(When I wrote this story, I thought about you)

I am twenty-two years old. My name is Luci. I’ll tell you right away. It isn’t a female name. It’s a short version from “Lucifer”. And my parents are very far from religion. My mom likes this name a lot.

Now, more details about my mam. I love her very much and I’m a very exemplary son. I should say, me and my dad adore our mam. But, she has friends. And this is what my story about. My mom's age around forty. But, you’ll never think she is that old. Probably, a lot of sport, and good genes. And her friends are the same way. Everybody looks very hot. If I would have a chance, I would fuck them all, and I’m very picky. I don’t like “easy to get” girls. I like chasing and mystery. When a girl “fucks” my mind.

One time my mam had a party. And there where I saw HER. It was one of the mam’s friends. She was chic. When I saw her, I wanted only one thing — to see her naked. Imagining her naked I got hard immediately. For now and forever she was the only one I wanted to fuck. I was thinking about her only. Few times I tried to talk to her, but she would sneak away. It drove me crazy. My fantasies were only about her. I couldn’t get rid of her in my mind. She was my ideal and unreachable woman.

It was one of those days. My mam was going to some meeting. She gave me one job. To help her friend with heavy boxes, to move them from the garage to the living room. I changed my t-shirt and jeans and went to visit a friend.

I called a few times in a doorbell — nobody answered. I pushed door’s handle. “Open.” Fuck, I don’t want to be involved in one of those cases with rubbery or murder. I went inside — silence.

“Mrs. Gold, are you home?” Silence again.

I decided to explore the house a little. Going upstairs I heard noises of running water. “Well, looks like somebody is in the shower.” To reveal myself right away, and miss a chance to watch? Nah…so I opened the door and started to watch. First time I didn’t see anything. It was too steamy. But then, the shower’s door is opened and I saw HER. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. In front of my house lived my dreamed woman. She took a towel and started to dip water out of her body. Her body wasn’t “just beautiful”. It was “unbelievably sexy”. Long sexy legs, tight ass, cute waist, and perfect boobs. Oh my god, her boobs… I could tell they were not fake. Watching her was such a tease. Unzipped my pants, I started to jerk off. A Million fantasies went through my mind, and I was lost for a second. She started to put some oil on her body. Damn, I wanted to smell, to taste, to touch. Instead of that, I was here, shamefully jerking off. I closed my eyes for a second and heard a voice:

“It’s very bad to spy like this.”

I opened my eyes and saw her face. Panic got me.

“I-I’m sorry madam, I’m here because my mam asked me to help you with boxes. I rang the bell, but nobody answered, so I decided to check if everything is OK. And I was totally shocked by your beauty. My mind is running very slow right now.”

“So, you are not going to deny, you spied on me?”

“Oh my god, spying? No! I just couldn’t figure out who was in the shower, and when I got it, it was too late.”

I couldn’t look into her eyes. Her perfect breasts, view of her pussy, cute tummy — everything “screamed” “fuck me”.

“Well, you wanted to watch — you’ll watch. Let’s go.”

“No, wait. Can I move boxes first? Then, will watch?”

She pressed me to the wall, and softly grabbed my dick, whispered into my ear:

“Do you mind playing? I’m sure you’ll last long.”

“I’ll last long? What are you talking about?”

She didn’t say more, but took my hand and walked me downstairs. We passed by the big hall, kitchen and came into a big guest room. She sat me in the comfortable chair, and sat in front of me, spread her legs. Her elbows were touching the piano’s cover. The picture itself was very hot. I checked her out again and wanted her even more.

“You’ll jerk off for me, and I will watch. I say “stop”, and you’ll stop. I say “continue”, and you keep going. You can’t cum until I say. If you cum before my permission, I’ll tell your mother how naughty you are. And I know, you don’t want to upset her.”

I listened to her, and I thought it’s a dream. I couldn’t imagine jerking off under control, and I didn’t really have a choice. So, I decided to give it a try. She dropped a few drops of good smell oil between her breasts, looked at me, and said:

“Start jerking off. Slowly, enjoying the process.”

My hand covered my semi-hard dick. The idea that she watches me was a slight turn on. I saw how her fingers rubbed oil into her skin and wanted it to be my fingers. I wanted to touch her. The cock got in full size, and I got pleasant feelings.

“Stop jerking off.”

What? How? I just started, but a deal was a deal. She had a pillow under her back and spread her legs wider. Put away the bottle with oil, she took whipped cream. I swallowed. I adore whipped cream. Where will she put it? Hottie shook the can and little “rose” of whipped cream softly “touched” her clit. I just imagined how melting cream will flow down her folds, and my desire to suck in her pussy became unbearable. My cock got harder than usual.

“Lick your palm and keep jerking off.”

A skin touched the skin, and I breathed more relaxed. Oh my god, it was so good. I tried not to speed up, and just was enjoying the moves, watching her. One more “rose” fell on the cute hair triangle. Another load of blood reached the top of my dick. Thoughts about crazy orgasm started to build somewhere deep in my subconscious.

“Stop jerking off.” She said, and drops of strawberry jam fell on her nipples.

I barely took off the hand from my cock. The picture was extremely seductive.

“If you’ll behave, I’ll let you do one move with your tongue and lick something.”

My brain started to compare, what exactly I want to lick. The strawberry or a cream? The pussy or a nipple? Light pain in my shaft was annoying.

“Put few drops on your dick and keep jerking off.”

I almost moaned when my hand slid down on slippery skin. I knew if I’ll start moving faster, I’ll cum in a minute. Looked like she could read my mind. She watched me through her eyelashes down and said: “Faster.” Her finger slipped into wet openings. Oh my god, I could only imagine, how her juices mixed with whipped cream and almost reached orgasm.

“Stop. Lick the pathway with your tongue from my breast hollow, down to my pussy, cover it with your mouth, lick all that, suck a little, and go back on your place.”

Think about the bad stuff, just think about very bad and disgusting stuff. Don’t even think about her tasty, juicy body. Forget about those sweet, creamy pussy lips. Penetrating with my tongue into her openings, deeply licking off all that sweetness, I figured that I won’t last long. It was very sophisticated torture, and I had no idea how long she’ll gonna do it. When my tongue reached her clit, she moaned. I didn’t want to stop so bad, but her orders were the law.

“What do you want the most? To have your cock covered by my mouth, or enter me all the way?”

Jesus Christ, does it matter? Both ideas will lead me to the edge. I couldn’t allow myself to think about so pleasant things. My dick was begging about “release”.

“Touch your balls, massage it softly. Think, how great it’ll feel to slide into my wet tight pussy with your hard and deep moves.”

It was unreal. One more load of blood went to my hard as rock dick. I breathed slowly when she stood up and came to me.

“So, what did you decide? My mouth or my pussy?”

I wanted to scream “I don’t care, I’ll cum any minute”, but I tried not to think about jam on her nipples, said “mouth”.

“If you’ll break eye contact with me for half a second, you’ll lose.”

“I won’t.”

While her warm mouth was covering my cock, I didn’t break our eye contact and keep thinking about one girl I had in school. She was so ugly, and I had sex with her. That sex was terrible. I played her face over and over, fighting with approaching orgasm. Her mouth wouldn’t stop, and I felt very tight muscles of her throat. For god’ sake “deep throat”? Why right now? My end touched back of her larynx, and she slowly started to move back. It was the only time in my life when I wished I had four inches dick and not eight ones. I squeezed my fist. My phalanges got white. Silently I grabbed the skin on my leg and started to hurt myself, fighting with rushing into “freedom” orgasm. She stood up from her knees and smiled.

“Now, you can cum.”

I got washed off. It seemed to me I had orgasm forever. I slightly touched my dick and got another one. It was so strong, I faint. In a few minutes, I looked at her. She liked whipped cream from her fingers.

“It was impressive. Now, you can rest, and take care of boxes. It’s in a garage.”