Thumper's Friend Part 1 (10 page)

     
“Let’s go,” Mrs. Turner said.
 
She started down the hallway.
 
Scott followed her, sauntering lackadaisically, his eyes gazing into Colleen’s.
 
Her eyes were locked onto his as he neared her.
 
He waited for her to look down at his crotch, but she didn’t.
 
She gave him a half smile that he knew was meant to make her appear that she was not interested.
 
He was sure then that she was.
 
They went up the stairs and Scott didn’t look back at her.

     
Mrs. Turner was standing inside the doorway of the master bedroom, waiting for him.
 
Scott went in and she closed the door.

     
“I want to get your clothes off,” she said.
 
Her anxious desire was clear in her voice.
 
She pulled his shirt out of his slacks and began to unbutton it.

     
“Mrs. Turner, you surprise me,” Scott said.
 
“I had no idea you were such a passionate woman.”

     
She pulled his shirt open and put her hands on his chest.
 
“When I find something I like I can usually find a way to get it,” she said.
 
She kissed his chest on the sternum, in the shallow valley that ran down between his flat, hard pectoral muscles.
 
Her hands worked furiously to unbuckle his belt and open his pants.
 
Scott let his shirt fall off his shoulders to the floor.
 
Mrs. Turner’s hands worked with remarkable quickness and dexterity.
 
In one quick move she had the belt undone, undid the clasp and the zipper, and practically flung open his slacks.
 
She reached down into them before they could even drop to his ankles.

     
“Oh yes,” she sighed when she had his prick in her hands.
 
She dropped to her knees in front of him almost as if in reverence to his manhood.
 
Scott raised his eyebrows in surprise.
 
No sooner did she have his pants down than she had the end of his cock in her mouth.
 
Scott moaned.
 
She may have been clumsy with her teeth, but she certainly was not timid when she wanted to give head.
 
She moved her head back and forth rapidly and worked her tongue over the head like she was in a blowjob contest to see who could make a man come first.
 
It was working.
 
He was going to come and he couldn’t stop it.
 
His teeth were clenched together.
 
His knees were just about ready to buckle under him.

     
He groaned, and his cum was shooting into her mouth.
 
Mrs. Turner squealed and her eyes shot wide open.
 
It was like she had an oil gusher going off in her mouth.
 
She sucked it all up and never let his cock out of her mouth.
 
His come spurted past her lips when it had filled her small mouth past its capacity.
 
The liquid dripped off her chin to her dress and bare chest and ran down into the deep valley made by her cleavage.
 
She tried to swallow it as fast as she could, trying to prevent it from overflowing any more than it was.
 
It proved to be a difficult task.
 
Scott’s first orgasm that day released a supply of come that had been building up for three or four days.

     
Finally his knees did give out and he collapsed on his back on the bed.
 
The move yanked his cock from her mouth and left her on her hands and knees with her mouth open and her tongue hanging out.
 
Her lips and chin were covered with come and a long string of the stuff hung off the tip of her tongue.
 
She had the look of a child whose candy had just been taken away.
 
She had to blink a few times before she closed her mouth to swallow the last of the come in it.

     
“Oh man,” Scott groaned.
 
“Why did you make me cum so fast?”

     
He looked up at Mrs. Turner.
 
She had stood up and was removing her dress.
 
The top around the opening of the low cut front was stained with wet drops that were spreading through the fabric to make larger drops.
 
Her arms were behind her, unzipping the zipper that ran up the back of her dress.
 
Scott saw her silhouetted in the window like a pinup model.
 
She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell away.
 
Scott’s eyebrows went up again.
 
This woman was one surprise after another.

     
Her luscious breasts were pushed up together in a tight, skimpy, lacy white bra.
 
Her lithe legs were covered in white stockings that were held up by a lacy, sexy white garter belt.
 
The tiny, white lace panties over her mound barely covered the small patch of fur on her pussy.

     
“You came prepared, didn’t you, Mrs. Turner?” Scott said.

     
He was resting on his elbows to get a good look at her.
 
His penis was stiff and erect and dripping with saliva and sperm.
 
She hooked her thumbs under
the this
straps of the panties and pushed them down.

     
“Yes I did, Scott.
 
I wasn’t going to let you get away.”

     
She stepped toward the bed.

     
“What if my dick wasn’t what you had been told it was?” he asked.

     
She climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees, straddling his body.

     
“But it is, isn’t it?” she said.

     
She grabbed it and held it up against her groin, grinding her mound on the shaft.

     
“I guess so,” he said.

     
Her beautiful breasts swayed as she moved over him.
 
He reached up and squeezed them.
 
They were soft and supple in his fingers.

     
She maneuvered his pole between her legs and hunched over him to guide it to her hole.
 
Her breasts dangled inches from his face.
 
Scott laid beneath her, motionless, completely at her mercy.
 
Up until then he had remained passive and let her be the one in complete control.
 
He remembered how quick Casey was to learn what he had taught her about lovemaking.
 
Did she take after her mother? He was going to enjoy discovering what Mrs. Turner had to teach him.

     
She had managed to insert the end of his dick.
 
Her lips were quivering.
 
Her eyes were squeezed shut.
 
She tried to push herself down on it and moaned.
 
She was wet enough to let it slide all the way into her, but it was a tight fit.

     
“Oh yeah ... oh yeah,” she moaned.
 
She was straightening up and it was going into her gradually.
 
Her wet cunt made sucking noises as it engulfed him.
 
She straightened up on her knees, resting all of her weight on him and grinding her pelvis in a circle.
 
She took a deep breath.

     
“I wish my husband had a tool this big,” she said.
 
“I’d fuck him every day of my life.”

     
“Don’t you fuck him every day now?” Scott asked, squeezing her tits.
 
She was licking her lips while she moved her ass slowly up and down.
 
Her head was tilted back.

     
“Yes, that’s true,” she said softly.
 
“But that’s beside the point.
 
I just wish he had a cock as big as yours that he could use on me when he fucks me every day.”

     
Scott began moving his hips up and down with the same rhythm she had.
 
She moaned.
 
She put her hands over his hands on her tits and moved them vigorously over her nipples.

     
“Are you going to fuck my daughter again?” she panted.

     
“Definitely,” Scott replied.

     
“How was she?”

     
Strange question for a mother to ask about her daughter, Scott thought.
 
How do I answer this sort of thing? Do I tell her I liked the way she moved her ass? Should I tell her Casey was tighter than a bank manager with his last nickel?

     
“She was fine,” he said finally with a shrug.

     
“She said she gave you a blowjob.
 
Did you like it?”

     
Again, Scott shrugged.
 
“It was fine.”

     
Mrs. Turner opened her eyes and looked down at him.
 
She appeared somewhat cross.
 
“You can be more specific, Scott.
 
I am her mother.”

     
“Why do you want to know this stuff?”

     
“Because I’m coaching her,” Mrs. Turner said.
 
“I’m the one who taught her how to kiss.”
 
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back again.
 
She pressed herself down on his cock as hard as she could.
 
When she got the deep groan out of Scott she smiled and lifted herself up slightly.
 
He opened his eyes and she was looking down at him.
 
“I didn’t expect she would be giving head so soon.
 
Now that she’s started I want to make sure she does it well.”

     
Scott nodded.
 
It was unusual but he could see that she was concerned.
 
He could think of some other girls who could use some coaching to improve their technique.

     
“She did Ok for her first time,” he began, still unsure of how to critique a person’s oral technique.
 
“I think she didn’t think she was going to like it when she got started.
 
That didn’t stop her, though.
 
Once she got into it she did well.
 
She has a small mouth, of course, so she wasn’t able to get much of my dick into it.
 
She handled it like she was afraid it was going to do something to her.”

     
Mrs. Turner looked down at him again, smiling.
 
“I’m sure she did,” she said.
 
“Did you come in her mouth?” She let go of his hands and he stroked her hips and thighs.

     
Scott shook his head.
 
“I think her first time was much too early to do that.”

     
“Will you do it next time?”

     
“Probably.”

     
She smiled again.
 
She continued to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding motion.
 
Her hands were on the soft, warm flesh of his belly to help hold her up.
 
“Do you always come as much as you came in my mouth?”

     
“Pretty much,” Scott said.
 
He put his hands around her hips and pulled her down again as hard as he could, forcing his cock even deeper into her body.
 
She was tight enough to prevent her from sliding up and down on his cock too much.
 
She was like a clamp around him.
 
She started moving faster, her back undulating and her shoulders rolling back.

     
“I want you to fill me with it,” she sighed.
 
Her body bent way back.
 
Scott held her around her waist and kept her from falling over backwards.

     
“Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” he said.