Difficult Boy - Sex Stories

Difficult Boy

... his pick of the girls for sure. And tonight he was all hers! With an impatient grunt, she sat up and went for his pants. He chuckled conceitedly as she fumbled his belt open and ripped at his fly. When his pants dropped, she almost laughed at the less than masculine thong underwear he wore, but managed to control herself and pull the underwear down to get at the cock. She was a little annoyed to find it only half hard. Apparently he wasn't nearly as turned on as she was, but then again he probably went home with a different woman every night. At any rate, it was only a matter of seconds for her to take it into her mouth and suck it totally erect. Momentarily confused, Gretchen backed off to regard the rigid prick. She squeezed it in her hand and gave it a few quick strokes. Sure enough, it was fully hard, but it was hardly awe-inspiring. Maybe 5 inches and not that big around, completely hairless, it looked like a boy's dick on such a big guy. She looked up to find him still grinning proudly down at her, like he expected her to be really impressed. She gave him a weak smile that was meant to be reassuring before he grabbed her head and pulled her back onto his dick. She had no trouble sucking it--even root-deep it barely tickled her tonsils. It certainly wasn't what she was used to. Say one thing for Roger: he did have a big dick. His trouser snake as he jokingly called it would gag the hell out of her as it tried to crawl down her throat. She felt a sudden pang of ...

... unexpected longing somewhere deep within her. Oh well, she thought, shaking off her disappointment, I wanted a young guy, I'll just pretend he's REALLY young. I can work with this. And he was very pretty after all. She looked up at his confident face as she began to blow him in earnest, enjoying the look of ecstasy that came over his perfect features. He grunted with pleasure as he began pumping the rigid bone in and out of her noisily slurping mouth. Gretchen had one hand on his tautly muscled thigh and the other went to her liberally drooling pussy. She couldn't wait to get him inside her. She literally burned with the need to be fucked. "MOM!" Gretchen jumped. Brad-Chad jumped. They turned in unison toward the sound of the harsh, outraged cry to see a boy in rumpled pajamas standing at the hallway door. "What the fuck...?" Brad-Chad blurted. Gretchen gaped, frozen with a string of slobber hanging between her lips and the hard cock that had just been in her mouth. Tommy? Oh my God how could she have forgotten about her son? Well, truth be told, she hadn't forgotten about him, merely assumed he'd be sound asleep. Tommy was her only child, and at 14, he was a difficult boy. "You didn't say nothin' 'bout no kid, lady," Brad-Chad accused. "Lady!?!" Gretchen blurted, incongruously offended even as Brad-Chad turned back to Tommy obliviously. "Get outta here kid, I'm tryin' to fuck your old lady." Tommy's face went from red to purple as his anger flared to rage. "SONUVABITCH!" he screamed ...