I had a lot of fun with the last story I wrote so I decided to play around a bit with something a little nostalgic for me. I hope you like it, and let me know what you think in the comments. Oh, and heads up, it’s a long one. Enjoy!
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“My favorite is strawberry, what’s yours?” Piper loved to play the “*What’s your favorite…”* game. She had an innocent side to her, even if she did like to pretend she was a bad girl.
“My favorite pie is cherry.” I gave her a bit of a smirk and she shook her head. I think she got it.
Piper was 18 when she graduated high school and I was a year older than her. We had been dating for about 9 months and it was nearing the end of summer before she went off to college. It was my birthday, and we sat at the picnic table sipping on wine coolers we stole from her mom’s refrigerator. The warm summer breeze was blowing strands of her shoulder length, honey brown hair in her face, and clinging to the condensation rolling down her bottled piña colada.
“These things are actually kind of gross.” She scrunched her nose and set her drink down.
“Yeah, way to sweet. I don’t know how your mom drinks these.”
I set mine down next to hers and rested my hand on her thigh. Her soft, sun kissed skin was warm to the touch, and the frayed edge of her cut off shorts tickled my wrist. She leaned towards me and rested her head on my shoulder.
“We should probably get going.” She sat up straight and swung a leg over the bench to face me. She slid in close and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “My mom is making you dinner for your birthday.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’ve been helping her around the house a lot and she wanted to show her appreciation.”
Piper’s Dad moved out six months ago. He had been having an affair with a coworker, and Roxanne, Piper’s mom, found some pretty incriminating texts on his phone while he was in the shower. Ever since then, she heavily self medicated with those god awful sugary drinks, and lounged around in her bathrobe all day. She had me fixing things or taking out the trash every time I came over. I didn’t mind though, she always fed me good food and was always super nice to me. Recently, Roxy got her groove back, and she started dating around. She was dressing up nicer, a little provocative to be honest, and started leaving the house at night to meet friends for drinks. That worked out well because it gave Piper and I some alone time.
“That sounds nice. Your mom is really sweet.”
“Where do you think I get it from?” She looked up at me with squinted eyes and a big toothy grin, then wrapped her arms around my rib cage. “Ok, lets go. I have a present to give you on the way home.”
She sat back and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a little, teal green, plastic case. She flipped open the lid and slid out a paper thin, transparent square.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a mint strip. Stick your tongue out.” She placed it on my tongue.
As soon as it hit my tastes buds, it almost adhered to them. I pulled it into my mouth and the cold mint burned the roof of my mouth. Every time I inhaled, it intensified the cooling sensation and when I breathed out through my nose, I felt like an ice dragon pummeling a small village with frozen water.
“Holy shit, Piper. Those things are fucking harsh! Happy birthday to me, I guess.” Wrinkles of anguish formed between my eyebrows.
She rolled with laughter at my expense, “I’m sorry babe, I should have warned you.”
“Ya think?! Those things are dangerous.”
She stood up off the bench and fixed her shorts, because they were riding up a bit from sliding towards me. She was tall and lean, and her clothes always seemed too small for her 5′ 10″ frame. Her lacy white tank didn’t reach the top of her light washed jean shorts, so when she walked, her belly button played peekaboo.
“That’s not your present anyways. That’s just a preview.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the bench. “Come on!”
I was still recovering, but reluctantly stood up. When we were standing face to face, the top of her head sat just under the tip of my nose, and she often stood up to give me flirty pecks on the tip of it. She was the tallest girl I ever dated. I was usually a foot taller than most girls I dated, so I enjoyed the way she complemented my height.
“Awww, suck it up, buttercup. That’s the worst of it.” She pulled me towards my car, and as we parted ways she let go of my hand and gave me a playful little slap on the ass.
“Watch yourself, lady.” I smiled at her and pulled open the car door.
I got into the driver’s seat and put the keys into the ignition. As soon as she got in, she kneeled on the seat reaching into the back. Her hip bumped my shoulder and I couldn’t help but notice the gap between her shorts and her shirt enlarge as she stretched to reach behind me. She had a an extremely sexy midsection that I found irresistible. I gave her side a little squeeze with my teeth and she tensed up and giggled.
“Hey!” She hip checked my shoulder, making space between us. She found what she was looking for and sat back in her seat. She handed me a thin, wrapped square and said, “Happy birthday.”
I started to pull back the paper revealing a CD case. It was the new Ludacris album, Chicken-n-Beer. “This just came out like two days ago. Thanks, Pipes.”
She gave me a cute grin and stole it from me. “I’ll put it in, you drive.” She opened the case, took out the disc. I turned they key and the car started, lighting up the radio. She slid the disc into the slot and immediately skipped to track three.
*Stand up! ah*
*Stand up! yeah*
*Stand up! ah*
*Stand up! uh*
We laughed and bobbed our heads with the music as I pulled away. She reached back into her pocket and pulled out the little teal case again. She slid another strip out and stuck it to the tip of her tongue. It disappeared it into her mouth and she gave me a lustful smirk. She seemed unphased by its intensity.
“Ready for part two?”
“What’s part two?” Excitement started to rattle my nerves. My legs involuntarily parted a bit with hopeful anticipation, and I pulled my khaki shorts a little lower and adjusted them to make room for some growth.
She spoke with an exaggerated and breathy fervor, “Just keep your eyes on the road.” All of the muscles in my body tensed and my cock flexed with anticipation. She turned up the air conditioner and positioned the vents so they were blowing directly at my lap. One of her hands adjusted the volume on the radio and the other touched down on the button of my shorts. She popped it free and pulled at my zipper. I reached down to assist in peeling back my shorts, but she shooed me away. “Eyes on the road,” she repeated.
Her hand made its way through the hole in my boxers and seemed delighted to find out I was already hard. She pulled at my cock and it sprang past the fabric holding it back. Her lips met the side of my shaft and slid down to the base. Her tongue wrapped around it and she moved her mouth up the side of all seven inches, wetting it like the flap of an envelope. The cool mint saliva coated the underside of my cock and the air blowing from the vents made me twitch and shiver from the new sensation. Once she reached the head, her lips parted allowing me to enter. The warmth of her mouth temporarily offset the mint and with every bob of her head, the air rushed past the base of my cock causing me to shutter. She swirled her tongue around making sure her taste buds massaged every inch of sensitive skin while she used the beat of the song to pace her movement. I couldn’t help but work my hips against rhythm.
*When I move, you move, just like that?*
*When I move, you move, just like that?*
*When I move, you move, just like that?*
*Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back*
My right hand rested on her back and found its way up to her shoulder. I slipped one of the spaghetti straps of her tank down onto her arm to create some room in the front of her shirt. I reached down through the top and palmed one of her B cup breasts. It barely filled my hand, and I gave it a squeeze. My hand relaxed and my finger tips made it to the tip of her nipple, gently pinching it. She let out a moan that vibrated my cock and made my legs straighten. Thank god for cruise control.
She took note of my reaction and started to hum along to the music. It pushed me over the edge and I had to let go of her nipple and regrip the steering wheel. My knuckles turned white and I thought I was going to rip it from the steering column. By balls tightened against my body and my cock started to swell.
“I’m gonna cum!”
She kept humming and bobbing and working her tongue against the head of my cock. It started to throb and cum spewed out with each long pulse. I looked down as she slowed her pace and I could see her throat move with each gulp of cum. I let out a deep guttural moan and slammed my fist on the steering wheel. It startled her and a little bit of cum leaked out of the corner of her mouth and landed on my shorts. She popped her head up to look out the window and then looked at me.
“You scared the shit out of me!” She laughed and gave my dick a teasing slap.
“Hey! Be nice. I couldn’t help myself. That was fucking amazing!”
She sat up and I could see a little drop of cum still sitting on her chin. I reached into the glovebox and grabbed a handful of napkins. I handed her one and motioned to her chin. She gave me a coy smile, blushed, then dropped the visor to look at the mirror. I used the rest of the napkins to clean myself up and did the best I could to clean off my shorts.
“Is this noticeable?”
“Um, yeah.” She chuckled a bit. “Just do the best you can to hide it. I’m sure my mom will be to busy to notice anyways.”
“God, I hope so.”
When we got to the house, I put the car in park and she stretched over to give me a long kiss. She pulled away and gazed into my eyes for a moment.
“Happy birthday, David. Now let’s go eat.”
When we walked in the door, the aroma was divine. We kicked off our shoes and headed towards the kitchen.
“Hey, mom.” Piper pulled out a stool and got seated at the island.
“Need any help?” I sat down next to her.
“Hey, guys! Happy birthday Davie, and yes, can you grab me the bowl off the top shelf?”
She seemed to be in an exceptional mood that day and she looked great. She was very fit, with athletic features, pixie cut blonde hair, and always reminded me a bit of Charlize Theron. She was in her early forties and was a real head turner.
“Yeah, of course.” I got up and walked toward the cabinet. I stretched out to reach the bowl and it lifted the bottom of my shirt.
“Hey David, what’s that on your shorts?” Piper’s mom leered at me for a moment and I started to blush. She shot a look towards Piper, but she avoided her gaze so she looked back at me with a telling smile. “Ah, no worries. Not the first time, won’t be the last I’m sure.”
I handed Roxanne the bowl and sat back down next to Piper. I had a feeling this was going to be an extremely awkward dinner.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rqqk97/birthday_blowies_and_a_meal_with_a_milf_part_1