Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Still, he was reluctant to step away. Once Austin got in a rhythm, it was easier to go, go, go until it was all finished. Breaking his pace felt like climbing out of a warm pool into shockingly frigid air. Like waking from a wonderful dream to a small, lonely bed.

Austin carefully put his knife down. He honestly had no idea who had come to see him. Maybe one of his shit-head roommates had locked themselves out of the apartment again.

“I’ll be right back,” he told Luis. He didn’t want the line cook reporting back to Chef Paul that he’d been shirking his duties.

Austin walked through the kitchen, dancing around the other workers all engaged in equally menial but necessary tasks. He pushed through the back screen door. It had rained out while he’d been inside, though he hadn’t noticed when. Everything was slick and dark despite the fact it was mid-day. Austin looked up and saw who was waiting for him. He smiled, the grin overtaking his face.

Christine was standing by the dumpster, looking like a dream. She had on a long, navy dress and stockings. She was wearing high heels and sunglasses. Her straight hair shot golden out to just below her chin. She waved, shyly.

Austin practically skipped over and hugged his Mom before she could say hello. He knew he missed her, he thought about her all the time, but he hadn’t realized how much until she was there. He took in a deep breath, let the scent of her perfume waft over him. She felt so small, yet still so strong, in his arms.

“I missed you,” he said. The words burbling over.

“Me too,” Christine said. “I had a little break between patients at work and I thought I’d come see you. I don’t suppose we could grab lunch?”

Austin glanced back at the kitchen. He wanted to say yes so badly.

“You’re busy,” Christine said, “Of course you are.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“Why? Because you’re working hard? No, I’m proud of you. So proud.”

“I want to spend time with you, too,” Austin said, “It’s just, we’re in the middle of prep. I shouldn’t even be out here right now. We get a little break before service. I’d be free in, like, a couple of hours?”

“No, that’s OK,” Christine said, “I have to be home by then. Making dinner.” She laughed a little at the irony.

“OK, well I’m glad you came to see me,” Austin said.

“Me too,” Christine said. Even in heels, she had to stretch upward a bit to kiss her son. She kissed his cheek. His lips. They melted into each other. Both gasping at the strength, the overwhelming shock, of contact.

Christine pushed Austin back against the cement wall of the building. They were over to the side of the door. No one could see them unless they stepped out and turned all the way around. Remarkably private for standing in the middle of a restaurant parking lot in the center of town where anyone walking by could see.

If their public position concerned her, Christine didn’t let it show. She broke the kiss and started to slide downward. She traced her son’s chest.

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“Shhhh, baby. It’s OK,” Christine said, “Mommy will kiss it all better.” She knelt down. The edge of her dress dipped into the wet ground. She took off her sunglasses and tucked them into her front, casual as anything. Then Christine reached up and undid Austin’s pants. Just the top button and the zipper. She pulled out his rapidly stiffening shaft.

“Oh Mom,” Austin said. He groaned as his mother engulfed him. She looked up and smiled at him. It was so hot, seeing his Mom’s mouth wrapped around his cock — the proper, powerful woman submitting to her son. Austin almost came right there.

It didn’t take too much longer, though. Christine gave head the same way she did everything: with unified purpose and skill. What’s more, Austin had been too tired from work to work himself these last few weeks, let alone hook up with someone else: he was already on a short fuse.

Christine licked up and down her son’s shaft. She wrapped her fist around the base and stroked along with her sucks. Austin’s knees went week. He put his hands on his mother’s head. The dominant woman softened, letting her son slowly fuck her face.

Christine sat back and let him use her body. He tried to be gentle. Respectful of the power she’d granted him. Yet the pleasure of it all was all too much. His mother choked and gasped as his cock plunged forward. It only aroused him more.

“M… Mom? I’m getting close,” Austin said.

“In my mouth, baby,” Christine said. Austin’s climax raced through him. Christine stroked his leg lovingly as his body bucked. As he filled his mother’s mouth with his spend.

When he was finished, Christine gave his swiftly softening prick one last, loving lick. Then she carefully tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped him up. Like she used to when he was a little boy. She stood up. Austin, still coming down from his cum, took in the sight of his post-blowjob Mom.

Her face was red, lips puffy. Her stockings had rips at the knees from the gravel ground and her dress was sodden along the hem. Her perfectly straight hair hung askew. Christine looked like a woman who’d sucked a guy off in the back of a restaurant by the dumpster. Because, of course, she just had.

“Well, I did say I was running out for lunch,” Christine said and giggled. She leaned over and gave Austin a kiss on the cheek. He could smell his own cum on her lips. “Sorry we don’t have time for more.”

“Me too,” Austin said.

“Now get back to work, mister,” Christine said. She swatted her son’s ass.

Austin stumbled back into the kitchen. His things were right where he left them. He eyed everything like it was new.

“What was that about?” Luis asked, walking by.

Austin started to respond, then stuttered. A minute later he sliced his finger while cutting the broccoli.