How I got to know Randy’s mother intimately.
It was our high school junior year. There was one guy in my class that was a bully. His name was Randy. He thought he was a hot shit tough guy and he picked on most of the other guys in our class and lower classes. His language was crude. Almost every other sentence had at least one cuss word in it. I seemed to be about his favorite target. He called me a skinny, four eyed, mother fuckin’ nerd, like it was my name.
He was more right than he thought. I was a whisker under six foot and only weighed 146 pounds. I did wear glasses and my favorite classes were math and science. I was close to being a straight A student. Starting a little more than four months ago, I was just what he called me, a mother fucker. What he did not know was that the mother I was fucking was his mother.
This started when, after class one day, he pushed me against my locker. I fell, cut my lip and broke my glasses. He laughed and cussed at me. Then he left. When I got home, I couldn’t hide it from Mom. The cut lip had stopped bleeding, but it was still swollen and I had my broken glasses in my pocket. She asked me what happened and I told her. She got on the phone and called Randy’s mother. He was an only child, and she was an unmarried mother. Her high school boyfriend dumped her the day that she told him that she was pregnant.
Randy’s mom was at our house in less than an hour. She was very apologetic and explained the trouble that she was having trouble controlling him. She promised to pay for new glasses and asked my mother to get them and give her the bill. The next day was a Saturday, so there was no school. Mom took me to one of those glasses in an hour places and we got them replaced. Mom called Randy’s mother and she asked for me to bring the bill over and that she would write a check and send it home with me. Mom agreed. I’ll send Paul over now.
I knocked on the door and Mrs. Wilson answered. She told me to come in. She had me sit on the couch and she brought me a big glass of lemonade. I think, from the taste, that it might have had a splash of booze in it. She gave me the check and said that she was very sorry about how her son was picking on me. She said that she would try to get him to stop. Then she sat on the couch next to me.
Mrs. Wilson was not very old. She had Randy when she was only about a year older than I was then. She was also very attractive, about 5’5” and maybe 120 pounds. Long brown hair that came down to her breasts which I was guessing were maybe 32-C’s.
She got up and stood in front of me and said, “The check is for the glasses. I want to give you something else to personally say that I am sorry.” She dropped to her knees and reached for my pants. As she unbuckled and unzipped them, she said, “When I was at your house I couldn’t help but notice a pretty good-sized bulge in your pants. I bet you have something nice hiding in there.” Within seconds she had my rapidly hardening dick out and her lips were sliding down over it while she was sliding her blouse off. She put my hands on her tits.
I lasted less than a minute before I loudly moaned and warned her that I was going to shoot. She did not pull away, and I shot several blasts of cum in her mouth. She quickly swallowed every drop. “You have a wonderful big hard cock. Do I give head as good as the girls your age?”
“No one has ever done it, but I bet no one could do it better. That was great, Mrs. Wilson.”
“I’m glad that you liked it. First, I am not a Mrs., I was never married. Second, when we are alone together, you can call me Sandra. You have had sex though, right?”
“I have a girlfriend but all she will do is jerk me off with her hand. I’m still a virgin.”
“We need to take care of that problem right now.” She stood up and removed the rest of her clothes. Standing naked in front of me, she said, “Don’t just sit there. Get up and get out of those clothes. I stood and removed my shirt. My pants and underpants had fallen to the floor. I stepped out of them. I was already hard again. “I was really right about the size of your equipment. It is spectacular for someone your age.”
I knew I was big. We had common showers after gym class. I saw that there was only one of the guys that was longer than me, but I was thicker. “Thanks Mrs. Wils……, I mean Sandra.” She took my hard shaft in her hand and used it like a leash, and we walked to her bedroom. Our clothes stayed in a pile in the living room. She climbed on the bed, on her back and spread her legs. “I assume that you know what to do.” I nodded my head (I had watched a lot of porn on the internet) and got on the bed. Then I thought of something. “I don’t have a condom.” She said that it was OK because it was not her time of the month and that she loved the feeling of warm, wet cum filling her.
I got between her legs, took my boner in my hand and poked around till I found her opening. “That’s it. Now slam it all the way in and fuck my cunt hard and fast.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I buried myself in her till our pubic bones slammed together. Sandra let out a happy moan. I made long stokes into her. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. She lifted her hips in time with my thrusts. Because I had already come once, I lasted longer that time. Finally, after maybe four or five minutes, I blasted a load deep in her belly. She moaned even louder.
As we lay on the bed next to each other, “You know that you can’t tell anyone, especially Randy. Randy has team practice after school two days a week. If you keep our secret, you can stop on your way home anytime he’s not home and we can do it more.”
From that day on, I have been going to be with Sandra at least one day a week, sometimes more. She had taught me a lot, and I have learned more control. I can now last as long as ten minutes and can bring her to a loud orgasm. I want so bad to tell Randy that I’m fucking his mother, but I know that Sally would get pissed and cut me off. I have to keep our secret. I love being a mother fucker.
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