I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 4

I pulled up to Amanda’s house and parked the car on the street, concerned.

Who the fuck is here at this time of night?

There was a sparkling black Corvette parked in her driveway, in front of her SUV. I got out of my car, and Amanda threw open the front door and came running to meet me. She was wearing a black two piece pajama set. She had a massive smile on her face, and enveloped me in a big hug.

“What’s . . going on?” I asked slowly.

Amanda was hopped up and down, ecstatic, unable to contain her excitement. “I bought you a new car!” She squealed. “And it matches mine!”

There’s no fuckin’ way.

“You didn’t have to . . What?” I stuttered. “I mean, I don’t need a new car, especially one as expensive as this.”

The car was a C7, and it was beautiful. It had aggressive lines and scorching curves, complete with a big wing on the back and a badge on the front that said ‘Z06’.

“Yes. You. Do.” She tapped me on the chest three times. “You deserve it, baby boy.” She gave me an evil grin. “This one is supercharged too.”

I might cum right now.

“Amanda, I- I don’t know what to say.” I said faintly. “Thank you. So much. It’s incredible.”

“Oh, just wait.” She grinned. “You have to take me on a test drive.”

We went the speed limit through town, making our way to the outskirts where there was a long, flat, uninterrupted road. Once I found a perfect spot, I stopped the car, centered on the middle lines. I looked at Amanda.

“Go for it, baby.” She whispered, grinning.

First gear. I eased the accelerator, having found out that first gear would break the tires off the pavement easier than I had imagined. I was trying to get up to speed, not do a burnout. Once I hit 25mph, I slammed the pedal all the way down. I had to tap the paddle shifter quickly to avoid redlining.

Second gear. The engine rewarded me with an explosion out of the exhaust, and slammed us into our seats as the car propelled forward. The supercharger squealed, screaming as it gulped down air. The rear end of the car swayed, and I had to compensate slightly, but was able to regain control. Before I knew it, we had already passed the speed limit.

Third gear. The car had caught its stride. It liked going fast, and preferred it. It was glued to the pavement, steadily increasing speed. Its hunger for the road was unyielding. ‘Faster.’ It urged. ‘Faster. FASTER.’

Fourth gear. I took shallow, controlled breaths. Any sudden movement could send us careening off the road. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. My hands had a film of sweat, making it difficult to properly hold the steering wheel. I was losing it, but I couldn’t let go. 126. 128. 130.

Just a little more. Just one more.

I was terrified, and exhilarated. I was frozen, and I was free.

131.

I let my foot off the accelerator. The engine let out deep rumblings and pops as it immediately slowed down. I took a huge breath in, and sighed as it decelerated to 100mph. My fingers were tingling and my arms were numb. I glanced over at Amanda as we coasted.

She was smiling wildly. “Good job, baby.”

I grinned. “I think I’m good for tonight. I don’t wanna push my luck.” I looked back at the road, and let the engine wind itself back down to the speed limit. Soon, I found a turnoff, and started making my way back to Amanda’s house.

On the drive back, I noticed Amanda squirming in her seat, seeming uncomfortable. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

She looked over to me, her face flushed and red. “It’s nothing baby . . it’s just that . . the suspension is so stiff . . and it’s vibrating my seat so much.”

Holy shit, she’s getting off just from the bumps in the road.

“Y’know what the good thing about driving an automatic is?” She asked in a low whisper.

“What’s that?” I replied, confused.

“You only need one hand to drive.

She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. She was warm and wet, and I could feel her soaking through her silk shorts. I was instantly hard. I quickly pulled my hand back slightly and slid underneath her shorts and found her clit. Her arms were straight, pinning her breasts together as her hands pushed mine down into her crotch. I reached my finger down to her entrance and slid upward, taking advantage of how wet she already was to lubricate her clit. I kept my eyes on the road while I was half leaned over, playing with her pussy.

It only took a minute of my attention for her to cum. Her thighs clamped down on my hand as her body shook and she whispered “I’m cuminggggg.” She leaned back in the seat, breathless, and I pulled my hand from her lap as I pulled the car into her driveway. I parked, and pulled the keys out of the ignition. She grabbed my face, roughly pulling me to her, and kissed me.

“Mommy.” She kissed. “Needs to fuck.” She kissed. “Her fuck toy.” She kissed. “Right. Now.” She shoved her tongue down my throat.

I REALLY might cum right now.

She pushed me back into my seat, unbuckled herself, threw open the car door, and deftly got out. I sat in the seat for a second, my mind reeling as I unbuckled. Then, my car door opened. She grabbed me with both hands, yanked me out of the car, and dragged me up to the house. She snatched the keys out of my hand and opened the door. We walked inside, and she slammed the door behind us.

She stood with her hand on her hip, and pointed to the back of the house. “Bedroom. NOW.” She ordered.

Without a second thought I sprinted to the room. The door was already open, got in, and figured she wanted me naked. I stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and ripped down my shorts. I clambered onto the bed, laid flat, and waited patiently. She walked in quickly, saw my clothes and position, then nodded.

“Good Boy.”

I swallowed. She unbuttoned her pajama top, threw it off, then bent over and pulled down her shorts. Then, she walked over to a corner of the bed. She reached under the bed and pulled something black out. She snatched my ankle and pulled it towards her, then tied a restraint around it. I swallowed again. She walked to the other three corners of the bed and restrained my other ankle and my wrists, forcing me to lay spread eagle. She climbed onto the bed and stood over me, her legs outside my hips. With her feet flat on the bed, she squatted down, hovering over my cock that was dripping precum down the shaft. She grabbed it with one hand and rubbed it tenderly against her clit and entrance, then set it gingerly inside. She set her hands on my chest, her arms pressing her breasts together towards my face as she bobbed up and down, my dick barely inside her. She looked at me, waiting.

I whimpered at the feeling, my cock aching to be inside her. I pushed my hips off the bed slightly, trying to get inside of her. She looked at me below her bangs, and fire ignited in her eyes.

“Bad boy.” She snarled. She raised one of her hands and slapped me across the face.

Her impact wasn’t very hard, but it took away my breath and stung my cheek. I let my hips fall back down to the bed. “I’m sorry.” I whispered.

She caressed my struck cheek and replied. “Beg.”

Submit or suffer.

“Please Mommy. Please I want-“ I pleaded. “I NEED your pussy. Oh fuck I need your pussy, I can’t live without it.”

She sat deeper by an inch and her walls clenched down on me. She was dripping pussy juice down my shaft, and it caused my cock to spasm and I pushed, spilling precum inside of her.

“Fuck Mommy please, oh god I can’t- I can’t- I’m going to fucking die if you don’t fuck me.” I cried, praying to my goddess.