With a jangle of keys and a squeak of the door, in walked the trio of college boys, laughing and joking between themselves.
"Mom, we're just gonna head up to my room" Shouted Jay as they walked, dressed in his usual hoodie and sweats. His long blonde hair hidden under the hood, the rough beginnings of a beard coming in patchwork
"Ok, I'm just in the kitchen" Shouted Clare, her voice almost sing song.
"Dude your moms so hot" Teased Brandon, as they took off their shoes, his own 18 year old body in a t-shirt and shorts, his brown hair short, jawline coming in strong.
"Shut up man" Jay said back
"She is though man" Preston added laughing, his pecs rocking as he laughed, the vest he wore jiggling, his own sweats tighter than Jays.
"I'm so sick of everyone saying that" Jay snapped "Can we just go upstairs"
"Sure thing" Chuckled Preston as they walked up
Around ten minutes after Jay told Brandon to go get some drinks, since he and Preston were locked in a fight on the console, it had started as best of 3, but now it was best of 7. Brandon sighed and agreed as he knew that they would take a while. He walked into the kitchen, Mrs Loade happily baking away. The room smelt of sweet baked treats.
"Oh, erm, hey Mrs Loade" Brandon said, "Jay sent me down for some sodas"
As he said the words, he looked her up and down, she was wearing a white t-shirt, a small skirt and her apron over both. The apron had "Kiss the cook" on it. Her black hair was up in a pony tail behind her. Her face, he noticed was shockingly youthful considering her 19 year old son.
"Well, don't let me stop you" she laughed
He gingerly reached into the refrigerator, grabbing 3 cans of the cool drink. As he pulled them out, he fumbled, dropping one of the cans onto the tile floor with a clatter. After a couple of seconds, it rolled close to her feet, thankfully not exploding across the kitchen.
"That was close" he sighed.
"Yes, it'd be a shame if something went off in here" she chuckled.
"I'll just...get it?" he stuttered, as he put the two cans on the side, he lowered himself, he found himself hoping he could catch a glimpse of the underwear beneath her skirt. He edged forward, touching the cold can, and looking down, her feet were in some comfy slip ons.
"You getting back up?" She teased
As he looked up, he risked darting his eyes at her crotch. His eye's went wide fleetingly as he shot up. Surely he was mistaken.
"Are you Ok?" she asked
"I...erm, yeah" He stuttered
"Oh no" she sighed
"What?" He feigned ignorance
"You saw, didn't you" She said, her face dropping
"I erm, don't know what you mean" Brandon said, knowing he did
"This" she said, lifting her skirt and apron, her white thong barely hiding the bulge.
"I, erm, thought I was wrong" he managed.
"No, its my secret, I'm not Jays mom, we divorced, I'm his...well, other mom..." She cried "This is awful, Jay is going to be teased so much"
"What why" Brandon played dumb, already thinking of some jokes
"You think I don't know about how you all tease him, how I'm a milf? Hottest mom?" She said smiling a little.
"I mean, you still are ma'am" Brandon said, he wasn't joking, his pants tightening
"Yeah right" Clare sighed. "With this" she pulled aside the white triangle covering her cock, revealing it in its uncut soft glory.
Brandon looked at it. "Its...beautiful ma'am, the sweetest treat in room"
"What a line" she chuckled, " You're just saying that"
"No...No I'm not" Brandon insisted. "You look beautiful"
"What standing in a kitchen, holding up my skirt and apron with my cock out?" she laughed at the absurdity.
"I, yeah" Brandon realised this was his chance "Look, this is really forward, but... if you weren't hot, would I be like this" He undid his jeans button and unzipped that them lowering both his jeans and his boxers, revealing his rock hard cock.
"Oh... my" Clare gasped. "No wonder you are so confident"
"Well, you are so hot" Smiled Brandon
"Hmmm" Clare looked at him, "My baking is in the oven, those two are busy upstairs..."
"No way" Brandon couldn't believe it.
"Take off those clothes" Clare said, softly commanding him.
Brandon shuffled his jeans and boxers off his feet, then with way to much enthusiasm lifted his t-shirt off.
"Very impressive" Clare admitted
"Thank you" Brandon panted. His cock bobbing in excitement.
"Only fair I do the same" Clare said, undoing her apron and lifting it over her head. Unzipping the side of her shirt so it fell to her feet, stepping out of it, lifting her own tightly fitting T-shirt over her head, revealing her large, surprisingly pert chest as she did. With full intent, she turned her back to him, letting the 19 year old drink in her hourglass figure, pulling the hair tie from her head letting her black hair fall down onto her shoulders before bending over to lower her pink thong to the floor, giving him a view of her tight pink asshole and as the top of a trio of treats, her smooth balls and now slightly dripping uncut dick enticing Brandon to start licking at her whole body.
As she turned around he moved closer
"Ma'am you won't regret this" He said with a smile.
"Me" she chuckled.
"Oh no, you, dear. I always top" She laughed.
"I..." that wasn't part of the image he had.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be gentle." She smiled as she kissed him. His cock tightening, a few dribbles of pre hitting the tiles.
Kissing him she began to take control, stroking his cock sporadically as she felt his chest and started to feel out his clearly virgin ass. Her delicate fingers teased the tight hole as he shuddered.
"lets loosen you up a bit" she practically purred as she bent down, her tongue tickling away at his twitching pucker, he gasped at the feeling.
"feels so good" he managed, her tongue unlocking all kinds of pleasure he never knew was possible, his hands grasping at the corner of the kitchen island. She pulled away from his ass, her hand finding his throbbing erection.
"Lets try and time this" she purred in his ear.
"Time what?" he managed as his body was suddenly hit with two sensations at once, his swollen shaft getting expertly pulled as his virgin ass was suddenly invaded by 9 inches of her perfect dick.
"Feels so good" he managed between gasps.
"It always does" she teased.
Over the course of the next few minutes, she dominated him. pinning him to the island, getting maximum thrust in the initial doggy, before turning him onto his back, kissing the blushing teen as she did. His hoisted up legs wrapping around her hips as she kept on ploughing. Her expert hands jerking him as she did. She knew how long her cooking took.
The speed she fucked him increased, her hips slapping into his taut ass as she reached climax. He felt her shoot into his ass as his himself fired his own shot in an arc, glazing his stomach, chest and face, some drops shooting past him onto the counter. She pulled out, her own cum oozing from his puckering pink hole, leaking out like an over filled donut.
He panted, fully spent, sprawled on the kitchen island. His ruined asshole opening and closing.
"That felt so...good" he managed
"It always does" Clare assured him. She was still hard, which was good she thought to herself. Saved some time. The next part was hard. Walking around the kitchen she aimed her cock at his sweat covered head. This was best, he wouldn't be able to scream.
The cock pulled at him, dragging his head partly in.
"What the fuck" he managed before his head pulled in fully.
"Sorry honey, you were lovely but this is the best way, you could tell people and ruin Jays life" She comforted him as she spoke, rubbing his back.
His garbled protests were nice and low, covered by her swollen meat.
"Plus, I need some cum for my icing, and you boys make the best tasting stuff once you have been fucked" She said as his shoulders and back pulled in. more and more of him pulled in as she rubbed him. his tight ass, still twitching from the fucking pulling in with his now erect cock, she knew the sensation of a cock bending as it went in well.
The legs and his feet pulled in with almost no real effort. Now was the most dangerous part. Jay didn't know she did this, and Preston certainly couldn't see her, but she could hardly waddle with balls full of Brandon.
Luckily she had the actual cumification process down to an art. Within a few minutes, Brandon stopped struggling, within 10 he was already like a gummy bear and within 20 he was soup. She awkwardly leaned over, opening up a drawer on the island, pulling out a mega condom.
Rubbing at her swollen cock with both hands, she felt the familiar kick as the load of ex-teen fired into the rubber, pulling it down in sheer weight, the litres of cum pouring out into it. She loved the sensation.
Clare panted. Her cock was already shrinking down a bit as she did, the condom full of former Brandon sitting on the tiled floor. She quickly got to work, pulling it off her penis and tying the end in a knot, this was going to last her icing mixes a while, so she had to move quickly. Pulling the cooling cum to the pantry and lifting it into a designated cooler box with a tap on the side with grunt. Once it was in there, she popped the condom allowing the cooling cum to flood into the storage as she pulled out the rubber left overs.
Closing the container she dashed back to the kitchen picking up the clothes he had been wearing and his socks, dumping them into the peddle bin next to the kitchen island. She wiped away his last load that had splattered on the worktop throwing the wipes into the same bin as his clothes.
As she set about putting her own clothes on she heard a single set of footsteps coming down the stairs... she had a choice, clothes or the line of Brandons cum on the work top. She quickly launched herself to the spent seed, collecting it on her finger and licking it away, it tasted pretty good, she mused, a shame. He would have been a fun one to trained.
"Jeez Brandon how long does it take to...MOM!" Jay shouted
The scene in front of him, his mother, nude, carefully icing the cookies on the rack.
"Oh hi honey" Smiled Clare.
"Mom, put some clothes on" Jay insisted
"Oh, its too hot in here for clothes." She smiled.
"But the guys don't know about...you know" he rolled his eyes at her semi hard cock.
"Well Preston is upstairs right" She pointed out
"Yeah and what about Brandon"
"Oh honey, he had to shoot off, something about needing to let out his dog."
"He never shouted up to us" Jay said, confused
"He was in a real rush, left the drinks and everything" Clare smiled, pointing at the cans of soda on the side.
"Weird, guess I'll message him later then" Jay said as he walked off confused by everything.
Clare sighed, Jay needed to stop having such hot friends she decided.
Around twenty minutes Jay and Preston rumbled down the stairs.
"Oh great timing boys, my cookies icing has set" Clare smiled as she walked into the landing as they were putting on their trainers
"Oh I love your cookies" Preston said as he was given a Tupperware tub of them "They always taste so good, that icing"
"Its a family recipe" Smiled Clare
"I'd love to see you make them some time" Preston said with no hint of irony
"Well...maybe one day" Clare teased, eyeing his physique.
"Mom, why are Brandon's trainers here?" Jay asked
"Wow, he was in a real rush I guess" she laughed, stilted, cursing she forgot them.