Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She took a deep breath and once again took the tip between her lips, but didn’t move. Kelly closed her eyes, then sighed over my cock. “I… I don’t think I… Um!” Kelly was cut off when unable to control myself, my hips jerked, thrusting my cock into her mouth.

For a split second I felt her warm tongue under the head of my cock, but before I could even fully acknowledge the sensation, Kelly had jerked her head back and sat up, wiping her lips.

“You asshole!” She slapped my thigh hard enough to make me cry out in surprise.”You shoved it in my mouth!”

“I… well you were never going to put it there!” My frustration boiled over, “What the fuck Kelly? It’s a damn blow job, what are you, a little kid?”

“Fuck you, Sean!” she hopped off the bed and grabbed her robe from the chair. “Get out!”

“Kelly…” I reached out for her hand, “I’m sorry, it was an accident I couldn’t help it and I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry too. Sorry me loving you isn’t enough and sorry having sex with my boring ass isn’t enough. Sorry I won’t give you your precious blow job. Tell you what Sean, if every other girl will, then go get a blow job from one of them, I’m done with you!”

“Oh, come on!” I leaned forward to catch her hand, but she moved back.

“I mean it get dressed and get out. Go find some slut.”

“Kelly, please.”

She shook her head and turning her back to me began to walk out of the room. “I’m going to shower; you get dressed and get out.”

“You’re over reacting.” I told her, but slipped off the bed and picking up my boxers put them on and sitting down began to get into my jeans. “Let’s talk about this.”

“There’s only one thing you want me to do with my mouth and it’s not talk.”

“Kelly… fine, forget it, it’s not …”

“It is important because you keep asking, I say no and you just keep asking, who’s the little kid Sean?”

“You are.” I said disgustedly, putting my shirt on. “A real woman would…”

“Then go find one!” She walked over and opening the door pointed at the hallway, “Go ahead, go find your little slut.”

I started to say something, but thought better of it; best just to leave and call her tomorrow.

I walked past her and stopping, leaned over to try to kiss her cheek, but she pulled away.

“Well this blows,” I muttered as I left her room.

“At least something does, right Sean?” she asked before slamming the door behind me.

*****

I entered the house and was surprised not to see my mother in the living room watching TV. Mom worked every Friday night because the tips were good and Dad usually worked late anyway. My mother had a pretty set routine; she would shower and dress early then relax on the couch and watch TV for awhile before making me something quick for supper if I had the night off and leaving something for dad in the oven.

It was just as well as I was home two hours before I said I would be and didn’t want to explain why. Mom knew Kelly’s parents pretty well and was aware neither of them were home on Friday afternoons.

Of my parents, mom was the one who was more forward about discussing sex. Then again dad was, and always had been, a workaholic and Mom pretty much handled everything when it came to me. She knew Friday was Kelly and I’s ‘fool around’ day as she called it, but never embarrassed me by saying anything when I came home.

If she saw me home early she would know Kelly and I had fought and that had been happening more and more lately. Stopping in the kitchen and grabbing a coke, I wondered for the thousandth time if it was me.

Was I being pushy? Was getting a blow job that big of a deal? On the other hand it had been months before she decided she was ready for sex which was the first time for both of us and I had never complained.

I hadn’t complained for the first few months about her refusal to even talk dirty, but lately it was getting ridiculous. As for oral sex? I loved going down on her and she loved me doing it and wasn’t it only fair she do it for me? I had been kind of shy and mom had raised me to think sex was important and not something you did with just anyone. I’d had a few chances before Kelly and a few of those chances were with girls that would have been a night of fun and that was it.

At one point when I became serious with Kelly I was glad I had held back and waited and looked forward to all the fun we would have. Now it seemed as if I should have had that fun because at least I would have known what it was like to have my cock in a girl’s mouth.

Chugging the coke, I thought again I sounded like an idiot, but I’d spent years watching porn and blow jobs looked so damn hot! The thought of Kelly looking up at me, my cock in her mouth and her moaning and excited at the thought she was going to make me cum.

No, it wasn’t too much to ask because she wouldn’t even try. Today had been the closest she came and she’d been ridiculous; looking at my dick like it was disgusting and would bite her. I shouldn’t have pushed it in her mouth, but I was so close! I tossed the can in the recycling bin next to the kitchen door and headed down the hallway towards my bedroom.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I sighed at the thought I should still be at Kelly’s, having sex. She was usually fine with sex and it felt damn good and lately I had managed to get her into doggy without too much whining. Now instead of staring at her cute little ass while I fucked her I was going to go and jerk off to… a blow job scene of course.

I noticed my parent’s bedroom door was partway open and wondered if mom was taking a nap, she didn’t have to go in for a couple more hours. The floor was hardwood and I was wearing my Timberlands and tried to walk quietly in case mom was sleeping. I had just reached their door, when it swung open.

“Hey, baby!” she said, stepping out into the hallway, “Come on in I… Oh shit!”

“Whoa!” I exclaimed at the sight of my mother wearing just a pair of black lace panties and… nothing else.

For a second we stood there frozen and I couldn’t help noticing her tits were pretty damn big. Mom was fair skinned and her creamy breasts featured a pair of light pink nipples that were currently hard. The initial shock wore off quickly and folding her arms over her chest her face turned beet red and she stammered, “Oh… oh my God! I… I’m so sorry Sean!”

Once she had moved my own paralysis broke. I quickly turned my back, but not before she had spun around to go into her room and I caught a glimpse of her well rounded ass in the black panties. I blinked at the thought that mother or not, that was a damn fine ass. Then again she didn’t make two hundred a night in tips for nothing.

“That’s okay!” I called over my shoulder, “I… I came home early I should have let you know I was here.”

“No, it’s my fault.” She answered, “I thought you were dad. You can turn around now.”

I turned to see she was sitting on her bed wearing a black robe. The robe was pretty short, showing her bare legs right up to her thighs and not one I’d seen her wear around the house. Then again, mom always dressed properly around me, even to the point of not wearing a bikini by the pool if I was home, but a more conservative one piece.

Not that I hadn’t seen her legs, but for some reason, maybe because it was right on the heels of seeing a lot more of her, I was taken aback at the sight of her well shaped legs. Mom’s long blonde hair was usually in a pony tail around the house or pinned up, but at the moment was down and teased out like when she went to work.

“You can come in honey.” She told me, “Or are you too embarrassed?”

“Um, no.” I told her taking my eyes off of her thighs which were so much fuller than Kelly’s slender legs. “I… well a little.” I laughed, “Can’t say I saw that one coming.”

“Jeez.” Mom blushed again and put her hands over her face. “I’m sorry Sean. Poor kid, going from your pretty girlfriend and having to see your old lady mom.”

“Trust me mom, you’re no old lady.” I told her, “You’re pretty hot for your age.”

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand, “You’re my son, you have to say I’m pretty.”

“I’m not saying it.” I laughed, “My friends have been calling you the hottest Milf in the neighborhood since I was fourteen.”

“Milf?” she laughed, “I would have hoped for cougar.”

“Nah, cougars chase young guys,” I explained,

“Oh.” she shrugged, “Right now I can’t catch the one I married never mind one my son’s age.

“Looks like you were trying to catch dad.” I frowned, “Did you guys have something planned? You’re usually getting ready for work.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “We… well I’m sure you’ve heard us arguing lately. Your father is working more than ever and for no reason, the firm’s doing better than ever. So Monday night he promised me he would come home early and we would go out for a nice dinner, maybe even go dancing.”

“You dance like that?” I shook my head, “No wonder you make all those tips.”

Mom blushed again, “No! I… I thought I would surprise him and we’d you know…”

“I think I can figure it out.”

“He was supposed to be here by now.” She looked over at the nightstand where a bottle of wine sat next to two glasses. One glass was half full and picking it up, mom drained it in several long swallows, putting it down she picked up the bottle and filled the glass again,

“Of course key words were supposed to.” She took a long gulp from the new glass. “Sean if I blew tonight’s money off for a no show, I swear you’ll have a roommate.”

“Wow, what did I do?” I laughed nervously, mom and dad had been fighting a lot lately and I knew it was pretty much over dad neglecting her.

Looking down at mom I wondered what the hell was wrong with my father. I hadn’t been blowing smoke, since my friends were old enough to know what sex was I’d endured milf and cougar remarks about Mom.

Many of my friends had seen her dressed in her waitressing outfit and Tim, my best friend, had once offered me fifty dollars he’d won on a scratch ticket if I got him one of mom’s thongs after she wore it to work.

I accepted all the jokes and crude remarks good naturedly for the most part, but noticed mom was careful around my friends, especially with the pool, never coming out to swim when they were there. No, my mother certainly wasn’t into flaunting what she had except for her job and although her skirt was short she wore a white blouse and never showed a lot of skin.