Habiba was fully hot by now, and she was touching her breast over her robe. I wasn’t sure if she was doing it involuntarily or if she was playing up her role of a burning hot mother. Either way, it was very appealing to me. My cock was throbbing in my fist, and she didn’t miss it.
“What’s the matter, Mom?” I said with a lewd smile. “Do you see something you like?”
She was transfixed, staring at my dick with undisguised lust. “Yes..un NO! No, Kayode! Put that thing away!”
“Put what thing away? Why can’t you say it?” I stood up and moved towards her, my cock leading the way as if it was a divining rod leading me to water. “Call it what it is, Mom. Or do you prefer Mommy?”
“Mommy” Habiba moaned, so soft. “Mommy. Don’t put it away. Don’t put your cock away.”
One more little push. “Take it in your hand, Mommy. Take your son’s cock in your hand.” Softly but with an edge.
Habiba reached between us and grasped my dick, and she was all mine like she wanted to be. “Oh, Kayode, your cock is so warm.” Her lips parted, wide lips with cherry-red lipstick. I leaned into her and kissed her hard while she squeezed my cock with great skill. We moaned into each other’s mouths, and I pulled her tight against my body so her big breasts were crushed against my chest. As we kept kissing, I reached up for her left breast, massaging it over the silk robe she wore.
“Mommy, you’re so soft. And I always knew you were big” I said with my best boyish smile. “Maybe you understand why I think of you when I…. masturbate.”
“Kayode, you can say jerk off in front of me” she replied with a soft moaning lust. “I actually love it when my partner talks dirty to me.”
“You want me to be your partner, Mommy? Really?”
“Oh God, yes. I need you. Mommy needs you so much, sweetheart.” Habiba was able to let her deepest desire free. She knew I wouldn’t judge her. I never judge my clients.
I helped her open her robe, and I was kind of surprised to see she was wearing a red lace sleepwear. It looked amazing on her, very form-fitting, with her breasts almost spilling out from the cups. My cock throbbed in her hand as she moved lightly along my length.
“Mommy, did you plan this? I doubt you go around our home wearing this under your clothes all day” I said with a knowing smile. “Did you know I was jerking off with your panties?”
“I thought so, my sexy young man. I know you’ve been jerking off with my panties for a while now. So I took a chance. But I didn’t know what a big cock my son has! I’ll do anything you want to it, baby.” Her eyes were now glazed, and her breath was shallow with excitement.
“I think I want to do something for you first, Mommy. I think I want to taste your pussy.”
Habiba shuddered when I said ‘Your pussy’. To her, it was said by her ‘son’. “Oh yes! I want to feel your tongue and lips on Mommy’s pussy!” I guided her to the full-size bed in the room and eased her down and onto her back as we kissed ardently.
Her arms were around my neck and my hands were all over her upper body, then rubbing over her thighs and her ass. We whimpered into each other’s mouths as we rolled back and forth over the bed. Then I took down the cups of her teddy and licked all over her more than ample breasts before I zeroed in on her very thick nipples. First I sucked one while my fingers teased the other, and Habiba cried out as her fingers rubbed my head. “My son is so hungry for his Mommy, isn’t he? Tell me, baby. Tell Mommy.”
“So hungry, Mommy. I want to devour your breasts before I feast on your pussy. I want to do every dirty thing I’ve ever dreamed of, and I want to do them with you.” I let one hand glide over the front of the garment until it was between her thighs, feeling the moisture coating her between her legs.
She was kissing me aggressively, and then, when I touched her very wet pussy over the crotch of the teddy, Habiba had her first climax, and it was a big one, something that had been building in her for years.
“Ohmygod, Musa! Touch me, touch my hot cunt, touch Mommy’s cunt!” She was totally into this now, lost in between the fantasy and reality as she called me by her son’s actual name. I undid the hooks then held the crotch closed and my fingers were all over her smooth, hairless pussy.
She bit my lower lip, thankfully not too hard, and I pushed two fingers up inside her steaming hot pussy. She cried out and cried when I curled my fingers and she came again, at least as hard as the first time.
“Do you like that, Mommy?” I said in an aggressive manner. “Do you like when I do that with my fingers?”
She couldn’t answer right then, just nodded her head, and I moved quickly between her legs so I could lick her clit while my fingers filled her. Habiba pressed her feet flat on the mattress and pushed her hips up like she was trying to force-feed me her creamy delight. I kept lashing her clit with my tongue and her legs closed around my head before she climaxed one more time. “No more, Musa! Please stop!”
I backed away and slowly removed my fingers. My hand was wet to my wrist and her juices coated the cheeks of her ass. I moved back next to her, where she was trying to catch her breath like she had just run a 200-meter race. I just held her and kissed her cheek as she gradually came down from her highest high. I broke character for a minute. “Habiba, are you alright? Do you need anything?”
After catching her breath, she smiled at me and kissed my lips. “I’m fine, Kayode. Just fine. I never felt anything like that before. I don’t know if it was your technique or the intensity of the fantasy. Probably it was both. I…um…I’m sorry I called you by my son’s name. I guess I got really into this.”
“Why are you sorry? You were having a great time. It’s a huge compliment for me, believe me. I’m here to make your fantasy as real for you as I can. It seems I did that.” We chuckled together and touched rather intimately.
“Hmmm it seems Mommy didn’t do anything for you. And there are definitely things I want to do to my son. Ever since that afternoon, I caught him playing with himself with my panties. I got out of his room…this room…very quickly, but I wanted to stay and watch. And do more than watch. Like I’m going to do now.”
Habiba ran her fingers through her hair, and her grin went from friendly to seductress. She pushed me on my back and grasped my cock again, but this time with more confidence. “So tell me, baby. Do you want Mommy to suck your hot cock. Your hot BIG cock? I’ve been told I give great head.” Her grin was wicked.
“Yes, Mommy. Suck on my dick. Suck it like a good Mommy-whore. Give me the best blowjob of my life.”
She moved quickly, like a cat, and got between my legs. she was still wearing the nightgown, but her breasts were out and her ass was uncovered. She stroked me hard but slow as she took a teasing lick around the head of my aching cock.
“MMMM, my baby boy tastes so fucking good. I need more.” Her tongue caressed my cock, working up and down the shaft, lapping the head, especially on the glans, and she also sucked on my big balls, one at a time. I think she wanted to get both in her mouth, but that wasn’t possible.
I didn’t care; everything she did to me felt fantastic. Then she pursed her lips around the head and slowly, so slowly, took my dick into her mouth, almost all the way to hte base. Now it was my turn to writhe and cry out.
“Mommy, you do give great head! Oh fuck this feels amazing!” It did, too. I didn’t have to fake anything, except calling her ‘Mommy’. The compliments were real.
She looked up at me with my dick filling her mouth and smiled around my member. She didn’t stop sucking, and she used her fingers to play with my balls as she moved up and down, up and down, using her tongue expertly. I grasped her head by her hair (she had told me before we started what she wanted, and she wanted to be used a little), and I guided her movements to the tempo I desired. A few times she released my cock to lick it thoroughly, including my balls, before she sucked it again. Habiba was a woman who enjoyed giving a blowjob.
But she also wanted to get fucked by her ‘son’. I pushed her off my dick before I got too close to cumming. She understood, though she seemed a little disappointed. “Are you going to fuck your Mommy now? My pussy is burning hot again.” She rubbed between her legs to emphasize her need.
“Oh, yes. I’m going to fuck you good and hard like the Mommy-slut you are!” I moved her onto her back and kissed her hard, darting my tongue in and out of her hungry mouth. I reached for my pants by the side of the bed for a condom.
“Kayode,” she said, again breaking character, “could we do this without the condom? I really want to feel YOU, not some rubber.
“I’m sorry, Habiba. It’s a big no-no. I would get fired if I did that. Much as I prefer it.”
“Please? I really need this. You won’t cum inside me. I’ll take care of you when the time comes.” Her eyes were pleading with me.
I made a calculation in my head about the risk of her having a STD, and I figured it was near zero. I got tested before I started working, and would get one once a week. “All right, Habiba. This stays between you and me. Dami can’t know about it, or it’s my ass.”
She smiled broadly and promised it would be our secret. Besides, who was she going to tell about this? Back into character. “Spread your legs wide for me, Mommy. It’s time.” We kissed again, a real lovers kiss, as I got on top of her and she put the tip of my dick to her soft folds. I moved my hips around as I stirred her pussy, and then I entered her, filling her pussy with one long stroke.
“Oh GOD! My big dick son if fucking my hot cunt! Fuck Mommy hard, you bad boy!”
I started sliding in and out of her very well-lubricated hole, quickly building up speed until I was fucking her hard enough that the bed was squeaking. Springs that hadn’t been used in years protested as we fucked each other. She clawed at my back and my ass, and I had to gently remind her she couldn’t mark me. She just nodded and I pounded my cock into her over and over.
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