SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

“Connor, come in, come in!” Hope led her son in through the doorway.

“Hi, Mom,” Connor said. He begrudgingly bent his head down so that Hope could kiss him on the cheek. He walked past her and headed up the stairs.

“And this must be your little friend!” Hope exclaimed, her voice rising several excited octaves.

On the other side of the doorway, slouched and embarrassed, was Marcus. Connor’s friend from college, he was spending the Thanksgiving break with Connor’s family. His shy posture could not hide the fact that he was an absolute Adonis. His shoulders filled the doorframe. He towered over Hope. The muscles in his chest and arms swelled within his sweater. Long lashes picketed deep, moody blue eyes. Dark stubble decorated his strong jaw and around his pouty, apprehensive, kissable lips.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Gleason,” Marcus said, holding out his hand.

“Oh! Please! Call me Hope!” Hope said. She took Marcus’s hand. It was so large. It took both of her own to coil around it. Her eyes danced up and down her body. Ravenous hunger and horny energy filled her body as she stood close to him in the doorway. Only by exercising incredible self-control did she stop herself from licking her lips in front of him.

Marcus’s eyes met hers, then darted away. But, they only found the sea of tanned cleavage created by Hope’s low-cut blouse. Her boobs were massive, made even larger looking by her tiny body. She was 50 but had aged gracefully. She was fit and slim except for her bustiness. Wrinkles formed around her eyes when she smiled. Her sleek, straight hair was still dark and hung down in bangs over her eyebrows.

She took a step toward him, leaning her tits toward his chest.

Marcus recoiled. He took a step back, and his bubble butt collided with an umbrella stand. The stand and the umbrellas inside it clattered to the ground.

“Oh!” Marcus exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gleason!” He pulled away from her and squatted down to pick up the umbrellas.

His ass and broad back presented to her, Hope couldn’t stop herself from running a trembling, hungry tongue over her lips.

***

“So, Connor, how are things going with you and Abby?”

The three of them were seated at the dinner table. Forks and knives clinked as they dug into Hope’s green bean casserole.

“Mom!” Connor whined, his mouth full of food. “You know me and Apphy broph up!”

“Oh, that’s right,” Hope said. “It’s a shame. She seemed like such a lovely girl.”

She turned her attention to Marcus, who she had seated across the table.

“And what about you, Marcus? I’m sure a strapping young man like you is seeing someone?”

“Uh… well…” Marcus suddenly became very interested in his casserole.

Connor snorted. “The only thing Marcus spends time with is his textbooks.”

Marcus took a big, anxious swig of his water.

“Is that true, Marcus?” Hope asked. She stood up and reached across the table for a bread roll so that her boobs fell forward, threatening to fall out of her blouse. No bra contained their spilling weight. Her nipples poked through the cotton. She made sure to remove it before dinner. “Surely there must be someone else?”

“KFFOuggh!” Marcus gasped and choked on his water.

Connor laughed. “Only way Marcus gets his dick wet is in the shower!”

Marcus shot burning daggers at Connor’s direction with his eyes, but said nothing.

Hope sat back down with her bread roll in hand. She couldn’t believe that this absolute hunk was a virgin. He must just be shy about these sorts of things. She tore the bread roll in half and began smearing butter inside. But Connor’s quip gave her a nasty little idea…

***

♫”So you’ll add to the local color, serving coffee with a mpher…Ba-dum-da-dum takes a lot of skill! They put coffee in their coffee in Brazil…”♫

Marcus’s off-key, half-remembered lyrics drifted through the bathroom door.

“Well,” Hope whispered to herself. “I guess he can’t be perfect.”

Her manicured hand curled around the doorknob.

It was, fortunately for her, but unfortunately for Marcus, unlocked.

Hope crept into the bathroom. The sound of roaring water and the sticky humidity of steam reached out to her. The full, statuesque silhouette of Marcus was partially visible through the pink, tinted shower curtain.

Towels hung on the towel rack, and his clothes sat in a pile on the floor.

Closing the door behind her, Hope picked up the clothes in a bundle. She held them against her breast and dipped her head into them, sniffing his scent. The chemical tang of cologne was mixed with the musk of his sweat.

Through the shower curtain, the arm of Marcus’s silhouette reached down between his legs. He scrubbed at his cock and balls with the bar of soap. Hope’s knees knocked together, and she shuddered, practically convulsing where she stood.

With a trembling, twitching hand, she reached out and pulled back the curtain, just far enough that she could peek inside.

His back was turned to her. His gorgeous back, the muscles forming hills and valleys as he scrubbed at the delicious secret between his legs, his no doubt massive cock.

Soapy suds gathered at his crotch; bubbles protecting his modesty, hiding his testicles under his full, round ass. His legs were so long. Water ran down their full length so slowly, tracing the curves of their muscles like fingers.

He hummed to himself, completely unaware that his friend’s mother was committing the whole of his naked body to memory.

After a few seconds that felt like eons, Hope tiptoed out of the shower with the clothes in hand and closed the door behind her.

***

Unaware that his privacy had been completely violated, Marcus turned off the water in the shower.

His hand reached out blindly for a towel on the towel rack, but his long fingers only found the metal pole.

Confused, his hand groped the length of the pole. He peeked around the shower curtain, which he held, bunched and defensively, around his privates. He saw that his clothes were gone and that there was no towel in sight.

“Connor?” he called out. “Dude, this isn’t funny, Connor!”

He frowned.

A naked leg gingerly extended out of the shower curtain cocoon, and a foot rested on the floor. And then another. Marcus’s enormous, dripping body emerged hunched and nervous into the restroom. Both hands cupped his crotch, protecting his genitals through a network of fingers.

Marcus opened the bathroom door and leaned out into the hall.

“Connor! Y-you’re gonna pay for this, man…”

He stepped fully out into the hall, naked except for his clutching hands.

Hope leaned against the wall, hidden behind the open bathroom door.

She slammed the bathroom door shut by extending her leg.

“AHH!!”

Marcus shrieked and wheeled around from the sudden noise. His wet foot slipped against the floor, and he went crashing down with his arms extended.

“Oh, my God!” Hope giggled. One hand covered her laughing, grinning mouth while the other pointed down at Marcus’s crotch.

His dick was short, pathetic, and an absurd two-inch little nub above his tiny balls.

“It’s so small!” Hope cackled. “I would never have guessed!”

Marcus sat up and covered his crotch with both of his hands, even though he could have used only one. Hope towered over him, a laughing, gorgeous titan. His tiny cock stirred and grew, at least as much as it could against the palm of his hand.

“SSHHH!!” Marcus shushed her. He looked around, expecting Connor to show up as another witness to his absolute humiliation any second. “You can’t tell anybody, okay? Please?”

“Oh, is poor Marcus ashamed of his little button cock?” Hope giggled. The toe of her boot reached out and prodded at Marcus’s cupped hands between his legs. The vibrations of her teasing shoe reached through Marcus’s hands and found his trembling cock.

“AHH!” Marcus recoiled and fell onto his back again. His long, sculpted legs stuck out and were spread apart like he was a pregnant woman on the delivery table.

Hope slinked down into a squat. Her hands rested on his trembling knees and gently held them apart. Her clothed body seemed to hold his naked body down with an overwhelming and unstoppable gravity. She leaned forward, and her enormous boobs drooped and swayed within her blouse.

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t tell all your friends that Marcus, the big, strong hunk, has a pathetic little clit where his cock should be,” Hope giggled. “You just have to do one favor for me.”

Marcus nodded over and over again from his awkward position. He stared down the muscled expanse of his body into the winking, smiling, but predatory eyes of the older woman looming over him, crawling into and between his open, naked legs.

“Anything! Sure, anything!” he said.

Without breaking eye contact, Hope pulled on the neck hole of her blouse. The orange cotton fabric slipped off her shoulders. Her boobs fell free, larger than her head — smooth, round, swaying expanses of tanned, impossible, hypnotic flesh. Her light pink nipples stood upright, erect.

The most genuine, shocked gasp escaped from Marcus’s mouth.

“Oh, you really are a virgin,” Hope chuckled. “But we’ll fix that in a moment. Move your hands.”

Marcus flung his hands away from his cock and balls.

“MnMmm…” deep, amused hums resonated through Hope’s throat.

Her boobs descended on the now-three-inch erect little cock pointing up at her. The absurd little flaw on this otherwise perfect young man.

Her boobs swallowed his tiny dick in an overflowing, warm sea.

“OHH!” Marcus exclaimed. His back arched and his arms tensed. His hands gripped the floor for support. It was all he could do not to immediately cum into her tits.

His own hips moved against his will, shifting and grinding his little clitty cock against Hope’s boobs. His naked asscheeks squished against the floor.

“Careful now, don’t want to empty your tiny balls just yet,” Hope said.

Now on her knees, she rested boob-first on his cock and balls. Her hands scooped up as much of her tits as they could and pressed the cleavage against Marcus’s pathetic squirming excuse for a penis.

She shifted her body forward and back, dragging her boobs across Marcus’s crotch over and over again.

“Oh goddd…” Marcus muttered. His lips and jaw trembled. His legs began to shudder with such intensity that his feet were slapping against the ground. His inner thigh muscles vibrated.

“OhhHHH…” he moaned, lost in pleasure.

Hope smirked to herself. Her hands worked over time, enveloping and massaging and squashing his cock.

“Ah-AHH!” Marcus’s feet fully left the floor, and his enormous legs circled Hope’s upper body. Hope fell forward in the grip of his legs into an awkward, almost missionary position, her face smooshing against his abs. His legs tightened around her like the legs of a woman folding across the body of her husband to ensure a deep and powerful creampie.

“OOUhGGHHhh….” He groaned, and every nerve, every atom in his body trembled. His tiny cock spasmed, and he blasted the watery, minuscule content of his balls into the sea of Hope’s cleavage.

“OH-Ohh-oHHh…” Marcus panted and gasped. He lay flat on the ground, a vibrating, barely human mass of muscle and bone and sweat and limbs.

Hope pulled herself off his body and sat between his shaking legs. Her hands groped the incredible surface area of her boobs, fingers vanishing between and under and around their shapes until she found the tiny wet globby splatter of Marcus’s cum. She wiped his jizz off on her jeans.

“ss-Sorry…” Marcus panted, still out of breath.

“It’s fine,” Hope said. “You can’t expect to have that much stamina your first time.”

Her hands went to her jeans. From her sitting position, it was difficult to unbutton her pants under her belly.

“But, and this is an important lesson, you never leave your partner unsatisfied.”

Hope stood up. She turned around. Marcus’s bleary eyes followed her hand as her fingers hooked into her jeans. Her jeans and her lacy red panties were peeled away from her pert, round asscheeks.

“UH-uh…” Marcus stammered.

The jeans and panties descended further, and Hope bent over, tight asshole and wavy, flappy, dripping pussy presented to Marcus’s face.

“UHHH…!” Marcus exclaimed in absolute, mind-broken shock.

With expert balance, Hope stood on one leg, pulled off her boot, and then freed one leg from her pants and underwear.

Then, she spread her legs wide and sat on Marcus’s face.

“MMPHHNN!!!??!?!”

Marcus exclaimed, muffled, into her pussy and asshole. Her previously clothed pussy and crack radiated intense warmth onto Marcus’s face. Her wet pussy lips kissed and played with and entangled with Marcus’s lips as she began to ride his face. Hope’s scent, sweat, hormones, vaginal fluids, and strawberry-scented body wash overwhelmed his senses and fried his brain.

Hope sat on top of him. With her boobs hanging out of her blouse and her pants and underwear mostly removed but still bunched around one leg, she was somehow strangely both naked and clothed at the same time.

“Can you hear me, Marcus?”

“MMNN-NNRN.”

“Good. Now, eating out is one of the most important life skills you can learn. I want you to begin by licking my pussy. There you go. There you go. Now move a little further forward…”

Marcus’s tongue hungrily lapped at Hope’s pussy lips. Misunderstanding her instructions, his tongue moved up, dipping into her vaginal opening, probing her tightness with his tongue’s length and girth, which put his tiny cock to shame.

“AHH!” Hope squealed. “That is up, Marcus, not forward! And a little too soon. Teasing and tempo are vital parts of oral sex.”

“TTHHRWY…”

Marcus withdrew his tongue and ran it across the waves of wrinkly, puffy labia until he found the precious nub of her clit.

“OH THERE Marcus, good boy! And use your lips too, yes, that’s it, it’s like kissing, it’s OhhHHH…”

Hope rode Marcus’s face, grinding her cunt against his lips and tongue. Her fluids splashed and squished and ran down into Marcus’s face and mouth. He took her pussy lips into her mouth and sucked on them. He tongued her clit. His tongue circled and teased her precious vagina. He was an animal beneath her. His tongue was everywhere, pleasuring her with such overwhelming instinct.

Marcus’s hands blindly reached up and grabbed Hope’s naked ass cheeks, clamping onto them with magnetic force, fingers clutching and squishing her sensitive butt flesh.

“MARCUS!” Hope gasped. She bucked at the sudden contact. Her brain sparked. Arousal raced from her ass and pussy up through her chest, heart, and brain. Her face and chest felt flushed. Her hands reached up to grip her boobs, fingers circling her nipples.

“OhhHHH…” Hope moaned. It felt like her self-control, her inhibitions, were melting off her nervous system. It had been so long, and the young man below her was driving her crazy. She was in heat.

“OHHgHH MARCUS!”

Hope orgasmed, convulsing and bucking and arching her body on top of Marcus’s face. Intense, wet, squishing, squashing sounds echoed from her mashing, grinding pussy.

A sliver of self-reflection crept into the back of Hope’s brain through the orgasmic waves. She pulled herself out of Marcus’s grip and off his face with a loud suction cup-like sound.

Marcus, mouth and chin covered with her juices, looked up at her quivering hips, at her sopping pussy. Another orgasm struck her body like a bolt of lightning, and she came again, squirting a stream of juices from her pussy across Marcus’s face. The volume of it put Marcus’s pathetic jizz to shame.

“Ohhhh… ohhh god….” Hope leaned against a wall, naked except for her pulled-down blouse and her pants and panties around her ankle. Marcus sputtered under her, wiping her girl jizz from his eyes.

Below, the doorbell rang.

“Oh, that will be Connor,” Hope said cheerfully. “I sent him to go get takeout. We should probably get dressed.”

“And don’t worry,” she said, smirking, “Your little secret is safe with me.”

She raced off to find some clothes, her naked butt cheeks jiggling and her boobs flopping and swaying with each step.

Marcus, mostly dazed but also smiling peacefully to himself, rose from the floor and ran in the opposite direction towards his room.

 

The End.

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