The Doctor’s Wife

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Brunette

The Doctor’s Wife

Staying at home was an order from the governor. There wasn’t much for Susan to do except cook for her husband and her son, William. Her husband, Gil, was an ER doctor at Massachusetts General Hospital, in Boston. His long shifts were keeping him away from home, and when he did get home he avoided direct contact with Susan. Moreover, he was dead tired and often skipped dinner. He just wanted to sleep.

One thing about Susan — she had a terrific sense of humor! She thought a funereal procession was hilarious with the hearse, the grieving widow and of course the young son comforting his mother. She well knew the widow would be fucking her son, as soon as the guests went home. But when it came to her own situation, a married woman and a testosterone-laden teenager, it was no laughing matter. Her husband was always working and she was always horny. She called her son ‘Billy’ because his cock was the size of a club. In police lingo, you’d call it a baton.

When Gil was in medical school, he met Susan, a sophomore at Boston University, majoring in dance. The BU dance program has produced some of the hottest women in Hollywood today. At that time she was a brunette, and earned college tuition by working in a strip joint in the Combat Zone. You had to have a warped sense of humor to work in those clubs, mostly patronized by young hoodlums, horny, and tough enough to put up with the Italian thugs who ran those establishments.

She was busty, with pointy tits, long legs, and an ass that made your mouth water. That was twenty years ago. Today that area is part of Chinatown and consists mostly of Asian cuisine restaurants. And these days, Susan danced only in front of her mirror, pretending she was stripping for a bunch of horny drunks, while Billy wondered what all the fuss was about.

She read voraciously, mostly novels written by women about their shitty trials and tribulations. Although the women in these novels would never admit they needed to get laid, they spent most of their time crocheting and gardening. They had a common gripe — they ostensibly hated men.

When Billy was born, Gil was an intern, working 18 to 24-hour shifts at the hospital, He wanting to sleep as soon as possible after Susan cooked dinner. When they were dating, fried clams was his favorite and they spent many dates going to the beach, buying fried clams and fucking afterwards. Sleep didn’t matter all that much.

Now that Gil was a resident at Mass. General, Susan rarely saw him at home. At least it seemed like he was hardly ever home. Sometimes he worked 24-hour shifts. It wasn’t like Gil was in sales or marketing and could have another woman on the side. Being a doctor meant he could maybe fuck nurses, but Gil wasn’t a womanizer. His life consisted of medicine and Susan.

Gil was making a good salary at the hospital so they bought a 3-bedroom condo just outside of Boston, in Cambridge. It wasn’t a high rise, it was more a garden type condo.

In the evening, during her quiet times, Susan masturbated. If you asked her, Susan would tell you she had too many quiet times. She watched some lesbian porn, and a cooking show, hosted by a size 14 female with massive boobs. She pictured the woman naked with her legs spread apart, being eaten by the guy who chopped onions on the show. The woman’s nipples must have been huge!

Susan did love masturbating. Her pussy had huge labia, thick pussy flaps, and with pubic hair that she hardly ever trimmed, her cunt looked totally obscene! Moreover, she was miraculously pregnant!

Not yet forty, Susan was surprised when her doctor told her she was pregnant. How could that happen? She rarely had sex with Gil since he’d been working long hours. But, she remembered, it was on her last birthday! Gil must have ingested a massive dose of Viagra, because after they cut the cake, he fucked her for two hours!! And when he went to piss, his dick was still hard! Sure, she was sore, but it was a helleva screwing!

She jammed two fingers into her vulva and strummed her clit. But it was no use. She was overwrought, horny, angry at life, and disappointed in Gil. If he gave her what she needed and wanted, she wouldn’t have to think about Billy. She couldn’t really blame Gil. He loved her; he even bought her a new car so she could take Billy to Patriots games, or to the beaches around Boston.

Billy was a 19 year-old sophomore at the New England Conservatory of Music. In fact, he had just turned nineteen. He wanted to become a legitimate violinist, a symphony musician. This required him to practice 5-6 hours a day.

Moreover, Billy was also a tennis player; he was in great shape for a guy who played the violin. He had beautiful long fingers, expressive hands that made girls wet. His brown hair was longish, and his face had soft features. His eyes were penetrating, and when he looked at you, you sensed there was a mystical side of him; he seemed a thousand miles away.

At the thought of Billy, she climbed out of bed and slipped into a kimono robe. She left the room, tip-toed down the hall, canlı bahis and paused outside his bedroom door.

The light was on in Billy’s room and she knocked softly. “Can I come in, honey?” she said.

“Sure, Mom.”

She shivered in anticipation when she walked into the room. It was apparent that Billy was naked under the sheet that he had draped over himself.

“Got a cigarette, honey?” she asked in a tremulous voice.

“Sure, Mom.” He began to get up, but then remembered he was naked. Grinning, he pointed to the dresser top. “Over there.” Billy rarely smoked because his tennis game demanded he stay in shape.

She picked up the package of cigarettes with shaking hands and lit one. She turned and gazed at the teen.

“I’m restless,” she whispered.

He looked at her quizzically. “Anything I can do?” he said.

She took a deep breath. “As a matter of fact, there is,” she said quickly, sitting down on the bed next to him and taking his hand in hers. “Now that you mention it, there is something you can do.”

He looked at her.

“I’m having trouble sleeping,” she said, bringing her legs up onto the bed. “Talk to me, Billy.”

He had been playing with himself, and thinking about his upcoming audition with the Boston Symphony Orchestra. He was also thinking about the woman in the cello section, who sat with her legs spread apart, showing a good amount of thigh.

She gazed at his crotch under the sheet. There was a definite bulge throbbing under the fabric. She caught his eye, and mother and son smiled at each other.

“Were you doing something naughty when I walked in?” she said.

He grinned sheepishly. “Aw, Mom!”

“It’s a little bright in here, isn’t it?” she said, dimming the lamp next to his bed. She was aware of her nakedness and the moisture between her legs. She took a deep drag on the cigarette and offered him a puff. “We haven’t had a talk in a long time.”

“What should we talk about?”

“You’re growing up so fast,” she said. “My little boy is getting to be a man.”

“Mom!” he protested. “I haven’t been a kid for years!”

She stroked his bare arm and brought his hand up to her lips. She kissed his fingers one by one and heard him suck in his breath.

“You’re a good looking guy, Billy,” she said.

He accepted the compliment. She sucked his index finger into her mouth and pressed her lips against the palm of his hand. “Does this do anything for you?” she whispered.

He snickered. “It’s turning me on, if that’s what you mean!”

“Do you mean you’re getting turned on when I do this?” She sucked his little finger into her mouth and tapped her tongue over the tip.

“Shit, yeah!”

“But I’m your mother and practically an old woman,” she giggled. “Plus I’m pregnant!”

“You’re not so old and you’re beautiful.”

She nibbled on his fingers. “All boys think their mothers are beautiful. Do you really think I’m pretty?”

He nodded and snuggled closer to her. “All my friends think so too. They think you’re prettier than any of the other mothers.”

“Even Jack Donaldson’s mother?” Angie Donaldson was a beauty.

“Yeah. We took a vote once and you won.”

“You have no idea how good that makes me feel, honey,” she purred.

She reached out and caressed his cheek. She draped her arm around his neck and drew his face down to her growing boobs. Using one hand to open her robe, she directed his mouth down to her tits and offered him a long, red nipple.

“Mom!”

“Suck it, darling!”

He groaned and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“That’s lovely, darling,” she said. “That’s just what I need.”

His lips parted and she fed him her boobs. She pressed her soft flesh between his teeth and she gasped as he began sucking. “Now this one,” she whispered, pulling her tit away and substituting the other one.

She guided his free hand to her other breast, and he kneaded and squeezed it while he licked her tit. Her pussy was wet and hot, and she felt a tiny orgasm ripple through her.

“You made me come,” she whispered when she caught her breath.

“Really?”

“Yes, darling, you did? Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

Nodding wordlessly, he continued munching away on her tits. She moved his hand from her tits to her cunt and opened her thighs. Placing his hand against her mound, she sighed as he automatically began stroking her wet pussy lips.

She moaned low in her throat when he touched her labia. It was as if a bomb exploded when he touched her clit. He gazed at her with hot eyes, her tits still between his teeth.

“Did you come again?”

“Oh, darling, yes!” Her being pregnant made her unusually horny. Her womb was leaking heavily. Given that she had the usual cravings from being pregnant , the throbbing between her legs sometimes made her frantic for relief. Her backaches usually went away after she frigged herself to an orgasm.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and held his head while he continued sucking her stiff nipple. He pressed his face inside bahis siteleri her cleavage and sighed with excitement.

“I used to dream about this,” he said.

“What did you dream?”

“When I was little I used to dream you let me suck your breasts.”

“Is that all?”

“Sometimes I dreamed you let me make love to you.” His face turned crimson.

“Do you still dream that?”

“Sometimes.”

“Would you like to do it now, darling?”

“Do you mean it, Mom?” he croaked.

“Yes, I’d like that, honey.”

He nuzzled her tits and gazed into her eyes. “You really mean it?”

“Yes, I do,” she smiled. “But first kiss me.”

Their lips met. They exchanged saliva and Susan plunged her tongue into the teenager’s mouth. His lips and tongue tasted sweet and pure and innocent.

She reached under the sheet and searched for his cock. She found it and clutched it in her hand. He groaned when she squeezed it. She loved the hardness of his limb and the fullness of his balls.

“You’re nice and hard, darling,” she said.

She squeezed his balls and wiped up the precum leaking out of his knob. She dragged the sheet to the side and gazed at his naked body. Usually slim guys have a long dick, but his was a huge knockwurst! Taking a deep breath, she threw her robe open and watched his reaction to her nakedness.

His eyes widened at first. Then they narrowed as he drank in her tits and cunt and the curve of her thighs. She took his hand and moved it back between her legs.

“Oh, Sweetie, touch it!”

She fondled his cock while he played with her pussy. She pulled his mouth down and frenched him. He pried her cuntlips apart and stroked up and down her slit.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” she said.

He gulped. “Now?”

She laughed. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” He was in a state of shock. Not having seen a naked woman before, here he was fingering his mother’s pussy lips! And he was a virgin!

She stroked his thick stalk and held his balls. “Are you scared?” she breathed, blowing her warm breath in his ear.

“I guess so,” he muttered.

“If you don’t want to do it…”

“Aw, Mom, it’s not that!”

“Then what’s the matter? Don’t I turn you on?”

He turned crimson. “You know you do,” he said quietly.

“Well, why don’t you do it?” She ran her fingers lightly up and down his member. “Your cock seems to want to fuck me.”

The boy grinned. “Sure, but –“

“Darling,” she whispered, tonguing his ear.

“What?”

“Get over here.”

She guided him until he hovered over her. She spread her thighs and opened her pussy thicket. The dim light played over her creamy thighs and her tits wobbled when the bed moved.

The boy gazed at her heavy boobs and the nipples capping them. She had slipped her robe off her arms and now she was exposed to him — totally naked! Her breasts had grown a full cup size in the past month!

She spoke in a husky voice, a voice unfamiliar to her son. “Fuck me, darling. Mother needs it so badly.”

His hand shaking, he brought his prick to the entrance of her cunt. It slipped to the side and landed on her thigh. He flushed and turned his head. He tried again to get it in, but somehow couldn’t manage the initial penetration. He looked dejected until she reached for his cock and forced the tip into her slit.

“You’re in, darling!”

He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed forward as more of his cock wedged inside his mother’s pussy. In a moment he was all the way inside and his balls hugged her body.

She lifted her legs and encircled his waist. “Now fuck me!” she urged.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his hair. She raised her ass and brought herself up to meet his thrusts. Her vaginal muscles sucked on his teenage weapon and he grunted.

“Jesus, Mom, I can’t believe it!”

“What can’t you believe?”

“I can’t believe we’re really fucking!” He felt he was dreaming and felt he’d wake up in a few minutes.

“Are you sorry?”

“Shit, no!”

“You’re a wonderful cocksman, Billy!”

“Honest?” and she nodded happily.

Perspiration dripped down his face as he stroked in and out of her slippery hole. They moved like two dancers, stroking and thrusting and rubbing deliciously together.

“Go slow and make it last,” she whispered. “Oh, it’s so good!”

“I don’t know how long I can last!” he groaned through clenched teeth.

“Keep going as long as you can,” she said. “I’ll come whenever you do, but it’s so lovely I want it to last.”

She pressed her thighs tightly around him, pulling his dick further inside her cunt. She gasped and told him to stroke harder and deeper.

He rammed forward, taking her breath away with the forcefulness of his thrusts. Her cunt convulsed as her vulva sucked on his prick and a violent tremor shook her body.

She grabbed his ass and raked her fingernails over his flesh. She held him tightly against her, almost afraid that he would leave. Her cunt continued fluttering spasmodically bahis şirketleri and coated his cock with her fluids.

He stroked harder, stabbing her insides with his rod. It felt like a piece of steel inside her, rock-hard steel that thrilled her very depths.

She gazed up at the boy, excited at the sight of his muscular body straining to give her as much pleasure as he could. His thick hair spilled over his forehead and his young flesh, almost hairless, made her heart ache.

She met his eyes and tried to see in their depths what he was thinking. She couldn’t tell. “Do you feel guilty?” she said.

“No.”

“I’m glad!”

“Do you?”

“No!”

“Darling, what can I do for you now?”

“Jesus, Mom, I can fuck you for a while longer.”

“But what can I do for you?”

He grinned. “You’re doin’ it!”

“Would you like me to suck your cock for a while?”

“Sure!”

He withdrew from her and awkwardly stretched out on his back. He folded his arms over his chest and waited while she crouched between his legs.

His cock stood straight up like a pink cucumber. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed. She kissed the juicy tip of his cockhead and slowly ran her tongue over the flared rim under his knob.

She tasted her own cuntjuice and his sweet tasting leakage and hungrily sucked his entire shaft into her mouth. He closed his eyes and lay perfectly still as she gathered his ball-sac in her hand and caressed his sperm-packed testicles.

His stiff cock filled her mouth. She loved the feel of his nut on the tip of her tongue. She remembered how his cock looked when he’d been born. Even as a small boy he’d had a good-sized dick.

Suddenly she wanted his balls in her mouth. She spit his cock out and sucked his entire ball-sac into her mouth. The wanton act thrilled her. There was something life-giving about licking and sucking his balls. And she was his mother! Who was more entitled to do it than her?

The teenage boy stirred and opened his eyes. He groaned when she sucked his prick back into her mouth. He raised his ass and began fucking her mouth.

“Stick your finger in my ass, Mom,” he said. He didn’t know why he said that.

“Of course!” Susan giggled. She reached under his butt and slid her fingers into his asscrack. She stuffed her forefinger into his rectum and wiggled it around.

“Good, darling?”

“Yeah, great.”

“Do your girlfriends do this to you?” She moved her finger in and out of his butt while she tongued his balls.

“Naw.”

“Did anyone ever do it to you?”

“Uh-huh.”

She giggled again. “Then wherever did you get the idea?”

“I saw it on the internet …”

“You adorable boy, you!” She slid the ring of her lips all the way down to the root of his prick. He groaned and she added a second finger to his asshole.

“I think I’m gonna shoot, Mom,” he muttered.

She straddled him quickly, raising one leg and slipping his cock inside her vulva. She sank down and his cock completely disappeared in her body.

“Now it’s mine!” she breathed. “Your cock is all mine, darling!”

“Jeez, that feels good!”

She worked her pussy muscles around his dick as his glorious hardness filled her. She bounced up and down, deliberately letting her tits bounce to give him a good show.

“Oh, yeah!” he croaked.

His plum-sized knob rubbed her clit on the out-stroke. She reached underneath and clutched his balls. “Don’t hold back, darling!” she said. “Come inside me!”

“Can I?”

“Yes! Don’t worry! I’m already pregnant!”

Her cunt was stretched wide around his thick shaft. It always amazed her that her hole could accommodate such a slab of flesh.

“Would you like to get on top of me?” she said. His hesitancy about shooting off made her think he might like to be more aggressive. His shy nod and his grin confirmed her thoughts. She rolled off his body and held out her arms. “Come on, darling! Get on top of me and fuck me hard!”

He mounted her and quickly plunged his prick into her gash. Susan put her arms around his neck and held him tightly. “I’m coming again! I’m coming again!”

She locked her thighs around his waist and they became as one. She jerked her ass up and down on the bed, moving like some fantastic machine.

He rammed into her so hard, she thought her insides were being torn. He roared and then he came, filling her insides with thick, hot seed and splitting her in two with his thrusting dick.

It was like no orgasm she’d ever experienced. It seemed to last forever and engulfed every nerve ending in her body. He continued stroking until his balls were drained and then he collapsed heavily on top of her.

When he fell asleep, she tried to see the clock on his dresser. She knew she had to get back to her bed soon. If she fell asleep in Billy’s room Gil may come home from the hospital unexpectedly.

After a while she tugged at his arm. “Wake up, darling.”

“What? Oh, yeah, I guess I’m crushing you.” He slipped off her body and rubbed his eyes, an embarrassed but happy grin on his face.

Susan quickly slipped into her robe and tied it tightly. She hugged him one last time and held his face against her tits. “This will be our secret, Billy!”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir

bursa escort bursa escort escort bursa illegal bahis illegal bahis canlı bahis kaçak bahis canlı bahis bahis siteleri sakarya escort webmaster forum