Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Owning My Friend's Mom: EP4

When she finally had the skirt completely bunched around her waist, Greg ordered, "now turn around slowly so

that | can confirm you're not wearing anything."

With her breasts hanging out, nipples as hard as rock, and her pussy and ass clearly on display, she slowly

rotated in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, making it very easy for Greg to

continue to photograph her without her knowledge. As her ass cinto view, Greg was absolutely beside

himself with excitement. He was rock hard and was stunned by how beautiful her ass was. It was simply

perfection. He couldn't wait to get into it. When she had turned completely around, and was once again facing

him, Greg put his camera away and directed her to stop. "You can lower your skirt now Mrs. C, but keep your

blouse the way it was." Standing up, he walked over to where Mrs. Clark stood, and, towering over her, said "To

be a good role model for your daughter, you need to realize that there are consequences for your actions. If you

had simply done what was right in the very beginning, then none of this would have been necessary," he chided

her, like a father to a child, mimicking the manner found in the sex stories from last night. "Because of what

you've done, you've causedto suffer sintense discomfort," gesturing to his own crotch region and the

obvious hard-on he had. With firm pressure on her shoulders, he ordered "get on your knees, Mrs. C. You are

going to make this situation all better, so that we can put it all behind us, and get on with supper." When she was

finally on her knees, she found herself staring into the crotch of his pants and wondering how she got there. She

was no longer in control of herself and was convinced that it was all just a dream. Reaching into his pants, Greg

pulled out his cock, and held it in front of him. He couldn't remember ever being this hard and turned on before,

and knew that it would take very little to cum now. Continuing with his instructions, he directed Mrs. Clark "Take

your right hand and begin stroking it, until you have relieved the problem which you created. Keep your eyes

closed, Mrs. C., it'll make it easier for you," he coaxed.

Closing her eyes, Mrs. Clark reached out and grasping his cock with her right hand, began to stroke the shaft.

Greg quickly pulled out his camera and snapped smore money shots of Mrs. Clark kneeling at his feet,

breasts hanging out and stroking his cock. Greg knew that he had everything he would need now, to ensure that

Mrs. Clark belonged to him and would do exactly as he ordered.

Putting the camera away, Greg felt his orgasm building in his balls and knew that he would explode very soon.

Before he did, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to have relief soon Mrs. C., so | want you to point it at your

breasts when | do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?" he sternly asked.

Simply nodding her head, Mrs. Clark began to speed up her strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was

pointing directly at her breasts. With a gurgled yell, Greg's orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of

semen shot out and splashed all over her breasts, with srunning down the crevice between them.

When at last she had milked the last drop of cum from him, she just stared intently at the white mass of fluid

covering her breasts. It felt so real, but she knew it couldn't be, and that it must all be just a dream. She was so

tired.

Seeing her lost in thought, staring at her breasts and his sticky load, Greg quickly grabbed his camera and

snapped one more picture, of her cum covered breasts. After he had the camera safely tucked away, and his

cock back in his pants, he ordered "Mrs. C., | want you rub the nice cream into your skin now. It's good for the

skin," he said with a smile on his face.

As if she was on auto-pilot, she took a breast in each hand and began massaging his cum into them. When the

last drop had been massaged in, her breasts glistened and her nipples were red and engorged from the attention

to them. The kitchen, and now Mrs. Clark, reeked of sex.

Stepping back and taking a seat again, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "You can do your shirt up now, Mrs. C. |

believe you. You've done very well today and have been a very good role model for your daughter." As she

finished buttoning her blouse and began to stand up again, Greg added "Oh, Mrs. C., | want you to leave that

cream in until tomorrow morning. You are not to wash it off until then. Is that clear?"

Eyes glazed, mind in a complete fog, and her body numb from the stimulus overload, Mrs. Clark simply nodded

her head yes and went over to the stove, to remove the supper from the oven.

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For the rest of the meal, Greg again pretended that nothing unusual had happened and talked about

inconsequential topics. When he was done eating, Greg excused himself and said that he had to head home, but

that he would be back tomorrow morning. And without further ado, Greg ran out the back door and practically

sprinted home.

Greg spent the rest of the evening looking over the pictures he had printed off, and reading more of the stories

on the site Mrs. Clark had originally visited. The more he read, the more ideas he got for things to do with Mrs.

Clark. He ended up masturbating several more times that evening, each tending with an explosive climax.

The next morning, after having a restless sleep, Greg arose, showered and headed back over to the Clark

residence. Armed with the photos from last night, and copies of the stories she had read, Greg had everything he

would need, to own Mrs. Clark.

As he walked in the back door of the home, he found Mrs. Clark already in the kitchen cooking eggs. She was

dressed in an old frumpy sweater and slacks again. From that, Greg knew that she must have cto her

senses, either sometlast night or this morning and was probably preparing for a confrontation. With a smile,

Greg thought to himself, 'bring it on!"

"Hi Mrs. C., how was your night last night?" he asked in a jovial tone.

Blushing a deep red, but keeping her back to him, Mrs. Clark began, "Look, Greg, | think we need to talk. Since

Stacey is still sleeping, this is probably the best tfor it." Taking a deep breath she continued, "I don't know

how it happened last night, | must not have been feeling well or something, but what DID happen was wrong. It

should never have happened. It's my fault, but | think it would be best if we tried to put it behind us and pretend

it never happened," she reasoned. "Well, I'm sorry you think that Mrs. C, but to be quite honest, | don't give a

shit!" he said with emphasis.

"What? | beg your pardon?" Mrs. Clark asked.

"Well, you see, Anne," stressing her first name, "it's like this. | own you, and the shit | have, here in my hand,

guarantees that," holding up the stories and photos.

With a worried look spreading over her face, "What do you mean?"

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