The following story is a submission from authorgarsmechant
I’m a bit nervous submitting a story to your site. I’m pretty sure I’m not in your league as a writer. However, I also know that if I don’t submit something at some point, I’m always going to feel that way, and I probably won’t improve much.
So, here it goes: A silly little story that hits all of the standard porn stereotypes that I could in 3,500 words or less.
Please attribute it to me, and link to my Tumblr at https://authorgarsmechant.tumblr.com/, if you deem it worthy of publication.
A Special Delivery
By Gars Méchant
(M/F, MILF, cheating, total fiction)
I decided I rather liked my girlfriend’s parents. They were a happy, successful couple. When we first met in the restaurant, Brittany introduced her father as an executive at an accounting firm, and I found out her mother, Bethany, was a housewife.
Both seemed to approve of me. I guess it didn’t bother them that I drive a package delivery truck, as long as I was using that job to work my way through college.
Bethany left an impression on me. She and Brittany looked, and acted, more like sisters, giggling and sharing secrets.
We all exchanged phone numbers before leaving the restaurant, so, they explained, Brittany’s parents could contact me in an emergency.
“So you can ‘track the package?’” I joked. Both laughed at my lame joke. We headed our separate ways, with Brittany happy that things went so well. I was rewarded that night for doing my best in front of her parents.
It wasn’t until a week later anything unusual happened. As I was out making deliveries, I noticed a text message come in. I took a look, and for a moment, I thought Brittany had sent me some lingerie shots. After looking at them for a few moments, I realized they weren’t of Brittany though; they were her mother! A few moments afterwards, I got another text from her saying, “Oops! Wrong number! Please delete.”
I replied, “Of course. No problem.”
I didn’t delete them. However, I did assume it was a simple mistake. They were probably meant for Brittany’s dad, I thought. No big deal.
Then, a week later, I got another set, with the same “Oops! Wrong number!” message. That was getting suspicious, I thought. It’s not like Bethany would be likely to confuse my number for her husband’s. I mean, his name is Tim, and mine is Jason. Those names don’t sit next to each other in most people’s contacts. I started to wonder what I would do if I got another set of erotic pictures from Brittany’s Mom.
Then roughly a week later, I got a set of actual topless pictures from Bethany, again with the lame “Wrong number!” excuse. This couldn’t be a mistake. Who accidentally sends lingerie pics and nudes to the same wrong number three weeks in a row?
And what pictures! I thought when I met her that Bethany was a MILF, and I was right! She was just as hot as her daughter in virtually every way.
I parked my van to look over the latest pictures, all six of them, carefully, enjoying every pose. I flipped through the earlier pics again, and decided that maybe Bethany deserved a response, something more than a simple “No problem.”
I waited almost a full minute after sending Bethany a picture of the erection she gave me before texting her: “Oops! Wrong number! Please delete it!”
She texted me back, “Of course. No problem.” A few minutes after that, though, I received another text from her: “Nice to see my daughter’s needs are being taken care of so well! ;)”
I decided not to reply to that. I had already taken quite a risk, and I wasn’t sure how any response might be received.
Over the next couple of weeks, she texted me three more sets of increasingly explicit pictures, eventually sending me pictures of her completely nude, and spreading her obviously wet pussy, each time explaining that they were for another number. After I responded appropriately to the third set, I started to wonder if I was missing the message: It was obvious that she was having a blast teasing me. She might even be hoping that I might come over. But could I have missed something obvious?
The next week I decided to take the route that covered Brittany’s parents home, and wait to see if something happened.
Each time I went into the depot, I checked the manifest. I saw nothing interesting for the first two days, just the addresses in the area you would expect. On Wednesday, though, I saw what I was looking for: Bethany’s name and address on a package from an online retailer. Would I get a message from her today?
Around 11:30, I received a text message, with pictures, from Bethany. There were six this time, showing her stripping down and fingering herself on her sofa.
This time, I replied with a picture of my boner over the label of her package, making sure her first name and part of her address were visible, but not prominent. I didn’t tell her this time that it was for a different number, or ask her to delete it. I was nervous: what reaction would it prompt?
I put away my package and headed to the next delivery, leaving it on the porch and walking back to the truck as soon as I rang the doorbell. They didn’t need to see the tent in my uniform.
When I got back to the truck, I saw the response waiting on my phone’s screen: “WOW! BIG! 8O”
I took that as a positive reaction.
It was time to deliver her package. I had no idea how it would turn out as I drove to Bethany’s home to give it to her. Perhaps I was reading too much into her messages. I parked carefully on the street, in case I was there longer than a minute or two, and called the dispatcher to tell them I was on my lunch break after this delivery.
This one didn’t require a signature; I was to leave it on the porch. I debated doing just that until I rang the doorbell and waited.
I knew Bethany was home. She must have been tracking her packages the whole time. She sent me those pictures as an invitation each time she saw an order was out for delivery. It just took me a while to get the message. But was I now going to cheat on Brittany with her mom?
Bethany looked through the peephole, and after a short wait, opened the door. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was going to fuck my girlfriend’s mom.
She held the door open, displaying herself for me. She stood there wearing tasteful high-heels, tight jeans, and a button-up blouse that was completely unbuttoned so I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Like her daughter, she didn’t need one. Her nipples were pointing through the fabric, holding her blouse in place.
I completely forgot the official reason why I was there.
“Are those for me?” she asked innocently.
“Uh, yes,” I said as she jogged my memory.
I gave her the box, and she took it in one hand, casually brushed my growing erection through my pants with the other, and said, “I like the looks of this one.” She placed her box under her arm, knocking her blouse out of the way and exposing her breast to me.
“So,” I said, gesturing at her naked breast, “are…those for me?”
“Of course. It is lunchtime. Are you hungry?” she asked with an innocent smile, casually exposing her other breast.
“Yes!” I was barely able to reply.
“Why don’t you come in, then?” I had forgotten that I was standing in her open door, and happily walked in at her invitation.
“Why don’t we go into the back, so I can make sure you’re properly fed? And maybe you can provide me with some fresh cream?” Bethany suggested with the dirtiest smile as she placed her package on the counter, leaving her blouse next to it.
As she turned around to face me, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against me before locking my mouth on hers. She let out a happy, and very girlish squeal when I picked her up and placed her on the counter next to her box. I put my mouth over her nipple and began to suck on it, hard.
She moaned loudly, and said, “Oh, God, yes!” as I ran my tongue over her nipples, sucking on her breasts as if feeding from her. “Can we take…Oh, God, that feels…so good! Can we take this…to the bed…room? I want you…it’s better…please, Jason! In the bed?”
I stepped back from the counter and put out my hands. She laughed, and squealing again, jumped into my waiting arms, wrapping her legs around my back, and kissing me hard on the lips, wiggling playfully against me as she stuck her tongue in my mouth.
As I carried her back to her bedroom, she looked right into my eyes, and with wet eyes and swollen lips, she said, “I’m glad you finally got the message.”
“That you wanted me to deliver your packages?”
“Well, yes, but I wasn’t waiting for the contents of the box,” she said innocently. “I wanted you to deliver…something else.”
Once in the bedroom, I set her on her feet, and she immediately knelt down to remove my pants, saying: “I wanted you to deliver your package.” She gasped as my cock sprang out of my underwear. “It’s so much bigger, and much more beautiful than I realized! The pictures don’t do it justice!”
I laughed. More beautiful? My cock? I hadn’t heard that before.
Bethany looked it over carefully. “You like?” I asked her as I took off my shirt.
“Oh, my God! I love it!” she replied before looking up at me. “Oh, wow! Would you look at those abs!” She remarked, running a hand over my stomach. “Working as a delivery-man sure works for you!”
I laughed, and said, “Thanks!” before she licked my cock from balls to tip with a devilish glean in her eye. I groaned as she took it into her wet mouth and started sucking on it like a starving woman.
She knew how to give head better than any woman I had been with. She was taking the whole thing, messily into her mouth, sucking and gulping, licking and tasting it. Brittany could learn a lot about giving head from her mother. Maybe I could get them together for some lessons, I wondered.
She was doing so well that I figured I had to warn her. “I’m getting close.”
That didn’t slow her down. If anything, she took it as a challenge to get me to blow my wad down her throat. She sped up and kept using her hand on my shaft as she sucked the head, until I finally couldn’t take any more. I grunted and started shooting my jizz into her mouth, and she swallowed it all down. And after I finished, she kept sucking on me, not as hard, but just enough to let me know she wanted more than that, and she knew I could give it.
She stood up, still tugging on my cock. “That should keep you from cumming too quickly! I want you to keep up with meeeeeeeeee!” She squealed in glee as I picked her up and threw her, giggling, onto the bed. I stripped her pants off of her, making her dodge as I tickled her.
I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs for her, and she laughed as she covered her pussy with her hand. She giggled as I kissed her from her feet, up her ankles and calves, and then she started to moan as I slowly gave her wet kisses up her inner thighs, switching from one to the other between kisses.
When I finally reached the top of her thighs, I took her hand in mine and gently moved it away from her pussy, exposing it to my view up close for the first time in person. Her lips were glistening with her juices, her clit just poking out of it’s hood, throbbing in anticipation. I looked at her face, and said, “That looks like my favorite lunch you saved for me!”
She smiled broadly, and as she started to say, “thank you!” I bent forward and licked her outer labia, sucking gently on it. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as I licked her most intimate places, sucking on her lips, taking much of her vulva in my mouth and nibbling on it as my tongue investigated her opening, and made little circles over her clit.
“Oh, God! That’s…what I…need! Oh, fuck!” she moaned as she ground her hips on my face. She was enjoying being eaten out as much as I liked licking her pussy, and I was making a meal of her! I was wetly sucking on her, and licking her all over, from the top of one thigh to the other, and everything in between.
Her moans became more insistent, and she was breathing harder. She put a hand behind my head to hold me nearer as she ground herself on my face even faster. I could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm, so I took as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could and sucked on her as I circled her clit with my tongue. I felt her tense up, arch her back, and gasp loudly before she screamed out her orgasm!
I kept her cumming on my face as long as I could, enjoying the sounds she made as she lost control!
She finally relaxed on the bed, and I kept licking her slowly. “Oh, God! Thank you so much!” she said in post orgasmic euphoria.
I climbed up next to her, and looked into her eyes, gently petting her as I said, “you’re welcome!” I kissed her and she opened her mouth wide, sucking on my tongue hard as she reached for my cock, and started to stroke it.
I pushed her onto her back, and climbed between her legs. We broke our kiss to watch me line my cock up with her opening. I rubbed the head all over her clit, getting it wet from her juices.
“It’s been so long! Just stick me with that huge…Oh!” Bethany said as I started to push into her. “Oh…oh, God! You’re so big!”
She was so wet I could push in all but the last inch in one slow thrust. “Wow! You really are big!” she told me with a huge smile.
“Am I, now?” I asked, knowing what was coming.
“Yeah, I’ve never had a cock as BIG…oh!” she stopped in mid-sentence, eyes rolling back, back arching to meet me as I bottomed out in her. She let out a deep, guttural moan of pure lust as I settled in.
Bethany opened her eyes wide with surprise, pleasure, and lust all trying to control her face at once. “What was…nguh!” she gasped as I pulled out just an inch and pushed back in again. She closed her eyes tight, moaning deeply. I slowly started pumping my cock in and out, just an inch or two each time, barely fucking her. She clamped her arms and legs around my back, trying to cram me deeper inside as she met my every thrust with a heave of her body.
Not all women like the feeling of a big cock massaging their cervix; however, Brittany does, and I was pretty sure she got it from her mother. Now I knew for sure that she did.
I watched the look on Bethany’s face: her eyes were unfocused, mouth open wide to breathe deeply and to grunt, groan, sob, and moan animalistically. Tears were streaming from her eyes, not from pain, but from pure pleasure. She was fucking a big cock, possibly for the first time.
I saw her open her mouth wider, her face searching, as her first cervical orgasm approached. She was losing her coordination as I pumped her a bit faster, but she met my every thrust with an enthusiastic heave. She let go with her arms and gripped the comforter with tightly closed fists, as her breath came in grunts and growls. Her head snapped back as she screamed out “OhhhaaaAHHHHH!” loudly enough for the neighbors to hear. Her legs were vibrating, and one shot up as I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock with the intensity of her orgasm!
I slowly stopped pumping her as her orgasm subsided, just to let her catch her breath and recover her wits. I had seen this before, so I knew she would recover. She finally seemed to be able to focus on my face, touching it like she had never seen me.
“What…what was…?” she asked incoherently.
“Full-body orgasm,” I answered. “Ready for another?”
“I don’t…nguhh! Yesssss!” she replied as I pumped her again, and she arched her back.
She stretched to fit me by now, and it was time to fuck, really fuck. I didn’t need to be gentle anymore, and I started to pump her harder than before.
She responded just as enthusiastically, matching my every move, grunting and growling in lust, and I started to do the same. We were like two animals, mating violently, not caring if we were caught. I kept pulling all but the head of my cock out of her, and driving it into her to the base, and she was joyously taking it. After her second orgasm, she didn’t seem to stop; she kept cumming on me, screaming and spasming, sobbing and wailing, arching her back, clamping her stretched pussy muscles around my shaft and milking me as we slammed together.
I finally felt the cum welling up inside me, and I started diving into her harder, desperately getting ready to pump my seed deep inside her, and as I slammed into her, she clamped her legs tightly around me. She was getting close to another climax, and I felt her pussy start to milk my cock hard. I erupted inside her as we screamed out lustfully, cumming together, shooting my cum deep inside her womb as her body happily milked it from me!
When I was finally able to focus, I saw Bethany’s face was streaked with tears as she gasped for breath, looking surprised at what she had just felt. I had run this marathon before, and I knew how to handle it.
The look on her face suddenly melted from surprise and exhaustion, to elation. She kissed me hard, and wrapped herself around me, making happy giggly noises as she wiggled and playfully thrust against me.
When she finally seemed to remember how to speak, she remarked, “That was wonderful! My God, that was incredible! You wonderful, perfect, young man! I’ve never felt anything like…and it’s been months! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome!” I said, laughing.
“Tim can’t…” she started to explain.
“That’s okay. I don’t need to know,” I said to her. She smiled, and held my face as she kissed me gently, first on my lips, then all over my face, thanking me repeatedly.
“You’re welcome!” I repeated, laughing again as I ground myself into her.
Her eyes rolled back again, and she moaned, arching her back, pushing her tits into me. I kissed each nipple playfully.
“Careful. You’ll have to stay for another round if you keep that up,” she said in warning.
“I’d love that, but I don’t think I have the time,” I explained as I pulled out of her.
“I know,” she said, and she tried to roll over to get up, and quickly gave it up with a loud exhale. “I don’t think that’s happening.”
“What’s happening,” I asked, as I buttoned up my shirt.
“You’re going to have to let yourself out. I don’t think I can get off of this bed yet,” she explained, laughing.
“I’d be disappointed if you could,” I said, and we both laughed.
She lay there grunting occasionally as I finished getting dressed, and let myself out. When I got into the truck, I noticed that it had been almost exactly an hour. Perfect timing! I called dispatch to let them know I was on my way back to load up the truck for another run.
It was over an hour later that I got another text from Bethany. “I can still feel waves! This must be why Brittany is always smiling!” she said.
I laughed, and texted back: “She insists on it every morning. She says it keeps her happy for the first half of the day, and she looks forward to seeing me in the evening for the second half of the day!”
“I get why. You left me a mess, though! ;)” she replied. A minute later she sent me a video of her red, swollen pussy dripping my cum, and her rubbing it on her clit.
I simply replied, “Damn!” and she sent back, “Looking forward to next week’s delivery! I might recover by then! ;)”
– I’m glad you took a step forward by submitting your story. You are right, sometimes you have to just go for it, and now you have. I think you’ll find that the more you share, the easier it gets. Congratulations on moving forward as a writer and I look forward to your next story, authorgarsmechant
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