Two Mothers (part 3)

Two Mothers Part 3

Chapter 11 – Visitor

Patty put her hand on her steaming pussy, feeling the cum juice seeping out of the slit that her son had deposited. The next thing she knew, she was finger-fucking herself, rubbing her fat little clit, thinking about how good it felt when her cunt stretched around that nice big cock.

It was one o’clock in the afternoon when Patty began her finger-fucking. She sprawled on her living room sofa, staring blankly at a TV show droning on in front of her. Her terry robe was open, exposing her huge tits and her wet, hairy pussy. Patty wiggled her ass on the couch as she moved her hand between her thighs, rubbing and stroking her firm, aching clit.

“Unh, unh, unh! Oh that feels good! Oh yes! Unh, unh, need to cum!”

The doorbell interrupted her. “God, I just can’t get a break today.” She thought.

Patty considered not answering it at all. But the relentless ringing was annoying. Reluctantly she rose, tied her robe together, and went to see who was at the door.

She peeked through the peep hole to see a boy about Walter’s age or younger. Clad in kaki cargo shorts and a T-shirt, Patty surmised that he might be a boy-scout. She squinted, wondering why his face looked familiar.

“Very good looking.” She thought. “I should see what he wants.”

Although her robe was now tied around her waist, Patty loosened the belt revealing some cleavage.

“This should be fun,” She thought as she opened the door.

“Hi,” the boy said. He smiled. “My name’s Henry. Are you Mrs. Anderson. Patty Anderson?”

“Yes. Can I help you?” Patty nodded inquisitively.

You know my mom, Margaret Kelly?”

Patty flushed instantly with a feeling of trepidation. “What reason could Margaret have for sending her son to visit her?” She thought.

“Yee-yes, I know her,” Patty stammered. “What about her?”

“Well, it’s hard to talk about.” Henry smiled, seeming very calm.

“Well come in then and we can talk. Henry? Right?” Patty said. She had noticed that he had all his attention focused on the “V” opening at the top of her robe.

He walked past her, casually entering her home. Patty shut the door and followed him into the living room. Henry took a seat on the couch. Patty eyed the boy immodestly. “What kind of slut had she turned into?” She thought.

“Wow!” Henry exclaimed as he jerked his hand off the couch. Patty could see the wet spot on the cushion where her flowing cunt-juices had puddled moments before. The boy had just put his hand in it and was now sniffing his fingers. She knew he was picking up her odor. Patty wondered if he’d know what he was snelling.

“So what did you want to talk about Henry?” Patty asked.

“I’m not sure. Mom just said I had to stop by to help you out with your problem.” Henry explained. “She said you’d understand.”

“Really?” Patty said wondering if Margret told Henry about her and Walter. The thought had her very curious.

“Mom said I could help you if you wanted.” Henry explained. “Mom said you’d know what to do.”

Although the conversation was very vague, it also felt sexual. But maybe it was just her and her taste for sex. Patty was aroused by this inquisitive boy.

“Well Henry,” Patty said as she crossed her legs letting the robe open wide. “What do you think she had in mind?”

“She said to just tell you I can help.”

“Henry, did your mom send you here to help me with my problem with my son, Walter?” Patty asked directly. “That is very sweet of you Henry.”

Then, Henry shocked her. Standing up, he calmly unzipped his shorts and dropped them to the floor. He was naked from the waist down except for his tennis shoes. His prick was enormous and stiffening rapidly, swelling with blood and jism in little jerks. Henry took his cock in hand and stared intently at Patty.

“Mom said I should show you my cock and let you decide.”

Patty had always professed that, “Size doesn’t matter.” But right now she was thinking that this monster boy-cock was going to matter. It was both scary and exciting. It was longer than her son’s massive cock and with a thicker cock-head. Her breathing quickened as she stared.

Henry wrapped his fingers around his enormous fuck organ and stroked. Patty stared with disbelief and growing passion as the meaty prick grew bigger.

“So, Mrs. Anderson. Do you need my help?”

“You know Henry,” Patty said with a false calmness. “I think we could help each other.”

Patty stared at Henry’s big boner, watching it pulse as he jacked it with his fist. Her pussy tingled as she thought of fucking this strange young cock. She craved prick-meat. Patty wanted to fill herself with a load of tangy spunk.

Patty dropped to her knees. After all, she was the adult, it was her duty to take the lead.

“He may be a boy.” She thought. “He is anything but little.”

Henry smiled, stepping closer, wagging his big cock was in front of her face. Patty wrapped her fingers around the shaft, fascinated by its size. She sighed as she jacked the huge cock, making the piss hole ooz jizz.

“That feels good, Mrs. Anderson.”

Patty popped the cock knob into her mouth and started sucking. It was a good, tasty prick to suck, with cum sap nearly as rich and delicious as her own son’s. Patty made gurgling, slobbering sounds as she nursed contentedly on the giant cock, shutting her eyes, concentrating on the taste and feel of the prick between her lips.

Patty thrust her tongue onto the piss-slit as the jizz oozed out plentifully. She gently grasped right hand around the base of his cock, and beat his meat, fast and hard, whipping her right hand up and down from the root to her stretched, hungrily sucking lips.

Henry stared down at her, sighing as he enjoyed the torrid cock-sucking. He held her head with both hands, curling his fingers in her thick blonde hair, rocking his hips lightly. Patty felt like a complete whore now, happy to do absolutely anything for Henry as long as he’d let her suck his cock.

“Suck it!” Henry panted. His face contorted in pleasure as his orgasm grew nearer, as the heavy load of cock juice congested in his balls.

“Oh, wow, you suck as good as mom!” He pulled her hair, rocking his hips, making the cream-starved mom gag on his thick prick. “Uhhh good, Mrs. Anderson! Unggh, Ohhhhh you are good. Yes, suck it!

Henry’s giant surging semen pump filled her mouth with jiz. Too much to swallow, cum streamed from the corners of her mouth.

“Swallow it, Mrs. Anderson! Suck my cock, suck it! Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh!