Chapter 10 FAKING SICK FOR GF'S MOM'S PUSSY (MILF SECRET)
Henry's POV
I’ve always been crushing on Clara’s mom, Mrs. Selina. Or “Lina,” as she insists I call her when Clara isn’t around. She’s forty-five, divorced, and has this killer body she keeps toned from yoga and chasing after her grandkids on weekends. Dark hair that falls in waves and tits that make my brain act dumb every time she hugs me hello.
Clara is my girlfriend of two years; of course, she's pretty, sweet and fun, we're the same age. But her mom? OMG! Lina is next-level hot. MILF doesn’t even cover it.
I was supposed to go on a weekend trip with my girlfriend and her family, I texted my girlfriend I felt like shit. It was the perfect opportunity for me.
Clara freaked out and told her mom, Lina went into full mom-mode.
“Stay back and rest, honey,” she texted me. “I'll bring you soup after work.”
Clara went with her Dad and siblings. Lina volunteered to check on me. Alone.
I know, playing sick to get alone time with your girlfriend’s mom is shady as hell. But the fever I faked that morning? was totally worth it.
Friday afternoon, I laid on my couch wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking pitiful, the door bell rang. I went over and opened it, there she was. Mrs Selina stands at the door in tight jeans that hug her ass and a soft white sweater, carrying a big flask of homemade porridge. Her scent hits me first that makes my dick twitch before she smiles.
“Oh, sweetie, you look awful,” she gasped, as she stepped in without waiting for an invite. She placed the soup on the counter, and felt my forehead with the back of her hand like I'm twelve. “No fever, but your eyes are dull. Poor baby”
“Yeah, my throat is sore and my head is pounding.” I coughed, a little hack that sounds pitiful even to me.
It worked.
“Clara told me to make sure you’re okay. Come on, let’s get you fed and medicated.”
She entered my kitchen like she owns the place, finds a bowl I didn’t even know I had.
I watched as hips swayed, sweater riding up just enough to show enough skin above her jeans, I’m already horny. This is dangerous.
We ate on the couch. She sat close, our thighs almost touching, spooning soup into my mouth like I’m helpless. “Open up,” she teased, I did, letting her feed me with her eyes locked on mine. I felt this spark, it had always been there. Flirty comments at family dinners, the way she calls me “handsome” when Clara’s not looking. I’ve jerked off thinking about her more times than I care to admit.
After the meal, she wrapped a blanket around me, stuffing pillows behind my back like a damn nurse. “You need rest. I will be here till you fall asleep, okay?” She sat on the edge of the couch, placing her hand on my thigh, it was an innocent move, I felt her fingers were warm through the thin fabric.
I played it up. “Lina, you’re too good to me. Clara is lucky to have a mom like you.” I shifted, wincing dramatically. “Everything hurts.”
Her face softens. “Aw, honey.” Then she does it, she starts rubbing my shoulder, slow circles that felt so good. “Where does it hurt most?”
“Everywhere,” I mumble, closing my eyes. “My Back’s tight, my Shoulders.” I’m pushing it, but she doesn’t stop. Her hand moved lower, massaging my neck, her thumbs pressing into knots I didn’t even have.
“You’re so tensed,” she whispered in my ears. “Let me help you.” She sat straddling the couch behind me, fully prepared for a massage. My hips were between her thighs, as she works my shoulders. I groan, it was partly fake, partly real, because holy shit. Her hands are magic.
“Do you feel good?” she asked, voice so sexy.
“So good,” I replied, letting my head fall back. My hair brushed her chest. Accidentally on purpose.
She laughed softly. “You’re so easy to please.” Her fingers went under my shirt collar, skin on skin now. I felt goosebumps everywhere. I adjusted, and this time I couldn’t hide my erection, it visible against my sweatpants like a teenager.
She froze for a second. I held my breath. She didn’t stop, her hands keep moving, slower now,
“Poor thing,” she murmured “All worked up and sick. That can’t help you feel better.”
I turned my head and looked at her. She was blushing, lips parted. “Lina…”
She bites her lip, fucking bites it and leans down, her breath hot against my ear. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Hell noo…but I didn’t say a word. I reached back and grabbed her thigh, rubbing it. She got the permission she needed.
Her hands started moving everywhere, sliding under my shirt, her manicured nails moving lightly down my chest. She leaned over me, boobs pressing into my back, and kissed my neck. Softly at first, then harder, sucking gently. I groaned for real this time.
“You taste salty,” she said as she licked the skin behind my ear. “Like you need to be taken care of.”
I turned round, pulling her down so she’s straddling my lap properly. Her eyes are dark, hungry. “This is so wrong,” she said, but she started grinding against me, slowly rolling her hips.
“Yeah, so fucking wrong,” I agreed, grabbing her ass, it fitted my arms perfectly I pulled her closer. She let out a moan when I kissed her. Deep, hungry, tongues sliding like we’ve been waiting years for this moment.
I undid her sweater quickly, my hands shaking as I pulled it over her head. She was wearing a black lace bra, breast spilling out the top. I buried my face between them, breathing her in, kissing her soft skin. “God, yes, oh yeeaahh…” she breathes, running her finger through my hair.
I unhooked her bra with one hand, thank fuck for practice, her breasts fell freely, heavy, perfect, nipples hard and pink. I sucked on one, curling my tongue, while pinching the other. She grinds harder against my dick, her pussy soaking through her jeans I swear.
“Bedroom,” she was panting “Now.”
I stood up with her legs wrapped round my waist, her arms around my neck. I carried to my bedroom. She weighed more than Clara, curvier too, but I don’t care. I dropped her on my bed and she bounces, laughing breathlessly.
“Strip,” she ordered, already getting out of her jeans. I obeyed, kicking off my sweatpants, shirt gone. My cock hard, leaking at the tip, her eyes go wide.
“Jesus,” she screamed, reaching for me. “Clara said you were big, but…”
I grin, moving over her. “She talks about me?”
Lina smirks, wrapping her hand around me, stroking slowly. “Girls talk, baby.” Her grip is firm, experienced. She rubs the head, spreading pre-cum, and I almost lost it right there.
I pushed her on the bed, spreading her thighs open. Her black lace panties were soaked through. I tore it off, she gasped, a bit shocked, partly turned on.
“You're Impatient,” she said.
“You have no idea.”
I dived in like a starving man. Her pussy was clean, waxed and pink. I licked her from the entrance to the clit in one long stroke and she moaned out, “You're a bad bad boy.’ She tastes so sweet, better than I imagined. I spread her pussy open with my thumbs, fucking her deeply with my tongue, then I circle her clit slow and teasing.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moans, scattering my hair with her hands, her thighs tremble around my head. I slide two fingers inside, fuck she's tight, hot, and dripping. I curl them just right she cums fast, back rising off the bed, moaning my name loud enough I’m glad the neighbors are out.
I won't let her recover. I sat up, took my cock, rubbing her pussy, I pushed in. She is tighter than I expected, her heat gripping me inch by inch. We groaned when I slid out.
“Fuck me” she begged. Pushing me closer.
I did. Hard, deep strokes that make the bed creak. She meets every thrust, hips rolling, whining, taking me deeper. Sweat rolled off our body.
Her breast were bouncing with every slam, and I couldn’t stop staring, I pinched her nipples, watched her eyes roll.
“Harder baby,” she demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it. I know you've always wanted this pussy.
I flipped over, her ass up, her face down and I drove back in. Her ass shaking with every thrust, I slapped it lightly and she moaned louder.
“Yes baby, do that again.”
I spanked her harder, watched the skin become. She pushes back, fucking herself on my cock. “So deep… feels so good… been wanting this cock for months…”
That sends me wild. I held her hips, pounding her until she was shaking, vibrating a broken cry as she cums. Her pussy clamps down and I’m done, I pull out just in time, stroking myself twice, I paint her ass and lower back with my cum.
We collapsed, panting. She rolled over, pulling me down for a lazy kiss. “You are not sick at all, are you?” she asks, smirking.
I laugh against her mouth. “Just a little bit. But mostly horny as hell.”
She swats my chest. “Bad boy. Clara’s gonna kill us.”
“Worth it,” I say, already hardening again as she strokes me lazily.