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Surprise
Part-1-of-2
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It was Saturday morning and I had drove over to my best friend’s house. Brandon not only got a new car for graduation, he got a fully loaded Trans Am. We were going to make plans to do some work to the stereo so it would really thump.
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I’d been hanging around Brandon since I’d started going to his school in my freshman year in high school. It wasn’t hard for me to tag along with him, since his parents had money and Brandon always sprang for everything. My folks didn’t have a whole lot of money, but we had what we needed and we got by. I was also a bit insecure and shy, but Brandon never made me feel that way. I was just his best friend.
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I climbed the stairs a little before eight, having called ahead and knowing that Brandon would be up. Brandon had his own apartment built over the garage of his folk’s house. Actually, garage is an understatement. It was a 4-bay automotive and work facility. Brandon’s Dad was cool too and we would either help him on one of his project cars or he would help us with one of ours.
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“So what do you think? Maybe a couple of subwoofers in the back and a big ass amp?” I asked Brandon while we sat in his kitchen eating a couple of bowls of cereal.
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“I don’t know, Tyler. As much fun as it would be to try and put it all together, I was thinking maybe taking it to one of the shops and having them do it for me.”
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“That could be expensive,” I said.
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“I have a feeling that I may be able to get Mom to pay for it all,” he said with a grin that seemed to hide more than what he was telling me.
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I’d gotten used to that grin as just part of Brandon. He’d had it now for several months along with a slight personality change. Even though he’d dropped his steady girlfriend, he still dated, but no one regular. He also didn’t want to go out on the weekends as much as we used to. I’d thought he was getting tired of me hanging around, but Brandon always assured me that I was still his best friend.
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We were still chatting about his new car when Brandon’s Mom walked in. At 40-something, she was absolutely stunning. She could still turn heads, including mine. She is about 5-foot 8, with emerald green eyes and her long blonde hair was straight and hung down past her shoulders. His folks had a mini gym in the basement of the house and apparently Mrs. Bradshaw spent a fair amount of time there. She was dark complexioned and oh god, her body was so absolutely incredible trim and fit and was very well endowed in the breast area. Something that caused me to have to spend a lot of time in the water whenever she would come out and sit by their pool when Brandon and I were out horsing around in it.
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“Brandon?” she called before rounding the corner into the kitchen. “Oh, Hi, Tyler. I didn’t now you were here.”
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“Hi, Mrs. Bradshaw. I just came over to help Brandon with his car.”
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At least I think that’s what I said. I never remember much of what I say when she’s around. She was in a robe and I just sort of assumed she was there picking up Brandon’s’ laundry or something.
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“Brandon, didn’t you know your Dad was playing golf this morning?” she asked.
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“Oh, sorry Mom. I guess I forgot. Give me a few minutes and I’ll give you a call,” he told her.
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She didn’t look angry, but I had a feeling my presence was suddenly unwelcome as she walked back out. My suspicions were confirmed when Brandon told me I would have to leave but should come back over about eleven. He told me he was helping his Mom with a surprise for his Dad. No problem I thought as I headed down to my car.
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I got about 5-blocks away when I remembered a CD that I’d left at Brandon’s. I turned around and went back. I didn’t want to bother Brandon so I just went up to his place, planning on grabbing the disc and take off again.
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When I got to his living room, I heard Brandon in his bedroom. I was going to tell him I came back for the CD and would see him later but what I saw and heard when I got to the doorway to his bedroom stopped me cold.
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Mrs. Bradshaw was down on her hands and knees, naked. Brandon was naked too. However, he was standing. Standing with his cock in his Mom’s mouth.
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“That’s it slut. Suck my cock. I haven’t cum since I fucked your ass 2-nights ago,” Brandon said.
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He was slightly turned away from me but I had good view as his Mom worked her mouth up and down on his cock, her eyes closed as. Brandon held her head in his hands to keep her moving the way he wanted her too. I realized I should get out of there and was about to turn when Mrs. Bradshaw opened her eyes. She looked up at Brandon, and then her eyes turned and she saw me.
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Despite Brandon’s hands on her head, she stopped sucking on him. When he looked down at her to see what was going on, he noticed her glance and looked over his shoulder at me. He took a step back, pulling his cock out of his Mom’s mouth along with a thin string of saliva.
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“Well, now you know. I guess there’s no harm done, you’d have found out sooner or later anyway,” he said with that knowing grin. As his grin turned into a huge smile, he added, “Don’t just stand there, come on in.”
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As I moved on into the room, Mrs. Bradshaw remained on her knees with her head hanging down, obviously very embarrassed at being caught with her son cock in her mouth.
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“A few months back I found out Mom here was chatting on the Internet with guys. She was into role-play and pretended that she was their Mom. I started to chat with her, but she didn’t know it was me. Remember that program I had you help me with I told you was for class, the one where you could see what someone was doing on the Internet?”
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Unable to tear my eyes away from his Mom’s nakedness, I just nodded my head.
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“Well after a week of chatting with her I confronted her with it and told her that if she didn’t do what I wanted that I’d tell Dad. Not that it matters that much,” Brandon says with a laugh, “But she’s a total slut and would have done it without me blackmailing her.” Then he …smack… swatted her on her naked butt, and said, “Isn’t that right, slut?”
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“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Bradshaw responded as she lifted her head to look at Brandon again.
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“So, …smack… are you up to taking care of my buddy too?” Brandon laughingly asked his Mom.
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“If that’s what you want me to do,” she replied submissively.
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“It is, …smack… so crawl over to Tyler and see what your new toy looks like.”
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Obediently, Mrs. Bradshaw crawled on her hands and knees to where I was standing. When she got to me she sat back on her legs and looked at the growing bulge in my jeans. I was very self-conscious about what was happening but there was no way that I was going to stop it either. I was a virgin and only in my wildest, jerk-off fantasies did I ever think I would be with someone like Mrs. Bradshaw.
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She cupped my crotch through my jeans and then she unbuttoned my pants and slowly lowered the zipper. Then she carefully lowered my pants. I thought I heard her catch her breath when she looked at my over tight white briefs. I was hard and the top of my cock was pushing out over the elastic band. As Mrs. Bradshaw lowered my underwear and I know I heard a gasp this time.
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“Is something wrong?” I asked worriedly.
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Mrs. Bradshaw’s hand went …
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Surprise
Part-2-of-2
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Mrs. Bradshaw’s hand went to my cock, held it, and then slowly stroked it causing it to jump in her hands.
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“My god, Tyler you’re huge!” she exclaimed.
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“I am?” I questioned, not really knowing. I was always shy around the other guys and had only saw a few porn pictures with the guys in there so I thought I was just normal.
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“How big is it?” she asked.
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“I…I don’t know.”
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“Oh, Brandon, sweetie would you please get me a ruler. I have to know just how big this is.”
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Brandon came back with the ruler and handed it to his Mom. For the first time I got a good look at Brandon’s dick too. It was smaller than mine was, for sure, but just as thick. Mrs. Bradshaw stroked me a few times and then put the ruler to me.
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“Fuck. Just over 8-inches,” she said before finally looking up at me. “If I’d known you had this, I’d have begged Brandon to let me have you much sooner.”
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It was the last words she spoke for awhile because she was sliding her lips around the head of my cock. For a while she would slowly suck me and then she pulled it out and lick up and down like a lollypop. Wrapping one hand around the base of my cock, she used her other to find my ball sack so she could play with them too.
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“She really loves sucking cock, dude,” Brandon said to me. “Put your hands on her head and make her to take more of that big cock of yours, man.”
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I followed Brandon’s advice and when I rested my hands on Mrs. Bradshaw’ head, she moaned around my cock. Brandon, who had been watching her, moved back behind her. He …smack… swatted her ass and she spread her legs. When Brandon moved in behind her, I could tell by the action of Mrs. Bradshaw’ mouth when he entered her pussy.
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“You like having 2-cocks, slut?” Brandon joyfully asked his Mom.
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All she could do was nod her head because my hands kept her mouth on my cock, working it in and out of her hot mouth.
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As I could felt my cum boiling in my balls, I suddenly began to worry.
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“Brandon, what do I do when I get ready to…well…you know,” I asked shyly.
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“Don’t worry, man, just keep on fucking and let it happen. The slut will take good care of it. Just do it when you are ready.”
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I could feel Brandon’s efforts fucking his Mom. Every time he rammed forward into her pussy, it would drive her forward and my cock would slide into the back of her throat. When he pulled back, so did she. This lasted for a couple of minutes before I knew it was time. I don’t know what hit me, maybe my own fantasies about Mrs. Bradshaw. But at that moment, I went from being a shy 18-year old to being a worldly man.
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“That’s it, bitch,” I sang out, “Suck my cock. Play with my balls and milk all my hot cum out of them. I’m gonna cum down your slutty throat and all over your fucking face. Suck it, slut!” I screamed.
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As Brandon rammed her hard and fast with his cock, his hands were up under his Mom pinching and pulling on her nipples. When I reached for one of them, he pulled his hand back. What he did next sent me over the edge.
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As Brandon started slapping his Mom’s ass, he said some of the hottest, filthiest things I’d ever heard.
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“Suck my buddy’s cock, you fucking whore. Do it good and I may let him fuck this slutty ass of yours,” he said …smack… slapping her ass as he fucked her wet pussy. “Treat him good, slut …smack… or he may never, ever let you have that big …smack… cock of his again. And I know you want it don’t you bitch? You want his hot cum in your slutty mouth and on your big breasts, don’t you cunt?
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Spurred on by Brandon, she started to enthusiastically bob her mouth up and down my stiff cock. When I exploded and began to shoot, my cock was harder than it had ever been. It almost hurt I cummed so hard. I could feel Mrs. Bradshaw struggle to swallow what I was giving her so I released her head. She pulled back a little but she kept jerking me, letting the last of my cum shoot into her mouth and onto her face.
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I still had her breasts in my hand and was pinching her nipples when Brandon started ramming her again.
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“Turn your head,” he told her, “And let me see it.”
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With a smile, she turned her head and opened her mouth so Brandon could see my cum all in her mouth and covering her face.
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“God damn,” Brandon said before shoving twice more and then shooting his own load.
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Mrs. Bradshaw began making loud noises as Brandon shoved her mouth back on to my cock. I knew he was making her cum. She was cumming with her face covered with my slime and her pussy full of her son’s cum.
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When I saw Brandon pull out and move to the bed, I backed away too. Mrs. Bradshaw whimpered and tried to get my cock back, but I needed to sit down. Breathing heavy as I layback on the bed next to Brandon. Stretching like a cat, she curled up on the floor at our feet.
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“You know, I never knew you were that well-hung, dude. I know Mom really likes it too. Dad’s gonna be out of town, so maybe you can spend next weekend over here.”
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When I looked down at Mrs. Bradshaw on the floor, she looked up at me and slowly nodded her head. I sat up sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at Mrs. Bradshaw. No, I thought, she’s not Mrs. Bradshaw to me anymore, now she was a hot cum slut.
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With my own newfound grin on my face, I pulled the cum slut up on to the bed with me and kissed her deeply. Her body melted against mine and I heard her moan as I bit her bottom lip. As we continue to kiss and our bodies got closer and closer, I could feel Mrs. Bradshaw’s breasts against me. Eagerly I slid my hand between us and caressed her breast. She gasped as I pinched her nipple and moaned as my leg pushed against her crotch. I felt her rub her pussy against my leg as I kiss her again. I reach behind her head and grab a hand full of her hair. She moaned audibly as I touch her neck and my mouth moved down to kiss her under her ear. I kiss her lightly, and then when I softly bite her neck she moaned loudly then giggle girlishly.
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My hand moved higher up her thigh until it brushed against the hot wetness of her pussy and my finger touched her swollen clit. Clumsily I started fingering her wet pussy. Then I slid my fingers out of her wetness and asked her if she liked her own taste. She said, “no” but I brought my fingers up to her lips anyway. She sucked my fingers into her mouth, cleaning her juices off of them. I kiss her again, tasting her pussy on her lips and in her mouth. I bite her lower lip and said, “The weekend sounds like fun.” Then as I moved between her legs and our bodies moved together, I added, “But what time does your Dad get back this morning?”
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As Mrs. Bradshaw reached up to guide my erection into her cum filled pussy, she murmured, “Don’t worry lover, we have time for one more.” Then she wrapped her legs around my back as I lowered myself down to penetrate her. I now got my first taste of good old missionary position sexual intercourse, and I loved it. I liked the control as I quickly took up pounding her again from my new position. Soon I was pounding her so hard that I felt like I was trying to ram through her with my cock leading the charge. But Mrs. Bradshaw didn’t seem to mind any of it; she just gripped my back and raked it with her nails so hard that I saw trickles of blood the next day. I could hear a squishing sound now every time I reared back to bang her again. The noise was my cock as it moved between her very wet vaginal lips. I could also smell us in the air. Her vaginal fluids and my Brandon’s cum mixed together to give off a sexy fragrance that prompted me to pound into her harder and harder and harder.
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Caught up in lust, I grabbed Mrs. Bradshaw by her ankles and put her feet up on my shoulders. Then, in one thrusting movement, I slammed my cock into her dripping wet pussy so far that I make her grunt and whine from the impact. "Oh, yessssss!" she hisses as I pull out slowly then ram into her again, my tight balls slapping against her sweet ass cheeks as I repeatedly bury my cock all the way to the hilt.
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Mrs. Bradshaw was so damned horny by now that it only took a few thrusting strokes before she was humping back wildly and cumming; moaning and sobbing, "Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, yessssss! F-f-fuck me, fuck your cum slut.”
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The end…
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