Five days to Christmas

Deft, clever fingers slowly encouraged my drowsing penis from its slumber.

Oh Christ, that felt good…

Eyes closed, I was still very much in that semi-conscious state between sleep and wakefulness.

With a smile, I remembered what Rachel’s diabolical mouth had done to me the previous night, shushing me with suppressed giggles as my gasps threatened to wake her mother, who was – hopefully – fast asleep in the room next door.

A contented sigh escaped my chest as I felt the duvet being pushed back. Soft, warm lips engulfed my growing length.

What a way to wake up; it didn’t get better than this – blow-job to finish an exceedingly debauched evening, followed by a repeat performance to start the day. If anything, Rachel’s tongue was even more enthusiastic this morning.

Saturday morning at my girlfriend’s house in the run-up to Christmas. A lie-in. Perfect. We’d go out for mulled wine, a bacon sandwich and mince pies after she got back from…

I froze.

Wait a minute - what the fu…

Rachel had left earlier for soccer practice, giving me a peck on the cheek and a cheery ‘see you later’ as she departed. I had hardly stirred.

So, whose fingers and tongue were…?

I’d stopped breathing, and my heart was attempting to shatter the world record for beats-per-minute.

Letting out a long, slow, measured breath, I cautiously raised my eyelids.

A pair of mature, mischievous eyes met my gaze. Moira, Rachel’s mum, perched on the mattress next to me in a sheer, revealing dressing gown, one leg exposed all the way to the top of her thigh.

Jeezus, what the devil…

“Morning, sleepyhead. I brought you coffee,” she indicated the cup gently steaming on the bedside table, “but I wasn’t sure how best to wake you,” she said, deadpan.

Christ! Rachel’s mum had just been sucking my cock! My heart was still trying to clamber out of my chest. One of Moira’s hands rested less than six inches from my throbbing member. What in heaven was I supposed to do now?

“Er… thank you.” Oh, pure genius, Alex – you’re really nailing this. But what else could I possibly say!?  “That, um – that seemed to work.”

Really? Is that the best you can do? How do I get out of this?

Do I want to get out of this?

“Yes, it did, didn’t it?” Her lips twitched. “You two were quite the entertainment last night.”

I blushed. Moira giggled. I couldn’t help but notice her erect nipples as they rubbed against the translucent material of her gown. My cock gave a noticeable spasm in response. Fuck, she was hot.

No! Stop it, Alex – this is SO wrong!!

“Um, I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, that’s okay, Alex. Rachel’s a big girl now. She’s entitled to do what she sees fit, with whom she sees fit.” She paused, looking slightly abashed. “I just – thought perhaps I’d see what I was missing.”

“Oh.” I swallowed. Christ, how did she expect me to react to that?  I looked up at her. She had dimples, for cryin’ out loud! Talk about seductive!

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I thought you might like it – you did rather seem to be enjoying it,” she said with an impish smile.

Enjoying it? Enjoying it? Ha! Like many teenage lads, I thought older women – MILFs – were sexy as hell. And when I’d first started going out with Rachel, I’d clocked Moira straight away; it was difficult not to.

But I’d never imagined anything like this. I’d just parked the whole imprudent notion somewhere in the back of my horny adolescent brain with a ‘do not fucking touch’ label firmly attached. Let’s face it, Rachel would cut my balls off with a bread knife and arrange an interview for me with Old Nick himself if I did anything with her mum.

I swallowed, my conflicted brain slowly going into meltdown as common sense and a questionable morality fought with my basic teenage urge to let Moira do anything she wanted with me and any scruples I might harbour be damned.

She looked like she could be a lot of fun.

No, no, no! You can’t possibly do that, Alex!

“Um, yeah. I mean, yes, I um, I guess you could say I was – was enjoying it,” I responded weakly.

Lame – really fucking lame!

Shut up!

Her hand found its way back to my rod, which was unashamedly still pointing firmly towards the ceiling, despite our somewhat awkward conversation. She slowly wrapped her fingers back around my girth, and I groaned at her delicate touch.

La-la-la-la – how was I supposed to fight this? When it came to the male brain versus cock thinking – well, cock always wins. Everyone knows that!

No, no – that’s just an excuse, dammit!

“Want me to continue?” she asked coyly.

Oh God, yes!

No! You’ll be buying yourself a one-way ticket to the fiery pit of the abyss. You’ll be shackled to the will of Lucifer!

It might be worth it - maybe he’s not such a bad guy?

Heads or tails, motherfucker? Mentally, I tossed the coin.

And cheated.

“Yes,” I croaked, finally giving in.

She smiled triumphantly and, kneeling between my legs, she used her fingers and tongue to massage my length with a skill and dexterity that beggared belief.

Oh. My. God! Her touch was exquisite! Where on earth did she learn to do this? I knew she’d been single for years after Rachel’s dad had left the scene, so how could her ministrations be so fiendishly erotic?

Oh, Lord, that feels sooo fucking good!

In what seemed like no time at all, I felt the pressure building and, groaning with unadulterated pleasure, I spread my legs and raised my knees in complete surrender.

“Oh God, Moira. I – I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, cum for me, Alex. Show me what you got stored up for me in these…”

Moira’s gown fell open as she leaned forward to tickle my balls, and the sight of her bare breasts drove me over the edge just as a cheeky finger found my anus and slid inside me. She swiftly dipped her head, and as her lips closed around my glans, I came powerfully, shooting time after time deep into her mouth and down her throat. I could hear her muted squeals of resolve as she determinedly remained clamped around me until I finally stopped pulsing. 

She eventually released me, sitting up with a laugh and taking a huge breath. Spunk was running out of her nose.

“My, oh my! What a feast, Alex. I think you just filled my stomach and cleaned out my sinuses! My daughter’s a very lucky girl.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Happy Christmas, young man,” she giggled.

She parted her gown as she stood up – deliberately, I thought – and my eyes locked onto the thatch of dark pubic hair at the top of her sensuous thighs.

God, she looks like a fucking Amazon!

She smiled when she noticed where I was looking and raised her eyebrows.

“You’d better drink your coffee before it gets cold,” she teased. “If you want more, I’ll just be next door. Don’t be shy – think of my door as if it’s one of those little flaps you find on an Advent Calendar – just pop it open and you never know what might be waiting inside to tempt you.”

Okay, Alex, you realise she's not talking about the coffee, right? Fuck! Now what do I do? Rachel was due back soon, and...

A text pinged in. From my girlfriend. Gonna be a bit late – coach organised some Christmas festivities after our training session. Find something fun to do until I get back. xxx

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Bread knife, bread knife, bread knife…

Ah, fuck it. I’m definitely going to Hell. Satan, here I cum!

ooOoo

Later – text conversation between Moira and Rachel.

Mission accomplished!

And…?

God, he was good!

Told you, didn’t I?

Yes, you did, darling. Thank you so much.

Happy Christmas, Mum.

I do feel guilty, though.

Oh, why?

He’s so… innocent! And I was so very, very… wicked.

Yes, you’ve been very naughty, mum. lol.

Thank you for that – I can hear the netherworld calling my name.

Well, I don't think you'll be alone, lol.

Worth it, though.

Good. Do you think he suspects anything?

Lord, no! He just looks – well, completely exhausted if I'm honest. He’s sleeping like an angel.

Ha. Well, he’s definitely not that, I can tell you.

No, I know – you wouldn’t believe what…

…Too much information, Mum!

Lol. Well, he’s had his Christmas present from me – what are you giving him?

Oh, he knows what he’s going to get from me. I’ve bought him a bread knife…