His Girlfriend’s Mother
          	by Ann Douglas
	
	Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room
reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been
addicted to since she was a girl.  The house was empty, unusual for
a Saturday night,  and she was looking forward to a night of peace
and quiet.  The sudden ring of the doorbell caused her to glance up
at the clock.  Ten to eight, she wasn't expecting anyone. With a
small sigh she put the book aside and left poor Rachel alone for
the first time with her secret love - her father's stable boy.


	A quick glance out the peephole identified the caller and she
quickly undid the deadbolts on the door and opened it wide. 
Standing before her was a teenage boy, drenched by the rain.


	"Good Evening, Mrs. Riley,"  the boy said as he dripped onto
the foyer carpet.


	"Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing out in weather
like this, you'll catch your death in this downpour."  She said as she
ushered him inside.


	"I just wanted to drop off Becky's report for school,"  he
said as he produced a small binder wrapped in plastic from under
his soaked jacket.  "I promised her I'd proofread it and get it
back to her by tonight."


	"Proofread , is it now."  Katie Riley said with skepticism, 
"Are you sure you didn't just write it for her."


	The guilty look on his face told her he had.


	"Well we'll discuss this later," she said as she tossed the
report on a nearby table. "First order of business is to get you out
of those wet clothes.  March yourself into the laundry room and
toss all of those things into the dryer.  You'll find some of Matt's
old things in the basket that you can put on."


	With a shrug, Michael headed for the laundry room.


		
	Putting on a pot of tea while she waited for Michael to
change, Katie worked up a few good angry thoughts for her
youngest daughter,  Becky Ann.  Becky had been dating Michael for
three months now, a fact which had surprise her from the onset. 
Michael was nothing like the boys she had usually gone out with. 
First off,  he was very intelligent and well mannered, - a straight A
student. Secondly, although he was very cute, Becky usually
preferred a more rugged looking boy.  It had been a futile hope
that maybe she was finally growing up, but now Katie could see that
Becky was only using the boy.


	"This was all I could find that would fit."  Mike said as he
walked into the kitchen, holding onto the tie-string of the gym
shorts that were too big for him.  


	Katie bit down to prevent  a laugh.  Her middle son's pants
were at least 2 sizes too big, but at least the t-shirt had shrunk
enough to fit.  If he were to let go of the pants, she was sure they
would drop to the ground.  She quickly dismissed the image, not
wanting to make fun of the boy.


	"Sit and have a cup of tea, it'll warm you up."  She said
putting a large mug in front of him as he sat down.


	"Thank you."  he said quietly.


	Silently they drank their tea.  He was cute, Katie thought to
herself, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a swimmer's form.  And
that was at 16, give him another year or two and he'd really break
hearts.  All he lacked was self-confidence, without it he was just
another boy Becky had wrapped around her little finger.


	Aware that Mrs. Riley was looking at him, Michael felt very
uncomfortable.  At 42, Katie Riley was still an attractive woman.  
Although she tended to be on the heavy side, her weight was
evenly distributed as to give her a full bodied figure.  The most
striking feature of which was a set of 38D breasts.  Breasts
Michael was all to conscious of as he tried not to stare at them
though the thin housedress Katie wore.


	"How long have you been doing Becky's schoolwork?  Katie
asked as she put down her mug.


	"About 3 months,"  Mike answered.


	"I though so,"  Katie said. "Doesn't it bother you that all you
are to her is someone to do her schoolwork?"


	"No, we really go out..."  Michael said excitedly. "She showed
me that she really likes me!"


	"Oh really now?"  Mrs. Riley asked  "And how does she do
that?"


	Michael sat there speechless, he knew he'd said too much.


	"You can tell me, Michael, I'm not going to get mad.  I know
all about the things boys and girls do together."


	"Well...we kiss and sometimes she lets me touch her," 
Michael said, red with  embarrassment.  He found he couldn't
escape the older woman's inquiries.  "And sometimes she touches
me..."


	"She jerks you off?"  


	"Ye......Yes....a few times."  Michael stammered, amazed at
the question.


	"Has she ever sucked you off?"


	"No......." he yelled.  "She wouldn't ever do something like
that!"


	Katie smiled in amusement, the boy was in love with Becky. 
She was the first girl he'd ever had any sexual contact with and it
had blinded him to the fact that she was using him.


	"You'd be surprised what Becky does....."  Katie continued, it
wasn't fair that she had to burst his illusion, but it was for his own
good. "Did you know she's not even a virgin,  she's been on the pill
for almost a year."


	"No, she told me that she was saving herself.  That's why we
couldn't do it"  Michael said in Becky's defense.


	"Oh she told you that..." Katie replied.  "And where did she
say she was going tonight?"


	"Becky said she was going to spend the night in Bakerville
with her cousin Suzie." Mike said, wavering in his answer.  "Helping
her get ready for her prom."


	Katie shook her head, thinking of a few more choice things
she wanted to say to her daughter.


	"Oh she went to Bakerville all right, but she went as Timmy
Clancy's prom date."


	"No....."  Mike said  "She wouldn't do that...." 


	But deep down he knew that she would and did.  Realization
came over him and he began to cry.


	"I'm sorry Michael,"  Katie said as she took him into her
arms and held him.  "Let it all out, its ok."
	
	
	Katie held the boy as he cried, rocking him gently and
brushing his hair.  It was a hard thing to loose young illusions.
After a few minutes of holding his head against her ample breasts,
Katie realized  the boy had a hard-on.


	As soon as Katie looked at the bulge in his shorts, Michael
jumped back and began to quickly apologize.


	"I'm sorry.....I didn't mean to do anything....."	


	"That's ok, I know it was just a natural reaction...."  Katie
said in a soothing voice.  "In fact if anything I should be
complimented."


	Looking again at the bulge, Katie wondered just how big it
was if she could notice it though the too large shorts.  


	"I guess I'd better get going..."  Michael said.


	"Nonsense, "  Katie said.  "Its still pouring out and your
clothes are still in the dryer."


	Michael looked around the kitchen, trying to look at anything
but Mrs. Riley's huge breasts.


	"Just out of curiosity......what did Becky promise you for
doing the report?"


	Michael shifted in his seat, the question didn't do anything
to make him loose his hard-on.  He still couldn't stop answering
Katie's questions.


	"She said she would rub my cock for me..."  he answered, his
face growing redder and his cock growing harder.


	Katie glanced down again at the boy's growing cock and
smiled.  "It's a shame you did all that work and then miss out on
your reward."


	
	Michael then almost passed out as Mrs. Riley reached out
and slid her hand down the gym shorts and pulled out his hard
cock.


	"Impressive..."  Katie said with a smile as she rubbed the
length of the 7" boycock.  "Becky doesn't know a good thing when
she has it."


	All Mike could do was sigh as Mrs. Riley continued to stroke
his dick.  Standing him up, she reached down and cupped his balls,
playing with them as well.


	"Do you want me to stop?"  She asked, knowing full well the
boy would never say yes.


	"No, it feels so good."  


	Michael quickly lost himself in the pleasure Katie's finger's
brought him.  Her experienced touch was quickly evident as she
brought him to the verge of orgasm.  


	"I think I'm going to come..."  He said as he closed his eyes.


	A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Michael's
eyes to spring open.  To his astonishment, Mrs. Riley had taken his
cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with vigor.  Michael felt
the sensation of her sucking down to his toes.  He was so close it
hurt.  Katie clamped her fingers around the base of his cock,
preventing him from ejaculating.  Every lick of her tongue, every
time she mouth him whole, caused Michael to feel like he was going
to explode.  But it was such a wonderful feeling.


	Finally, Katie released her hold on his ball sac and felt the
rush of hot cum erupt from them - a second before it began to
shoot into her mouth and throat.  She deep throated his cock,
catching every spurt of salty boycum. Savoring both the taste and
the knowledge that this was the first blow job he'd ever had.


	After what seemed like an endless supply of  boyjuice, his
cock began to soften and Katie let it slip  from her mouth.  She
wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops with had
escaped her.


	"Did you enjoy that?"  She asked.


	"I don't think enjoy is the word......"  Michael panted.  "I feel
like I've had a religious experience."		


	"Well now you see what Becky was holding out on you."  She
said with a grin, certain that he would be getting over her
cockteasing daughter real fast.


	With that the buzzer of the dryer went off - signaling that
his clothes were now dry.  "I guess that's my cue to head home." 
he said disappointedly.


	"Well it is still raining...."  Katie said.  "I really couldn't send
you back out there to get soaked again.  Let me call your mother
and tell her you'll be here for a while."
	
	As Katie talked on the phone with his mother, Mike took a
good  hard look at Mrs. Riley.  He was no longer shy about admiring
her tits or that big beautiful ass.  He could already feel his dick
getting hard again.


	"Well, your mother said that it was ok for you to stay, your
brother Billy will pick you up in about an hour on his way home from
work."


	"That's great."


	"Well, what can we do for an hour?  Katie asked as she
struck a pose, highlighting her huge breasts.


	For a second, Michael though they were going to pop out of
her dress.


	"Would you like to see my breasts, Michael?"  Katie asked.


	"Oh yes......please."


	"Well.....as long as you asked so politely."  


	Katie reached her neck and unzipped her dress.  Then with a
flourish she let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing there in
bra and panties.  She reached up between her twin mounds and
undid the clasp.  Like a slingshot the bra burst open and her tits
popped free.  Almost twice the size of Becky's, Katie had nipples
that stuck up like eraser heads and aureole bigger than silver
dollars.  Michael hadn't even seen breasts that big in the books he
hid under his bed.  


	"Well are you just going to look or do you want to touch
them?"  Katie said as she massaged them and played with the
nipples.


	Without further encouragement, Michael shot forward and
took a breasts in each hand.  He squeezed the softness of each,
contrasted by the hardness of each nipple.  Raising one to his
mouth, he began to suck on it, another thing that Becky had always
denied him.  He was rough at first, but Katie guided him in a soft
understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue.  Then how
to suck the aureole into his mouth and use his teeth to give just
the right tough of pleasure/pain.


	Moving to the other breast,  Michael showed that he was
indeed a quick learner.  Katie arched back and closed her eyes in
enjoyment as the boy continued to suckle at her tits.   What she
was doing was so very wrong, but at the moment she didn't care. 
She knew that before he left for home, Michael's boycock would
be buried in her already wet pussy.




	"Come on, " Katie said as she took the boy by the hand. 
"Lets go into the bedroom."


	Once there, she stripped him of what little clothes he had
and stepped back to take a good look at his young body.


	"I was right, Becky definitely doesn't know a good thing
when she has it in her hand"  She exclaimed as she reached out
and ran her fingers across Michael's hairless chest.  "So
smooth...so sexy.."  Katie mused as she played with his nipples.


	Michael was surprised that felt so good, he'd never thought
of men having sensitive nipples.  "That feels nice..."


	"That's only the start."  Katie said as she bent forward and
licked the nipple with her tongue.


	Then she moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as she
had taught him to do a little while before.  She played with his
nipples for a while, reaching down while she did and gave his young
cock a playful tug. 


	"I'll bet you're already to go again,"  she smiled.  "good, I
like that."


	Katie moved up from his chest and reached behind his head,
caressing it with her fingernails.  Pulling him toward her, she
kissed him for the first time.  Gently at first, then harder.  A
second kiss followed, then a third.  Finally she opened her mouth
and slid her tongue into his.


	Michael quickly reacted to the warm, slippery tongue in his
mouth.  It was the first time he had been kissed that way, but he
instinctively began to reach out with his own tongue.  Both tongue
mixed as they licked each other, exploring the new tastes.


	"Are you ready for more?"  Katie asked after a final kiss.


	"Oh yes, Mrs. Riley."  


	"Then follow me."  she said as she laid back across the bed
and spread her legs.  "What I'm going to teach you now is the most
important thing a young man can learn about pleasing a woman."


	Michael knew what she meant, and knelt in front of her with
slight hesitation.  He had never even seen a woman's pussy outside
of  a skin mag, much had his mouth this close to one.  Still he'd
never had his cocked sucked before and look how wonderful that
had felt.


	Katie reached down and parted her cunt lips with her
fingers, allowing Michael easy access.  The boy reached out with
his tongue and touched her wetness.  Surprisingly he found he
liked the taste.  So much for all those stories that it smelled like a
dead fish.


	Encouraged, he reached out again and drove his tongue in as
deep as it would go, savoring the new found delicacy.  Katie let out
a soft moan, this boy was an absolute treasure.  What would he be
like with a little experience.


	Michael then ran his tongue up and down the length of her
cunt, stoking the fire building the fire within Katie.  At times it
was only a touch, only a caress, but it was enough to cause the
older woman to shake with abandon.


	There was no doubt about it, the boy was a natural born
cunteater.  Each thrust of his tongue made him want more. All he
wanted to do was make love to his new teacher with his tongue. 
Guided by the now louder moans and sighs, Michael drove deeper
and deeper, filling his mouth with the wet juices.   What ever
doubts he might have had were now gone, here he was, 16 yrs old,
giving head to a 42 yr old woman --- and she was loving it.


	"Oh yes..Mikey....eat me...."  Katie yelled as she grabbed hold
of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between he legs.  "Eat my
pussy...God....yes!"


	A steady flow of cuntjuice now coated his tongue and mouth
as he attacked Katie's womanhood once more.  He wanted it to
never end, so he was momentarily disappointed when Katie pulled
him up from between her thighs.	


	"I want you inside me.."  she said before he could say a word. 
"I want you to fuck me!"


	Katie quickly took hold of his now rock hard cock and guided
it to her dripping hole.  Coated with pussyjuice it slid deep within
her, as her cunt wrapped around it.  For this he needed no
instruction, he'd done in his dreams a thousand times.   Yet never
in his most erotic dream could he ever had fantasized that the
first woman he would fuck would be his girlfriend's mother.


	With boyish energy he repeatedly slammed his pelvis against
hers, slapping his balls against the outer walls of her pussy. 
Cuntjuice ran down her thighs, coming to a rest in the crack of her
ass.  A little while ago, Michael thought having his cock sucked was
the most wonderful feeling he could ever have.....but this went far
beyond that feeling.


	Katie grabbed his asscheeks and added her own energy to
his thrusts.  They moved like a well lubricated machine, each
responding to the other's body.  With each movement, both could
feel the eruption building inside.	


	Michael's body tensed up, telling Katie that he was about to
cum.  She took firm hold of his ass and rammed his body into her,
just as the first hot spurts of boycum filled her pussy.  Her arms
held him so tight he couldn't breath as her own body exploded,
sending a fresh new wave of  girlcum to mix with his.  They
continued to trash wildly for several more seconds, until Katie was
sure she had pumped every last drop from his cock.  Then they
both laid silent and still.


	After a minute or two, Katie eased the boy off her and onto
his back.  His cock was once again semi-soft, coated with a thick
mix of both their juices.  Bringing her mouth down to it, she began
to lick it clean.  


	As soon as she was done, Michael confidently pulled her up
and kissed her.  As his tongue side inside her mouth, he was
greeted by the taste of his own cum, another new taste to enjoy. 
He didn't stop until he had licked her mouth as clean as his cock.


	Katie held him tightly against her breasts.  He had came her
a scared little boy, he would leave a confident young man.


	"You'd better hop in the shower,"  she said as she released
him.  "You're brother will be here soon."


	Michael leaned over and kissed her one last time and moved
into the master bathroom.  As she laid there and listened to the
water run, Katie had to fight the impulse to join him.  All that soap
and water provide a great opportunity to introduce him to the
pleasures of anal sex, but if she started that they would still be at
it when the sun rose.  Or more importantly when her family came
home.


	Ten minutes later, a honking horn told them his brother was
outside.  After calling out that he would be right there, she pulled
him aside away from the open door and gave him one last warm kiss
- along with a playful tug of his cock.


	As he ran out and jumped into the car, Katie spotted 
  the  school report that had brought him here tonight.  Carrying it
to the trashcan, she ripped it to pieces.  Becky would have a lot of
writing to do when she got home tomorrow.  And if she wanted
Michael's help, Katie was sure it was going to cost her a lot more
than the promise of a hand job.


	Smiling with satisfaction, she sat back down in her easy
chair and picked up the book she had laid down a few hours before. 
She read a paragraph, then closed the book and placed it back on
the table.


	"Eat your heart out, Rachel..."  she said to herself.




END


 (c) Ann Douglas 1996

   
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