Coming Back Home [Blow Job] [Anal] [MF]

I was gone for a long time. I left my hometown to attend college, then I drifted around the world for years. I worked in remote places, I explored the whole world. It was an awesome experience. It gave me lots of great memories. Stuff I like to look back until now. But it somehow got old, stale, over the years.

As time passed by I really began to miss my boring, lame ass home town. A small town in the middle of nowhere. I missed the smell of it. The people in it. And last but not least, my family. All of them. I hadn’t seen them in years. We only did some video chat, texting or some good old fashioned phone calls. It just was time to get back home again. Not only for a short visit, but for a longer stay.

After traveling two days dad picked me up at the airport. He was driving the same car like he did about ten years ago. Back then, 23 year old me headed out to explore the world. Dad drove me to the airport in the car we were siting in. And yes, I was 33 when I moved back home.

Dad was more than just happy to see me. On the drive from the airport to my family home we had a lot to talk about. It felt great talking with him while sitting next to him. When we arrived at home mom was already waiting. Nervous. On the front porch. She was looking forward to see her son again. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she saw me. She hugged me. She gave me a kiss on my cheek. She was nothing but happy to see me. So was I.

After entering the house – it nearly looked the same as I remembered it, and it for sure smelled the same – we went over to the big dinning table. It was close to lunch time. Sit My three years younger sister and her whole family were already sitting at the table. It was the first time for me to meet the twins: My two two year old nieces. And her husband, an old school friend of mine, was present too.

They all bombarded me with questions. It took me hours to answer them all. But I took my time. I was in no hurry. I was on an extended vacation for about three months before I had to get back to work. Or better said, to turn on my damn laptop at any place I wanted.

While talking the kids fell asleep on the sofa. It got a very long and entertaining evening. It was around two o’clock in the morning when I had to call the quits: Two days of traveling don’t go by you without impacting you. I excused myself and went to sleep.

Upstairs, into my old room that still looked the same way like on the day I left. Well except mom had put her home trainer into it. But well, some things do change from time to time. Even in your old family home.

When I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed. I hadn’t slept that good since an eternity. After fixing myself up in the bathroom I went downstairs to get some breakfast. Mom served me lunch instead. I slept through the whole morning. But no problem for me, I had come back home to relax, to take some time off.

Mom’s cooking tasted awesome. I couldn’t get enough of it. Dad was surprised, because mom clearly wasn’t the best cook on Earth. But well, maybe it was some sort of trauma for me: At first you hate it, then you get used to it and in the end you miss it. In the afternoon sis and her family showed up again. Lots of talking. And talking. And talking.

But on my first whole day at home, I excused myself right after lunch. I went back to my room. I laid down on my bed for some time. Enjoyed doing nothing. Until I fired up my old gaming console that was connected to an even older TV. It brought up a lot of nice memories. I began to think about people from back then and what the probably are up to now while playing some old favorite of me. Surprisingly, I beat one of my old high scores before I went to bed.

On the following day I made it to breakfast. I got a nice cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs. Dad was the breakfast maker. We talked a little while eating, then my parents went off to work. They both had two years left until they could retire. I, I was home alone. I roamed around the house for some time, until one question came to my mind: “Is Fat Joe’s still existing?”

Instead of looking it up on my damn phone, I decided to go for a walk. To find it out the old fashioned way. While listening to some nice music on my old mp3 player. Yes, I found that thing in my room. Surprisingly, it still worked. And I got even more old school. Before leaving home, I turned off my phone and placed it on the kitchen counter. With a note next to it: I am out. Will be back for dinner. In love, your son.

When I walked down the street towards town center, memories were everywhere. Every tree, every house brought up something from my past. Luckily nearly everything looked the same. It was like time had frozen about a decade ago. Just the people got older. Some neighbors were greeting me. Others even came by for some chit chat. It was the most cliché small town I am back home walk that you can think off. I loved it.

When I arrived on main street, I could see the signs from the distance: Fat Joe’s. By the looks of it, it still was around. While getting closer I had the taste of their bacon cheeseburger on my tongue. Damn it, I was really hungry. I was close to starvation.

In the place, nothing but familiar faces. The owner of the joint was still the same. So was his wife that served the food. And all the other people in there, the regulars, the guys that went there for lunch from the small office building across the street, the all were the same. Just a decade older.

But to my surprise not the owner’s wife brought me my cheeseburger. It was their daughter. The former prom queen. The hottest girl in town back then. And she still was a hot one. About as old as I was. And a total look after.

To my surprise she remembered me. She also knew that I had left town and that I came back a few days ago. Yes, news is traveling fast in a small town. She kept on talking from behind the counter – yes, I placed my lazy ass in front of it – with me while serving the other customers.

After I had eaten up my food, she asked me if I wanted some ice cream. I said yes, why not: “Then you’ll have to wait for 30 minutes.”

I grabbed one of the newspapers that were laying on the counter. It was a local one. With lot’s of interesting, ground breaking, world changing news in it: They received a shipment of new books in the town library. The school kids made a trip to the capital. And some farmer had grown some really big crops. Classic local news. Reading that stuff put a huge smile on my face.

When the half our was over, the former prom queen stood behind me. She was tipping me on the shoulder: “I am ready. I got the afternoon off. So let’s get some ice cream.”

And off we went. To the ice cream parlor. Yes, the place looked exactly the same like it did in my memories. We ordered two cones. I paid for them. Then we went for a walk. The former prom queen next to me ate her ice in a very seductive way. She gave her ice cream cone a blow job. And she did it more or less in front of my face.

I hadn’t jerked off for days. So I was aroused within seconds when I saw her tongue licking the ice. Up and down. Slowly. A little bit teasing. It was clear what she was up too, so I asked her: “To my place or to yours?”

She said to hers. It was around the corner. On the way there I asked her some questions: “But aren’t you married? Why me?”

She told me that she was in an open marriage. That her husband, like most other younger men in town was working someplace else and came home only every second weekend. She also told me that she just wanted to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. All I was thinking about was: I am going to fuck the prom queen. I went with her. With a huge boner between my legs and an even bigger smile on my face.

At her place we went straight into the living room. We sat down next to each other. Our bodies were touching. We looked each other in the eyes. We began to make out. Passionate kissing set in. Our hands were over each others bodies.

Then her and my clothes were falling onto the carpet. Her naked body was nothing but beautiful. My rock hard dick pointed towards her. We both checked each other out. Smiles appeared on our faces. Then kissing set in again. One of my hands was between her legs, one of her hands was on my cock.

But no time to waste with foreplay. I wanted to fuck her. Horny me wanted to pound the shit out of her. So I laid her down, she spread her legs for me and I slid my rock hard dick inside her wet pussy. We both let out a few moans.

Then I fucked her. I fucked her gentle. Her pussy wrapped herself around my dick. It felt great. I came closer with every thrust. Tension was building up in her to. I kept on the fast. In and out. Balls deep, but slowly.

I came closer to an orgasm. Her moaning got more intense. A turn on for me. Just a couple of thrusts left. My balls began to ache. One more trust. Boom, my balls emptied themselves into her pussy. She came with me. Her body was trembling a little bit. She let out one last moan.

After I was done I pulled out. It made a little mess on her sofa. She said no problem. She smiled at me while doing so. Then she gave me one kiss. To say thank you. I got the hint, I wanted to get up, to search for my clothes, to get dressed and leave. But she stopped me: “I am not done with you. We have plenty of time left. Wait until I come back.”

Then the former prom queen went towards the bathroom. Shaking her damn hot ass. Holding her panties between her legs. To prevent the fucking juices from dropping onto the carpet. I just sat on the sofa, waiting for what would come next.

About 30 minutes later she came back. With a bottle of lube in one of her hands. And a huge smile on her face. She placed the lube on the coffee table next to the sofa. Then she went on her knees. In front of me: “Time to get you hard again.”

A few seconds later my limp cock was in her mouth. Her hands were playing with my balls. It felt so fucking good. It didn’t took me long to get hard again. Then she drowned my cock in lube. Then she placed herself above my body. Then my dick went up her ass. She took me raw with her damn fucking asshole. It felt great.

She immediately began to moan out loud. She went in full speed ahead: She rode me hard. She rode me balls deep. And she rode me fast. Seeing her body bouncing up and down on my boner, nothing but a huge turn on for me.

While taking me up her ass her hands squeezed my balls. Yes, she rode me reverse cow girl. My hands were on her ass all the time. It felt nothing but awesome. I took some time until I felt an orgasm building up. Her legs began to tremble when it happened. Just a few more thrusts. She came first. She let out an “Oh my god.”

Her legs were shaking. I came a few seconds after her. My balls dumped a huge load up her ass. My body trembled too. Then she collapsed onto me. With my softening dick still up her ass. She gave me a few kisses. Then we just laid there for some time. Until we were back. Until we regained ourselves.

Then it was my time to leave. No, she didn’t chase me out of her place. She did it in a polite way: “You can stay here if you want, but I have to get dressed because I have to go to work.”

No setting up a second date, no exchanging of contact information. It just ended there. Or I thought that it did back then. Honestly, I wasn’t made, disappointing or anything similar. I, the former nerd, the geek, just had fucked the former prom queen. What an awesome afternoon.

On my walk back home I ran into a few people again. We greeted each other. You do that in our small town. But I met no one that I knew from back then. Needless to say, after an afternoon filled with fucking I was hungry. So I hurried back home. For dinner.

I arrived shortly after mom put the food on the dinning table. I excused myself for being late. My parents said no worries at all. Then I dug in. Two plates at least. Dad still couldn’t believe his eyes. While eating we talked about our days. I told my parents that I was out meeting some old friends of mine. To catch up on each other, to have some fun. It wasn’t all that made up. I had fun. A shitload of it.

After dinner I asked mom if it was okay when her home trainer would stand elsewhere in the house. That thing standing in the middle of my room, it just annoyed the shit out of me. It partly blocked my view onto my TV. Mom was okay with it.

It was time for some immediate action: I asked dad to help me. He said yes. A few minutes later the two of us carried, dragged that heavy thing down the hallway, towards my sister’s old room. The home trainer found a new home in there. My room felt much better without something standing in the middle of it.

I thanked dad for helping me, then I went into my room. I tried to figure out what I did that night, but nothing came to my memory. In the end, at one point, I must have fallen asleep. In my good old more than just comfy bed.

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