My second load was in her ten minutes later. We laid and cuddled for a while. Lots of make out kissing. The Susie said she had to get home to her husband. He had a sales job and tonight was going to be his first night at home for a while.
“I hope he likes sloppy seconds.” I chirped.
“Oh, he does. He just doesn’t know it.”
Then she was kissing me like we would fuck right there on the floor. Finally she broke the kisses and reached for the door. Then reaching for the door she said,
“I don’t know what it is about your cock that I just can’t get enough of.”
“We should do this again then.”
“Oh, most definitely. You notice I’m carrying two loads of your cum in me for my husband to play in. He’ll think I’m wet because I glad to see him.”
I recalled overhearing Dad say that to a buddy about Mom. The joke about it was it was one of Dad’s buddies Mom had been fucking.
Susie lit up my world. Thoughts about fucking Mom might be wrong, but without her knowledge Susie made it real.
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Whatever might be wrong with me something seemed right. Susie would be back. We both knew it.
I tried to do some work online. After a couple of hours I was back to the real estate companies looking for one special person. I had come to the end of my line fucking realty agents. Everyone of them fucked me and were more than willing to do so to give them a better chance at my listing.
My search for that one special agent took some time. Then there she was. Her bio said she had raised her family and was now starting her career in real estate. Fifty-seven years old. I flipped back and forth between her photo and ones I had of Mom on my computer. So, much alike. Even the same hairdo and color. Same smile, same mischief in her eyes Mom always showed after someone fucked her.
I became her stalker. I went around the internet for social media and learned much about her. Husband, three kids. Lots of pictures with family. Even a grandchild. All her poses seemed to say, “Here I am, come fuck me.”
Her agent record showed that she had sold two houses and listed none. I made the call. We set an appointment for 10 AM in the morning. Strangely her name was Elizabeth, went by Lizzie. Same as my Mom. I didn’t care if she was Lizzie fucking Borden, I wanted a crack at her treasure.
I had a wild night of dreams about fucking my Mom at various ages and always waking up thinking I had cum on myself. Things were disturbingly real.
Ah, Friday morning. I slept late, to a little after nine. Maybe that would make the wait for Lizzie seem shorter. When I answered the door I felt like I did as a kid, expecting Lizzie to ask me if I was going to wear those clothes to school. But, this was real time Mom, here in the here and now. Lizzie smiled at me as if she had a son my age. Actually, that was one of the first things she said.
“I have a son your age.”
Lizzie wasn’t exactly giving me a mother to son look. Her smile was genuine. I could feel my body moving slightly towards Hell. What little she said about her husband didn’t tell much except he was Managing Broker at the national realty chain where they both worked.