The pool was much more comfortable.

We returned and had lunch with his mom. Mrs. Jones sat quietly for most of the dinner, and I was worried that she was thinking about my cum from my stupid cock that she had to eat so that I would not sin. She is just a wonderful woman who did this for me.

Tristan had a meeting with his girlfriend that evening, and he asked if I would be offended if he went again, walking alone. I told him to go, have fun and not worry about me, I would stay at home and read. Every day I usually did a hundred push-ups, and I was already on half of my exercises when Tristan left. When I finished, I looked up and saw his mom standing in the room and looking at me.

Mrs. Jones wore a short skirt that revealed her beautiful legs and tight top, which left her sexy belly naked. I was also able to see the outlines of her nipples. The circles around the nipples were big as Coca-Cola cans, the nipples stuck out from under the top, and I found it difficult to not look at them. At dinner she was dressed more strictly.

She stared at my chest as I stared at her. I was only wearing my shorts, and my chest was sweating from the exercises.

“I saw Tristan leave,” she said.

“He has a date,” I told her, then added, “Sorry for the last evening. I could not control myself. ”

“That's why I'm here. I was worried that you could start masturbating again. I didn't have a chance to explore you long enough for the last time. I need to do it again. ”

My heart became frantically paced at the thought that she would touch me again. "If you think so, Mrs. Jones."

“Just stand and let me examine you,” she said, sitting on her knees in front of me.

A strange surge of power flashed my body when I saw her kneel in front of me. I saw her stretch out to me and unbuckle my shorts. Her hands shook as she slowly lowered the zipper. Mrs. Jones pulled down my shorts by lowering them to my ankles, soon followed by shorts. To my embarrassment, instead of squeezing into the scrotum, like last time, my dick grew up before she even touched him.

I groaned when Mrs. Jones began to caress and masturbate him again. The head was huge, swollen with blood, and she held it so that the member pointed to her half-open mouth.

She was so focused on the examination that I took the chance to look down through my penis on her nipples. It was hot, but the air from the air conditioner must have frozen it because its nipples hardened and stuck out like two flagpoles on the tops of two beautiful mountains.

“You have a beautiful dick, Chad,” she said, still looking at my penis in her hand.

"What does it mean?"

“Dick is another term for penis,” she told me.

It aroused my memory. When I was 15, I had a fight with several city boys. They were fools and obscene expressions. Their leader, a cowardly bully, cried out something to me. That's what it was? I remembered. “Suck my dick,” I whispered out loud. Yes, that is what he said then. Pervert.

“Anything you wish, Chad,” said Mrs. Jones.

I looked down again. She leaned forward and kissed the head of my dick. He sparkled from some kind of liquid, and she licked it. I jumped up and my legs weakened as her tongue walked around my dick's head. Her lips completely wrapped around my head. I could not believe how good it was for me. Her mouth was so hot and wet. I groaned when her tongue licked my head completely.She began to move her mouth up and down my dick, swallowing more with every movement of her head.

My knees have weakened, but I could resist. I felt the sperm foaming in my testicles. My muscles tightened and fists clenched. I did not know what to do with my hands, so I grabbed the edges of her head with them and began to move my hips, sliding about half of my dick to her in her mouth and back.

Mrs. Jones held one hand on my penis, and put the other down under her skirt. She must have started some kind of severe itching, because her hand quickly moved under the skirt.

My cock seemed to explode in her mouth, and the sperm escaped from the end. I felt like she shoots out of a member, and pours into her mouth. It doesn't look like she wanted to shrink, and my dick suddenly became ultra sensitive after an orgasm. I could not stand it anymore and moved back, seeing my dick slowly slide out of her mouth.

"God, Mrs. Jones, it was incredible."

“I liked it too, Chad,” she replied. "I've never seen such a big dick."

"What do you have in mind?"

“I mean, you're folded, like a stallion, Chad,” she said, still kneeling in front of me and looking at my dick. “You have a penis twice as large as my husband, and at least three times fatter. He has a medium length penis. ”

I remembered Tristan’s reaction when he saw my half-erect member. His penis was not deformed, I had something wrong. “You want to say that I am some kind of freak?” I asked, however, for some reason, I felt good because my dick was bigger than her husband and Tritsan.

"You are not a freak, Chad," she replied: "you are gifted."

“You do this with Mr. Jones,” I asked, when a sudden wave of jealousy passed through my body.

“Never, Chad,” she said, “with him only with the lights off and in the missionary position. Your penis, the first that ever was in my mouth. "

From this, I felt fantastic, and I smiled from ear to ear. I didn't know what to say and just blurted out “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she replied, getting up and leaving the room.

I looked at my dick. I know that pride is a sin, but I was proud of my big piece of meat. He began to grow again, and I wanted her not to leave.

**********

Mr. Jones arrived the next day, for the weekend. He reminded me a lot of Tristan, just not so cocky. He was a foot shorter than me, even shorter than his wife. He was sweet, but he seemed stern and stern, unlike his wife. It was probably his idea to send Tristan to a religious school for boys. He was much older than his wife, the difference was probably about twenty years.

I didn’t often see Mrs. Jones this weekend. Those several times that I saw her, she seems to be sad.

This weekend I went for a walk with Tristan. His girlfriend, Mary, had a girlfriend, Amber. She was an attractive, little blonde, however, her breasts were only two times smaller than Mrs. Jones. She wore boots with a high platform, and her shorts were so short, small and tight, that her buttocks were sticking out from under them. She seemed to enjoy walking with me, however, it seems that she was soon bored with my shyness and taciturnity.

We said goodbye, and Tristan leaned over and kissed Mary. I looked at Amber, she looked at me in anticipation. I leaned over to kiss her, and at the last second she turned her face away, and I kissed her on the cheek. Embarrassed, I retreated, and we waved goodbye to each other.

The next evening, Amber did not come for a walk with us. I felt like a third wheel, while Tristan and Mary were completely absorbed in each other. The three of us approached the cottage that Mary and Amber had rented. They left me on the porch and went into the same room in the cottage. A minute later they kicked out Amber, and she joined me on the street.

Finally, after ten minutes of silence, Amber said: "Why didn't you like me?"

“I liked you,” I replied, “why did you decide that?”

"Why don't you bother me then?"

"Sorry.I wanted to, but I do not know how. ”

Amber came up to me and reached out to me. I leaned over and kissed the girl for the first time in my life. I liked it, but my stupid cock hardened again.

We kissed for about fifteen minutes, finally, Amber whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you want."

I did not know what she meant, but I knew that my cock was hurting again. “I want you to suck my dick,” I whispered back to her.

Amber pulled away, and looked at me in surprise. “Too rude, but it seems you are making progress,” she said. "Well, but you will have to fulfill my wish later."

“If I suck you, you'll have to lick my pussy. This is true".

“I have never done this,” I replied, suddenly feeling guilty for not licked Missy Jones' pussy two days ago.

"Really?" - in fact, she did not look very surprised. "Well, it does not matter, I will teach you."

She kissed me again, and I felt her hand unbutton my shorts. “Let's see what you're hiding there,” she lowered the zipper and ran her hand inside.

I felt her hand clasped my cock and took it. He fell when I looked at her expression. She shook her head in denial, and fear showed on her face. Amber bounced off and backed away. She looked at my crotch, then at me. Her mouth moved, but no words were heard. She turned and tried to open the door to the cottage, but it was closed. Then she turned and ran away.

“Amber, wait,” I shouted, putting my faded cock back into my shorts, but she ignored me and disappeared into the night.

After some time, Tristan came out with a big smile on his face. Mary went out with him. “Where is Amber?” She asked.

"I went for a walk," I lied.

Mary saw the look on my face. “Don't let her mock you. There are a lot of girls around who will be happy to meet such a nice guy like you. ”

“Thank you,” I said ruefully.

Tristan kissed her and we left. All the way home, he boasted how he could get her to touch his dick. “Next time, I think I can smack her off with a blowjob,” he said.

I said nothing. Mrs. Jones obviously felt sorry for me, sucking me off. Amber was too scared by my dick that she did not even regret having anything to do with him. Mrs. Jones lied to me. I was a freak.