A Wild Night of Sex with His School Pal’s Mom: She Didn’t Even Realize Who He Was Till Too Late

By Mandy Smith

He is the young and ruggedly handsome hired-cock from the escort agency, she is Mrs. Grieves, the 'respectable' married woman desperately searching for some excitement in her mundane life. Her husband Gordon is often away on business trips, leaving her high and dry for days on end. This is when she always strikes.

But this time she has struck gold. The agency have sent her a new boy to play with, a 20 year old fitness freak who knocks her off her feet. She is immediately addicted to him, even with his air of arrogance. For some reason he decides to stay the whole night, ignoring the agency's strict 3–hour ruling, and that's when the truth of the situation comes out; he is Mark, her son's best friend. She can't believe it.....Her reaction stuns him!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Smith
• Release date: Nov 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393385820

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A Wild Night of Sex with His School Pal’s Mom

She Didn’t Even Realize Who He Was Till Too Late

Good morning! The voice startled me. I shook my head and opened my eyes to see where it came from. I look over, through half closed eyes, and see a guy sipping coffee and lounging casually on my chair in the corner of my bedroom.

Hey. You....you’re still here? I gasped, suddenly realizing that the good looker from the escort service I’d hired yesterday was still in my room. All night; he’d been here all night and I didn’t even know.

Yeah, you were asleep and I was thirsty so I hope you don’t mind if I helped myself to something to drink in the kitchen. He replied as he sipped his coffee and smiled at me.

I had slept with this guy all night, well not slept exactly, fucked and then slept to be more accurate; I don’t normally do that. I normally have my three or four hour session of cock fun and then get rid, but maybe he’d been extra special, better than the others. I shook my head again and tried to remember, but nothing came back to me only vague images of rolling about with him, and doing things that my husband hasn’t done for me in years.

I thought you left. Why didn’t you wake me to let you out last night?

I thought about it, but I had no money, you hadn’t paid up yet, so I hung around to get it. My payment for services rendered, Madam? Remember that part of the deal? He joked. He stood up and approached the bed, totally naked, his chest smooth and ripped, his dick hanging down between his hairy thighs. I thought maybe you might want round two. Yeah? How about it? I’m nice and ready for you.

Round two? I couldn’t even remember round one, but that was because I’d been drinking before he arrived and everything was just a blur of arms and legs, his cock and my holes. Round two? I didn’t take long to make up my mind, not with him standing there looking good enough to eat.

Sure, why not? I replied reaching out to grab his hardening tool, "That’s what you are her for, right?

"...And I’m good. You didn’t have any complaints last night, did you?

Can’t remember......Maybe. Just shut the fuck up and come here.

I hate arrogance. Some of these escort warriors think they’re so special that their shit don’t stink. All cock and no brains. If only they’d learn to keep their mouths shut, unless they’re eating me out of course, and then it’s fine. But to hear all the bragging and boasting is a definite turn off.

But arrogant or not, he was right in front of me, leaning in, and I had his dick in my hand and guided it into my mouth, tasting his salty staleness from the night before; my other hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing them. I wasn’t interested in his attitude, just his hard cock.

Fuck...That feels good, He grunted as he thrust upwards at me, Some of my other lady clients say I look like a film star. Do you agree?

Arrogant bastard. I never even answered. Anyway, I was always told not to speak with my mouth full.

He leans even closer towards me as I sit on the edge of the bed. His legs are wide apart and his hands are resting at the back of his head; he is standing there in all his naked glory jerking his hips up and down and humping his man flesh hard into my mouth, trying to ram it down my throat, choking me and making me gasp for air. I push him away with a hand to his chest, and then pull him back by his balls; he staggers and winces. I want to rough handle him, give him some pain; knock some of that stupid arrogance