Mark Smith - Easy young piece

I loved it. Standing at the end of the bed I stripped for him, occasionally, reaching out with a light finger to touch his cock. It didn't stay limp for very long. When I was completely naked, I just stood there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being in control. I could feel his eyes on my body, and I made sure to stand so that he could get a fantastic view of my firm tits and my hungry cunt.

"Come on," he urged, wanting to get started.

"Not yet."

I was going to give him a kind of treatment he'd never gotten before, at least not from me. He deserved it, and besides, it would be fun. There was a bottle of baby oil in the bathroom, and without giving him any explanation I went out to get it. When I came back a few seconds later, his cock was limp again.

"Ohhhh, poor baby. What's the matter with your soft little cock?"

He failed to appreciate my humor. "I don't like this."

"Aw, come on, Jason. Just relax and enjoy it."

With that I reached down and took some of the oil in my hands. While he watched me, I rubbed it into my skin, making certain to cover my smooth, milky tits with it. As I rubbed them around I could feel my nipples getting hard, and I knew that Jason was enjoying it because his cock got hard again. I kept rubbing oil into my body, working it into every square inch that I could reach. When I got to my crotch, I by passed my pussy and went to work on my legs, making sure that my thighs became as shiny as the rest of my body. Then I went back to my cunt.

"You like this?" I asked him, knowing that he did. His cock was totally rigid.

He only nodded.

"Good. Now how about this?"

I took another handful of the oil and began to rub it into my cunt hair. After just a few seconds it glistened wetly, and when I touched it I could feel how incredibly smooth and slippery it was. I think that by this time he was finally relaxed and had forgotten about the bonds that held him in place.

At any rate, I knew that he wasn't feeling anything but excitement about what was happening in front of him and anticipation about what was going to happen in just a few minutes. I spread my pussy lips apart and rubbed some oil between my legs. It mixed with the pearly drops of cream that were already there, making my cunt a completely messy quagmire that was just waiting for a cock.

Now I climbed onto the bed with him. I could feel his eyes hungrily eating up my body, and I was aware that the oil was making me feel sexier than I ever had in my life. I looked at his cock. It was huge, rising up from his body like a tree. I touched it. As my slippery fingers closed around it, his entire body seemed to shudder slightly. Then I started stroking it, sliding my slippery hands all over his prick. There was enough oil left on them to make it possible for me to make his cock as wet and shiny as my entire body was. It also made it nice and slimy.

By the time I was finished with him I could tell that he was absolutely dying to stick his cock up into my wet cunt, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to make him wait. I ran my hands all over his body, starting with his face and ending up with his toes.

"Come on, Honey, you're driving me crazy."

"Ohhh, poor baby." Then I knew it was time to go ahead and give him what he wanted.

"All right, Jason. Tell me what you want."

"You know good and fucking well what I want."

"Tell me."

"Jesus."

I didn't move. He knew then that if he really wanted to fuck me he would have to go along with whatever little games I wanted to play.

"All right. I want your cunt. There. Are you satisfied?"

"I suppose."

I moved forward, straddling him. I could see his eyes peering up into my parted slit, and I could imagine what he was seeing. It made my cunt even more excited just to think about it. Finally I stopped above his cock. My legs were parted, my thighs straining. Taking his hard cock in my hands I guided it to the entrance of my pussy. There I could feel his bulbous head pushing on my slippery lips, and I knew it wouldn't take much effort to slide his prick into my cunt.

I sat down.

"Mmmmmm, that's nice," I moaned.

I could feel his rigid prick all the way up to my stomach. He began to thrust into me almost immediately. It was as if he had been waiting entirely too long for this moment to arrive, and now that it was here he wasn't going to waste any precious time.

"Do you like it, Jason?" I purred, squirming and writhing on his cock as he jammed it in and out of my pussy. "Isn't it nice and slippery in there?"

He just groaned, but I knew that the oil was having the same effect on him that it was having on me. I could feel his cock better than I ever had before, it was almost as if my cunt was more sensitive. He tried to reach up and grab my tits, but his hands were tied too tightly to allow for anything like that. I laughed and bent over, letting one of my tits brush down against his mouth. When he tried to suck it, I pulled it back. Then when he relaxed I let it drop back down in his face again.

"You're a fucking nasty bitch," he growled.

"I know."

Then we both laughed.

"I'm gonna make you come," he declared.

He did, and I did. First he started shoving harder and harder with his cock, driving it so deep into me that I had to gasp to keep from losing my breath. Then he added a circular motion that made his cockhead move all through my cunt.

"Ohhhhh Jason, I can feel it, you're gonna make it happen. Ohhh!"

After that it was only a matter of seconds before the churning, foaming presence inside my pussy began to rise out from deep within me and I exploded.

"uuunnnggghhh!" Wave after wave wracked through me, causing me to arch my back and strain every muscle in my body. It was just about then that I heard my mother's voice in the background.

"Well well well. How do you like that?"

I couldn't believe it. The room began to reel, everything in it spinning at crazy angles. I pulled myself off Jason's cock and turned to look at her.

"Mother!"

"Honey."

We stared at each other for a long time. I couldn't tell exactly what it was that she was feeling. If it was anger, she was at least keeping it restrained. I noticed that her eyes were running up and down my body, and that she was looking very closely at my heaving tits. Glancing at Jason I saw that his cock was completely limp. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"Mother, why don't we have a talk?"

She nodded, and I walked out of the room just ahead of her. My mind was racing. I had to find a way to salvage something out of the situation. In the living room I wrapped a robe around my body and turned to face her.

"Well?" she said.

"I guess we don't have any secrets from each other, do we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Jason…"

"I still don't understand."

"I mean you walked in on us and I did just about the same thing to the two of you."

"When?"

"While Dad was away. That night, remember? I was watching from the hallway."

Her face became crimson, and I knew I had her. At least she couldn't lay any preaching on me she was as bad as I was in that regard.

"Mother, why don't you have a drink?"

She nodded. I could tell that she needed one. As she gulped it down I watched her, and I decided then that I could go ahead with the suggestion that had been forming in my mind. It might be crazy, and it might never work, but there was always a chance. I got her drunk. It only took about ten minutes. She gulped down three glasses of sherry while I had one. By the time she finished she wasn't sloppy drunk, but I could tell that the edge had definitely been taken off her anger.

"Jason's still upstairs."

"Fuck him."

I giggled at her answer to my observation; she looked at me for a moment, and then almost giggled herself.