Eriks Mom Needs Some Cream

At 6:15 a.m., Erik's mom, Sara, lay in bed with a mild hangover. “Maybe drinking that whole bottle of wine wasn't such a good idea.” she thought. She lay in bed naked, tucked under the covers. It was cold, and she didn't want to get up. But she had been lying awake for 15 minutes and knew she wasn't going fall back asl**p. Coffee would be good, she thought. And so would her son's friend Jason. She could tell he had a good-sized cock—she couldn't help but glance at his crotch every time he came to stay the night with Erik. “I'd love to slowly unzip his pants, reach in, and gently pull his cock out,” she thought, as she slid her hand over her pussy. She imagined herself on her knees in front of a stunned Jason. She would look into his eyes as she put his cock into her mouth, closing her wet lips around it, sucking it, and teasing the tip with her tongue. As Sara fantasized about Jason, she start alternately rubbing her clitoris and sliding a finger or two in and out of her moist vagina. “Uhhh, I'd love to feel that cock inside me,” she whispered to herself. She kept fingering herself and massaging her clitoris, imagining Jason's hard but inexperienced cock thrusting in and out of her wet, hairy crotch. Moments later her whole body contorted and convulsed as she orgasmed. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth. “Mmmm, not bad,” she thought, as she licked the juices from her fingers. “But, God, I wish this were Jason's cum.” * * * With a heavy sigh, she throw back the covers and got out of bed. Her nipples were hard and erect—but she didn't know if it was because of the cold room or from still being aroused. She went to the closet and pulled out a silk housecoat and put it on over her naked skin. Once in the kitchen, she started the coffee maker. While waiting for the coffee to brew, she went to the fridge for the creamer. She pulled open the door and reached for the carton. To her dismay, it was empty. “God, damn it.” she said, throwing the carton away. “No creamer.” Annoyed, she leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew. Her pussy was still a little tingly and damp. “The boys are still asl**p,” she thought. “Why not?” She reached between her legs, running her fingers through the still moist hair covering her vagina. Looking down she noticed that her nipples were still hard, pointing through the thin silk of her housecoat. As she continued to massage her crotch, she reached her other hand inside her housecoat and felt her left breast. “Mmmm, I'd love to feel Jason's mouth on my tits,” she thought as she continued rubbing and teasing herself. * * * A few minutes later, with Sara on the verge of cumming a second time, the coffee maker hissed and sputtered as it finished brewing. She extracted her fingers from between her legs and walked across the room for a coffee cup. After poring herself a cup, she leaned against the counter again and resumed pleasuring herself. She was wet. The hair covering her opening was sticking together with her juices. Sara giggled to herself and started whispering Jason's name, saying it in time with the motion of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She could feel the orgasm approaching, the tingles between her legs and up and down her spine. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. “Oh, Jason,” she moaned, as a wave of pleasure rippled through her body. “Woa, oh shit?” Sara heard someone say, instantly turning her orgasm into a pang of terror. Her eyes jerked open, and her wet fingers went from her pulsating vagina to her face. “Oh, oh, my God—Jason!” she all but yelled through her fingers. Jason, shirtless and half-asl**p, stood in front of her, looking shocked and embarrassed. “Oh, shit!” He said again. “I am so sorry!” They stared at each other—speechless for a moment. “I thought you boys were still asl**p!” she said, quivering. “Erik is. I just came down to get a drink,” he said. Another awkward pause ensued. “Were you saying my name?” Jason asked. “No!” Sara replied emphatically. But as soon as she had spoken, she noticed that Jason's hands were covering his crotch, as if hiding something. She got an idea. “Well, maybe,” she said, turning on her seductive powers. “I've always found you very attractive.” “Uh...” Jason said with wide eyes. “Come here, Jason,” she said, glancing at his crotch and noticing that the bulge behind his hands was getting bigger. “I'll poor you some coffee.” “Uh, ha ha,” he said. “Ok.” He didn't move. She walked across the kitchen towards him. He froze, hands still clasping his crotch. She brushed up against him, reaching with her right hand for a coffee cup on the top shelf of the cabinet behind him. As she did so, she dragged her erect nipples across his arm. “It's okay.” she said, walking back across the kitchen to the coffee maker. With her back towards him, she set the cup down and untied her housecoat. She spun around to reveal her breasts and hair-covered womanhood and said “I promise won't bight, unless you want me to.” Jason was about to cum in his pants. “Come here,” she said again, like a mother talking to a naughty c***d. This time Jason obeyed. Sara dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his crotch. Looking up at him, she pulled his shorts and boxers down. “I need some cream for my coffee,” she said with a laugh, taking his huge erect cock in her hands. As she stroked Jason's dick, her eyes still locked on his, she stuck out her tongue and ran it around the tip of his rock-hard penis. “Ah, ah,” Jason said, gasping as his cock disappeared into Sara's mouth. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Harder and faster Sara stroked and sucked, Jason's cocking filling her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. “Ah, I'm gonna cum,” Jason said. Sara stopped sucking and reached for her coffee cup, still stroking his cock. She held the cup under the tip of his dick and tugged. “Ah, ah, ahhhhh,” Jason said, his dick contracting as he shot his load into the coffee cup. “Mmmm, that's it,” Sara said, squeezing the last drops of cream into the coffee cup. She set the cup on the counter and then knelt back down, taking Jason's cock in her mouth again. Jason gasped as she sucked the the sensitive tip of his cock and cupped his scrotum, gently massaging his balls. “You like that?” she asked, as she stood again. Jason was speechless. Locking eyes with him, she reached for her coffee, brought it her wet mouth, and took a sip.