Killing Time with a Single Mom

It was the early hours of the evening. Anna had called me up while at my place of work and asked if I could come by her place to have a drink and possibly have sex. I have no problem with either, however, the main problem is going to her place and meeting her son, Mark. The kid is always lurking about, acting like a kill-joy whenever I’m with his mom. He’s about six, but he’s got this wiry look like he could tell what I’m about: a no-gooder who’s only coming by to fuck his mom and then leave. Like he thinks I’m eager to be his dad or something. I’ve got my own set of problems. The last thing I want is picking up the tab on a worn pussy for marriage. I’m about having a good time and that’s it. Although sometimes I cannot help but wish things were a bit different, but that isn’t my fault, and I’m not the type of fool eager to change things. Besides, the bitch hasn’t said anything about us being serious, so why should I?

I stopped by my place to take a shower, get into a better set of clothes, ate a quick meal, then grabbed my keys and wallet, and then I was back in my car, driving halfway across town.

The evening was about setting when I cruised to a stop in front of her apartment complex. I called her up to let her know I’d arrived; she replied that I should come upstairs. I was at her door within two minutes and knocked. The smile slipped off my face when her son Mark opened the door. He had that expressionless look that seemed harmless but bore ubiquitous meaning, which I couldn’t decode. He stood there looking at me and I did the same; neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to speak. 

I broke the silence. “Hello, Mark.”

“Hi, Brad,” he said.

“Is your mom home?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes seemed large the way they stayed on me like a pair of daggers.

“So, you going to let me in or what?”

He stepped aside for me to enter, then shut the door. 

“Mom’s doing stuff inside; she’ll be out soon.”

I sat on the sofa while Mark got onto a chair across from me and we sat in silence and sort of pretended we were alone, or at least I did. The kid kept looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. I kept wishing I was back at my place.

A door opened and Anna entered the room. She wore a thigh outfit that showcased her voluptuous tits and round booty; she looked like a true slut who wanted sex in a bad way. Never had she looked this sexy, especially in the presence of her kid. She said hi to me, gave her phone to Mark to play games with, then took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

She was about to unzip my fly when someone tapped on the door and I groaned irritably when I saw her son Mark peeking inside the room.

“How come I haven’t heard from you all week?” she asked after I kicked off my shoes and got into bed beside her. “I’ve been so wanting you lately. I almost thought you don’t want to see me any more.”

“I’ve been busy at work–it’s Friday, so I’ve got the weekend to myself.”

“Yeah, I know that,” She cooed. Her hand caressed my chest while her leg rubbed against my thigh. She leaned towards me and said, “I can’t tell you how badly I’ve missed your cock.”

“Really?”

“Damn skippy. I’ve gotten tired of fucking my dildo.” She slid her hand down my abdomen and stopped at my crotch. “I want the real one,” she continued. “The one you’ve got packing in there. But I wonder if it wants me for dinner tonight.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” I smiled.

She was about to unzip my fly when someone tapped on the door and I groaned irritably when I saw her son Mark peeking inside the room. Anna slid off the bed to go attend to her son. I barely caught what they were saying. Mark glanced at me for a moment, fixing me with those haughty expressionless eyes that seemed to say: I know what you’re about, motherfucker. You’re here to screw my mom, like you did the last time, and the time before. That’s all right; just know that I know.

“Whatever, kid,” I muttered back as if in response, as if he could hear me, which neither of them did.

Anna finished talking whatever to her son, then shut the door and returned to join me, smiling like the happiest single mom you could ever meet.

“Now where were we,” she returned to unzipping my fly. “Ahh, yes. That’s what we were talking about.” She whipped out my cock and began stroking it. “Don’t worry, I promise we won’t be bothered anymore.”

She opened her mouth and introduced herself to my cock.

Anna gave my prick one final kiss before lifting up her head and started taking off her clothes.

I stayed on the bed with my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep when really I was loving the sweetness of Anna’s mouth wrapped around and stroking my cock, making that sexy succulent noise like you’re running your finger through a jar of honey. This was the sweetest honey, for that matter. I caressed her hair and shoulder while she dug into her work. At some point, I pulled myself upright to grab a feel of that fine, round booty of hers. I was eager and dying to smash.

Anna gave my prick one final kiss before lifting up her head and started taking off her clothes. As for me, I unbuckled my belt and shoved my jeans and pair of briefs down my legs; Anna helped to get them off my legs while I discarded my jacket and t-shirt. She came towards me, cradling her ample tits in both hands and dropped them on my face. I took pleasure in appraising them with my hands, lips and tongue. She moaned and cooed her pleasure while cradling my head in her arms. Later she reached for my cock and got busy stroking me while I continued to munch on her areolas and nipples.

Anna moaned aloud as I lifted my legs and started pounding that pussy harder. She begged me to keep fucking her harder . . .

Later, I picked her up to settle on my pelvis. My hands stayed gripping her buttocks while she arranged herself on my shaft. The feeling was incredible as she lowered herself on me. I spread my legs to get better traction before moving my thighs and hips. Anna’s tits jumped along with her body as she started riding me. Her breathing grew harsh and heavily, and she repeatedly swept her hair from her face while rocking her hips. I ran my hands over her voluptuous butt, then to her hips before returning upwards to squeeze her tits. Anna leaned towards me and we locked lips passionately. 

At that moment, the door inched open and I spotted Mark’s expressionless eyes watching us. I saw him clear as day, and he sort of knew, but I was so caught up with fucking his mom I wasn’t about to stop. It’s been days since the last time I had fun with Anna’s pussy. Besides, her son likely knew already we were fucking; I was practically giving him an early education into the ways of adults.

Anna moaned aloud as I lifted my legs and started pounding that pussy harder. She begged me to keep fucking her harder . . . and I lived up to my word and did just that. Our bodies clashing blended with the thumping noise we made on the bed; her moans and cries mixed with my grunts as we grind against each other. 

I turned her over on the bed, and she locked her thighs against me as I kept pounding and fucking that pussy of hers like she owed me money. I couldn’t look over my shoulder to know if her son was still watching; somehow I hope he was.

I tore into Anna’s pussy every which way I could, and when my climatic moment arrived, the bitch whimpered for me to go ahead and cum inside her. It was great that she said that because I was going to do that even if she hadn’t; there’s no place to waste perfect semen than in a bitch’s pussy.

A while later, we lay crumpled on the bed. The room stank of sex and semen and every other stuff that comes with fucking, and I loved it. I went looking in my jacket for my pack of cigarettes. Anna bumped one from me, and we lit up and laughed while we blew rings. The A/C was on full blast, so that helped to get rid of the smell. 

Anna told me not to leave, so I didn’t, but later after she’d fallen asleep, I got up and stepped out of the room to take a piss. I finished my business and flushed, after which I washed my hands in the basin. I opened the door and there was Mark, standing outside, looking like he wanted to hand me a towel to dry my hands. 

“You ain’t asleep?” I asked.

“No.”

“You want me to come read you a bedtime story?”

“You ain’t my daddy,” he said.

“Yeah, I guess I ain’t.”

Not knowing what else to say, I walked past him and returned to his mom’s room. This time he didn’t open the door to peep on us. I guess he was satisfied tonight.