I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 3

Amanda’s house was only a short drive across town. She lived in a middle class neighborhood, and I was surprised to see her house was only one story, and very modest. The style was limewash brick with black stained wood accents. She had a sparkling, diamond black SUV parked in the driveway; I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I knew it was expensive. I parked my car on the street, turned it off, and sat thinking, feeling out of place.

You don’t deserve her.

I unbuckled the seatbelt, climbed out of the car, and stepped onto the walkway that pathed to her front door. It was a deep ebony, and had been carved with swirls and patterns that only a master could have accomplished. The windows framing the door had curtains drawn, and light trickled through. I slowly walked the path, climbing the mountain of my own fear and insecurity. I stopped short of the porch, staring at the small step.

She deserves everything you are capable of giving.

The door opened and I looked up. Light flooded onto me, and her image was a prophesied vision. She stood barefoot in her pure white nightgown, ethereally bathed in glow. The slip draped just past her hips, formed up against her waist, and spilled her breasts out the top. Her brown eyes were framed by her black hair and conveyed warm desire. She emanated beauty, an angel trapped within mortal form.

“Be a good boy and take me already.” She whispered.

Be not afraid, for behold . .

I rose up the porch before her. She stood in the doorway above me peering down at my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifted her up and walked into the house as she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.

I set her down in the foyer, reached behind me and threw the door closed. It collided with the frame and latched while I feasted on her lips. My hands roamed her, trailing across her skin. I needed every single inch of her body. I broke the kiss and ravished her neck, then plunged my face into her cleavage. Her head fell back and she gasped, her fingers found my hair and she caressed my head. My fingers found her hips, and I leaned back to peel up her shiny white gown, revealing a sight I had been aching in my soul to witness.

As I pulled it off her head, I saw her in white lace panties, matching her white lace bra I had glimpsed the day prior. Her breasts were testing its structural integrity. A large black floral pattern was tattooed beneath her breasts, contrasting her creamy skin. I adored it for a second, then my gaze fell to her stomach and hips. She had small rolls and stretch marks, lighting across her skin. She was flawed in no way that mattered.

“Take off your shoes.” She whispered.

I used my feet to kick them off, and she started pulling my shirt over my head. She flung it to the side then caressed my shoulders, palmed my chest, then slid her hands down my abdomen. My stomach spasmed at her touch, and my cock strained against the fabric of my shorts painfully. She moved her hands down my waist and frantically pushed them down, releasing me and letting the shorts fall to the floor. She tenderly wrapped her hand around my girth, barely able to touch her fingers and her thumb. She admired it for a second, then looked up to my eyes.

“Make love to me. Right here.” She demanded. “I won’t wait any longer.”

She hurriedly caught her panties with both thumbs and peeled them down her legs. She grabbed my hands and I supported her as she sat down on the hardwood, then she pulled me down and she laid back. I fell between her legs, crushing myself against her, and coupled my mouth with hers. My chest compressed her breasts, my hands supported her head against the floor, and her hands pulled my waist into her. My cock rested against her pussy. She was dripping wet, and I effortlessly slid my shaft up and down her slit, slipping and searching. I quickly found her entrance and began pushing inside of her. She gasped into my mouth as I started stretching her walls.

I broke the kiss and bent my head down towards her chest. “Oh fuck.” I whimpered. The sensation of just the tip inside of her was so intense, my body perceived it as physical pain. I was doubled over, and my face fell, resting between her breasts.

Amanda’s arms wrapped around my head instantly, pressing my face deeper into her motherly embrace. She wrapped her legs around my hips, forcing me beyond her entrance with a slow pressure as she moaned in amazement. My mind was shredded into atoms, pulverized by the pleasure I was not equipped to comprehend. I began groaning uncontrollably into her, my mouth open and drooling as I yelled. She pulled me inside herself deeper and deeper with every second.

“You need to fill Mommy up. “She whispered urgently. “You will fuck me later. You need to cum inside your Mother. Right now.”

Our hips met and I was entirely inside her, finally complete. She threw her head back and screamed as she came, her orgasm coursing through her body. Her walls tightened around my cock, somehow pulling me even deeper within, extracting my cum. I was exploding, forcing my cum inside of her. My cock had spurted only three times before she was full, and I kept ejaculating over and over. I felt my cum deluge out of her pussy, past my cock, overflowing out onto the floor.

Where am I?

Amanda!

’ . . . out in to the world

. . don’t like what I see

You could . . Paradise

But . . . like Hell to me

I heard singing. It was soft, high pitched, barely a whisper. It was beautiful, and terrible. It was a razor slicing through skin, and aloe soothing a wound. I felt tears on my face. I felt fingers running through my hair.

’Lying

in between the memories

choking me, and

I don’t know which way to go

but I’m okay to never know.’

’I don’t know which way to go

but I’m okay to never-‘

The angel’s voice broke abruptly, and she wept.

AMANDA.

My eyes opened. It was pitch black. My head snapped up from her chest, I pushed my hands against the floor and off of her, looking for her face. She had a hand covering her mouth, she was violently wracked with sobs, her chest dripping with tears.

“Amanda! Oh my god, oh fuck, are you okay?” I said in a panic.

She pulled her hand from her mouth. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m okay.” She wailed. She sniffled trying to clear her nose, and took several deep, exhausted breaths. Quickly she was able to calm down. She looked at me. Her tears had obliterated her black makeup, causing gorgeous Rorschach patterns around her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.

She smiled weakly and laughed faintly. “Yes, baby. I’m more than okay. I’m happy that . . I ended up here. With you.” She looked at me with intense affection and concern. “Are you okay, Sweetie?”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“Silly boy, you lost consciousness while you came inside me.” She said, petting my chest.

I thought for a second and remembered. “Oh. I- Yeah, I-“ I shook my head, and smiled at her. “I’m sorry, that was just-“

“Don’t apologize.” She cupped her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face down for a kiss. “I think. Um.” She let my face go and pursed her lips. “I think that means we’re in love. That doesn’t happen to people who aren’t in love.”

My heart surged with feeling.

No shit Sherlock, you hadn’t figured that out yet?

I stared down at her, my mouth open, my face wet, my arms weak, my stomach pained.

“I am so fucking hungry.”

She smiled up at me, and gripped my arms.