[M4F] [Trick] [First Debut] Taken into the Halloween Cougar’s Den
“Thanks for letting me in Mrs. Starr. I wasn’t sure if anyone was home but I didn’t want to leave the keg sitting in my car.” I said after I finished unloading the keg of Keystone Light onto the backyard’s patio. Setting up a college party was harder than expected.
Earlier this morning my girlfriend, Danielle, had mentioned that in a worst-case scenario, I could hop the fence and unlock the side door from the inside. Thankfully, you were home to answer the door. After a cheesy line about how you looked like Danielle's older and also non-existent sister, you helped unlock the side door, allowing me haul the steel barrel inside using the dolly cart.
I'd mentioned how much you resembled your daughter, citing the similarities in eye and hair color. Out of the pool of available attributes, those two certainly seemed more appropriate than 'tits begging to be played with', 'ass lacking a couple handprints' and 'legs I'd like to have wrapped around my head'. The two of you even shared the same lips. But where Danielle liked peach-colored shades, you elected for a full-bodied crimson. A fresh coat of that would certainly leave behind streaks while you impaled your face upon my shaft in some far-fetched fantasy.
“No worries. It’s Dylan, right? You know, my daughter was so excited when you finally asked her out. ‘Oh my god mom, the hot guy from the rowing team asked me out. Me!’” You play-acted, then smiled while adjusting your teal blue blouse by pulling down on the hem. “Dylan and Danielle. D and D. It’s cute.”
“Yeah. Sometimes our friends call us the Double D’s.” I lied. Our friends never called us the double D’s. I’d only let that slip because the only double D’s on my mind currently were yours, pushed up and perkier than half the girls on campus. I glanced away, drumming my fingers on the keg’s rim restlessly. "Are you coming to the party, Mrs. Starr?"
"Oh please, call me Natalie. Christ, Mrs. Starr makes me feel so old." You rolled your eyes, waving away the question with one hand. "And eh, I was thinking of Ubering to a bar, getting tipsy then coming back after the party dies down."
"Don't see why you can't hang out with us. You're certainly cooler than my friend Aaron's mom. You know she won't let him stay out past midnight on a weekend? The guy's 20. Just between you and me, she's kind of a stuck-up bitch." I leaned in to confide in a whisper.
You laughed, even throwing your head back slightly before responding, "Well, I've certainly had my bitch days, but hopefully not the stuck-up kind. I'm sure Danielle's probably said differently though. But anyway, I don't even have a costume…"
"Drive downtown and grab one then! It'll take you an hour, tops. And besides, once everyone's wasted no one's gonna care about your age or costume." I can tell I'm starting to get through to you, just by how the ends of your lips were curling upwards into a smile even though you're looking at your feet instead of at me. "Also, I don't know if Danielle's told you, but we didn't tell each other what we're going as to the party. We figured we'd surprise each other and see if we could spot each other out from among the crowd. I'm planning on grabbing her from behind to give her a good scare. Even dressing up as Freddy Krueger for it. But uh, I'm a bit worried that I might end up grabbing the wrong girl and two women will end up angry at me. Think you could help me out?"
Looking back, I should've noticed it then. At the time, it only seemed like your smile had grown wider. But in reality, it completely changed from a playful smirk into a predatory, borderline smug grin, the kind someone wore when witnessing their prey unsuspectingly wander into a set trap.
You answered back simply, that smile never leaving your face, "You know, I think she mentioned that she’s going to dress up as a sexy animal. You know those costumes? Bunny girl, lioness, sexy bees, that sort of thing.”
It was then that you looked at your watch. “You know Dylan, I actually have an errand to run, so if you don’t mind…” Your arm reached out and gripped my left upper arm, lingering on there a bit longer than it should’ve. But before I contemplate it some more, you broke your grip away and I was soon escorted from the house.
Both 8 hours and 8 shots later, I was completely hammered. Lumbering about on wobbly legs, I pinched the bridge of my nose in the hopes that it’d somehow stabilize my blurring vision. That wrinkled Freddy Kreuger mask I was supposed to be wearing to scare Danielle? Discarded after my fifth swig of Jack Daniels. Stumbling past the sliding glass screen door, my priority was to plop down onto the nearest sofa and sober up slightly before Danielle arrived.
And speak of the Devil, there she was, coming in through the front door right now. Sporting a long-sleeve leopard print leotard that perfectly cupped those buttocks barely covered by black fishnet tights atop a pair of ‘bend me over and fuck me on the kitchen counter’ midnight pumps. The fabric hugged her skin tighter than a virgin cunt around its deflowerer. Her eyes, the most prominent feature peeking through a matching masquerade mask and underneath a pair of cat ears, remained riveted in my direction as she moved forward quickly.
“Ayy… Danny, you made it! Just in time…” I threw out my arms for a hug, only for her to smoothly spin 180 degrees. Even though her back was towards me, I could smell tequila on her. She wordlessly grabbed both of my wrists, placed them on her hips. With her guidance, my fingers traced her thighs, feeling patches of her soft skin in between the nylon crisscrosses. Before long, my hands were directed to cup her supple melons as she grinded her plump buttocks against my groin. If I wasn’t hard earlier from seeing her come in through the front door, I certainly was now.
Following several minutes of grinding where my sole focus was to not ejaculate prematurely, we whisked ourselves upstairs in a hurricane of sexual energy. We’d barely crossed the master bedroom’s door threshold before she dropped down on her knees before me and practically dragged both my pants and boxers down toward my ankles. I’d barely enough time to appreciate her lips slick with saliva from her tongue, before she took my hard girth both dutifully and aggressively.
My manhood left her mouth with a soft pop as she let it rest across her face, breathing hotly on my balls aching to burst before descending back down after several teasing licks against the underside of my shaft. But just before I can let loose, she rises from her feet and falls onto her back against the mattress, kicking off her pumps. Grabbing a pair of scissors lying on the nightside, she cuts away the fabric hiding a pussy wetter than the Nile during flood season as she gestures me to mount her like a bitch in heat.
My phone vibrated. Instinctively, I slipped it out of my pocket and glanced down at the text that popped up on screen.
Hey, I just got to the party. Where are you?
I glanced from the text to you, my girlfriend’s mother as you pulled the spotted masquerade mask off your face and tossed it aside, legs spread before me with knees bent toward your chin. You looked at me expectantly, your exposed breasts rising up and down minutely with each breath. “Dylan. Fuck me. Now.”
Posted Oct 21, 2018, 5:23 PM UTC