Emma’s Obsession
By smallercuck.
Emma worried about the teen’s new sullen attitude. When Daniel told her that he had quit the varsity basketball team, she was shocked. Her son loved basketball. Emma knew teenagers were prone to moodiness and that high school was filled with highs and lows, but this felt more serious. Eventually, the 40-year-old mother reached out to Daniel’s high school counselor to discuss the situation.
The councilor was reluctant to discuss Daniel’s situation over the telephone, “Misses Silver, let’s make an appointment. How is tomorrow afternoon?” Emma agreed. The afternoon meeting would mean that she’d miss some time at work, but her son’s change in attitude was so stark that Emma had to investigate.
When she arrived at the school, Mr. Simpson met her at the main office before escorting her to his own smaller workplace. “She’s gorgeous,” he thought as Emma introduced herself. Her tasteful makeup accentuated bright blue eyes, and her lipstick-softened lips looked moist. Emma’s long blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail, reminded the chubby man of an actress he had admired for years. He was smitten.
As the unlikely pair walked down the hall, the councilor slowed until he trailed behind Emma. He found himself staring at the shape of her body beneath the businesswoman’s attire. She was a little thicker than the younger girls around the school, but her proportions were no less enticing than the teens that he usually ogled. Emma’s black skirt hugged her wide hips, and the councilor chuckled when he saw a passing male student turn to admire the sway of her ass as she walked. Simpson certainly couldn’t blame the boy. He loved a generous ass as well.
Simpson enjoyed following Emma through the school -so much so that he had to be careful not to be caught staring at her when they passed students and faculty in the hall. From behind, he could see the outline of her bra strap beneath her white blouse. He couldn’t see her large, round breasts, of course, but he would gladly settle for the view of her ass cheeks under the fabric of her skirt. He noticed her panty line and wondered if Emma wore a conservative pair of cotton undies or if her pussy was hidden under a pair of sexy underthings. The older man knew that he would picture the middle-aged woman’s sexy blond ponytail, firm, wide behind, and large, soft breasts when he stroked his cock before going to bed that night.
Mr. Simpson looked uncomfortable as he sat in his office chair, and the lecherous thoughts he had been having about Emma were only part of the reason. Simpson knew Daniel’s problem was awkward and embarrassing, and he didn’t relish talking to the boy’s mother about it. “Mrs. Silver, I’m not really sure of a delicate way to tell you about this.” The balding older man was obviously uncomfortable with the situation, and his hesitation made Emma fear the worst. “You see, Mrs. Silver, there have been some pictures that have created quite a stir here at school. I can assure you that the staff is taking the situation very seriously, and when we catch the perpetrator, we will take immediate action.”
“Pictures?” Emma was unsure what the councilor was getting at. “What pictures?”
“Well, Mrs. Silver, it is all very unseemly, and we really couldn’t have anticipated what happened, but…” He hesitated, unwilling to share the information with the attractive middle-aged mother. Emma felt ready to burst.
“Please. What are you talking about?” The councilor’s uncomfortable demeanor made Emma’s heart race.
“It seems, ma’am, that someone brought a camera into the boys’ changing room. There are pictures of the boys from when they changed after basketball practice. Naked pictures, Mrs. Silver. The pictures have been posted on Facebook.”
“Pictures of my son? On the Internet?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m very sorry. We’ve contacted the police, but they say that there is nothing they can do. The boys in the pictures are 18 years old, so no crime has been committed- no major crime, at least.”
“What you you doing to help the boys, Mr. Simpson? You have a whole team of boys who have been through a very embarrassing and trying experience. High school is difficult enough for teenage boys without this sort of embarrassment.”
Mr. Simpson looked helpless at his desk. His expression told the attractive mother everything that she wanted to know. He couldn’t do anything to help her son.
Emma eyed the councilor angrily. “I just don’t see how you can let down all these boys like this. The whole basketball team, humiliated.” She was exasperated.
Mr. Simpson caught his breath. “Most of the boys seem to be doing okay with it, Mrs. Silver. It’s really just Daniel.”
Emma was surprised by the councilor’s statement. Why should her son be the only one upset by the pictures? She had never known him to be frail or easily offended. If anything, Daniel had always been popular and confident. Emma was sure there was more to it than the counselor had let on. “I’d like to see those pictures, Mr. Simpson.”
The fat bald man initially resisted Emma’s request to see the website, but eventually the stern mother convinced -perhaps intimidated- Mr. Simpson to let her view the page. She took the man’s chair in front of the monitor as the site loaded. It was a Facebook account under the name “B-Ball Peeper”.
When Emma saw the pictures, she was startled. The boys were obviously unaware that they were being photographed as they casually moved from the showers to their lockers. Emma had never viewed pornography and had only seen her husband naked, so the pictures of the young men were a revelation to her. Their athletic physiques were so muscular and firm, while Emma’s husband, Rodney, was flabby and weaker by comparison.
Even more than the trim athletic bodies, though, Emma’s eyes were drawn to the young men’s flaccid penises. She found herself short of breath as she looked at them. They were so large compared to her husband’s meager dick. The young cocks hung majestically between the boys’ trim thighs, and Emma couldn’t help but notice that all of these young men were much larger than Rodney -two or three times larger. For the first time in her life, the beautiful mother realized that the mate she had chosen was poorly endowed. The pictures were explicit proof that other men did not have a tiny button peeking shyly from behind a tangle of pubic hair. A real man’s penis, Emma now knew, hung down heavily over large and beautiful balls.
She studied the boys in the pictures. They were barely grown -eighteen and nineteen years old- but sexually, Emma, they were more man than the husband that she shared her bed with. Emma had known many of these boys for years, but she would think of them the same way again. Her pussy became wet as she ogled the young men-boys who had grown up with her own son.
Emma noticed Tim Wilson, who had vacationed with her family two summers ago. His body was muscular and smooth, like a movie star. The 19-year-old’s penis was shaven, and she examined it clinically. In another picture, she saw David Lewis, who was always so quiet and shy. His cock was even larger and uncircumcised. Emma had butterflies. The thick thighs looked so powerful and masculine. She would have never guessed that such beauty had existed practically under her nose. She stared at the photos much longer than could reasonably be thought appropriate, but Emma was too engrossed in her task to notice.
There were dozens of photographs. How they were taken without the boys noticing, she couldn’t guess. In them, the teens were nonchalant and playful. They seemed completely comfortable being naked in the locker room. The lone exception was Emma’s son Daniel, who seemed ill at ease. In the first images, Daniel covered himself with a towel while the other boys seemed open with their nakedness. As the progression of pictures continued, he faced the wall to dress. Daniel looked out of place among the smiling teens. His bashfulness was conspicuous.
The attractive mother scrolled down the page, eyeing the photos hungrily. In one of the later images, Daniel had moved to the far end of the locker room, facing away from the group. The picture was taken after Emma’s son had lowered his towel, just before pulling up his boxer shorts. A mirror was visible to Daniel’s left, and the unfortunately placed reflection revealed what the 18-year-old had hoped to hide. There was little doubt as to why Emma’s son was so upset. Despite having turned to face the wall, the mirror revealed that Daniel had inherited his father’s tiny penis, and now the entire school knew it.
Mr. Simpson, the councilor, watched Emma browse the website. Her face became flush, and her breathing was shallow. The beautiful housewife’s large nipples hardened, indicating her arousal to the older man. The councilor imagined her forbidden thoughts, and he became aware of a sudden sexual air in the office. Simpson’s cock grew stiff.
The councilor stood behind Emma’s left shoulder as she sat at the computer. From this position, Mr. Simpson was able to look down her sweater and gaze undetected at the deep cleavage formed by the housewife’s large breasts. Emma’s ornate bra was visible beneath the cotton, and he ached for a better look at the delicate white lace. As she lingered on each photograph, he knew she was becoming aroused, and the thought turned him on. Simpson had not been with a woman in several years, and never with one as desirable as the sexy blonde sitting in his chair.
Suddenly, Emma’s expression changed, and Mr. Simpson felt the sexual tension in the small office vanish. When the housewife saw her son’s humiliation, Emma’s motherly instinct overrode her arousal. She was horrified as she thought about Daniel and the shame he must have felt when the pictures were passed among his classmates. She felt a powerful motherly need to protect her son from such a terrible indignity and a sense of helplessness, knowing that there was little she could do to shield her only child. As Emma left the school feeling defeated, she did not know whether to be angry or to cry.
Months passed, but Emma never told Daniel about her meeting with the school counselor, nor did she tell her husband the reason for their son’s sudden change in demeanor. The sexy mother did, however, save the photographs from B-Ball Peeper’s Facebook page -all except for the one that showed her son’s small member. She stored them in a hidden folder on her computer and masturbated to the sexy images when she was sure that she would not be interrupted.
Emma often thought about the significant size difference between the young men and the only penis she had ever known -her husband’s. She became convinced that his skinny 4 inches were too small to pleasure her. Perhaps if she had known, she would have married a man with a larger penis. The wife of twenty years became angry when she thought about the sexual pleasure she had been denied, and she became furious that Rodney had cursed her only son with an embarrassing little cock as well.
As the months passed, Emma grew disgusted by Rodney’s pudgy body. The attractive mother began withholding sex from her husband, and after several months, he started begging her for intercourse. Emma found a perverse pleasure in denying her husband. She hated Rodney’s cheesy mustache and the way she fretted over his hair each morning. When he walked around in his underwear, she couldn’t help looking scornfully at the tiny bulge that hung below his flabby belly. Her husband was so inadequate compared to the studs in those pictures. He was a weakling and a whiner. Emma’s eyes had been opened.
The middle-aged beauty found herself becoming obsessed with the pictures of the boys in the locker room, and her fantasies soon centered on bedding one of the teens. She wondered what it would feel like to have sex with a well-hung stud. Instead, she was stuck with an unattractive, unassertive little man.
As his mother spiraled deeper and deeper into lust, Daniel managed to overcome the funk caused by the photographs. Emma was proud of him for seemingly moving past the humiliating incident. Daniel began spending time with some of his friends again, and his schoolwork improved until his grades were back to where they had been months earlier. Emma did notice, however, that Daniel no longer played basketball, and although he had been popular with girls before the pictures were posted, the co-eds in his class now paid him little mind. He no longer dated at all.
Emma was excited for her son as graduation neared. She volunteered to chaperone the “safe-grad” party at the school gymnasium. This all-night party was planned to reduce the risk of drinking and driving incidents that had occurred during graduations in the past. It was a chance for the seniors to have fun in a safe environment and, although she was loathe to admit it, it was a chance for Emma to admire the young basketball players once again.
She couldn’t have said why, but Emma made an appointment at an expensive beauty salon at the mall the day of the graduation function. Once there, she found herself signing up for a complete makeover treatment. The deluxe treatment included a professional hairstylist, makeup expert, and a wardrobe advisor.
At the salon, Emma sat in the soft chair waiting to be pampered. She was excited to treat herself to a makeover, especially to look her best for the function later that evening. “Is your husband taking you out on the town tonight?” asked the first stylist, noticing Emma’s wedding ring. Emma shook her head coyly. “Oh, someone special on the side! Nice.” She gave Emma a knowing wink.
The housewife felt herself blush. Of course, she hadn’t planned a rendezvous with a lover, but it was exciting to think that the stylist thought so. She felt naughty and sexy as the other stylists and advisors tittered over her hair and makeup. They each smiled knowingly when they talked about Emma meeting a man outside of her marriage. To these women, the idea of sneaking away for an affair seemed to be a daring act of defiance, not a moral lapse to be frowned upon. Finding herself the center of attention, the sexy housewife told and retold a little white lie about her upcoming date that evening.
As she got caught up in the moment, Emma invented a detailed story about planning to meet a younger man from work for the first time. The usually shy housewife told the salon gossip about her ongoing flirtation with a sexy young intern who just happened to look exactly like David Lewis, her favorite from the locker room photo collection. Emma invented specifics about her new boy toy’s confident manner and rugged looks, and she whispered a salacious tale about kissing the younger guy and the naughty emails that followed. In Emma’s fictional account, her soon-to-be lover had seduced her and teased her for months until she could hardly stand the anticipation of consummating their relationship sexually.
Emma began to get turned on by her own sexy story. As the women egged her on, she told them how her young lover had brazenly felt her breasts on one occasion and how another staff member had almost caught them. She had kissed him twice, she said, and he was a fantastic kisser. Emma told how, in the middle of an important meeting, she had felt a foot from across the table rub against her inner thigh. She said her imaginary lover’s toes had slowly reached her panties and found them soaking wet. When she looked across the table, the young intern grinned at her, knowingly.
As the makeover continued, Emma told the salon staff how the young man had whispered naughty scenarios in her ear and had dared her to give him her panties. She blushed with feigned embarrassment as she told them explicit details of an ongoing flirtation that was surely inappropriate for a married woman. They loved it.
Emma told the hairdressers that she had often admired the bulge in the young man’s pants, and that he would smirk at her when he caught her staring. Emma even found herself detailing how small her husband’s penis was and how exciting she found the idea of a man-sized cock. The ladies at the salon giggled and smiled. They assured her that it would be the most amazing sex of her life when a big, manly penis finally penetrated her.
After the makeover, a fashion adviser took Emma through the mall’s many clothing stores. They picked out several revealing outfits that Emma would have never considered purchasing. It was fun being so naughty. In a moment of guilt, she wondered what had come over her, but the feeling soon passed as the two women got caught up in the excitement of shopping.
That night, Emma dressed in one of her daring new outfits. The revealing ensemble was more risqué than anything she would have dared wear a few months earlier. She secretly hoped some of the teens might admire her body later at safe-grad. There was no harm in that, she rationalized.
Her son, Daniel, had already left for a friend’s house before the grad party. Once again, he did not have a date for the function, she noticed. Would his father’s legacy doom her son to a chaste marriage and a wife who wished for more? Emma felt sorry for Daniel and also for her future daughter-in-law. “And if his wife were to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere,” Emma thought as she completed her makeup, “who could blame her?”
She walked past her husband and received a chaste peck on the cheek. The chubby middle-aged insurance salesman was too engrossed in his sitcoms to realize that his wife was about to leave the house dressed like a tart. Emma’s blouse might have been modest enough if she had bothered to use the top three buttons, but as she wore it, it revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Rodney, who had become so accustomed to being rebuffed sexually by his wife, didn’t even notice.
She bent to sit in her car and felt a slight tingle of arousal. “I’m just going to tease them a little,” she told herself. In addition to the sheer blouse, Emma wore her shortest and tightest skirt, along with lace stockings and garters. The outlines of the garter straps were visible beneath the fabric of the tight-fitting skirt, and Emma got a little thrill when she thought that the boys would notice.
When she arrived at the school, Emma noticed the extra attention she drew because of her choice of attire. She could feel dozens of lustful stares and an equal number of judgmental ones. Emma knew that her tight skirt and revealing blouse would cause a stir at the school. After all, most mothers didn’t wear 2″ heels and “fuck-me outfits.” Emma felt empowered. She enjoyed the attention as she walked from the hall to the gymnasium. The housewife, who had lived such a modest and conservative life, felt like a runway model with all the eyes upon her.
The gymnasium was darker than the chaperones and teachers would have liked. It was hard to keep an eye on the couples paired off in the dark corners of the gymnasium, and a broken bottle of rye whiskey in the hall made it clear that smuggled booze was present as well. Oh well, Emma thought, at least none of the teens would be driving -they had been made to surrender their keys at the door.
Daniel overheard some of his friends as they spied his mother entering the gym. “Damn, what I wouldn’t do to fuck that,” said Tim Wilson, Daniel’s former best friend. The boys around Tim laughed and agreed. They had been Daniel’s closest friends and teammates, but now he felt like an outcast -all because of those damned pictures. “Those tits are amazing,” said another of the boys, and everyone agreed as they leered at Emma. Daniel blushed.
Daniel looked over at his mother, who was now talking to the creepy guidance counselor, Mr. Simpson. He had to admit she looked terrific. Daniel had never seen his mom show so much cleavage, and her makeup was heavier than usual. Her tight skirt was very short, and he could hardly blame his classmates for admiring the way her ass looked. If Daniel didn’t know how conservative his mother really was, he would have thought she was some slut on the prowl. The teen wondered if she had meant to dress so provocatively. “Surely not,” he thought. As Daniel watched his classmates lusting after Emma, he felt a rush of shame. He could hardly wait for high school to be over. The graduation party was turning out to be yet another humiliation to top off a thoroughly humiliating year.
Mr. Simpson felt very fortunate. The counselor had stroked his cock to the thought of Emma Silver’s big tits a dozen times in the last few months. Now, here she was, looking hotter than ever. He had no idea what had prompted the middle-aged mother to dress so lasciviously, but he didn’t care -she seemed too good for him to question her motives. He approached her with a smile, hand extended for a handshake. “Mrs. Silver, you look great this evening.”
Emma thought the counselor was a weaselly old fart, but as she saw him look at her lustfully, she decided to tease him for a while. She was in the mood for some good sexual banter. “Mr. Simpson, how nice to see you again.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s under better circumstances this time, Mrs. Silver.”
“Oh, please, call me Emma.” She noticed that the counselor could barely tear his eyes away from her chest. She pushed her shoulders back a little and chuckled as his eyes just about popped out of his face. He stammered, and his face reddened as she pushed her tits proudly toward him. Emma was really getting a kick out of teasing the older man. Her newfound sexuality made her feel powerful and confident.
“Chaperoning these things can get pretty boning… er, boring,” said Simpson, as he regained his composure. “I have a little flask in my office if you want to take the edge off.”
“Hmm,” Emma thought, “I guess a little drink might make the night go faster.” She looked at the councilor and tilted her head as if to consider his question. She pouted her lips and then licked them seductively. Simpson squirmed as he watched her lecherously. “What the heck? You only live once, right?” she said when she had her fill of torturing the older man.
Simpson led the buxom mother to his office, where he pulled a shot glass and a bottle of tequila out of his desk. He poured a shot for Emma and watched her fine tits under the white blouse as she tilted her head back to swallow the shot. She grimaced and shook her head, laughing. He was fully hard as he shakily poured a second drink and a third for the beautiful woman.
Emma noticed the obscene bulge in the councilor’s trousers. It was a good size -much larger than her husband, for sure. Her large nipples hardened as she briefly wondered what it would be like to fuck the overweight older man, but decided that she just couldn’t do it. The tequila warmed her inside and helped Emma realize what she really wanted. Simpson was too old for her tastes. Emma wanted a teenage cock.
She flirted with the councilor for a few more minutes and had another two shots. It amused her to make the older man sweat and stammer just by adjusting her skirt or pushing her tits out. She laughed out loud when he dropped the bottle of tequila and tried to catch it as it ran down the front of the desk onto his carpet. “What a buffoon,” she thought. “He is entertaining, though.”
Emma left Simpson’s office as he cleaned the mess. She knew that she had left him in a painfully aroused state, and the thought made her giggle. Would he jack off, thinking of her? She felt so, and the idea titillated her.
Emma was buzzing by the time she re-entered the gymnasium. Not much of a drinker, she felt unsteady in her high heels. She needed to avoid the other chaperones lest they smell the alcohol on her breath. The scantily dressed mother slipped into an equipment room and moved behind a pile of mats where she wouldn’t be seen. The buxom blonde thought that if she just sat for a few moments, she could get her bearings and then know what to do. She was suddenly very fearful about being found in a drunken state by a teacher or a parent.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim room’s darkness, Emma noticed movement. There on the floor about ten feet away were two frightened sets of eyes looking up at her. A couple of teenagers wrestled unsuccessfully with their unkempt clothing. The attractive mother had interrupted some hasty teenage coitus.
The girl was the first to disentangle her body. She tucked a small, firm breast inside her bra and hastily rushed past Emma. “Hi, Mrs. Silver,” said the girl as she hurried by red-faced to rejoin the throng of students in the gym. Emma remembered her as an occasional study partner of his son’s -back when he still had girls over to the house.
The boy struggled to zip his fly. He turned away from Emma, but even in her drunken state, she knew who it was. Emma had interrupted David Lewis, the quiet teen, whom she thought was the most attractive of all the basketball players. The mother had studied his body on the computer for hours. She knew his shoulders, his broad chest, and his thick arms. The boy had muscular, hairy legs and a dense mat of pubic hair. When she saw the photos, she was fascinated by David’s foreskin and the thickness of the boy’s member. The teen’s cock was so unlike her husband’s little penis, and tonight, she decided, she wanted it inside her.
Emma had seen David in passing a few times since she had been shown the pictures of the boys in the locker room. Each time the quiet boy said hello, she felt herself become flush with desire. Her perception of the teen had changed now that she knew what he looked like unclothed. Around him, she wasn’t a prim and proper mother, or a confident working woman. She was a schoolgirl with a crush.
Emma had stammered and blushed so much on one occasion that David asked her if she wasn’t feeling well. She had to catch herself to keep from staring at him as she evaluated his physique under his clothing. Emma checked out David’s large package and wondered what it would be like to lie with the young man, to enjoy his perfect body, and to feel him inside her. It was no wonder she was unable to maintain even simple social courtesies toward him. When he looked at her, it was as if he could see right through her and read his mind. He would smile, and her face would redden, and he would look at her knowingly. Being around him was sweet torture for Emma.
Now the dynamic had changed. Emma had caught the boy in a compromising position, and four tequila shots boosted her courage. “Listen to me. I won’t tell your teachers. Meet me in my car in five minutes.” She gave him a stern look that said, “Follow my instructions, or else,” but he didn’t seem to understand what she wanted. Frustrated, Emma stepped toward David, grabbed his chin, and kissed him passionately. At first, the teen was surprised by her aggression, but after a few seconds, he kissed her back. When the kiss broke, he looked at her incredulously. “My car. Five minutes. It’s in the west parking lot.” She spun on her heel and left the boy standing there. Her walk was steady and brisk. A rush of adrenaline had overcome the effects of the alcohol.
Emma sat in the passenger seat of her car for about ten minutes, sucking on a breath mint. She began to doubt that David would show. When she saw him wandering around the parking lot, peering into car windows, she smiled and tapped her horn. He hurried over and tried to open the passenger door. “Go around,” she told him, “You’re driving.”
The teen sat in the driver’s seat and looked at the sexy married woman. “Mrs. Silver, what’s going on?” He looked out of sorts and, for once, less than supremely confident.
He was cute when he was confused, she decided. Emma leaned over and kissed him again. “You’re taking me to a hotel, David. Doesn’t that sound good?” She took his hand and placed it on her tit. The nipple was proud and erect.
“Mrs. Silver, I…” She silenced him with another kiss.
“Shut up, David,” she smiled. “You’re about to get laid. Don’t blow it.”
Emma directed the student to a nice hotel -something classy and romantic. He was excited at the prospect of being with the sexy mother of his friend. David had slept with plenty of oversexed high school girls and college coeds, but he had always had a crush on Emma Silver. This particular turn of events seemed almost too good to be true.
She watched him as he drove. At times, he was only a silhouette in the window, and then the streetlight would shine on his young face, revealing his dark features. He was perfect, she decided, a flawless physical specimen. Emma longed to kiss him again or to reach over and feel the lump in his pants. In high school, she had heard of girls who went down on their boyfriends while they drove. Wouldn’t that be hot?
She decided to wait until they were safely in the hotel room. It wasn’t easy to keep her hands to herself, but Emma wanted her first time with the teen to be perfect. She felt almost like she was about to lose her virginity, and she anticipated an experience no less earth-shattering.
The hotel clerk must have recognized them for what they were -an older married woman and a younger man about to spend the night together as an adulterous couple. Emma was embarrassed, but somehow the shame heightened her excitement even further. Were the people in the lobby looking at them? Did they see how slutty her dress was and how she could barely contain herself around her young Adonis? Fuck it, she thought. She held the gaze of an older woman who was staring at them. “Fuck you bitch,” she mouthed to the woman, who quickly looked away, shocked.
Emma admired David’s athletic behind as they walked down the hall to the room, and she began kissing him before he had time to close the door. It was a long, open-mouth kiss, and it took her breath away. David became the aggressor as the kiss progressed. His hands roamed over her ass, and before she realized it, he had lowered the zipper on her skirt while simultaneously kicking the door closed. She giggled. It was an impressive move.
David still couldn’t believe that Daniel’s mother was hot for him. He’d gotten a lot of pussy the last few months -ever since every girl in school had seen him in the Facebook photos. But the idea of being with Emma Silver was much more exciting than bedding an eager young teenager. She was the first crush he’d ever had, and he remembered lusting after her when, as a young boy, he was just discovering women and their allure. As he got older, she remained someone he admired and a woman he had long thought was beautiful and classy -oh, and her tits were the stuff of a schoolboy’s dreams.
As she stepped out of her skirt, he undid his belt. They took only a moment to remove an article of clothing each before they were embracing again. This time, David pawed Emma’s breast through her blouse as they kissed, and Emma felt her pussy respond. Emma reached down to touch his bulge and moaned when she felt how it filled her hand. “So big,” she whispered as their kiss concluded.
The couple stripped between kisses. They admired each other as they shed one piece of clothing at a time. When she was naked, David guided Emma backwards a step and stepped back himself. With the space between them, he could regard her body entirely. She was terrific, he thought. Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved with her short, excited breaths. David was particularly impressed with her enormous and firm tits, which, even though Emma was several years older than David’s mother, stood proudly on her chest. Her nipples were erect with arousal and larger than most. Emma’s hips were wide, but her stomach was slim with just a hint of fat. She was voluptuous and motherly, but impossibly desirable. Her pussy was freshly shaved, and he regarded the thin slit lustfully. Was she always shaven, or was this something special for tonight? He had never wanted a woman so badly.
Emma watched David watching her. He was strong, athletic, dark-skinned, and handsome. She briefly thought of her husband alone at home, but the contrast between the two men only solidified her resolve. Rodney was awkward, pale, and flabby. He was a shrill man who demanded respect but did little to earn it. David, however, was the sort of person who said little yet was still held in high esteem by his peers. She realized now that the person she always saw as a shy boy was really a quietly assured individual, a young man who in time could become a natural leader. Her husband, Rodney, was nothing next to this nineteen-year-old.
She looked from the teen’s strong pectoral muscles to his fat-free midsection down to the thatch of pubic hair. His penis was stiff and erect, and the tip was wet with precum -massively larger than Rodney’s. For the first time in her life, Emma felt an overwhelming urge to take a man’s penis in her mouth. She had given her husband a blow-job on her wedding night, but the experience was unpleasant and made her feel dirty. Now, looking at the large member in front of her, she wanted to taste the boy, and she wanted to kneel before him. There was something both submissive and exciting about the act.
When Emma dropped to her knees, David smiled. He liked the idea of the woman kneeling before him. He had always been respectful and deferential to his friend’s mother, but here she was about to worship his cock. He sensed that she was sublimating herself to him, and the thought made him feel strong.
David always thought Rodney was a jerk, and the sight of his wife on her knees was especially arousing. David had seen Daniel’s father berate his son for minor offenses and shame him at times. Even as a youngster, David had recognized that Rodney Silver was a short-tempered, petty man. He remembered wondering what Rodney’s beautiful wife ever saw in him. “Well, fuck you, asshole,” he thought. “This is no less than you deserve.” With that, he gently guided Emma’s lips to the tip of his penis.
Emma savored the taste of the fluid on the boy’s member before taking the head in her mouth. Again, she was startled by the difference in size between the teen and her husband as her hand felt the girth of the teen’s shaft. She licked the head lovingly and drew it between her lips. She loved that the penis was uncircumcised, and she loved the warmth radiating from it. Emma felt she could worship the boy like this all evening and be perfectly satisfied.
She kissed his testicles and briefly took them into her mouth. David moaned, and she made a mental note to herself that he enjoyed that before returning her lips to the stiff shaft. Emma kissed the head of his cock and took as much of the foreskin covered head into her mouth as she was able. David moaned his approval as he guided her head up and down the length of his erection.
After a few minutes, the teen pulled away. He lifted Emma and deposited her roughly on the bed. The teen placed the flat of his hand on her inner thigh and coaxed her legs apart. The older woman spread willingly for her young lover. She blushed as she revealed her pussy to a man other than her husband for the first time. He smiled at her, and she felt proud to have met his approval.
David crawled between her legs and lowered his mouth to suckle a tit. As he sucked on one nipple, his free hand found the other and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Emma closed her eyes and let a wave of pleasure wash over her. She felt goose bumps on her arms and a tingle between her legs. The mother moaned lustfully. David brought his knee up between her legs as he continued to concentrate on her breasts. He pressed his knee into Emma’s pubic mound and slowly moved it up and down her slit. The older woman gasped in surprise as he masturbated her in this unusual fashion. When she opened her eyes, he was smiling at her cockily. The look on his face seemed to say, “Look how easily I can make you cum.” The married woman was already putty in his hands.
Emma wantonly ground her pussy into the boy’s knee. When he replaced his leg with the palm of his hand, she pulled his wrist to increase the pressure. Emma whimpered quietly as her first orgasm neared. David thought to himself that he had never seen a woman who wanted it so badly, and he began to sense that she hadn’t been fucked properly in a long time, or perhaps ever. The young stud found himself remembering Emma’s son, Daniel, and how small his penis was. It occurred to him that Emma’s husband might be similarly endowed, and that her urgency stemmed from a profoundly unsatisfying love life. David was sure his theory was correct, but he found himself wanting Emma to say it.
Davis leaned forward to whisper, “Do you want my big cock?” She nodded.
“Say it,” he said. She looked at him but stayed silent, and he removed his hand from her pussy, making her groan for the loss of his touch.
“Say it,” he said. “Tell me why you want it. Am I bigger than your husband?”
She nodded but remained silent except for a groan of relief when he again began massaging her pussy. He had not yet penetrated her with so much as a finger, but Emma was becoming so wet that she could hear the moist cunt as he moved the palm of his hand up and down over it. “Say it,” he mouthed to her silently.
“Yes, uhh. Yes, you are bigger. So much…”
“Show me,” David said confidently. “Show me how much bigger.” With that, he placed her hand on his large shaft and moved her fingers as if to mark where a shorter penis might end. She soon understood the idea and moved her fingers towards the base, finally indicating a length less than half of the boy’s prodigious member.
David found the knowledge that his penis dwarfed Emma’s husband’s, arousing, and the knowledge gave him additional confidence. Emma’s index finger and thumb encircled his penis about one-third of the way up from the base. Her digits did not touch, of course, as he was much too thick for that, but the placement of her hand nevertheless indicated what the teen had suspected; Emma’s husband’s penis was far smaller than his own. This information certainly explained a lot about the older man’s apparent low self-esteem and his brash behavior.
David removed Emma’s hand. “You know I’m going to ruin you. You won’t go back to his little dick -not after I’m finished.”
He placed the thick uncircumcised head at the mouth of her cunt and nudged it forward slowly. Emma’s breath caught in her throat, and she balled the bedspread in her fists. She could feel a new and delightful pressure in-between her legs as her pussy opened to accommodate the thick rod. She opened her eyes to see the boy smiling at her confidently again. He held her gaze and said, “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Tell me how much you need it.”
“Please, David,” she said. “I need this. I’ve never…”
“This pussy is mine now. Understand? Whenever I want it. Only mine.”
Emma nodded and looked into David’s eyes. She was pleased that he wanted her to be faithful to him. Emma realized that she was willing to commit to never fucking her husband again. The thought was startling, perverse, and hot.
“Say it.” David looked at her with a penetrating gaze. He pushed forward another inch, and Emma moaned. He saw that her eyes were glassy and she had a faraway look.
“I’m yours, David. I’m done with him. He’s not a man at all -not compared to you.” The teen smiled in triumph. He had never felt so powerful.
David eased his cock further inside Emma’s wet pussy. He observed her facial expression. His fully erect cock -all ten thick inches of it- could bring pain, not pleasure, if he weren’t careful.
He pumped Emma’s pussy with just the first four or five inches of his penis. She responded by screwing her eyes shut and taking small, rapid breaths. He removed his cock entirely on each upstroke, then slowly entered her whenever she raised her hips to recapture his member.
Emma’s tight pussy gripped him like a vice, and he was careful to be gentle. David knew from the way she was responding that the housewife had never felt anything remotely like his enormous cock. He was sure she would want it again, and again.
After a few moments, Emma seemed to recover from her dazed state of bliss. He remained still with half his penis lodged inside her. He held her gaze again and slowly bent to kiss her. “Do you want more?” he asked after the kiss. She nodded.
He pushed two more inches in her, then three. She started muttering “Oh my god” under her breath. The young stud continued to go with slow, steady pressure until he felt his pubic mound touch hers. She looked up at him in awe, and he held her gaze with a confident smirk.
The feeling of being impaled by David’s big dick was more intense than Emma could have anticipated. There was pain, yes, but it only heightened the pleasure she felt. His penis provided her with a feeling that she hadn’t known existed. Emma knew that there was no going back to the way her life had been. She was beyond caring about her marriage, her husband, or the town’s gossip or impropriety. To Emma, all that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure she felt and the intense need to please this man.
David fucked her with the full length of his cock. Her face was flushed and hot, and a warm sensation enveloped her entire body. After a time, he increased his pace. She watched his face and saw that his orgasm was nearing. David grunted, and she silently mouthed “Fuck me”. He collapsed in her arms as jets of semen shot deep in her pussy.
As he dressed, David looked back at her sleeping in the bed. He was proud of himself. David had taken ownership of the hottest milf in town. He had fucked a married woman better than her husband could ever hope to. The teen tucked his massive member into his pants and zipped his fly. Mrs Silver may try to return to her quiet suburban life, but David knew that she would need more of his superior cock. He thought of her husband and smiled to himself. He knew he could have the man’s wife whenever he wanted.
The End.
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