Before my dad remarried and I entered college, life had been a series of ups and downs. Mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was a freshman in high school, and she finally succumbed to the disease during the summer of my senior year after a long, drawn-out battle with both chemo and radiation treatments. She hung in there until the bitter end, but her last days were an emotional roller coaster for Dad and me as we both secretly knew the end was in sight but refused to admit it to one another or ourselves.

During my high school years, her condition affected me in a variety of ways. I tended to engage in risky behaviors and got in a fair amount of trouble at school. Of course, this didn't help our home life. The last thing my parents needed was to worry about me, but it was my way of rebelling against circumstances beyond my control and my mom's spiraling health issues.

My friends typically avoided the subject of my home life, and I went through a few typical high school romances that tended to be short-lived, mainly because of my bad attitude. I dated a few very sweet girls who tried valiantly to change my bad-boy ways, as well as a couple who got a thrill out of my negative behaviors and troublemaking.

Most of the time, I was in a relationship for self-gratification. The one thing my girlfriends had in common was a particular look. Personalities came secondary. Anyone with a brain could see that I liked big tits, and my dates fit that body profile almost always. My brain was in my groin as I was repeatedly reminded by my friends.

At the age of eighteen, I lost my virginity to an older neighbor girl who was a freshman at a nearby community college. I can't say it was a particularly wonderful experience as it took place on the uncomfortable bench seat of my ancient Chevy Bel Air after we had been dating for about a month. One night when her parents were out for dinner I reached second base with her in her living room by successfully getting her bra off and fondling those perky teenage tits, but she stopped me before I could get into her panties for fear her parents would walk in the door during our wrestling. She did offer hope for future entanglements, however, if we could find a place of privacy.

That prompted an area search, and many miles and a tank of gas later I discovered a hidden parking place with a view of city lights. Even though the heater in my car didn't work, I successfully convinced her this would be a romantic culmination of our relationship as I grappled with first her jacket, and then her blouse. After a few minutes of serious making out, I had worked the clasps of her bra loose and after pulling open her blouse, my lips found a large pink nipple. With Sharon's encouragement, I made a meal on her ripe tits. Soon, I was able to slip a hand under her skirt and inside her panties, eventually getting a finger into her vagina. This caused even greater gasps of pleasure. Then, when my pants and boxers came down to my knees and she saw my rock-hard boner, she gasped again, but this time in awe.

I just happen to be blessed with a rather large cock, and when it is angry, it swells in girth as well as length, prodigiously so. This is something I proudly achieved regularly while locked in my bedroom late at night with an ancient and well-used Penthouse publication in front of me and a box of tissues on the nightstand.

So when Sharon caught a glimpse of my virginal penis, she practically fainted. "Jesus, Sammie. You are huge. I don't think that thing will fit in me!"

Despite her reservations, Sharon wrapped her hand around my swollen member and stroked it--almost too professionally for a nineteen-year-old whom I always thought was sweet and innocent. I was doing my best to strategically place myself between her legs on the narrow car seat, avoiding the Hurst floorboard shifter, and get in a position to finally experience actual fornication. And with her help and a bit of giggling, I soon found Valhalla as she finally was able to insert just the head of my cock between the hairy lips of her pussy.

"Oh my god. I've never seen a cock this big."

This both pleased and disturbed me. Sharon was impressed by my penis, but then it sounded like she had been here many times before, obviously with guys other than me. I guessed she wasn't a virgin.

But at that moment, I just wanted to fuck her, and her pussy felt nothing like my own fist. After some mutual groaning and pleas from Sharon to not cum in her since I didn't come prepared with a rubber, I began working more than just the head inside her, fucking her slowly at first and then rapidly. We both watched intently as her warm pussy turned inside out with each out-stroke. I was amazed to see my cock actually pumping something other than my fist, and Sharon was amazed that she was taking all of me.

"Jesus, Sammie. I can't believe that thing fits. Remember, pull out if you think you are going to cum in me."

Sharon continued to stare in disbelief as my huge member stretched her fleshy labia. She moaned in pleasure and managed to just get out, "God, Sammie, your cock is splitting me in two!" when suddenly, I groaned loudly and exploded with a huge burst of semen inside her.

"Oh, shit! What did you do? I told you not to cum in me, Sammie. Jesus, and so soon! I was just getting warmed up!"

I hurriedly pulled out--too late as my cock continued to squirt hot jizz over her stomach and onto her jutting tits now exposed by her loosened bra.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I didn't mean to cum so fast. But I don't think I got much inside you." As if that mattered. Besides, it was a lie. A thick river of white, sticky cum began draining out of her vagina trailing the sudden withdrawal of my member. I amazed myself by the volume of my ejaculation.

We quickly cleaned up as best we could, and Sharon asked me to take her home so she could try some home remedies to avoid an unwanted pregnancy. That effectively ended the romance for a while as we both feared the worst. Eventually, though, we realized we had dodged a bullet and none of my soldiers had found a home during the invasion of her pussy.

So, my first experience, while pleasurable for me at least, was so short-lived that it only encouraged me to practice more. Unfortunately, my practice sessions were invariably done solo. I was humiliated by my performance with Sharon, and I don't think she was too impressed with my stamina despite the pleasing size of my tool.

As a result, by mutual agreement, more or less, our relationship seemed to dissolve. I did fantasize about those fabulous breasts and the sight of my cock being guided by her hand into her waiting pussy. In my fantasies, though, I lasted much longer until she was begging me to stop. Instead of coming in her tight pussy, however, I filled a handful of Kleenex tissues.

Mom was not doing well during this time, and we had lots of well-wishers and friends who offered help in a variety of ways. One spring day on my way home from school, I ran into a neighbor lady down the block who had befriended Mom, and she inquired how things were going. I was walking by her house, and she was watering some flowers along the sidewalk in a tight pair of shorts and a tank top that caught my attention. I thought it was someone much younger until she turned around and gave me a big smile.

"Oh, hi! You startled me! How's everything, Sammie? I haven't talked to your mom in a while. How's she doing?" Like most folks, Mrs. Collins' inquiries tended to be generic so as not to seem intrusive. The handwriting was on the wall as to the probable outcome, but everyone just wanted us to know they cared about what we were going through.

"Oh, you know. Some good days and some bad. Thanks for asking."

"How about with you? Do you have a job lined up for the summer?"

"Naw. Nothing yet. But I haven't been looking much since school is still going on."

"You know, Sammie, if you have some time, I could use a little help with some yard chores, and I'd pay you well. It's hard to find help these days and since I'm single, there are a few things I can't do very easily. Are you interested? Nothing too difficult for a big, strong guy like you but hard for me. I'm afraid I'm not very handy when it comes to house maintenance."

Mrs. Collins was petite...maybe 5'5"...and thin except for her big boobs. She was fit, and I frequently saw her running to stay in shape. I assumed she had to wear a running bra, but even then, her breasts appeared to be quite large as they bounced deliciously.

Since I was broke, and gas money did not come easily, I jumped at the chance. "Sure, I can help out, and I do need some gas money for my jalopy. Seems like I'm always running on empty."

"Well, your car does look a little worn I've noticed, but YOU seem to be in good shape. You must work out!" She reached over and gave my biceps a brief playful squeeze. "Mmmm, I bet the girls are breaking your door down."

She was joking with her flirtations, but I certainly didn't mind. Mrs. Collins was attractive and even though she was a friend of my mother, she could still turn heads. More than once, I saw my dad staring greedily at her when she was visiting mom. One time I overheard him say to a friend something about how much fun it would be to get her in the sack.

Red-faced, I unconsciously pulled my shoulders back in response to her compliment. I forced myself to look at her face and not her chest, which begged for my attention.

"I can probably stop by tomorrow if that's ok. I don't think I have anything going on after school. Football practices are done for the year."

"Well, the weather's nice now, so feel free to stop by any day. If my car is in the driveway, I'm home. I live the life of a spinster these days. Having a young man to talk to would be a welcome addition to my boring life. Anytime, even evenings if that works better for you. We can discuss what needs to be done and compensation for you."

"OK, thanks. Sounds good."

"Nice seeing you, Sammie. Say hi to your mom. I need to get over there and see her."

She turned and walked back down the street toward her house, and I followed her with my eyes until she turned her head and saw me staring. She gave me a little wave and a giggle as she turned up her driveway. I could see what my dad saw in her at that moment. Mrs. Collins was a babe, or a MILF as my friends would say.

The next day I got home from school and took a shower. I had showered that morning, but I wanted to be fresh after a day in stuffy classrooms. I combed my hair, put on a tight t-shirt to accentuate my chest and arms, and even a dab of cologne. I stuck my head in the bedroom where Mom was resting and said I'd be back soon.

"Where're you headed? You look like you're going on a date to see a bodybuilder!"

"I'm looking into a job opportunity. I'll tell you later."

"Well, good luck then. But I think a nice shirt would be more appropriate for a job interview, don't you? That t-shirt is pretty tight."

"Naw, this is for physical work. I need to show off my guns." I smiled and waved goodbye. "See ya soon."

"Good luck, then. Don't be too long. Dinner's at six or shortly after."

I practically ran down the street and in minutes I was in front of the Collins' house. Her red Mustang sat in the driveway. I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

After a few seconds, I heard footsteps padding on the tile floors and the door unlock. Mrs. Collins opened it cautiously at first until she saw who it was and then opened it the rest of the way.

"Oh, Sammie. Nice to see you again. Come on in. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a mess...I just got out of the shower and my hair is wet, but you look nice. And you smell good too. I love that cologne."

She was wearing a thin summer knee-length robe, and I tried not to stare but her nipples prominently jutted through the material. She tightened it and tied the waist strap which only accentuated her breasts even more. She hugged me and pressed her bosom into me.

"I forgot you said you'd be over today." Her blonde hair was hanging, still wet, as she pulled it into a ponytail and secured it with a rubber band. I tried not to stare at her nipples so I forced myself to look around her living room. A small statuette of a female nude caused me to nervously shift my gaze back to Mrs. Collins.

"I can come back if this is a bad time. You said anytime and your car is in the driveway." I placed my hands in front of me as my shorts started to tent at the sight of her pointy nipples again.

"Oh, no. This is fine, Sweetie. I just need to slip on some clothes real quick. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Before I change, can I get you something to drink? Water? A beer? Oh, sorry. You're too young, I guess. But I'm having a glass of wine. If you'd like a beer, I won't tell."

"Uh, water's fine, thanks." The fact that Mrs. Collins had offered me a beer made me feel like an adult, but I didn't need to go home with beer on my breath.

"I'll be back in a jiff." She disappeared to the kitchen and returned shortly with a tall glass of ice water and a glass of red wine. Her breasts jiggled tantalizingly with their thin covering as she marched across the living room and sat next to me on the couch. She leaned forward to set the water in front of me, and her robe opened just enough to offer a peek of the inside of a ripe globe capped with a prominent pink nipple. She leaned back and adjusted the robe self-consciously when she realized it had opened.

"Sorry about that. No one wants to see an old lady's boobs, especially a young stud who probably has his pick of young, perky ones. Mine used to be that way but gravity is a son-of-a-bitch."

"Your boobs are nice, Mrs. Collins. I mean..., I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare, but you have nice boobs. I'm sure," I added quickly as if I hadn't been gawking at them. I was, no doubt, beet-red at this point as I fumbled for the right thing to say. I tried to smile through my embarrassment, but at the same time, my cock was getting uncomfortably harder by the second.

"Well, first, let's drop the Mrs. Collins stuff. That's way too formal. Just call me Linda. Thank you. No one has complimented my boobs in ages, or any part of me for that matter. It IS nice to be noticed."

She took a sip of wine and thrust her chest out and looked down as if to examine them.

"Not bad for forty, though. You should have seen these babies when I was in high school. I was very popular with the boys and my girls were much perkier. But as you probably know, my husband left me for a younger version a few years ago and it's been a long dry spell, not to mention lonely. You're the first man to pay me a compliment in some time–although I suppose I don't get out much anymore to receive any notice. I do try to stay in shape, but mother nature and age can be cruel. Thanks anyway, Sammie. You're a sweetie. And handsome too! I'd jump on you if I were younger!"

And with that, she reached over, placed a hand on my knee, and planted a motherly kiss on my cheek.

I turned to her, a look of confusion on my face, not knowing what to say or do...and then I returned her kiss, awkwardly, but not on the cheek. Something just came over me, and I reacted. The smile on her face turned to surprise when I reached around her with my arm and kissed her. As my lips touched hers, she jumped a bit, but then she relaxed and opened her mouth. Suddenly I felt a wet tongue tangle with mine. Our arms went around one another, and we kissed passionately and long...for several seconds but it felt like an eternity. My cock responded appropriately. Finally, she pushed me a few inches away and looked me in the eyes. Her pale blue eyes seemed to be pleading.

"I think I started the wine a bit too soon today, Sammie. I'm not sure what has got into me but thank you for taking pity on an old lady. It's not every day a handsome young man compliments me, let alone kisses me. You definitely got my blood moving...along with some other juices." She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Mrs. Collins...umm, Linda," I stammered. "I'm so sorry, but you are so sexy, and I couldn't resist. I apologize if I'm way out of line here. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just...well...I couldn't help myself. You are very attractive and...hell, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

"Oh, honey. No offense taken." We were still inches from one another, and I could smell the wine on her breath. She patted my knee and let her hand run along my inner thigh as if to ease my embarrassment. Suddenly she started, and her face changed to a look of surprise. Her hand found the end of my cock nearly extending out the leg of my shorts and she slid her hand up and down its length, squeezing it along the way.

"What have we here? Oh, Sammie. Is this all you, Sweetheart? Am I dreaming?" She looked down at the bulge in my shorts. "Did I do this to you?"

"Sorry," I apologized. "It has a mind of its own. I can't help it. It is embarrassing." I tried to push my legs together to hide my huge erection.

"Sweetie, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is the nicest gesture anyone has made to me in ages. And to top it off, that's quite a whopper you have going there. If I can do this to someone your age, I'm a proud woman. Don't try to hide it, please."

I opened my knees and Linda put both hands on the tubular shape running down my leg. She looked me in the eye and kissed me open-mouthed before holding my face in her hands and looking at me seriously.

"Sammie, stand up for a minute."

I did as I was told as she turned me to face her on the couch. Looking directly into my eyes, Linda gently unbuckled my belt and undid the button at the waist. My shorts were a bit on the loose side at the waist, and she easily unzipped them. She reached under my t-shirt and grabbing my shorts and my boxers at the same time, slowly lowered them until, finally, when they were just above my knees, my cock sprang out like a Jack-in-the-box.

"Oh, my lord. It is all you. Jesus, Sammie. You are packing some serious heat here." She reached up with both hands and placed them on my cock. Her fingers did not completely enclose it as she slid them slowly up and down its length. Her voice suddenly changed as if she were in a daze, and she stared at the swollen head with a look of amazement. "Sammie, you have a gorgeous cock, and so big and fat." She examined it, smiling and licking her lips. "Would you mind if I put it in my mouth? Would you care if an old lady gave you a sloppy, wet, blowjob? Hmmm? I used to be pretty good at this."

She looked at me with puppy eyes and kissed the plum-sized head.

"Uhh, sure, I guess. If you want to." I had never had a blowjob before, and I couldn't believe my ears. This beautiful 40-year-old woman was about to put her lips around my prick. I was stunned. Nothing had prepared me for this moment. "Mrs. Collins...umm...Linda. Do you mind...umm...can I see your tits?" As the words came out of my mouth, I realized how stupid they sounded.

"Oh, Sammie. You can not only see them. You can squeeze them and suck on them, honey. But first, let's see if I can fit this bad boy into my little mouth." She dropped her arms momentarily to shrug off her robe after first untying it, and it fell to the couch exposing two beautiful breasts capped with dollar-sized areola and pencil erasure nipples. Her breasts sagged a bit, but her nipples seemed to defy gravity and point slightly upward. "Go ahead and squeeze them, honey, while I suck your cock." And with that, she opened wide and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. As she sucked, her tongue periodically came out and licked around the circumcised head until it glistened with her saliva. She worked both hands up and down, occasionally letting one drop to caress my balls.

I fondled her big tits, pinching and pulling her nipples as I squeezed them. Linda stopped periodically to get a breath of air and encourage me. She raised her gaze to watch my reaction as she struggled to fit more of me into her mouth.

"That's it, Honey. I love it when a handsome man fondles my big tits. Are they firm enough for you? In a minute I'll let you suck on them. I love to have my tits kissed and suckled."

As she resumed inhaling as much of my cock as she could fit into her mouth, I felt an explosion working its way from my bowels. "Uhh, Linda. I think I'm going to have to cum. I can't hold it much longer. Maybe you'd better stop so I don't squirt in your mouth."

Suddenly I felt her put pressure on the base of my cock, squeezing it in a death grip until the urge to cum dissipated. "Just a little longer, Honey. Then you can shoot all that gooey sperm right into my mouth. I love the taste of cum, especially from a big cock like yours." She released the pressure and resumed her attention to my balls and prick, twisting her hands as she stroked me. I strained to keep from ejaculating.

I couldn't believe my eyes. In the course of a few minutes we had gone from zero to sixty. Moments ago we were chatting about a yard job, and now I watched in amazement as this beautiful buxom neighbor lady was giving me a blow job.

"Oh god, Mrs. Collins. That feels so good. But I don't think I can hold it much longer." And with that, she began sucking and jacking me like her life depended on it, her cheeks hollowed, and her mouth made lewd gurgling sounds until a surge of cum rushed up from my balls and into my phallus like a volcanic eruption.

"Unngghh," I grunted. "Oh fuck, I can't stop it. Here it comes." As I uttered the last syllable a huge wad of ejaculate shot out my prick and into her waiting mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the glans. She gagged at the sudden volume and soon cum overflowed and dripped down her fist and onto her lap until, finally, I was spent. Linda kept sucking and licking until my cock began to soften, wiping up the overflow with her fingers and placing it in her mouth. I was weak-kneed and had to sit back down. As I lay back on the couch in exhaustion, she leaned over me and pressed her naked breasts into me, giving me a sloppy kiss, the taste of my sperm still on her lips.

"Thank you, Sammie. God, I'm soaking after that. I'm not sure I've ever seen that much cum, Honey. And look, your cock is still huge, even when it's soft, and still leaking." She wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled with me for a few minutes, breathing heavily. Finally, she looked up into my eyes. "Do you think you can get that bad boy hard again and give me a good fucking?" She leaned back away from me and slowly rubbed her pussy, inserting a cum soaked finger. "I haven't had sex with a man in ages, and if you can get it up, I'd like to try you on for size."

As spent as I was, listening to this middle-aged friend of my mom talk this way immediately had a visible effect on my penis. Slowly it started to stiffen and straighten. Linda grabbed me by the cock.

"Jesus, you weren't kidding. This beast is already hungry again. Nothing like youthful vigor! But let's go into the bedroom where we can stretch out." She stood and gently tugging me by the cock, led me into her bedroom and her king-sized bed. Her discarded robe remained on the couch, and I stared at her firm, round ass as I followed her. She sat on the edge and patted the side.

"Go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes, Sweetie. Let me see that manly chest."

I peeled off my t-shirt as she lay back on the bed, naked, a mature, sexy, goddess. Her large breasts jutted upward as she stretched her arms over her head and spread her legs wide. Her neatly trimmed delta glistened with moisture.

"Sammie--would you do me a small favor, please? Would you just get me a little wet first? I do have some lubricant, but I prefer the real thing: a man's tongue to get my pussy wet. Is that something you could do? I just had a shower and I'm clean as a whistle."

I had never performed cunnilingus before, but it seemed simple enough. I kneeled on the bed and placed my face in position. I suspected this was only a ploy to get me to eat her since she was already wet, but I was happy to learn and oblige. She had trimmed her blonde bush to a two-finger width band starting at her engorged clitoris, and her maiden hair was soft and downy. As I started licking her pussy, she stopped me.

"Better yet, Honey. Turn around so we can 69. I want to make sure your big cock is wet too.

I slid around and straddled her head with my knees. I felt her grab my prick and greedily suck it into her mouth as I simultaneously licked her cunt. She spread her legs even further to give me better access and when my tongue momentarily found her anus, she jumped as if startled–and groaned in pleasure. Even her ass tasted sweet after her shower, and encouraged by her reaction, I dared to insert the tip of my tongue in her tight little star.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, you are a fast learner. Yes, lick my ass, Honey. Right there."

We continued in this manner for about ten minutes. I was in new territory and loving every second of it. Linda was an excellent tutor, encouraging and complimenting me. "That's perfect, Sammie. Oh yeah...your tongue is making me feel things I've never felt before, Honey. But I think I'm ready for this big cock to slide in me now." She slapped my ass and told me to turn around.

For the second time, I was about to put my cock in a pussy, but this time I knew I could last much longer having already blown a gargantuan load in Linda's mouth. She craned her neck to watch as I moved into position and then, as if taking no chances, she grabbed my cock in her hand and sluiced it up and down her pussy lips. Her clitoris was swollen from my previous ministrations and her pussy lips soaked, the larger inner lips loose as she spread them with her free hand and inserted the cockhead into her cunt.

"Go slowly, Baby. This is a big bat, and I haven't been fucked in a long time."

Gently, I pressed forward, silently praying I wouldn't cum too soon. Linda's sheath gripped my manhood tightly. As overused as the expression may be, her cunt was like a warm, wet, velvet glove. Carefully, I eased in and out of her, occasionally letting my cock slip out only to be placed directly back in by her helping fingers. Linda reached down and let my prick slide between her fingers and thumb spreading the juices from her vagina to lubricate my prick even better. Her pussy lips clung to my shaft with each withdrawal. Unlike the time I was fucking Sharon at night on the front seat of my Bel Air, now I could easily watch as my thick member stretched Linda's sweet muff. I loved it when I pulled out and her opening slowly shrank back in an attempt to close before Linda reinserted it. As I became more brazen and pushed in deeper and faster, she would grunt when I bottomed out. But now, stretched and slickened, she was meeting me thrust for thrust, wiggling her ass from side to side and raising to meet my strokes. She enveloped me in her arms, her mouth next to my head and her tongue licking my ear, all the time whispering instructions.

"That's it, Sammie. Fuck me with your big cock. Shove it in me. You are so deep, Honey. I've never been fucked like this before. Don't stop. Oh, god, your huge cock feels so good in my little pussy. Am I tight enough for you, Honey? Hmmm? Do you like the way my pussy squeezes your fat cock? You're making me feel like a teenagaer again. I love the way you fuck me. My pussy belongs to you."

Her dirty encouragement only excited me more. I had never heard a mature woman, let alone a friend of my mother, talk this way. Every time I heard her say words like cock, pussy, and cunt, it felt like my prick got even harder. And then I started to get into it, encouraged by her dirty talk.

"Do you like how my fat cock is stretching you, Mrs. Collins? Do you like my big eighteen-year-old cock stuffing your cunt? Your pussy is so tight, I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. You won't be able to walk tomorrow but you'll be begging me to fuck you anyway, won't you? You'll be begging for my big cock to suck and fuck. I can't wait until you stretch your lips around my prick and try to fit it in your tiny mouth. If you are nice to me, I'll let you swallow my cum again."

As I spoke, I looked directly into her eyes and began thrusting in and out of her in earnest, driving my prick into her as deep as it would go. Her legs were up in the air and I pushed back her thighs to get even better access to her sweet cunt.

Linda was a study in concentration, gyrating her hips and meeting me thrust for thrust. Suddenly she stopped and gave me a peck on the lips. "Nothing against missionaries, but roll over, Sweetie. Let me do the driving for a while." Linda held onto my neck tightly as we reversed positions and without coming apart, she was on top of me, her tits hanging in my face.

"Just sit still for a minute while I fuck you nice and slow." Linda moved her ass up and down and in tight circles, a look of ecstasy on her face. I reached up and took first one erect nipple into my mouth and then the other after licking them in turn.

"That's it. Suck on my big titties. I love to have my nipples sucked. They're so sensitive, especially when I'm getting fucked by a big cock like yours.

As I sucked those beautiful tits, Linda began moving her ass in double time only to stop and lift until only the glans was still in her extended pussy lips. Then she would slowly sit until all 10 inches were buried in her.

"I still can't believe how big you are, Sammie. My cunt is going to be sore for a week, but I love it."

We continued in this fashion for a good 10 minutes when she slid off me.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, Honey. Nothing is wrong. I just want you to fuck me from behind. You know. Doggie style. I think I'm about ready to cum and I love it when a man buries his prick in me from behind." Linda slid over next to me and faced the headboard on her hands and knees. She turned her head to watch.

"Go ahead, fuck me this way. You can bury that big schlong in me now."

I squatted behind her and slid my prick, tumescent and glistening from her cunt juices, up and down her slit before pushing the head back in. Linda was ready for it and squatted back to meet my thrust until I was buried to the hilt. I stared at her perfectly round ass as my cock slid into her.

"Oh fuck, that feels good. Just like that. I swear I can feel you in my throat. I can't believe how fucking big you are. I've never been fucked like this."

I felt another explosion working its way to my cock, and I did everything I could to stop it, thinking of food I hated, boring lectures, church. Linda was moaning now and begging me,

"I'm going to cum, Sammie. That's it. Right there. Fuck me right there. Your fat cock is making me feel so good...yes...yes...YES! Oh fuck...I'm cummmmming."

I grabbed her by the hips and rammed all ten inches home, holding it there as Linda clenched the sheets in her fists and screamed unintelligible noises. She pushed her ass against me to ensure I was as deep as possible and squeezed my shaft with a strength that surprised me. It was all I could take, and I erupted in another huge explosion inside her, cum shooting out of me and coating the deepest regions of her pussy. Linda collapsed on the bed, moaning and involuntarily jerking in post-coitus spasms. I fell on top of her, still buried to the hilt, my cock throbbing as the last remnants drained from me.

Finally, after several minutes I slid out of her. She spread her legs, and a mixture of my sperm and her juices began slowly draining out of her pussy lips and onto the bed.

"Sweet Jesus. I don't think I've ever been fucked like that before. Sammie, Honey. You are a terrific lover.

I lay on my side and Linda crawled into my arm, kissing me. My flaccid cock, now shrunk to normal size once again, glistened with our juices. My smile said it all. Linda's compliments erased any doubt that I was no longer a virgin. Even though, technically, I'd had sex once before, this was truly my inaugural voyage, and I had come through with flying colors.

I kissed Linda's breasts, her face, her eyes, and her mouth. Her tongue instantly found mine and when we broke apart, she smiled sweetly. "You know how to please a lady, young man. This was not the job I was thinking about when we talked yesterday, but it is now. You are hired! I hope I didn't disappoint YOU!"

"Mrs....sorry...Linda. I can honestly say I've never had sex as good as that. You were wonderful." She didn't need to know just how inexperienced I was.

She reached down and gently stroked my cock. She kissed me softly, first on the forehead and then on the lips.

"And this tool of yours is quite a gift. You are welcome to use it on me anytime once I've recuperated from this. I honestly don't think I'll be walking correctly for a day or two."

We finally did talk about some chores that needed to be done as well as compensation, as if having a sexy, beautiful, MILF to fuck wasn't enough. Shortly before 6:00 I put my clothes back on and after kissing each nipple and her full lips one more time, made my way home.

Mom and Dad were in the kitchen as the door slammed behind me. "How'd it go?" Mom yelled.

"Fine. I got the job."

"Congratulations. Where is it?"

"Helping Mrs. Collins with yard work and chores around the house. It's just gas money mostly, but it's a start."

My dad only smiled. "Way to go, son."

If he only knew.