Page 16 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

CHAPTER NINE

Trent

Oh fuck, she was dirty. Marie, or Miz Sands as I should call her, was a mix of the high and the low, the innocent and the crazily slutty. Because the woman I’d met last night had been shy, even docile, looking around the bar like she didn’t belong there, beautiful but biting her lip, eyes wide. And yet she’d given herself to me, a total stranger, she’d let me take her a hundred ways to Heaven, making that sweet body come so hard, shaking and shivering, screaming my name as she came.

And the contrasts just kept coming. This morning I’d been fucking astounded to find out that my hot slut from last night was also my friend’s mom. I mean, what the hell? What were the chances of that happening? But oh yeah, the soft, curvy body, the huge tits, the wide hips, they marked a breeding female, one who’d been successful, with solid proof of her fertility … my friend Robbie in this case.

And it only made me want Marie more. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I admit this was out of character for me. I mean, I love women of all types, young, old, blonde, brunette, redhead, age is nothing but a number. But my friend’s mom? Holy shit, it was un-fucking-believable, I didn’t usually shit so close to where I ate. I’ve fucked my buddies’ sisters, their cousins, even an aunt in one case, but fuck, Robbie’s mom? Like I said, un-fucking-believable.

But Marie was gorgeous and then some, and when I heard moans while lying on the couch downstairs, my cock jumped like a fucking rocket, a leak starting up. It had to be my girl, and I couldn’t ignore the sounds of the siren even if I tried. I could hear everything, the panting, a slow whine of arousal as she slid something in herself, the unmistakable sounds of a slippery fuck.

So like a magnet drawn to a pole, I was up the stairs in a flash, a big cat stalking its prey. And as I drew close to her bedroom, the noises became even more obvious.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes,” followed by a deep sucking sound, the creak of bed springs.

I was just about to bust in, my hand on the doorknob when I paused. Oh fuck, what if Marie had someone with her? Maybe I wasn’t the only man in her life, maybe she had a lover in her room, she was letting some other dude taste that pretty pussy, drill her sweet ass. And the realization made me so angry I almost blew my top, right there in the hallway, ears emitting steam, not caring that Robbie was asleep down the hall, his mom having a hot session with some dude inside. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’m not usually possessive, I’m a fucking pro athlete, there are tramps all around when we travel, groupies only too happy to offer their bodies for a night with a ballplayer, something to brag about with their friends.

But with Marie it was different. I couldn’t stomach the thought of the woman with another man, another dude sliding his dick into those slick folds, so with a muffled snarl, I banged the door open, ready to haul that asshole off her curvy form.

But what I saw took my breath away instead, literally made me stop in my tracks, dick popping out full force. Because Marie was on her bed, in the throes of ecstasy, beautiful, nude, big boobs jutting out to there with her knees pulled up to her chest. And deep in that twat, protruding obscenely from her swollen pussy lips was a huge dildo. Well, it looked huge to me, most of it was plugged into her curvy body, her pussy dripping wetly, thighs smeared with female cream.

And the woman took me by surprise then. Without opening her eyes, she threw her head back, lips parting delicately to sigh, “Trent, yes, take me there, yes, as small fingers caressed her clit, pussy quivering, jerking around the dildo as I watched, one digit up her ass.

And I couldn’t hold back, fuck no, the scene was too juicy to resist, and she’d called my name for crying out loud. All thoughts of another man flew out of my head and in two big strides, I was on the bed with her, stark naked, dick out and dripping, ready to ravage, to take. I stroked a massive boob, weighing the plump flesh, twisting the nipple in my fingers.

“Baby,” I ground out. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed me? Daddy is only too happy to help.”

Marie’s eyes flew open then, those caramel pools wide, shocked, mouth in a round “O” when she realized she’d been discovered. I didn’t blame her. It’s not that often you’re caught in flagrante, knees up, pussy bare, fucking yourself in both cavities. So I merely dipped my head, dropping a kiss on her mouth, my hand sliding down from her breast over her belly, and then lower until I traced the dildo’s base with my hand, feeling the soft robber, her hot, swollen lips gripping the toy.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby?” I ground out again, my eyes never leaving hers. “I would have been happy to help.”

And her mouth opened and closed a few times, speechless, breasts rising with arousal, breathing coming fast. Because I was stirring the dildo in her cunt now, massaging those sweet walls with the tool, brushing her g-spot before slowly pulling it out and fucking it back in.

And shit, but it looked good. The dildo was a massive one, I hadn’t been wrong, and when it came out of her cunt, it was covered in goo, her ambrosia so hot, so strong, the scent of female arousal drugging me, my cock dying to be in her. But no, I wanted her to play with the toy first, to enjoy a fake fuck if that’s what she wanted.

So pulling the huge toy out from her vagina, I watched with hungry eyes as her pussy lips clung to the rubber, so tight, begging it not to go.

“Mmm, honey, it’s good, isn’t it?” I muttered before leaning down to run my tongue along that swollen flesh, tasting where the rubber met her cunt, lapping up some of the goo. “Mmm, fuck honey, you’re delicious.”

And I kept tonguing her, kept nibbling at her pussy as I pushed the dildo back in, focusing on her clit this time, swirling my tongue against the nub as I slid the rubber in, her hungry pussy swallowing it, welcoming the deep penetration.

“Ohhh!” the brunette moaned, head tilted back, eyes closed as she gave herself up to the sensations. “Oh Trent!”

I fucking loved it, loved hearing my name on her lips, that pout parted slightly as she let me drill her, as she let me touch her twat, do whatever I wanted. So I slid the dildo back in, up tight, until it bumped the bottom of her cervix, and then pulled it out once again, sucking her clit, heightening the sensations by going at her cunt two ways, with my mouth and the toy.

But there was no way I was going to spend the entire time fucking my girl with a fake dick when the real one was right here. So after a few more strokes, deep, sensuous slides in and out, I pulled the toy all the way out and positioned myself between her knees, pushing those thighs up and apart. Oh fuck, the brunette was beautiful, her little hole already gaping, open and pulsing, dripping with lust, clit throbbing hard, stiffly waving, begging for more. So I did the honors. Lining up my dicktip, I sank in, that engorged flesh hugging me, so tight, ruby red and glistening, another gush of cream spilled out.

“Ohhh Trent,” Marie cried, breath coming in pants, those creamy tits begging to be tasted as I fucked her deep. “Ohhh!”

And she felt so good that I almost lost it on the first stroke. Yeah, me, Trent Markham, motherfucker extraordinaire, a literal mother fucker now, almost lost it despite the thousands of pussies I’ve been in, the thousands of hot sessions I’ve had on the team bus, on the team plane, in dark alleyways, bathroom bars. With the forty year-old vixen, I almost lost it just like a teen boy, giving up my sperm on the first thrust, on the first deep push.

But with iron control, the semen stayed in. Sure, my dick squirted wetly a bit, some liquid jetted out, I was too fucking turned on not to, but clamping my eyes shut, jaw tight, abs and chest clenched, I forced my balls to behave. I wanted to show this woman a good time, I wanted her to have the fuck of her life, and right now was way too early.

So summoning my deepest reserves of self-control, I gritted my teeth, holding still within her warm depths.

“Honey,” I grunted, licking a wet trail up that delicate neck, tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re so beautiful, you feel so good.”

And Marie squirmed beneath me a bit then, nipples brushing against my chest, small hands coming to encircle my back.

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