Helping Mom’s friends Part 2 [MF] [Teasing, Oral]

Celeste wasted no time; her hands were ripping at my jeans so that she could feel my erection. I let out a hard gasp as soon as she wrapped her red nailed fingers around the base of my throbbing cock. It had been so long since I had been physical with another female and I was trying hard to fight off the urge to grab Celeste by the back of her head and thrust my eager meat all the way down her hungry throat. 

 

I took a deep breath and decided to just let her have her fun with me instead. She kissed me again before spitting in her hand and then rubbing it up and down my hard cock. “Fuck I bet your cum tastes so good.” She kissed me again, her hand going faster and faster while she devoured my lips. “Do you want to cum down my throat?” 

 

She was like a fucking animal and I was her prey. It was all so intense and primal. “Yes.” I growled out, causing her to moan against my lips. She slowed down her pace, her grip loosenig. “Oh I don’t believe you.” God she knew how to push my buttons.  I felt angry and hard and I just wanted to rip her hand off my aching cock and fuck her hard. Make her scream and cum until I couldn’t fuck anymore. 

Helping Mom’s friends Part 1[MF] [Teasing] [Oral]

What’s the best part of moving? Being done with it.I just recently moved into my own apartment and holy hell was I dumb for doing this so close to the end of the semester. Like really dumb. Studying for tests, packing, unpacking, realizing that you don’t need half the stuff you brought with you and then realizing that you left the important stuff back at your old place.

So I am here thinking that I am finished with all my unpacking and I realized that I left my bookbag back at my parents house. No big deal. I was tired from all the moving of furniture and the one hundred trips back and forth, but hey what’s one more trip? I wanted this to be over and done so I could just relax and enjoy my new place. I swung back over to my parent’s house and opened the door to find my mom standing there holding my bag in her hand, smiling. 

“I figured you would be back.” She said with that motherly smile, the one that says that she knows you like the back of her hand. Which she did. I mean you don’t live with someone for 23 years of your life and not have that kind of relationship.