock through my boxer briefs as I lightly rubbed her hooded pearl.
I pulled off her thong and positioned her on the couch so I could dive right into her flower garden. Her hairless kitty glistened in the soft light from her moist garden.
As I looked at my sexy MILF, she began rubbing her breasts, squeezing her firm tits before pinching her dark nipples. I leaned over and kissed both breasts several times before lightly sucking on her left breast. I kissed my way down her torso and was about to start licking her slit when she grabbed my head with two hands.
“Look at me. I want you to use me tonight. Fuck me hard in a lot of positions. Be kinky. Be an alpha. Make me your cum slut,” Janice told me.
I stood up on my knees while on the couch. “Oh, I’ll fuck your brains out if that’s what you want. ‘Purple’ is our safe word,” I said as I grabbed her throat with my left hand.
She gasped in shock and then smiled as I squeezed her throat. “Yes, like that,” Janice whispered.
I reached down and took my belt off my jeans. “Face down, ass up,” I directed her. I pulled both arms behind her back and used the belt to secure her wrists. My rock-hard cock instinctively knew to push into her wet slit. I took the extra length of the belt and began playfully whipping her ass.
“Yes! Harder, Chase! Use me!” Janice mumbled, the side of her face pressed into the couch cushion.
I proceeded to whip her ass another twenty times before I pulled out, stood up, and led her down the hall to her bedroom. “On your knees, slut! Lick and suck my cock and balls,” I ordered her in a stern voice.
Janice looked up at me with a look that told me she approved of what I was doing. I stepped up to her and she started by licking my balls and cock. “I taste my pussy on your cock,” she whispered.
I started slowly thrusting, pistoning my cock into her mouth. She had a nice trick, that when I hit the back of her throat, she’d stick her tongue out, lick my balls, and then my thick throbbing shaft as I withdrew. “Oh, that’s a nice move!” I encouraged her.
My two hands dropped the belt and took hold of her head as I began a hard and fast face fucking, pounding my mushroom-shaped helmet in the back of her mouth. Janice began gagging, her eyes watered, and slobber was dripping from her mouth, landing on her beautiful breasts.
With no tension on the belt, she freed her hands and was now holding each of my ass cheeks. I noticed all of the drool in on her tits and in her cleavage and I knew what I wanted next.
“Put my cock in your cleavage,” I told her.
Janice must have done this many times as she naturally held each breast and sandwiched my fat seven inches. With her manually pumping her firm yet soft boobs around my cock, and me doing a little thrusting, I was soon feeling the need to cum.
“Cum on my tits, you young stud,” she said as we looked into each other’s lust-filled eyes.
A few short seconds later I could feel the impending explosion. I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself. I looked back at Janice and she had her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out. That did it.
“I’m cumming!” I yelled. “ARGH!”
The first rope of cum shot out and blasted the left side of her face, with three good-sized blobs, all connected with a thin ribbon of jizz. My second gusher landed on her upper lip, went down onto her tongue, and further south on her chin.
“Yes! Give me your load!” Janice exclaimed.
I finished with two more pearls on her tits. She took my cock and milked out several more blobs of spunk, licking it off my crown.
“Don’t move,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
I ran out to the living room and grabbed my iPhone from my jeans. When I returned she knew exactly what I wanted. “You better send me this video,” she laughed.
I took a couple of photos before switching to video. “Janice, what’s on your face?” I asked.
She looked right into the camera, smiled, and said, “Chase just gave me a facial. I just love the taste of his cum.” She then proceeded to wipe up blob after blob of my jizz and seductively lick the warm man milk off her fingers. “I can’t wait for you to come home at Christmas.”
“Janice, are you my cum slut MILF?” I asked.
Smiling, she said, “Yes, Chase, I’m your cum slut.” She then leaned forward and licked up my shaft, circled my ridge, and bobbed on my cock twice. “And cut! End scene two.”
We cleaned up a bit and returned to the kitchen where we enjoyed our meal. As I was leaving, she asked, “When will I see you again?”
“Well, I’m scheduled to take your lights down on the thirtieth. But,” I paused, “I’ll be home on the sixteenth. I can stop by to check on your lights.”
“I think I’m going to have a lot of issues with my lights,” she said with a devilish grin.
THE END CHAPTER TWO
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