I’m a science student, crashing in a shitty basement room across from campus. Sink only, shared toilet and shower at the far end. Gotta pass through my landlords’ place to get in. No cooking, no friends, no music. Cheap, but temporary. Landlords? Total losers. Him: mustached beer-gut football fan, polishing his car weekends. Her: Marie-Berthe, dowdy housewife with thick glasses, dusting obsessively. Spotless house, kitschy knick-knacks aligned perfect. Two asshole sons, 18-20.
Chasing Sonia, this hot student, but no luck. She visited once: kisses, grope her huge tits, finger her a bit, then bolts. Creaky chairs upstairs kill the vibe. Horny as fuck, jerking daily. Over a year no pussy. Blow budget on porn mags. Nights, stroke slow, edge for hours. Pathetic.
The Awakening: Hearing Her Moans
One day, classes canceled, heatwave. Sneak home early. Hear moans upstairs. Men’s voices, laughing. She’s getting pounded. Hubby’s at work. Two guys, grunting: ‘Fuck this slut’s tight,’ ‘Ram her ass, Jeannot.’ She’s giggling, moaning. Heart pounds. Freeze at stairs—boards creak loud.
Hide downstairs. Wait forever. Finally, see ’em leave: tall lanky blond, stocky Arab, both in work blues, under 30, hot studs. Van peels out. Head to room, hear door. Caught! Pretend from toilet.
‘You were here?’ Busted red-faced. Lie about sick, skipped class. She calls bullshit: ‘Saw you leave.’ Then: ‘Stop lying. You spied.’ Deny. ‘Heard the door.’ Stunned. ‘Truth: fucked two lovers. Love young virile cocks. Shock you? I crave dick like any slut.’
Mind blown. Frigid mom-type, banging studs behind hubby’s back. Bold as fuck. ‘Love students, vicious young guys. Want my pussy? I’m nice… very nice.’ Glasses, flat chest, aunt vibe. Not my type. ‘Don’t judge looks. Good fuck, you like me.’ Leaves me reeling.
Back room, pull mags. Hunt brunette mature, glasses, flat. Ad: ‘Marie-Paule, 33, married, hairy guys for hotel AMs, condoms, multiples welcome.’ Coincidence? Jerk hard, imagine her creampied, hubby kissing cum-breath. Blast load on floor. She’s Marie-Berthe Fournier. Slutty specs?
The Act: Tasting Hubby’s Load
Next morning, hubby’s car gone. Sons away. Creep upstairs. She’s naked on marital bed, glasses on, hand on bushy cunt, tiny dark-nip tits. ‘Come see between thighs. Full of cum.’ Spreads lips: thick white globs oozing. ‘Hubby quick-shots, no orgasms. Lick me clean.’ Dips fingers, sucks. ‘Taste.’ Salty, gross at first. Then hot.
Kneel, dive in. Musky, sticky. Tongue laps hubby’s load, her pubes matted. She moans loud, thighs quake. ‘Love you slurping his jizz.’ Clean every drop. Turns her wild.
Her turn. Kneels, yanks pants, sucks deep. Pro. Gags, balls, rimjob. Edges me forever. Finally, blasts her glasses, face, mouth. Licks clean. ‘Yummy young cum.’
Nibble her hypersensitive nips. Tiny, rock-hard. She convulses, cums hard from sucking alone. Shows vacation pics: flashing pussy highways, beaches. ‘Razor me smooth?’
Bathroom: lather her bush, shave bald. Axillas too. Slick everywhere. Coffee nude, then my room. Sniffs dirty briefs. ‘Fuck me here, mark territory.’ Pound every hole, light as fuck, flexible. Anal craving. Rim her ass first. Then mirror: watch cock piston her greased hole. Pinch nips, she screams, I fill condom.
Afternoons repeat. Creampied visits. Sons back, sneak fucks. Move out with Sonia finally. She: ‘Sorry made you wait.’ If only she knew I railed mom-slut raw.