Jerking Off Mom’s Man
By Sasha Hutz
Copyright © 2012 Sasha Hutz
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Mom is at some kind of yoga retreat for the weekend. It’s the same thing every couple months or so: she packs a bunch of crystals and some stretch pants into a duffel bag and announces that she’s off to find herself.
I like it when Mom disappears. The house is emptier, I can play my music as loud as I want and I don’t have to listen to her nagging me to clean my room. Usually, Barry and I spent the night on the couch, sharing a frozen pizza and watching whatever sports game is on cable. Mom would freak out if she saw us eating in front of the television. Barry roots for Philadelphia.
Barry and mom have been dating for a pretty long time now, but they still aren’t married. My mom secretly wants a big wedding but Barry says he can’t commit to a woman like that. He was married once before and I guess it ended badly because he doesn’t like to talk about it. When I ask him about it, he just shakes his head and says, “Don’t tell your mom I said this, but that bitch isn’t worth talking about.” I think of Barry as a combination of stepdad and brother. When I told him that my dad walked out on us before I was old enough to remember, he just smiled sadly and said, “I would never leave you, Jake.” That made me feel pretty good.
Anyway, Barry is a pretty cool guy. Sometimes he even lets me drink a beer or two.
Barry likes to go to the gym after work, so when I get home from school the house is still empty. I sit at the kitchen table and try to finish my geometry homework, but I can’t concentrate. I decide to shoot hoops. Barry got me the basket for my 18th birthday and I’m getting pretty good. I think I might try out for Varsity in college next year.
Once I’m out in the driveway, I start thinking about this girl named Alice May. She’s in my Modern European History class and she’s a cheerleader. Not the head or anything, but at the last game I did see her get thrown into the air. Anyway, today my friend Matt told me that Alice May sucked him off in the art room during the assembly. He said she took off her shirt, and that she has perfect pink tits with puckered nipples. I keep thinking about that while I slam the basketball through the net, over and over. I don’t miss a single shot. The ball thunks hard against the tarmac, sending vibrations through my arm. I imagine Mary Alice’s tongue. Sometimes in class she moistens her lips before she speaks. She has a sweet little mouth and she’s always smearing some kind of glossy Vaseline shit all over it. I imagine her kneeling between the art tables with her cheeks hallowed out about Matt’s swollen dick.
I’m starting to lose interest in shooting hoops, so I go inside. My shorts are feeling a little tight, so I shimmy out of them, glancing at the clock. It’s not even five o’clock, and Barry won’t be home until six. I go to the den and grab the yearbook off the shelf. Then I flip open to Alice May’s senior photograph. It’s black and white, but she still looks good. The front of her shirt is stretched tight across those round tits. My cock is hard now, so I yank down my underwear and think about Alice May’s puckered nipples, about running my tongue over them. I swirl my mouth gently over the tip of one tit while massaging her with my hand, feeling her nipple grow pebbly under my tongue. I groan a little, real soft and low in my throat. Then I grab my own cock.
My hand is a little warm and sweaty from the basketball, and the pressure feels great. I run my fist up and down, slowly at first, letting the friction build steadily. When I can feel the warmth crawling up from my balls, I start to stroke faster, tightening my fist and really pumping it. I moan and lean forward on the table, letting my eyes roll back. I imagine Alice May kneeling in front of me. I’m fucking her face as hard as I want to and she loves it, she wants to beg me for more. My cock is gliding over her tongue and bumping the back of her throat. The thought really turns me on, and my hips jerk against my hand. I’m breathing harder now, nearing that starburst of pleasure. My imagination starts running wild, Alice May on all fours, the globes of her ass spread, her puckered pink hole inviting my hard cock. I stroke my erection even faster. I imagine the soft slit between her legs.