Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Owning My Friend's Mom: EP11

As the pace quickened, so did her breathing. Greg quickly realized that she wanted to cum again, while being fucked up the ass. This completely floored him, since he had never expected her to enjoy this as much as he was. Grabbing her hip with one hand, and a handful of hair with the other, he yanked her head back, and growled, "Are you enjoying this, Whore? Huh? You like having a cock in your ass?" Greg punctuated each question with a hard thrust into her, bottoming out with each one. "Do you want to cum for me again, Whore? Do you?"

When she began to push back against him even harder, Greg was surprised to hear her grunt "Please Sir, let me cum again. This whore wants to cum while you fuck her in the ass."

Greg was shocked at her words, and for several moments was speechless. Finally he regained his senses and barked, "Go ahead, you dirty little Whore. Cum for me."

And just like that, the dam burst, and Mrs. C. Became like a wild animal beneath him. She was pushing off against the table, with each thrust, pounding his cock into her as hard as she could. Greg pulled hard on her hair, forcing her to arch her back and to keep her facing the back door of the kitchen. Greg was sure that some part of her was aware of the fact that, at any moment, someone could walk in and catch her in her most humiliating moment, but she was beyond caring at this point. Being forced to debase and humiliate herself, for her daughters male friend, while he rammed his cock up her ass, was just too much stimulation for her, and she soon found herself gripped in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. 'This one was even better than the first, if that was even possible,' she thought to herself.

Amazingly, Greg managed to hold off on his own orgasm, until he felt her begin to subside underneath him. Greg then quickly yanked his cock out and ran around to the other side of the table, grabbing her hair again and tilting her face up to his. With that, he shot his second load of the day. This time, Greg took aim at her beautifully flushed face, and covered every lovely inch of it, with white sticky strands of his cum. Greg couldn't believe he was able to cum so much, so soon after his first orgasm. When he had wiped the last dribble of cum off on her chin, Greg placed his cock at her lips and ordered her to clean it.

With only a moment of hesitation, she placed the cock, which had just been up her ass, in her mouth and began to suck it clean. When she was all done, Greg pulled out of her mouth and stood several paces away.

When she didn't move, Greg simply asked, "Well?"

It took her several moments to understand what he wanted, but when she did, Greg looked on with satisfaction, as she released the table, and, reaching up, began to wipe the cum from her face, and place the strands in her mouth. She continued this process, until she had cleaned all of the cum from her face, and licked her fingers clean.

When Greg was satisfied with the job done, he ordered, "That's good enough, Mrs. C. I want you to go upstairs now, and get a quick shower. Then I want you back down here again, dressed in only the blouse and skirt you had on this morning."

Rising unsteadily to her feet, Mrs. C. scooped up her discarded blouse and skirt, and quickly ran up the stairs. Thoughts of how drastically her life had changed, in only a few short minutes, were flashing through her mind, as she showered, and she began to wonder what else he had in store for her, today, and in the days to come. To her surprise and continued shame, those thoughts were beginning to turn her on - AGAIN.

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Later that day, after Mrs. C. had cleaned up and gotten dressed again, Greg informed her that they were going out to lunch, to celebrate their new relationship. Greg could see she was nervous about this idea, since she feared discovery, but didn't want to argue with him, knowing that it would only result in further punishment for her. Her ass and breasts were still sore from their previous punishment, and she wasn't too keen on repeating it anytime soon.

Seeing her trepidation, Greg attempted to put her mind at ease. "Don't worry, Mrs. C. I thought a little trip to Blackfoot might be in order today." Blackfoot was a city roughly 30 minutes from where they lived, and was both large enough and far enough away that it was unlikely anyone thry knew would see them together. Greg could see her visibly relax at hearing that.

After arriving in Blackwood, Greg gave her directions to a restaurant he remembered eating in, several years ago, when he had come here shopping with his parents. It was almost 1:30pm, and most of the lunch rush had already departed, leaving the restaurant half-empty. As they settled into a booth and ordered their drinks, Greg looked around at his surroundings. They were in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, and most of the tables around them were empty. The lighting was also dim enough that it afforded them some measure of privacy. After placing their orders for food, Greg leaned over the table and whispered, "You know, Mrs. C., when you stop wearing those frumpy clothes and get all dressed up, you really are quite a beautiful woman."

Blushing at the compliment, she dropped her gaze and whispered back, "Thank you Sir."

Greg took the opportunity, as they waited for their meals to arrive, to look around again at their surroundings, and that was when he noticed a man who looked to be in his late thirties, sitting alone at a table, several tables away from their booth. He would occasionally glance over, and Greg knew he was enjoying the sight of Mrs. Clark, sitting there in her too-tight blouse and tight short black skirt.

As Greg watched him continue to surreptitiously check out Mrs. C., an idea began to form in the back of his mind. Once their meals had been delivered, Greg leaned over the table and said, "You know what, Mrs. C.? I think I'd like it if you undid a button on your blouse. I'd like to see a little more of your breasts."

Mumbling a quiet "Yes Sir," she reached up with shaking hands and quickly undid the top of her blouse. Since there were only a few buttons on her blouse, this opened up the top of her cleavage to anyone who cared to look. When Greg didn't say anything further as they ate their meals, Mrs. C began to visibly relax, as she thought that, perhaps, that was all he wanted from her.