Dexter's Mom

	Mrs. O'Reilly was tired, sore, and shivering wet. She was in the laundry room, naked but for her apron, holding her pounding head in one hand while she tried to wash her clothes. She had to get them washed clean before her family got back home and found out what she'd gotten up to the night before. Some old friends had convinced her to go out drinking. She'd had a few too many, and... something had happened. Her head hurt too much to remember clearly, but when she'd woken up she'd been lying on the floor of her downstairs bathroom, her clothes torn and covered in stains. Luckily her family was out for the day, so she had time to get cleaned up. She could barely we walk when she tiptoed out of the bathroom, her legs were so sore. Her nice party dress was probably ruined, what with the tears and stains, but she threw it into the washer along with what was left of her undergarments. She couldn't find her panties anywhere.
	As she waited for the washer, she wracked her brain, trying to remember what had happened the night before. It was all such a blur. She remembered drinking with her girlfriends at the bar, and then they'd gone to a club... and then she had blurry memories of a bunch of boys buying her drinks. After that there was nothing clear. She had a sinking feeling that she'd done something terrible though. Her panties were gone, her clothes were covered in suspicious stains, her knees were sore, and her poor pussy! It felt like it had been worked over something fierce. She rubbed it idly and pulled her hand back, shocked at how damp it was. With a feeling of creeping dread, she slowly pulled aside her apron and sat stunned at what she saw. Big gobs of white, sticky cum were dripping out from her throbbing red pussy lips. Oh no, she thought. I did something horrible last night. She had been so preoccupied with her clothes and her throbbing headache earlier she hadn't paid any mind to how full her pussy felt.
	She was shaken from her numb sense of terror by a knock from the downstairs door. She leapt to her feet tore towards the door, realizing too late that she was in no state to answer it. She tried to stop, stumbled, then put her foot in something damp and slippery and fell backwards. She landed hard on her ass, moaning out loud in pain. She sat there, dazed, in a puddle of cum leaking out of her stuffed pussy, trying to get her bearings. That was when she noticed a familiar pair of green panties sitting on the door mat, a little handwritten note taped to them. Then she heard a throat clear behind her and she groggily turned around.
	Johnny was having a great day. His head was clear despite all the drinking he had done the night before, there was a spring in his step, and him and the boys had managed to land themselves a real go-getter of a broad last night. This older lady had come to the club last night, drunk as hell and in a dress so tight she was almost falling out of it. Him and the others had thrown her a couple drinks and a couple flirty comments and she'd ended up at their private table in the back of the club, putty in their hands. She'd been a real knock out too, a little plump with nice big tits and a fat ass. The kind of soccer-mom you fantasized about as a kid. And when he said fat ass, he didn't mean just a big booty, he meant a  real FAT ass, the kind you could slap and watch the jiggle go on for minutes. He and the boys had found this fascinating, and had soon started taking turns smacking her buttcheeks and listening to her moan and giggle, teasingly telling them to knock it off while downing more champagne.
	Soon they'd had their hands all over her, groping and squeezing her while she moaned. She'd asked them to stop, but the moment one of them had pulled her hand to his crotch she got right into it. Once they'd finished warming her up they'd torn convenient holes in her clothes, dropped their pants and went to town on her. She was durable, that's for sure, because she'd taken a five-man pounding and still asked for more. They'd ploughed her for hours, pumping load after load into her snatch and down her throat. Johnny alone had put so many loads in her womb he could almost guarantee she was pregnant. They probably would've kept going well into the next day, but when 4 am rolled around she'd drunkenly started yammering something while deepthroating Arnie. Once Arnie had filled her mouth up with another load and given her a lecture about talking with her mouth full, she'd swallowed and mentioned that she should get home before her family missed her. The others had laughed and agreed to call a cab, and then took turns doing the Eiffel Tower with her. By the time the cab had arrived she was so full of cum it was dripping from her lips. She'd done her best to get dressed, blown them all a cum-bubble kiss and hurried off. Johnny, being the only sober one, had hopped in his car and followed. After all, someone had to make sure that this wasn't just a one-time fling. Plus, he had to return her panties sometime.
	Despite being tempted to follow her in when she snuck into the basement of her home, Johnny realized that would be a good way to get caught by her family. So instead he'd gone home, had a shower and a quick nap, and then went and hung out at a nearby park while he waited. As luck would have it, he saw the kids and the father file out not long later carrying camping gear. Once they left Johnny snuck up and peeked in the basement window, only to see his prize standing in the laundry room, naked except for an apron and dripping cum on the floor. Johnny grinned and then quickly snuck in the unlocked basement door. And now here he was, standing behind her as she sat on her ass in a puddle of cum, moaning as she stared at the panties he'd dropped by the door. He cleared his throat. "Hey there mama, remember me?" She groggily turned herself, staring in surprise at him. "W-who are you?" she asked. He chuckled and shook his head. "You don't remember? I find that a little hard to believe"
	Mrs. O'Reilly stared in mounting terror at the young man standing in front of her. Despite what she had just said, she did remember him. It was blurry, but she was starting to remember what she'd... done with him. And the others. "Maybe this will jog you memory a bit," he said, pulling out a phone and handing it to her. She stared at the pictures on it, pictures of her doing... sordid, horrible things. She whimpered a bit. "W-what are you going to me? Are you going to blackmail me with these?" she asked, gesturing at the phone. He chuckled. "Blackmail you? Oh no, where's the fun in that?" He settled back in a nearby chair and unzipped his fly. She stared, hypnotized, as he fished his cock out. "See, I'm sure I could get what I want from you by threatening to show these to you husband, but I'm not going to. I know you enjoyed what we all did last night. I know you want more. So why don't you come over here and get started?" he shook his dick twice for emphasis, and cocked an eyebrow. After a moment of staring guiltily at him, she slowly crawled forwards.
	Johnny grinned and settled back as she slid herself between his knees and hovered her face over his cock. She stared at it for a moment, a strained look on her face, slowly licking her lips. "What's the matter doll, forget how to do this?" He calmly placed both his hands on the back of her head and slowly pushed downwards. She resisted briefly, but the moment her lips touched the head of his cock she opened wide and started sucking. He guided her head up and down, but she seemed to be catching on pretty quickly. Idly he reached down with one hand and pinched one of her nipples through the apron. She gasped around his dick, and he pushed her head farther down. "Enjoying yourself mam?" he asked. She moaned again. "That's what I thought," he said, grinning and pushing her down another inch or so. She couldn't quite take his full length yet, but he'd soon fix that.
	Mrs. O'Reilly was wracked with shame. She was happily married with two children. And yet she couldn't take her lips off this mans dick. She slurped hungrily on it, relishing the taste of his pre-cum and slathering its length with her spit. Dimly she could remember doing this before. She continued to slather his length in spit, or at least as much of it as she could take. Then suddenly the hand on the back of her head pushed down hard, and she gagged as suddenly his entire shaft was in her throat. Her vision blurred and she struggled to pull back, but he chuckled and kept her head in place. "Come on babe, we both know you can take all this and more," he said. She forced herself to relax her throat. Then he started to thrust.
	Once the soccer-milf had taken his whole length, Johnny decided a proper face-fucking was in order. He started to thrust, slowly at first, but soon rapidly picking up the pace, until he was standing up and slamming her face. She moaned and took his length, only choking occasionally. Johnny grinned and increased his pace. He saw one of her hands slip beneath her apron and start working furiously, and he began to bottom out in her mouth, his balls touching her chin. He couldn't hold out much longer. Johnny pulled back until he was almost out of her mouth, and then slammed all the way home. He saw her eyes widen in surprise, and then he let loose and came. Her eyes widened, and the relaxed as the taste hit her. Johnny slowly withdrew, pasting the inside of her mouth and then blasting a few ropes onto her face.
	Mrs. O'Reilly sat backwards, coughing on his seed. It didn't taste particularly good, she thought, and yet it was all she could do not to lick it off of her face. She almost did, starting to wipe it up with her hands, but then came to her senses before she started sucking it off her finger tips. She looked up to see him smirking, and quickly looked down to avoid giving away how horny she was. Unfortunately the first place her eyes settled were on his cock. Oh god, she thought, he's still so hard! She swallowed nervously before speaking up. "O-okay, you've had your fun. Y-you should leave,"
	Johnny laughed, watching the lady's eyes follow his cock like a dog watching a treat. "Oh, I don't think I'm done having fun yet mama," he said. He could tell by the flush to her face, the way she was breathing, that she wanted more. Not too mention how her nippled were so hard they were almost poking through her apron. "Why don't you clean yourself up a bit first?" Avoiding his eyes, she began to scoop cum off her face and apron. Johnny grinned as he watched her resist, and finally give in, jamming her cum-covered fingers into her mouth and suckling them clean. She slumped backwards onto the floor, moaning through a full mouth and slipping her free hand between her legs. Johnny watched this spectacle, quite amused, and then kelt down between her legs. He pulled aside her apron and stared at her reddened pussy, still dripping cum after her previous night as a cumslut. He clicked his tongue shamefully. "Oh my, this just won't do at all!" he said, reaching out with one finger and wiping up some of the cum trail dripping over her anus. "Me and the boys spent all night filling you up, and you've just been waisting our hard efforts! For shame!" He shoved his cum-covered finger into her mouth, and listened to her moan as she cleaned it. He spread her legs apart, pulled her hand out of her snatch, and then lined himself up. "Guess I'll just have to replace it!" he said, and then slammed home.
	Mrs. O'Reilly cried out as the young man hilted himself in her sore, sopping cunt. He didn't give her any time to adjust or brace herself, thrusting with incredible force as she lay on the cool floor and tried to stop herself from completely losing control of herself. With each thrust a wave of pleasure would roll through her though, and soon she couldn't stop the moans from escaping her lips. The young man grinned and moved faster, pulling her apron aside and exposing her breasts. "Noooo...." she moaned as he tweaked one of her nipples, the pleasure almost too much for her to bear.
	Johnny grinned at the milf beneath him, thrusting harder and harder into her until finally her composure broke. "Harder, harder!" she moaned, bucking her hips against him. "Fill me up with your cum!" Johnny was only too happy to oblige. He could feel it bubbling up inside him, and he'd already felt her pussy spasm around his shaft in orgasm once. He continued to pound away and play with her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples sharply as she moaned and cried out. Suddenly, as he he had pulled back so far he was almost out of her, he squeezed so hard that he saw milky white fluid bubbling out from her nipples. He slammed his entire length into her, blasting cum out like a firehose and filling her cunt until it poured out around his cock. "Holy shit, you're still milking?" he asked, gazing in amazement as he managed to work two small streams of milk out of her. She moaned in response. Johnny shook his head and grinned as he watched his cum slop out of her. "Well, I guess that makes up for some of the loads you lost. Stay put," he said, pulling out of her.
	Mrs. O'Reilly moaned as she felt him pull free of her and stand up, walking naked over to the door. Now to top everything off her nipples were sore. She'd desperately wanted to hide how... fertile her breasts still were, lest this young man take advantage of them. She couldn't help but whimper as she lay there, partly from shame at how much she'd enjoyed all this, partly in fear that she couldn't stop herself from doing it again, and partly just because she desperately wanted him to fuck her again. She heard footsteps as he returned, holding her panties. As he passed by a trickle of cum fell from his dick and splattered on her face. She whimpered. He straightened her legs out and pulled her panties on, pulling them tight to her crotch and patting her pussy through them. "There, that should keep it from leaking out," he said, pulling her up onto her knees and watching as her panties darkened with dripping cum. "Keep those on for the rest of the day," he said. She turned her head and found that his bare dick was mere inched from her face, and couldn't stop herself from sucking on the head. He laughed.
	"Woah there mama, you still want more? You're even hornier than I thought," he pulled her off, and she couldn't hide the look of regret on her face as he pulled his pants back on. "Tell you what, why don't you drop by the club again tonight? Me and the boys will be there, and we'd love to help you... retrace your steps," he said. He turned back and fell silent when he saw what she was doing. She was on her hands and knees, face to the ground licking the spilled cum up. He grinned. "I was wrong, you're not horny," he said, placing one hand on her backside and tracing her rectum through her panties with a finger tip. "You're a total cum-slut," as he said this he pushed his index finger two knuckles deep into her asshole. Her spine went ridged and she cried out in surprise, and Johnny laughed as he slowly fingered her ass and she went back to lapping up cum. "Oh, we're going to have lots of fun with you," he said, laughing as he walked out the door.