Chapter 9: Opening her moist slit.

It was a first for me, cumming without stroking. I pulled back and shoved in hard, shooting the last of my load deep into the client’s spasming cunt. Her pulsating walls milked out every drop of virile sperm from my balls. After I had spilled my entire load and remained embedded deeply in her pussy, she continued to massage my prick.

I softened, pulled out, and halted, to admire her beautiful gash one final time before covering her with the sheet. Leaving the room exhausted, I headed upstairs. I plopped down on my bed after taking a shower. I rested and nearly fell asleep when I heard her car leave.

The smell of cooking summoned me downstairs, where I found Mom preparing dinner. We ate, and afterward, when we settled on the couch, she brought up the subject of my performance. “Sam, our latest client praised you as much as our first one. Excellent job!”

I was surprised as I felt I didn’t do much to excite her. Maybe that was what turned the woman on, controlling the coupling.

With a concerned look, she asked, “Sam, did you have any problems this time?”

“No problems, Mom. Thanks to you, the cellulite didn’t bother me,” I assured her.

She blushed, smiled, and professed, “Glad to be of assistance, honey. I wanted to make it easier for you.”

Switching topics, we talked while watching TV for an hour when Mom turned and locked eyes with me.

“Sam, I hope you don’t mind, but I made another appointment tomorrow morning at ten.”

Trying to contain my excitement, I replied, “No problem, then we can do some things in the afternoon and go out for dinner. I guess you and Sharon must have interviewed more than one client yesterday.”

“At least two,” she confirmed, leaving for her bedroom. I wondered how many more she had lined up for me.

Neither of us said much at breakfast. Mom wore a white nightie I’d never seen before. The material was opaque, but I discerned the outline of a bra. It was longer than her other selections, falling well below her knees. It dawned on me that Mom had worn different negligees for each client. Did color have anything to do with it? Suddenly it hit me; it was the style, not color. The green one exposed her arms so I could stroke her smooth skin. The pink one was short, allowing me to feel her thighs. “What did the white one signify?” I asked myself. I wouldn’t know the reason until she retrieved me for our guest. It was after nine when I excused myself to wait in my room.

I was lost in thought and didn’t hear a car or any sounds from downstairs until a soft knocking brought me out of my daydreaming. Mom entered, hugged me tightly, and nestled her mouth onto my neck. Mom’s scented hair and the pressure of her body against mine convinced my prick to rise to the occasion. She pulled back, leaving us face-to-face, and whispered, “Good luck, Sam.”

She pressed her lips against mine and kissed me, keeping her mouth closed. Air rushed in and out of her nostrils. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue across my lips. Ready to stick my tongue out to meet hers, she pulled back, smiling. Was that lust in her eyes, or was it teasing?

After she left, I made my journey to our next client. Still hard from Mom’s kiss, I gave myself a quick stroke while surveying the sheet-covered woman on Mom’s bed. I could tell she was younger from the perky breasts pushing up the fabric, showing no sign of sagging. I moved the covering up to her knees, revealing her lower legs.

They were smooth-looking and milky-white. I don’t think the sun’s rays had ever touched her legs, and when I caressed her, goosebumps appeared. The poor woman was nervous and would require some patience on my part. I lightly stroked up and down her lower legs, quietly talking to her. “Your skin is lovely. We’ll go as slow as you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to make our time together enjoyable.” She relaxed while I continued to caress her smooth and sexy legs.

When it looked like she was comfortable, I pushed the sheet up to reveal her upper legs. I didn’t want to go too fast, leaving her pussy hidden beneath the sheet. White, luscious thighs appeared before me. Perhaps the best-looking legs I’d ever seen, other than my mother’s. I sensuously stroked her thighs while keeping up with my soothing dialogue about her beauty. She widened her legs several inches.

Her white skin exalted purity. My arousal increased when I ran my hands up and down her smooth white thighs. Sun had never seen her skin as well as any other person in public, as it was evident she had fully covered herself. It was a special connection between us, and it excited me, knowing I was the only one to witness her hidden beauty. Snow White came to mind, and I made a mental note to refer to her like that in the future.

Leaning down, I kissed one of her luscious thighs, allowing my lips to linger against her soft skin. I inhaled her intoxicating natural scent and was thankful that she hadn’t tainted her flawless flesh with perfume.

Opening my mouth, I sucked in a mouthful of delicious thigh meat. Unlike the other clients, thoughts of Mom didn’t materialize while I continued to relish in her beauty. I heard a muffled groan from under the sheet when I munched on her thigh, her legs opening wider. While I paid homage to one leg, I massaged the other with my roaming hand. Pulling myself off her thigh was hard, but I was anxious to continue. I pushed the sheet up above her waist, revealing a full, black, hairy bush.

It was a striking contrast to her lily-white skin. Trimmed into a perfect triangle and uniform height, I could tell she had spent time grooming her mound. I ran my fingers through her silky forest and said, “Your pussy is beautiful. The deep, rich color of your hair against your smooth, white skin turns me on.” My fingers gripped a tuft of fur on both sides of her slit and teasingly pulled up, opening her moist slit.

Running my fingers up and down her aroused pussy lips, resulted in more groans of pleasure. When I inserted two fingers into her slot, she brought her knees up and spread her legs widely, allowing full access. Her excitement grew, while I finger fucked her at an increasing rate. Using my other hand to spread her puffy lips, I exposed her meaty pussy, increasing my thrusting pace. She was ready for a hot prick, but I hesitated. This woman was too sexy and beautiful to pass up, and I intended to enjoy this session thoroughly.

She panted, and her breasts heaved while I watched her taut nipples pushing up the sheet. When I lowered my mouth to engulf her clit, I drove two more fingers into her hot, wet cunt. Her hips rose as she climaxed. Shifting my mouth down to capture her copious cum flowing out, I removed my fingers, locking my mouth on her convulsing pussy. She contracted several times and then lowered her hips afterward to relax. I eased off and gently stroked her thighs, reassuring her as she recovered.