[Depraved]

“Eeeeeek!”

Christine tried to turn around, but I quickly tightened the embrace from behind.

“Barry? What are you doing?” Christine asked.

“Taking you upstairs.”

“Crazy ah? W-wait. Weiiii...”

I swooped her off her feet and carried her in my arms. Looks like all those months of weight training was paying off. Christine broke out in laughter as I struggled to get her out of the kitchen and up the stairs without bumping her against the walls.

“Oh my God, let me down before we both fall...” She said.

Huffing and puffing, I flashed her a defiant look and took another step up the stairs of her home.

“Seriously, later Tommy see us.” Christine added.

“Hufff... Tommy... went... Out...” I replied, my voice straining as I struggled to take another step. Lifting weights is one thing. Lugging one up the stairs proved to be a whole different sport.

“Huh? Why? After you came all the way over...”

“He said... he got an appointment.”

Christine frowned. “Put me down Barry,” she ordered, wiggling in my arms.

At her changed tone of voice, I immediately set her down on her feet on the staircase. I could almost hear my burning thighs thanking me.

Christine, flushed but composed, seemed to be distracted by her thoughts for a moment. “Barry, is my son seeing someone?” she asked.

“Uh... How would I know?” I replied.

“You’re his best friend.”

“Y-yeah. I dunno. He never mentioned anybody,” I lied.

“He’s been acting strangely lately.”

“Yeah, I guess...” I replied as I put my hands on her shapely hips.

Christine pushed my hands away. “You also acting crazy. What were you two up to overseas? You were supposed to be studying.”

“Hmmm? Let’s go to your room and I’ll show you.”

“Eeeyer...” She said and pinched my cheek.

“Ow,” I replied with a grin before leaning forwards and kissing her on her lips.

Christine pulled back. “Barry!” She gasped. “This has gone far enough, I think.”

“Come on, Christine, you know I’m crazy about you.”

She blushed. “But... I’m your friend’s mother.”

“I don’t care.”

“We can’t do this. I’m married.”

I leaned in to kiss her again, she turned away, but I kissed her on her cheek anyway. And then I slowly trailed kisses down her neck. Christine shivered. Below, I slid my hands up her hips and around her waist.

“Oh, Barry... don’t.”

I’ve wanted Tommy’s mother since I was fifteen years old. Christine was the perfect woman. Slender, yet curvy where it counts, ravishingly beautiful, and looked half her age, which was 36. She was always teasing me like I was a little boy. I had hoped to get over her when I left to study overseas, but she has haunted my fantasies throughout my years abroad.

Two weeks ago, Tommy and I finally came home for university break. When I saw Christine at the airport, I knew I had to have her. I am 19 years old now, not a little boy anymore. She still send bolts of lightning through my chest whenever she smiled, and I started finding excuses to come over to Tommy’s home almost every day.

“Barry...” Christine moaned softly as I kept up the kisses. She was panting now.

It was today or never. Tommy was out of the way and his father, Lawrence, was working late. It was just me and her in the house. Fate has never dealt me a better hand.

I took Christine’s hand and lead her upstairs. She followed for a while, but hesistated at the doorstep to her bedroom.

“You’re really serious?” she asked breathlessly.

“I am.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s happening,” I said firmly. Gently, pulled her inside her room.

Christine gasped when I laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her. Eagerly, I placed my hands on her lovely bosom and squeezed.

“Be gentle, Barry, please...” She said.

“Okay,” I whispered in reply.

I pulled down the straps of her dress, and started kissing the top of her chest as my fingers moved behind her to unclasp her bra. Christine moaned. Her hands crept up the back of my neck and stroked my hair. I eased off her bra and her gorgeous C-cup breasts came into view. Eagerly, I kissed upwards and claimed her mouth. To my delight, Christine kissed me back. With her attention occupied, my hands quickly moved onto her breasts and fondled them the way I always wished I could.

Our passion overwhelmed us at that point. We kissed feverishly as I gently groped her soft pillowy breasts. When it was time, we naturally assumed position, I peeled off the rest of her dress and panties, undressed myself, and knelt between her thighs. Already rock hard, I desperately tried to fuck her.

I missed the mark several times before I felt Christine take hold of my cock and guided it against her hot, throbbing, cunt.

“Ughhh...” She moaned as I penetrated her.

She was delightfully tight, yet deliciously wet. After just a minute of slow thrusting, Christine, hyperventilating with excitement, grabbed my hips, arched her back, and squealed from her first orgasm.

“Oh Barry... Oh, oh, oh...” she moaned.

She was just too cute. I kissed her whispered loving words into her ear as she trembled with pleasure. After a short pause, I resumed my slow, methodical, thrusts, burying cock up to the hilt each time. I savoured the hot, wet, tightness of her excited pussy, clamping around my rock, hard, shaft. It was better than I imagined it would be. So much better.

Christine mewled with pleasure into my ear. She grabbed on to me and orgasmed again. I felt pride in being able to pleasure her twice in a row. My own lust consumed me and my rocking hips powered through her orgasm. I could feel my own pleasure reaching its peak. I tried to hold it off, never wanting this heavently moment to end. However when I heard Christine panting hotly in my ear, “Yes.. Ooh.. Yes, Barry, Oooh...” I climaxed prematurely, filling her nice and deep with my hot, virile, seed.

We uncoupled and lay next to each other for some time, wheezing for air.

“You bad boy,” Christine whispered.

I turned towards her and ran my fingers softly up her inner shapely thigh, amazed at her supple shapeliness. I knew she was an avid gym goer and a dance enthusiast, but damn, her body puts all of my previous lays to shame. My handgradually reached and traced opening of her cum stuffed pussy, making her gasp. “Have you fallen for me yet?” I asked.

She giggled and shoved me on the shoulder. “We absolutely can never do that again,” she said, panting.

“That’s not fair,” I said.

She turned to look at me, biting her lip mischievously. Slowly, she reached over with one hand and grasped my flaccid cock.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

Still slick with her juices, my cock was well lubricated. Christine slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.

I groaned happily, letting the pleasure and hardness build. I leaned in and kissed her. Meanwhile, my busy hand slipped one finger into her freshly fucked hole. We stayed that way for a while, letting the passion build. When I couldn’t take it any more, I rolled on top of her again.

Christine willingly parted her thighs and accepted me for the second time. The moment my cockentered her, she raised her head and kissed me. We fucked, a lot slower this time, savouring each slow thrust, every gratifying gasp, and every delicious shiver.

I lasted quite a while before I came in her again, but not before making her cum thrice more. When I finally spent the last of my seed, I collapsed onto her and we lay together in deep embrace, lovingly connected.

“Absolutely cannot do this anymore,” Christine finally said, panting.

“You mean like the last time?” I asked.

“I’m serious this time, Barry.”

“But...”

“Tommy’s Daddy is coming home soon. If you don’t want to get beaten up by my husband, I suggest you leave quickly.”

Sulking, I slowly got up and awkwardly picked up my clothes. Before I left the room I glanced at Christine who was still lying on her side on the bed, watching me. “I’ll be back,” I said.

Her eyes grew wide at my audacious statement, but I saw her smile as I closed the door behind me.