That Old Comeback

"You like this, Brad?" Ayesha was loving how obvious it was that this boy was holding back.

Brad just nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Her tits were flying up and down the length of his dick just as fast as her hands were earlier, only they felt a thousand times better against the hot skin of his cock.

"You like me fucking your cock with my tits?" Ayesha was getting off on seeing the power she had over this stud. He thought he could hold back, but she was going to throw everything at this hot, toned, sexy friend of her son's. She was going to get him to cum within the hour.

"I love you fucking my cock with your tits," Brad gasped, finally looking back down at her.

That might have been a mistake: the way she was looking up at him, her eyes filled with such hunger for his cum, almost spilled Brad over the edge to give this horny slut exactly what she was so furiously working to achieve. He had never seen a woman so eager to see him climax; it was as if this wasn't just a hot tit-fuck in her kitchen, but something far more for Ayesha Khan.

It was like she was looking to prove something.

"Guess those skills haven't gone rusty," Brad said, taking a guess as to what was driving her.

He had guessed right: this wasn't just a blowjob and tit-fuck for Ayesha, but a reaffirmation that her skills, honed by frequently indulging in the sex she so enjoyed, hadn't atrophied after years of marriage to a man who had never kept them honed, never gave her reason to push herself, to learn new things and experience new pleasures. To grow as a sexual being.

She was reconnecting with who she had once been, and Ayesha was ecstatic to find that she was still there, just buried beneath years of a role she had never asked for.

"Guess not," she purred, before covering his cock head with her mouth. As she jerked his dick with her tits, her tongue lashed against his sensitive tip. Lips touched his cock head, covered by so much pre-cum. Tasting a preview of what she desperately sought.

"Oh fuck..." Brad gasped. Clutching the edge of the kitchen island, he watched in awe as this woman, this forty-four-year-old housewife, gave him possibly the best blowjob-cum-tit-fuck of his life.

"You like that, Brad?" Ayesha continued to tease him. Once, long ago, she had loved teasing a guy like this, and it was like slotting back into an old role. Old (or should that be Young?) Ayesha was coming back; it felt like new life was being breathed into her. "Do you like it when I fuck your dick with my tits and suck you off like this?"

"I do," Brad gasped.

"How does it feel?" Ayesha continued. Her tits smashed against his cock as she squeezed. "I reckon you've had many girls go down on you like this. How does little old me compare?"

"Oh you're in a league of your own!" Brad said.

She smiled. "That's sweet of you, Brad," she said, "but how can I be sure you're not saying it just to be nice to an old lady like myself?"

"First; you're not old," Brad said. "Second, I don't lie to women."

"Never?" She raised her eyebrows. "Such a good, truthful boy..."

"Oh I lie all the time to guys," Brad smirked. "Especially your son."

"Such a bad friend!" Ayesha teased. "What am I going to do with a bad boy like you?"

"I'm sure you can think of something."

She grinned. "I'm sure I can," she said, as she resumed her work on his thick cock head, as her tits squeezed his shaft between them. Her tongue furiously slashed and lathered the tip of his dick with her saliva, just as she tasted the copious amounts of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his dick. "Hmm... you taste so good..."

"Wait until you taste my cum," Brad smirked, despite wrestling with the strong urge to blast her mouth with all of the cum this fantastic blowjob had stirred up in his balls.

"Well... if you'd stop holding back on me and give me what I want..."

Brad's smirk grew. God, this woman was desperate to taste his seed! "What's the matter?" He asked. "Getting a little frustrated?"

"I'm a little impressed you haven't cum yet," Ayesha said, although her voice also betrayed her annoyance at this boy's sexual stamina. She squeezed and jerked his dick with her breasts as she licked and caressed his cock head with her tongue. With deft expertise she wrapped her tongue around his cock head and began rubbing it with her dextrous muscle.

"Oh FUCK!" Brad gasped. How was she doing this? This was some next-level shit! "Where'd you learn that trick, Ayesha?"

"Tying cherry stems together," she replied with a smug grin.

"Oh yes! Keep doing that!" Brad almost collapsed back onto the kitchen island, where the food was still out waiting for someone to continue the work Ayesha had put on hold. "God, Ayesha! I don't think I've had someone suck my cock as good as you!"

"You're so sweet," Ayesha purred, before resuming to twist her tongue around his dick as her breasts flew up and down his nine-and-a-half-inch shaft.

Loud moans escaped Brad's throat as she worked and jerked his cock. Her tongue squeezed around his bulbous cock head, while her tits squeezed and rubbed the length of his shaft with as much pleasure-giving force as her hands had been doing earlier. Furiously rubbing her tits down and up the length of his cock as she worked his sensitive cock head with her frighteningly nubile tongue.

"Oh fuck yes!" Brad gasped. "You're good at this! What the fuck has your husband been doing all this time? Why hasn't he been getting his dick sucked by a goddess like you?"

"Because he's a fat fuck with a small dick," Ayesha snarled. "He never wanted me to suck his dick. All he ever wanted was for me to lie down and take his dick like a good little wife."

"What?" Brad frowned in confusion, despite the hard effort of staving off his orgasm under this woman's incredible efforts. "No oral? He never went down on you?"

"Nope."

"Only missionary?"

"Only missionary."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Brad said. "You're husband's a fucking idiot! Oh my god! You're going to ride my cock after this, Ayesha. You can ride it and take it how you want! You can ride it until I'm fucking sore. God, Ayesha; I can't believe you've been married to such a selfish dick for so long!"

Her eyes lit up at the thought of that. Riding this hung stud? Did she love being on top! Ayesha loved setting the pace of a good fuck; she liked to take charge and show a guy how she wanted to be handled. Already she knew where they were going to have sex for the first time, and she was impatient to get this stud's dick inside her very horny pussy.

First she needed to make him cum; she had promised him she wasn't going to swallow all of it the first time, and it would be the first time. Her children would be out all day; her husband would be at work until later this evening. She had all day with Brad Newell, and Ayesha Khan wanted to make every minute count with this hung stud.

"I'm going to ride you sore!" She said, smirking. "I'll have you cuming in minutes!"

"We'll see!" Brad said, his smug smile a mirror to her own. "I'm going to have you cuming! I'm going to make you cum like your small dick husband can't!"

"Oh he can't make me cum!" Ayesha said, and her frustration with her husband manifested in how violently she was jerking him off. Jesus Christ - how had this boy not spilled his seed? "You know; every time we have sex I have to jerk off afterwards to cum."

"Fuck, that's so sad!" Brad said. "God, Ayesha! You're breaking my heart! Oh god... I need to get my cock in you! I need to show you what a real man can do!"

"I remember fucking real men!" Ayesha said. Her hands pumping her tits up and down his big, thick cock. "I loved fucking real men! Men with decent cocks who knew how to use them! I want to feel that again, Brad. I want you to fuck me like I remember being fucked! I want you to make me cum like I remember, before I married my fucking husband!"

"I'll make you cum all right!" Brad gasped - holy shit the woman was good! He didn't think he could hold on any longer, but he wasn't sure he was ready to move on just yet; he wanted to feel her oral efforts just a little longer. Call him selfish, but Brad was enjoying this blowjob too much to start fucking Ayesha just yet. Only it didn't seem like she was going to give him a choice!

"You better!" Ayesha said, jerking his cock with her tits. Those gorgeous brown breasts flew up and down the length of his shaft faster than her hands. "I want to cum, Brad! I'm tired of only cuming when jerking off! I want a man to make me cum!"

"I'll make you cum, Ayesha," Brad gasped. Jesus; his hands hurt with how tightly he gripped the sides of the kitchen island. He was going to cum soon! Normally he could last hours when a girl went down on him, but Ayesha was so good he was going to cum after only barely one hour! "I'll make you cum like your husband can't, like YOU can't."

"Oh god, please!" Ayesha moaned. She was so fucking tired of only cuming when jerking off.

Seeing her expression Brad knew he couldn't hold back; he wanted to fuck this woman and make her cum in ways she obviously hadn't for so very, very long. He wanted to give her the best sex of her life today, and he wasn't going to do that with his dick between her tits. Despite how good this woman was with giving head, he had to move the day on, and move this hot act to the next level: sex with Ali's stunning, lusty, thirsty-as-fuck mother.

"I'm going to cum!" He gasped. "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum, Ayesha! Are you ready?"

"YES!" Ayesha almost screamed in excitement. She had been wanting this for an hour! "I'm so fucking ready, Brad! Cum for me! Cum in my mouth! Fill it like my husband never could!"

"OH FUCK!" Brad moaned. He was almost there! His balls churned with hot cum. "OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK! I'M CUMING! TAKE IT! TAKE IT, YOU FUCKING INCREDIBLE... OH FUCK!"

Whatever compliment he was about to give Ayesha regarding her felatio skills was cut short as a huge wad of hot and gooey cum rapidly travelled up the impressive length of his dick, blasting out of his urethra in a thick jet of gunk. Fluid splashed across the back of her mouth, a massive amount of cum that coated her tonsils, sloshing across her teeth and tongue. Properly coating the inside of her mouth with his creamy life-creating seed.

Letting go of her tits, Ayesha's hands shot up to hold onto his shaft as more thick jets of virile gunk blasted out, splashing across her mouth. Coating her teeth and tongue with hot cum, fluid so much thicker than anything her husband had ever shot out of his smaller, weaker balls.

Jesus Christ, this boy could cum! Ayesha's eyebrows shot towards her sweat-soaked hair as she felt huge jet after huge, thick, hot jet of this boy's virile spunk blast her mouth. She wondered how much she was going to let him cum into her mouth before she made good on her promise to let him cover her tits in his spunk, but then Brad took care of that.

Very quickly his hot seed filled her mouth, oozing out the corners of her open mouth to follow the contours of her jaw. Spunk flowed down her skin to drip onto her bare chest. Drops landed on her tits and quickly oozed down between them. More and more ejaculations followed, and the drops quickly became steady flows of creamy white seed.

"Oh God!" Brad gasped, lost in how good it felt to finally cum in Ayesha's mouth after such an incredible blowjob. All that cum her great felatio skills had worked up being released in one huge ejaculation after another.

No, just me, Ayesha thought as she felt his hot seed flow down her tits, down between them to run across her stomach. As she held on tightly to his throbbing shaft Brad coated her mouth in cum, as his spilled seed covered her tits and and stomach. She could feel it oozing down as far as her jeans and underwear. Jesus, did this boy ever stop cuming?

Eventually, yes, but by the time Brad blasted her open mouth with his final shot of thick cum, a veritable pool of his gunk had formed on the kitchen floor by her feet, and Ayesha was drenched in his seed; her tits were covered in his cum, with more still oozing down her stomach, pooling at the hem of her jeans - though she could feel it seeping into her underwear - and her mouth was holding a small lake of sperm-filled gunk.

Looking at the mess he had caused, Ayesha was stunned this man was still hard!

"Looking good there!" Brad said, breathlessly.

With deliberate slowness Ayesha swallowed the cum in her mouth, never taking her eyes off of Brad. Feeling his thick, hot spunk slide down her throat - the same throat that had worked up so much cum in the first place by working his cock for an hour - Ayesha was enraptured by a feeling she had not had in... fuck... decades!

"Hmm..." she purred as she felt his cum fill her stomach. "You are a virile boy..."

"Told you," Brad said, smugly. "How's the taste?"

"Fucking great," she said, licking her lips clean of all traces of his cum. "I've never tasted such great-tasting cum before! Feels a shame to have you cum inside my pussy."

"As much as I'd love to have you suck my cock all day, I did promise to make someone cum today," Brad said.

Rising to her feet - feeling her knees cracking after spending so long crouched - Ayesha gave Brad a sexy smile. "You did," she said. "But look at me - I'm a mess! Pass me a towel, please?"

Smiling, Brad walked over to the towel rack, dick hard and hanging out. He noticed her eyes track his huge manhood as it gently swung with his motions. Handing her a clean towel, Brad couldn't help but look proud of himself as she wiped away his considerable load from her tits and stomach.

"Feeling proud of yourself?" Ayesha asked, reading his mind.

"Just spreading the white privilege."

"What happened to leaving the race stuff out of our sex talk?" Ayesha said, bemused.

"Figured we could dip our toe every now and again for some spice," Brad said. "You know me enough to know I don't care about race; I like my women all kinds of colours and flavours."

"Oh? And what flavour am I?"

Brad frowned, pretending to give that question serious thought. "Salted caramel."

Ayesha tossed the towel at him. "Funny boy," she said, sardonically. "For that tasteless joke I'm gonna make you scream."

"Good job no one's here," Brad said.

"Hmm..." she looked at him suspiciously. "You wouldn't have anything to do with that?"

"Are you accusing me of masterminding an empty house on this lovely day?" Brad said. "I'm telling you: this is all fortuitous happenstance."

It was clear she didn't believe him, but Ayesha didn't ask anything further. Instead she walked toward him, hand extended. "How about we go into the next room and-" her hand retracted, just as he was about to take it, and she spun around and began tidying up the food on the kitchen island. "Sorry! Give me a sec!"

Brad watched in total bemusement as this woman, topless glistening with sweat and traces of his cum, tidied away the food she had been preparing back into the huge fridge. When it was all tidied away, Ayesha turned back to him, and, as if a switch had been pressed, the housewife he had just watched disappeared, and Sexy Ayesha was back.

"Where was I?" She purred.

"You were about to tell me where we're going to have sex?" He said, extending his hand to her.

Taking it, she gently pulled him away from the kitchen and into the living room. "How about we do it on the sofa?" She said, "they look so large and inviting. So big and expensive. My husband bought them. He loves to vegetate on them while watching the cricket. Want to cover them with our sweat and cum?"

"Sounds fucking great," Brad said.

"Sounds like some great fucking," Ayesha countered, with a mischievous grin.

What could Brad do but let this horny, beautiful woman guide him into the living room, where the huge, garish sofas Yusuf Khan had bought for his family had been arranged in front of the big 60-inch TV fastened to the brick wall. A polished dark wood coffee table had been placed before the largest of the three-piece sofa set, and its surface was immaculately tidy; bare of any empty mugs or half-finished bowls of cereal, as would be the norm in the Newell household.

"So clean..." Brad commented.

"I know."

Seeing the look on the face, Brad couldn't help but hold her face in his hands and kiss her. Her lips still tasted of him, and knowing that she had spent almost a good hour sucking his cock in the kitchen sent a thrill through Brad.

Blame Ali for letting the cat out of the bag. They had a deal, and he had to go and break it.

Well now Brad was going to have sex with his mother, on the sofa Ali probably lounged upon whenever he watched TV. The thought of his friend sitting there, blissfully unaware of what Brad was going to do on that sofa with his mother...

God! So fucking hot!

"Take off your jeans," Brad said, still holding Ayesha's head in his hands.

Never taking her eyes off of his, Ayesha unbuttoned her jeans - the fabric now moist with all of that cum that trickled down her stomach - and gave him a sexy hip wiggle as she maneuvered the garment to the floor.

Stepping back, his cock still free and by now painfully hard, Brad admired her toned legs and wonderfully boring choice of underwear. "Matching underwear?" He asked. Her panties were the same pale salmon as her bra - still lying on the kitchen floor.

"I'm not at that state in my life," Ayesha said. "I'll save the mis-matched clothes for my mid-life crisis."

Brad frowned. "Isn't having sex with someone half your age a surefire sign of a mid-life crisis?"

"Oh, you're right!" Ayesha melodramatically gasped. "Maybe we shouldn't have sex!"

"Maybe we should," Brad said. "Take it off."

Grinning at how he thought he was in control here, Ayesha slowly slid her thumbs between her underwear and her thighs. Shaking her hips more slowly this time, she gave him a show as she slid the salmon underwear down her long, toned brown legs. Flicking her foot to send it across the room to land near the shelving unit displaying Yusuf's medical awards.

Brad couldn't help but smile when he saw her pussy. "You shave?"

"Yeah, and?" She nodded at his half-open jeans. "So do you."

"I don't like to see a girl get pubes in her teeth after sucking my balls," Brad said. "What's your reason?"

"Don't like to get pubes stuck in my nails." She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers.

Grinning at this woman's sense of humour, Brad took off his own jeans and boxers and tossed them aside, his socks and shoes left to last. Standing in the living room of the Khan's abode with nothing but a raging hard-on in front of an equally naked, and very horny, Ayesha Khan, he was struck by how hot the impending sex was going to be. Even more so for Ayesha; she needed to prove something. Not for him, but for her.

"Get on the sofa, Brad," she whispered. Tracing the contours of her breast with a finger as she did so. She could still feel stickiness from where his cum had coated her skin. "I want to ride that big, thick, hard cock of yours until you cum inside me."

Like a good boy Brad did as she asked, settling back onto the largest sofa. Swinging round he placed his feet on one arm while resting his head on the other, all the while regarding the woman standing completely naked before him.

"Ready when you are," he said, stroking his massive cock for her.

Biting her lip with hot anticipation, Ayesha walked over to the sofa. Her heart was beating fast as she placed one knee between him and the back of the sofa, then the other beside him, until she was straddling this toned, sexy friend of her son's.

Looking down at Brad, Ayesha realised this was it; she was about to have sex with her son's best friend. They were about to have unprotected sex, at that! Sure, she had given him the best blowjob of his life, and she had swallowed what felt like a pint of this nineteen-year-old stud's thick cum, but what she was about to do now was something else entirely. It was one thing to take Brad's huge nine inch dick in her mouth, but to take him in her pussy - without a condom! - was next-level cheating.