TJ’s heart pounded in his chest and eardrums despite the cool confidence he was projecting. He was focusing on the movements of his fingers sliding back and forth through Monica’s sweltering, wet mound. When she started kissing him and rubbing the bulge in his jeans, TJ worried that he may cum in his pants for the first time in a long while.
He barely processed what Monica said as she tugged his hand from under her skirt and began pulling him toward the hallway. He took a gulp of the water in his hand while he trailed along obediently behind her.
TJ's mind was racing. When Kevin Farley suggested that he could have a shot at hooking up with Monica, he laughed. Monica Farley was in her 30s, a notorious flirt, known for her revealing outfits and alluring feminine wiles.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes how much she enjoyed male attention, or rather, commanded it. Her siren-like disposition made her a favorite topic of gossip among guys and gals alike. Of course, the male perspective was much more complimentary. Basically, every guy had wet dreams of Monica Farley.
Following their little encounter in the basement, TJ reconsidered Kevin’s words. Not wanting to be obvious, he’d stuck around to watch more of the ball game while he plotted his next move. Soon, he had an idea in mind and said goodbye to the boys, claiming he was meeting up with Kelly.
Now, Monica was pulling him into her bedroom and spinning around to lock the door. TJ watched her through the dim light, still not fully believing what was happening. She sauntered up to him, her smoldering gaze both threatening and captivating. Monica moved with a confidence and hunger untinged by any of the shy, nervous energy high school girls tend to exhibit.
She lifted the water out of his hand, taking a sip as she brushed past him too close, and placed the glass on a nightstand. TJ was quickly realizing how out of his league he had ventured as he stood there, unsure of what to do. He was used to being the more experienced leader in intimate situations. Being with a MILF like Monica Farley was a wild fantasy he’d never imagined would actually come true.
As she reached across the bed her skirt rose up her hips, exposing her gorgeous ass. TJ’s cock flexed instinctively, and he shifted around to adjust himself. He was suddenly aware of music playing and understood Monica had been reaching for her phone, which she then placed on the nightstand. TJ pulled his phone out of his back pocket, noting the time. He was a little shocked to realize that only five minutes had passed since Monica had let him in the front door.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing that.” Monica snatched the phone from him and tossed it onto the bed. Her hand was on the back of his head, pulling him into her as they began kissing, tongues sliding together. TJ ran his hands up her hips and waist, palming her heavy breasts through her dress. They were easily the largest tits he’d ever laid his hands on. His thumbs rubbed over her hard nipples.
Monica nibbled his bottom lip, and he moaned into her mouth, kneading her boobs harder. They kept kissing as she unzipped his jeans and snaked her hand inside. TJ’s body shuddered at her touch, and he felt Monica’s kiss break into a smile. Her head tilted back just far enough to look him in the eye with a piercing gaze while she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Her touch was delightful. Firm enough to make his breath catch, yet soft and gentle as her thumb swirled precum around his helmet. TJ sighed in pleasure, and his hands slipped from Monica’s chest when she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingernails raked over his skin as she tugged the jeans and boxers down his thighs.
“Oh-ho!” Monica looked up with a wide grin, licking her crimson lips. “You have a gorgeous, thick cock, TJ.” Before he could respond, Monica’s tongue was rolling over his tip and sliding down his root. TJ stared down in disbelief.
Her mouth felt like warm velvet enveloping him, coaxing a low moan out of him that he was sure he’d never made before. Of course this wasn’t his first blowjob, but this woman was a master compared to high school girls. The way she took his entire cock down her throat with ease while staring up at him was pure bliss.
TJ closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to hold off the imminent climax. Monica moaned, tightening her throat around his swollen glans. She fondled his scrotum with a delicate, skillful hand, tickling his inner thighs with her fingernails. TJ’s balls tightened and his cock twitched insistently.
“That’s it, cum for me, baby.” Monica looked up at him, smiling. Her wet lips suctioned around him, and she pushed her head forward until her nose was brushing his groin. TJ gripped the top of her head and thrust his hips into her face, grunting rhythmically as he shot streams of spunk down her throat.
Monica kept pumping her head back and forth as she swallowed, slurping the pearly liquid off his dick. TJ braced himself on her shoulders, and she held his trembling thighs while licking him clean. He felt as though he might fall over, realizing this was the first time he’d been standing for fellatio. Monica rose to her feet and guided him backwards the few feet to the bed, his legs still hobbled by his jeans. She gave him a gentle push, and he plopped down on the mattress, grinning.
“Wow, Monica…” he trailed off breathlessly. She smirked at him, wiping traces of his semen from the corner of her mouth. “That was amazing. You are really good at that. I don’t usually blow that quickly,” TJ added hastily.
“Hah, well, thank you,” Monica chuckled softly, kneeling down in front of him. “I have a lot more practice than the girls you are used to,” she winked, reaching for his pants. “Besides...” She yanked his jeans and boxers off and tossed them into a corner. “I wanted to get that first one out of the way.”
TJ pulled his T-shirt off and leaned back on the bed, propping himself on his elbows to watch Monica pull her dress over her head. Her glorious tits jiggled as she swayed her hips and ran fingers through her long, dark hair. TJ’s fertile, teenage cock was already springing back to attention, anxious for what would happen next.
“Have you ever eaten pussy before, TJ?” Monica was rocking to the music, running her hands sensually over her body. The query and the flame in her eyes as she asked made TJ’s temperature rise.
“Um, yeah, a few times,” he answered, uncharacteristically bashful. Monica continued undulating and caressing herself, her gaze soliciting more words from him. “I’ve gone down on Kelly a couple of times.” TJ shifted his weight, feeling exposed in front of the more experienced, older woman.
Monica closed the gap between them and ran her hand through his hair, tugging it just forcefully enough to roll his head back. TJ moaned and his cock twitched, the intimate touch both sexual and maternal. He wanted nothing more than to please this older woman.
“Scootch to the middle of the bed, dear.” Monica trailed a finger down his jawline. TJ moved obediently; his eyes locked on the voluptuous vixen. She climbed onto the bed, hovering over him on her hands and knees. TJ ogled her tits hanging pendulously over his face.
Monica leaned down, bringing her face just inches from his, her breasts pressing heavily against his pecs. They shared a deep kiss, tongues massaging one another. TJ could taste the remnants of himself on her lips. His hands roamed over her soft curves, still marveling at his good fortune.
“Why don’t you show me your skills, Hot Stuff?” They kissed once more before she climbed over him, placing her hands on the headboard and her slick, juicy mound right over his mouth.
Her moist, fragrant heat cascaded over TJ, flooding his nose with her heady aroma, causing his mouth to water and his already stiff cock to jolt. He’d never seen a pussy from this angle. Her puffy, pink lips and inner thighs glistened with evidence of her desire. She ran a hand down her abdomen, fingers parting slick outer folds to reveal a dark mauve interior.
TJ ran his tongue along her inner thigh, sampling her sweet musk. Monica giggled and shifted her hips lower, inviting him deeper. He grasped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart as his fingers kneaded soft flesh. Fuck! He’d forgotten she was wearing a butt plug!
TJ had never seen a woman wearing one in real life, only in porn videos. As he licked up and down each side of her slit, he made sure his tongue flicked the edge of the jewel. Monica moaned with pleasure, rocking her hips in his face as he probed deeper into her dripping slot.
“Mmm, good boy. Don’t forget to tease and suck my clit, too,” she purred, guiding him with a hand tangled in his blonde waves. TJ looked up, taking in her soft curves and gently bouncing breasts. Her dark eyes stared lustily down at him.
His tongue found her swollen bud and swirled around it in tight circles, causing Monica to squirm. When he latched upon it and started gently sucking, her hips bucked and she tightened her grip on his hair.
“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby!” Her breath came more rapidly, and TJ dug his fingers into her butt to keep her in contact with his mouth. “Now shove that tongue into me as deep as you can!”
TJ did just that, stiffening his tongue and thrusting into her supple slit. He pistoned his head up and down, feeling her tunnel contract as he pushed inside. Monica trembled above him, her moans coming in breathy gasps. Hot, sweet nectar flowed from her core, coating TJ’s mouth and chin. He felt precum seeping from his cock as he eagerly slurped his prize, proud of giving his first oral orgasm.
Monica looked down at him, panting through a wide grin. “For a novice, you are pretty good at that.”
He smiled back at her, feeling her sticky cum on his cheeks. “You taste delicious.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she beamed. “All good lovers enjoy eating pussy and do it often.” She moved her body down the length of his as she spoke. Her tits grazed across his face and she paused, holding a breast to his tacky lips.
TJ swiped his tongue over her smooth nipple then sucked it gently, feeling it harden in his mouth. Monica's tits were the size of cantaloupes with a perfect water-balloon bounce and tan nipples. His hands cradled their weight, and he moved his mouth to the other nipple, giving it equal attention.
“Mmm,” Monica purred, running her hands through his hair. “That feels nice. Are these the biggest tits you’ve ever sucked on?” TJ nodded his head and hummed "mmhmm" with his mouth still around her nipple. He sucked it hard for a few seconds and released it with a wet popping sound before burying his face between her warm globes.
Monica giggled and started to slide farther down his body, her wet holes now just a couple of inches from his leaking cock. She tugged his hair to bring his face up from her tits and looked at him with a wicked smile. Her hands moved to his shoulders, and he held her waist as she leaned down for a kiss.
Their mouths met softly at first, Monica running her tongue over his lips, tasting herself on his face. TJ kissed her back more forcefully, turned on by her raw sexual energy. Kelly would never kiss him after he licked her pussy. Monica sucked his tongue and lips greedily, then looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
TJ gasped when, without saying a word, Monica shifted her weight and guided the head of his cock to her slick lips. His breath caught as she squeezed him firmly and ran his tip up and down her crevice, rubbing his precum from her clit to the edge of the jeweled plug. TJ gripped her hips tighter, staring up at her, slack-jawed.
“Have you ever ridden bareback, TJ?” The words sank into his ears at the same moment Monica sank onto his rigid pole.
His hips bucked instinctively, and a pleasured groan rumbled out of his throat. A tiny part of his brain attempted to remind him of condoms, but it was rapidly overruled by the glorious sensation of hot, wet flesh engulfing him. The hard curve of the butt plug rubbed along his cock through her smooth inner wall. Monica put her hands on his ribcage for support as her hips began to rise and fall.
Kelly always wanted to use condoms. The intensity of his bare flesh sliding in and out of this MILF’s love tunnel, her juices coating his cock with each thrust, was quickly overwhelming TJ. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything to delay his next climax.
As if reading his mind, Monica slowed the rhythm of her posting. She tilted her hips and began to grind her clit on the base of his dick. TJ let his head roll back and clenched his jaw defiantly. Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum yet. He tried to focus on the music, slowing his breathing.
Just as he felt like he had control, Monica flexed her pelvic muscles, squeezing around TJ’s erection. His eyes and mouth flashed open as his body tensed without his permission. Monica smiled down at him, digging her nails into his chest as she increased the pace of her humping.
“Mmm,” she trilled, tossing her long hair back. “Your thick, young cock feels so good.” Her tits jiggled beautifully as she bounced up and down upon him.
He stared at her, trying to form words, but all his blood was being directed elsewhere. When he opened his mouth all that came out was a primal sounding, “Unnhhh,” followed by a softly muttered, “Fuck.” TJ felt his balls tighten and knew he was close. “Unh…I’m gonna blow!” He looked up at Monica, waiting for a response.
“Goood,” she moaned, continuing to ride him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you shoot that hot spunk deep inside my pussy,” she spoke breathily. “Come for me, baby!”
TJ couldn’t hold off any longer. The sight and feel of her bobbing on his dick, her sweet musk slathered on his face, the sound of her telling him to blow inside… He cried out, grasping her hips as his cock twitched fiercely, shooting ropes of semen deep into Monica’s belly. She kept riding him, milking him with each upward stroke as she pulsed inside her pussy.
Their moans mingled with the music and wet slapping of skin. TJ’s body quaked under Monica until her hips stilled, and she gazed down at him, smiling. A sheen of sweat coated her flushed face and chest. As TJ began to soften inside her, hot liquid seeped out of Monica, coating his abdomen. He marveled at the new sensation while lazily running his hands over her body.
She leaned forward, letting her entire body press against his until their lips met. Their kisses were softer now, less greedy. TJ was awash in post-climactic bliss, still stunned at having bedded Mrs. Monica Farley. They lay together quietly, their breath slowly returning to normal.
TJ wondered what time it was. He had to check in with his dad by midnight. He wondered for a moment how his dad would react if he found out where TJ was at this moment. A smirk unconsciously perked at the corners of his mouth.
“Feeling pretty proud of yourself, Mr. Team Captain?” Monica chirped, propping herself up on his chest. TJ’s smirk fell, and he started to speak, worried about where this was headed. “I’m just kidding,” Monica chortled. “I suppose you should be proud.” She paused. “And maybe I ought to be ashamed.”
“Well, I am legal,” TJ protested, caressing her hips and back. ”It’s not like you are some kind of-“
His words were cut off by Monica’s finger suddenly in his mouth.
“Hush.” She looked at him sternly. “I said, ‘Maybe I ought to be ashamed’. But at this moment, I am not.” She grinned widely, eliciting a grin from him in response. “Now.” She reached across the bed and produced his phone from under a pillow. “Tell your parents you are staying the night at a friend’s house. I’m not finished with you yet.”
