Message-ID: <24520asstr$960289804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "+ +" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Sent-Mail: off Reply-To: thor4u@my-deja.com Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Jack Rudoff's Mother (m, older F) Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 07:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, apuleius, IceAltar Here is another story, also in .txt format. This one is new. --== Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ ==-- Before you buy. <1st attachment, "Rudoff.txt" begin> Jack Rudoff's Mom by Thor4u When I was sixteen, Jack Rudoff was my best friend. That in itself was pretty strange, because Jack and I were almost complete opposites. I was a big jock and, even as a sophomore, was the starting quarterback of our high school football team. And, since I was blessed with a good athletic body, blond hair and blue eyes, and a pretty good personality, I was very popular. Virgin, but popular. Jack was a slight, wormy, bookish little kid who nobody liked. We were friends mostly because we had lived in the same neighborhood since we were very young. But we also were both very good students, and we had several advanced classes together, so we studied together a lot. Because Jack had a computer and I didn't, we usually studied at his house. Jack's father was an older version of Jack. Small, wormy, very scholarly, and very aloof. He was a doctor, and looked like he'd never had a good time in his life. His attitude about everything sucked. Nothing was good enough for him, nobody was worthy of him, nothing was of any interest to him, except his medical practice and how much money he made. Unfortunately, Jack eventually grew up to be an exact copy of his father...a real arrogant asshole. Jack's mother, Mona Rudoff, was very different from her husband and son. For one thing, she was very attractive. She was also small, only about 5'1", but she had a very pretty face (with "a little work" here and there) and a great body. Since Jack's dad was a doctor, Mona had gotten a perfect boob job by one of his friends, and her body was to die for. Not outlandish, just perfect. Mona Rudoff's personality was strange, though. She had a good sense of humor, but she didn't display it often. Usually when she did it was to take a deadly shot at her husband, usually making some snide remark about his manliness, or lack thereof. But other than that, Mona Rudoff was very shy. Actually, she was more than shy she was timid. In fact, once I really started studying her, I realized that she had been beaten down so hard, for so long, by so many people, that she had a serious lack of self-esteem. Mona Rudoff minded her house and raised her kids, because that's what she was supposed to do. But other than that, she kept quiet and mostly out of the way. I became a hero to Mona Rudoff in a weird way. A couple of the dumb jocks from the football team were bullying Jack one day between classes, and I intervened. It was no big deal they weren't going to hurt him, they were just making fun of him. I really didn't do anything other than tell them to leave him alone. They did, not because they were afraid of me, but simply because teammates respect each other. But by the time Jack got home to Mommy, though, the story must have sounded like I rescued him from certain death! When I went over that night to study, Mona warmly grabbed me in a big hug and thanked me for rescuing her scrawny son. As I said, Mona is small, but her body is a work of art and her lush breasts felt absolutely delicious rubbing into my chest. From that point forward, my relationship with Jack and his family changed from unusual to bizarre. For weeks, I relived that hug over and over, and in my mind it was much longer and much more passionate than the real three-second 'thank you' had been. I even hinted to Mona Rudoff that I'd like another hug, but she just laughed it off. "Oh, my word, Terry!" she giggled. "What would we do if Dr. Rudoff caught us? He has a terrible temper...he might do anything!" And then Mona Rudoff swept out of the room, convulsing in laughter at the thought of her little weasel husband confronting a lust-blinded teenager twice his size. Well, sometimes one thing leads to another, but this was not one of those times. I guess my friend's mother realized I was a normal teenaged boy and had the hots for her, because she pretty much stayed away from me. The only time we had much contact was the traditional end-of-study-session milk and cookies feast. Mrs. Rudoff was a great cook, and since Jack had been a young boy, she had treated him to milk and cookies every night after study time. It started as a reward to encourage him to study, and had continued long after it was necessary. So I used to join Jack and his mother for milk and cookies whenever we studied together. Those brief sessions, though, came to be magic moments in the life of a sixteen year-old. And the reason was quite simple Mona Rudoff. You see, we usually studied pretty late at least until 10 PM and by the time we finished, Mona was done with her day and ready to go to bed. I wish she had romped around the house in her negligee, but she didn't. But Mona slept in one of those long sleep tee-shirts, and that's usually what she had on for milk and cookies. She wouldn't be wearing a bra, and even though the sleep shirts didn't reveal a thing, I could see her gorgeous breasts jiggling around freely in the shirt. When I got too obviously uncomfortable with a big hardon in my pants, Mrs. Rudoff started wearing a bulky robe over her sleep shirt. Shit! But even the bulky robe didn't stop my imagination, and after the milk and cookies each night I went home for a frantic jackoff session dreaming of the delectable Mona Rudoff. I guess it was bound to happen, but my lust for Mona Rudoff finally couldn't be held back any more. It was toward the end of our sophomore year in high school. Jack and I both had major term papers to do for school and we were using his computer to type them. The way we arranged to do that is that one of us would go to his room and type, while the other stayed out of the way downstairs reading or studying. Whenever I was downstairs studying, I was usually in or near the living room where Mrs. Rudoff and Silvie (Jack's seven year-old sister) were watching TV. Early in the evening like this, Mrs. Rudoff would be dressed normally, but about 9 PM she would go upstairs, put Silvie to bed and change into her sleep shirt and robe. And of course, I spent a lot of time staring at the dazzling Mrs. Rudoff, managing to get caught just about every time. Sometimes she would smile, other times she would just shake her head, like "Terry...aren't you ever going to quit?" But, of course, I just took that as an expression of pleasure...maybe even interest. Well, one night Jack's father took him to some medical society meeting, so Jack was not home. But I had to finish my term paper, so it was agreed that I would use Jack's computer. I went to the house, said hello to Silvie and Mrs. Rudoff, and went upstairs to Jack's room. I worked non-stop until almost 10 PM, but only part of the time was putting the finishing touches on my term paper. The rest of the time was spent reviewing the treasure trove of nude pictures I found in a hidden file on Jack's computer. The pictures were of Mona Rudoff! This little worm of a friend had somehow hidden a camera in his parents bedroom, and had been photographing his beautiful mother...the object of my undying lust! Man, if you thought Mona Rudoff looked good in clothes, you ought to see her naked! She was outrageous! Many of the pictures were of poor quality, but a few had just the right lucky coincidence of good lighting, good camera angle, and great pose. There were several that were absolutely breathtaking. I quickly saved those to the disk that contained my term paper. I had no computer to view them on yet, but I would someday, so I saved them. If I had been at home, I would have jacked off furiously, probably for hours. But I couldn't masturbate here! What if Jack came home and walked in and caught me? Worse yet, what if Mrs. Rudoff caught me? So by the time I went downstairs for milk and cookies, I was in a terribly horny state. I sat at the kitchen table and made some mindless babble with the intensely desirable Mona Rudoff. And, as if I wasn't already in deep trouble, Mona wasn't wearing her robe tonight...she was just wearing a knee-length tee-shirt. I must not have been making any sense, because Mona frequently laughed at me and joked with me as we talked. As a ploy to remain longer with this lovely woman, I asked Mona to read my term paper. She did, asking a lot of questions and showering me with profuse compliments as she read. Finally, when she finished, she told me the term paper was worthy of a big reward. "How about a kiss?" I asked boldly. "Oh...no, Terry." Mona replied. "You know I could never do that." "Well, how about a friendly hug, then?" I asked. I stood up next to her chair. I had intended that move to be an invitation for Mona to stand and give me one of her delicious hugs, but she just sat there. She sat there transfixed, with her mouth hanging open, because right in front of her face was one the biggest hardons she had ever seen, straining to free itself from my thin running shorts! I asked again, "So...a hug maybe?" Mona Rudoff looked up at me. "No...no hugs." She was plainly scared. There was no lust in her eyes, despite my throbbing erection just inches from her face...only fear. "Well...how about a blowjob, then?" I asked as I quickly dropped my running shorts. My pulsating seven and a half inch cock flopped out eagerly, almost hitting her in the face. Mona opened her mouth in an involuntary, fear-stricken gasp as she stared at my raging sex right in front of her face. And when she did, I grabbed the back of her head and buried my cock in her wet mouth. I didn't really know what to do, and Mona was moving her mouth from side to side, trying to dislodge my big cock. It's a wonder my stiff cock didn't get shredded on her teeth! But I was too strong for her. And besides, in this moment of uncertainty, Mona reverted to her normal emotional state insecure, fearful, unable to resist. Finally, Mona managed to mumble something that sounded like "Don't pull my hair, you're hurting me." I was afraid to let go of her head, in fear that she would let out a blood-curdling scream and wake Silvie, whom I devoutly prayed was sound asleep upstairs. "Well suck then! Stop fucking around...you're gonna blow me, you might as well enjoy it!" I hissed under my breath. I tugged at her head to indicate my seriousness, and Mona's eyes turned sad as she nodded her capitulation. I loosened my grip on her head, but kept my hand lightly resting there just in case she tried to pull away and scream. She didn't. Slowly, now with her eyes closed so she didn't have to look at me, Jack's beautiful mother started working her hot mouth up and down the shaft of my big dick. I still can't believe I didn't just explode, but somehow I didn't. Mona began sucking more, and I could occasionally feel her tongue twirling along the underside of my cock, lightly licking under the head as she sucked and slurped. I don't think my cock could possibly have gotten any longer, but it did thicken noticeably. I could actually feeling it swelling in Mona's mouth! Mona felt my cock swelling in her mouth too! I know she did, because she opened her eyes just for a second and looked up at me. The fear had been replaced by something I had never seen before ...I wouldn't exactly call it lust, but it was certainly excitement! My friend's mother closed her eyes dreamily and began bobbing her head up and down on my big cock. She licked, she sucked, she slurped, she gurgled!!! And when I felt the enormous volcano of cum building inside me and starting to rush into my cock and I tried to pull away to avoid pouring it into her mouth Mona Rudoff opened her eyes again, and with just a hint of a grin, grabbed my ass with both of her hands and plunged my spurting cock all the way down her throat! Gush after gush of my hot cum poured into Mona Rudoff's throat! But she never backed away! She kept bobbing and sucking and swallowing until she had drunk every drop. Finally, when I was completely spent, Mona gave me one last soft suck to clean up, and then pulled back, releasing my deflated cock. My legs were so weak, I stumbled back into my chair. I looked at Mona eagerly, hoping to find lust and happiness in her eyes. None. Instead, her eyes were downcast and ashamed. She may have just given me the most fabulous blowjob in the history of mankind, but to Mona it had been a frightening and shameful event. "You'd better go." Mrs. Rudoff said flatly, without emotion. "Jack and Dr. Rudoff will be home soon." "Mona...Mrs. Rudoff..." I stammered. "I'm sorry...I don't know what happened to me!" "Just go." Mona's voice was sad, but firm. There were tears welling up in her eyes, but there was also a look of determination there. "No. I'm going to fuck you first." I said, without even thinking. "No! I'll scream!" Mona said defiantly. "No you won't!" I retorted angrily. "Do you really want Silvie to come downstairs and see her mother getting fucked on the kitchen floor?" My friend's mother shook her head, partly to say no she didn't want that, and partly to re-emphasize her resistance. "Take off your tee shirt!" I ordered. "No," Mona said quietly. But again there was resignation in her eyes. I just pulled the shirt over her head, revealing a petite body so beautiful Jack's hidden camera would never be able to capture its glory. She wore thin silk panties that were virtually transparent. I could see her neatly trimmed black pubic hairs clearly. I motioned to Mona to remove her panties, but she shook her head no. So I removed them. Her gorgeous tiny pussy was sopping wet, oozing lubricant freely. I motioned for her to lie down, she shook her head, and then I gave her a look like, "Do you really want me to force you down to the floor?" Mona thought better of resisting at that point and voluntarily laid down on the kitchen floor. I laid on top of her and tried to jam my rejuvenated cock into Mona's sweet sex. But she was not cooperating at all. She just laid flat on the floor, and at that angle, I could not get my dick in her. I pulled her legs upward to give me more access and that did the trick. My raging cock now touched the entrance to Paradise! But Mona Rudoff clinched her vaginal muscles, denying me entry. Outraged, I grabbed her buttocks roughly and rudely rammed my hard cock past her resisting vaginal lips. "Ahhh!" Mona cried out quietly, but painfully. "Stop fucking around lady! I don't want to hurt you, I just want to fuck you!" I panted. "Ow! You're so big!" Mona panted back as I drove my excited dick about halfway into her. Just then, we heard the light squeal of tires on the circular drive and saw the splash of headlights as the car turned into the drive! We both froze for a second like two statues illuminated by lightning, and without thinking, we both jumped up and began frantically dressing. The lights receded, then swung back in the opposite direction as the car pulled back out into the street. It was just somebody turning around in the Rudoff's driveway! "NOW! Now GO!" Mona Rudoff said bitterly. "Quick, before they really do come home and ruin all of our lives...GO!!!" Knowing she was right and unable to face my friend's lovely mother after what I had done, I stammered a moronic "I'm sorry," and bolted out the door. I ran home as fast as I could. ********** The next week was the worst week of my life. I hardly slept at all. Every waking moment was filled with shame and terror. I had raped my friend's mother! I had actually raped her! I felt like the lowest lowlife in the world. And I was terrified that, at any moment, the police would come knocking on my door and arrest me. I avoided Jack as much as I could. He's a little mousy, like his mother, so he didn't say anything at first. But after a couple of days of cold shoulders and flimsy excuses, Jack confronted me in the hall at school and demanded to know exactly what was going on. He wanted to know why I wasn't coming over to his house to study, and why I was avoiding him at school. I gave Jack another bullshit excuse and walked away. Well, that was all the little worm could take! See, to me except for my obsession with his mother Jack was just a kid I was friendly with. He wasn't even my best friend. But to the nurdy little Jack, I was his ONLY friend. His only friendship was crumbling right before his very eyes, and poor little Jack didn't even know why. Jack burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. One of the male teachers saw that and followed him in. Eventually they ended up in a counselor's office, Mrs. Rudoff was called, and she came and took Jack home. Now I was really terrified. When I went home I didn't know whether to expect the cops, or Dr. Rudoff, or Jack, or what. I hid in my room as long as I could, but later that evening my Mom called me to the phone. "Terry, this is Mrs. Rudoff on the phone. I don't know what is going on between you and Jack, but you are going to talk to her." My mother's expression left no room for doubt or debate. She has none of Mona's insecurities. "Hello, Terry...are we alone on the phone." Mrs. Rudoff's voice was soft, like she was trying to keep anyone from overhearing. "Yes." I replied. "Okay, we have to talk. Dr. Rudoff is taking Jack and Silvie to a baseball game in a few minutes...as soon as you see them leave, you come over." The phone went dead before I could answer. Twenty minutes later, I saw the car leave, and I walked over to the Rudoff's. The start of that conversation with Mona Rudoff was excruciatingly awkward for both of us. I wanted to stammer an "I'm sorry," but couldn't get the words out. Mrs. Rudoff wanted to talk to me about Jack, but couldn't get to that subject without clearing the air about our last encounter. Finally, she found the courage to attack the problem head on. "Terry...what happened...it's okay." Mona said softly. "It's okay, do you understand? It is a thing that happened. It shouldn't have happened, and it must never happen again, but it did happen. It's over." "I...I..." I couldn't speak. Tears streamed down my face. At that point, it is a wonder I didn't just walk down to the police station and turn myself in...something I had been seriously considering for several days. "Oh, Terry...it's all right..." Mona said. Then she gently moved toward me and took me in her arms, hugging me in a motherly way and consoling me. "But I RAPED you!" I wailed. "Oh Terry, don't think of it that way!" Mona said gently. "You pressured me, that's all. Don't think of it as anything more than that I don't." "You don't???" I asked incredulously. Mona changed the subject, saying she knew our previous encounter was the reason I was avoiding her son Jack. She said that she hoped I would be able to put that incident behind me and resume my friendship with Jack. I explained to Mrs. Rudoff that I still liked Jack, but she was the problem. I just couldn't face her without remembering "the incident." And, I said, even if I could put the rape behind me, I still lusted after her terribly...even more now. But Mona Rudoff was steadfast. She kept coming back to her son's needs and became insistent the I resume the friendship. When that didn't work, things turned ugly. "Here's the way it's going to be, Terry." Mona said sternly. "Either you resume your friendship with Jack, or I go to the police and tell them you raped me." "That's blackmail!" I shouted, insulted and scared to death. "Yes it is...so what?" Mona glared. "They won't believe you! It's your word against mine!" I countered. "I'll say you seduced me...there is no evidence, I never left anything inside you...there are no injuries...there was no force...no one will believe you! "Are you sure, Terry?" Eve replied. "Are you really sure?" She was challenging me, and she was effective in reminding me just how much I had at risk. And she almost pulled it off. But I saw something in her eyes ...just a little doubt...just a little lack of confidence. "Yes, I'm sure!" I said. And then, triumphantly, my head cleared and my memory returned, "Especially when they see the pictures!" "Pictures???? What pictures???" Mona asked, completely puzzled. "The pictures of you...naked!" I roared. "Oh nonsense Terry! You don't have any pictures!" Mona laughed. "Oh yes I do...do you want to see them?" I challenged. "Yes, you're damn right I want to see them." she retorted. I took the stunned Mona Rudoff upstairs to Jack's room and turned his computer on. I double-clicked on 1.jpg. A spectacularly beautiful Mona Rudoff appeared on the screen. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT????!!!!" Mona thundered. "I took it..." I replied calmly, "and this one...and this one ...and this one" as I clicked through pictures 2, 3, and 4. "Oh my god! How did you do that? That's me! That's my bedroom! HOW DID YOU DO THAT!!!!?????" Mona cried. "You posed for me, don't you remember? For my photography class project? That's how you seduced me." I smiled as I wove my evil web of lies. "How could a normal, healthy, horny 16 year-old resist an outrageous piece of ass like that? You seduced me!" "You little shit! Now I know I'm going to the police!" Mona snarled. But there was an ironic little grin on her face. Even though she was shocked and outraged, even though she knew that it was just a pack of lies, Mona Rudoff could appreciate a perfect defense when she saw one. "No you're not, Mrs. Rudoff...you're not going to do that at all." I said quietly. "Because I am going to resume my friendship with Jack. It won't be hard...I do like the little guy." "Oh thank God! But you didn't have to scare me like that...and where DID you get those pictures anyway?" "Not so fast, Mrs. Rudoff!" I laughed, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. "There is one little condition..." "What...condition..." Mona Rudoff said slowly, knowing the answer before she asked. I silently dropped my jeans and shorts and stuck my throbbing cock right in the lovely Mrs. Rudoff's face. She opened her mouth enough to let it in, but didn't really participate much. I didn't care. I rocked back and forth for a few seconds, intending to just lube that baby up before I fucked her. But, unexpectedly, I had a quick, sharp climax. My climax surprised Mona, too. She managed to swallow most of it. Mona wiped the excess cum off her face as I quietly undressed her. She neither resisted nor helped. I laid her back on Jack's bed, pulled her legs up on my shoulders to give me better access, and emphatically drove my big cock into her waiting vagina. As it slid in smoothly, I noted that she was dripping wet. I fucked Mrs. Rudoff several times that night, not leaving for more than two hours. I gave her a very good fucking. I filled this snotty bitch...this blackmailing whore...with my cum. But it wasn't a one way street by any measure. Mona Rudoff came and came and came. As she fell into the grips of ecstacy, she made numerous comments about how large my cock was, or how deep it was...but never how good it felt. And when I was done, I just dressed and went home without any further conversation. Once the pattern was established, sex with Mona Rudoff became a regular thing. The pattern was always the same; it remained the same all the way through my last two years of high school. About once per week, I would find a situation where Mona and I were alone (or sometimes not alone) and I would make her suck me off or fuck her. Mona would never cooperate initially, but as the event progressed, she would get more and more into it. She never became an enthusiastic participant...but I never fucked her without her reaching at least one big climax either. And she never sucked me off without swallowing every drop and cleaning my happy cock off. And there were always opportunities for me to be alone with Mona. She could have easily avoided those situations. For the first few weeks, I still had pangs of guilt and fears of arrest and prosecution, but I got over that when my friend Jack accidentally told me one day that he knew his mother was boinking at least one other doctor. Jack told me because he was thinking about using that information to blackmail her into fucking HIM! Suspicious of his mother for some reason, Jack had followed her and soon learned that she was a major slut for the medical community in our town. He observed her meeting three different doctors at cheap motels or their homes! But, even with that incriminating information, the spineless Jack didn't blackmail Mona until years later. One reason was that I actively discouraged him, in fear that blackmailing his mother would lead to my discovery. Once I knew Mona was fucking the entire world, all of my fears and inhibitions went by the wayside. From then on, I actually looked for risky situations to fuck Mona in, and that led to some of our most enjoyable encounters. I had sex with Mona on a number of occasions when we were NOT alone in her house. More times than I can recall, I had sex with her downstairs in the living room while Jack was studying and Silvie was sleeping upstairs. One summer afternoon, I even made Mona blow me in the kitchen while Jack, Silvie AND Dr. Rudoff were in the swimming pool right outside the window. I watched the kids play in the pool through the window even waving to Jack, like any good buddy would while mommy gobbled my cum from her knees on the kitchen floor. But the best ever had to be the Rudoff's New Years Eve party when Jack and I were seniors. Because there were a lot of people in attendance, Jack and I agreed to help out. At one point in the festivities, Mona asked me to get a couple of bottles of white wine and put them in the refrigerator to chill. The wine was kept in a small walk-in pantry just off the kitchen. I looked for the wine and...honest to God!...I couldn't find it. I asked Mona where it was. She was very, very busy with all of her guests and had absolutely no patience for an 18 year-old who couldn't find a simple bottle of wine. She stormed into the pantry to show me where it was and I followed, closing the door behind us. By the time Mona turned around defiantly with two bottles of wine in her hands, I already had my big cock out and it was already partially hard. Mona's eyes got as big as saucers and she began shaking her head no emphatically. I pointed to my cock and nodded yes. I gently placed my hand on the back of Mona's neck and guided her to her knees. With a bottle of Chardonnay still in each hand, Mona silently began sucking my cock. Halfway through, she looked up at the door and motioned that she was concerned about someone walking in. I locked the door and then Mona began to blow me in earnest. Mona always resisted my sexual advances, but the fact is that the lady simply loves to suck cock and she can't help getting into it once she starts. And she always swallows enthusiastically; Mona Rudoff never met a load of cum she didn't love! With the entire party swirling around us just outside the thin pantry door, Mona gave me an excellent blowjob. Then we both returned to the party like nothing had happened. But that wasn't all! Pretty late in the evening, after midnight, I had been working feverishly and I had to piss like a racehorse. The bathrooms downstairs were both busy, so I went to Jack's bathroom upstairs and pissed. But when I emerged from Jack's room, I ran right into Mona, who had come upstairs to check on Silvie sleeping in the master bedroom. Before Mona could react, I dragged her into Jack's bedroom and began removing her elegant and sexy cocktail dress. It wasn't a big chore to take the thing off, because although Mona kept saying no, there was not even a hint of physical resistance. I think she had been aroused by sucking me off earlier and she was ready for a good fucking, although she would never admit that. Once I had her undressed, I bent my friend's mother over his bed and began poking her doggy style. Mona loves to be fucked from behind, and because she can hide the excitement on her face, she tends to get into fucking in this position pretty enthusiastically. So, in a matter of seconds, the lovely Mrs. Rudoff, hostess extraordaire, was gleefully fucking her son's best friend in her son's bedroom. Before I was ready to cum, Mona reached a crashing orgasm, giggling happily despite her alleged disagreement with these developments. But, having now fucked me, Mona started making moves to get dressed and return to the waning party. Not! I bent her back over Jack's bed and again entered her now-steaming pussy. I hadn't cum yet and my shaft was still rock hard. In the two years I'd been doing Mrs. Rudoff, my cock had grown and it was now over eight inches long. And it had a mind of it's own. And one of the things my big cock just loved was to bury itself in the good doctor's wife's delicious ass. Now, Mona hated anal sex, because with her small frame and my big cock, it was pretty painful for her. But she also loved it. As I would fuck her hot, tight ass, Mona would finger herself to truly extraordinary orgasms. The other thing that was a problem in this particular situation (with her daughter sleeping restlessly next door and dozens of her closest friends downstairs) was that whole screaming thing. See, Mona always resisted sex with me, at least verbally. And she never started out enjoying it. And even when she came unglued during a big orgasm, Mona would usually stifle herself in order not to appear too appreciative. But anal sex was different. When I stroked my big cock in and out of her ass, and she delicately fingered herself, Mona reached orgasms she just simply could not control. And she screamed. I mean LOUD! She just couldn't help herself. So that New Years Evening, when I pressed the head of my throbbing cock against the excited, pulsating rosebud of Mrs. Rudoff's ass, she really did resist physically. She twisted and turned, trying to avoid my rapacious cock. She told me no, and really meant it. Too bad lady! I was a foot taller than Mona Rudoff and a hundred pounds heavier. I grabbed both of her hips and rudely jammed my big cock into her ass. That hurt and Mona cried out in pain. I pressed further, then withdrew and slammed my big cock into her surprised pussy. Mona's happy vagina quickly gripped my big dick and began eagerly humping it, gushing lubricant in anticipation of another wonderful fuck. But once my cock was lubricated, I quickly withdrew and rammed it back into Mona's startled asshole. That was somewhat better for Mona, and I had my cock in her about four inches, so she knew she wasn't going to be able to dislodge it. So Mona stopped struggling and let me fuck her horny ass. She even helped a little, eventually taking almost all of my eight inches, and working it pretty well with her bouncing, humping buttfucking motion. If I had cum quickly, Mona might have been all right. She could have said, "You're welcome," dressed quickly, and returned to her guests. But alas, I guess due to the struggling and the lack of lubrication, I didn't cum right away. Instead, I reamed Mona's ass for about three or four minutes. Soon, I saw one of Mona's hands disappear, and from her moaning and grunting, I knew she was fingering her frantic pussy. Then, because she knows it always makes me cum quicker, Mona reached back with her free hand and began gently rubbing and cupping my balls. I shot a huge blast of cum into Mona's gaping asshole, and as I did, she came like she had never cum before. And she let out a blood-curdling scream! "AHHHHHH-UHHHHH!!!!! AW FUCK!!! OHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!!! OOOHHHHhhhhhhh........." Mona then collapsed on her son's bed, convulsing involuntarily in ecstacy, still fingering her throbbing clit and still cumming. I gently leaned forward and stroked her soft back as she continued to shake in orgasmic wonderland. Mona laid on the bed for several minutes as we listened anxiously for any sound that might indicate her screams had been heard. No one had heard her. Whew! Then Mona Rudoff, respected doctors wife and mother of my best friend, did something she had never done before and has never done since. She stood up, pressed her spectacular petite body to my athletic hulk, took me in her arms, and kissed me passionately. For a minute there, I thought she was going to suck my tongue right out of my head! When she finished, Mona quietly said thank you, gave my lips one last playful lick, and then got dressed and returned to the party. I dressed and went home. My work here was done. *************** A lot of things happened after that. I continued to suck and fuck with Mrs. Rudoff on a regular basis. I had a regular girlfriend, but I still did my friend's lovely mother about once a week, on average. Mona never participated willingly or enthusiastically, but she also made sure she didn't resist enough to stop anything. Getting spontaneous blowjobs, in particular, was easy. Often all she'd do is sigh, "Oh Terry, please no..." and then she'd drop to her knees and start slurping away. When I went away to college, I stopped seeing Mrs. Rudoff. Okay, so I stole an occasional blowjob...so sue me! But, basically, I didn't have sex with her after I graduated high school. Jack, however, is a different story. With me away at college (Jack went to a prestigious university located in our home town and lived at home), Jack became increasingly obsessed with his mother. He finally got up his nerve and approached his mother with his blackmail demands. To Jack's astonishment and delight, Mona immediately agreed and dragged him off to bed for an enthusiastic afternoon of sucking and fucking! But Jack is just like his asshole father...he is a power freak and a control freak. So once Jack became emboldened by his success, he demanded that Mona take care of a few of his friends. Again, to his surprise, Mona quickly agreed and throughout Jack's college and med school years, Mona generously took care of his overworked, oversexed, and under-fucked classmates (frequently, according to local legend, several at a time). The problem with Mona, it turned out, was that she was an uncontrollable nymphomaniac. With frantic masturbation, Mona could sometimes go a day without fucking. But if she went two days, she was in desperate need of either a lot of sex or medication. The medical community in our small Connecticut town provided both abundantly. I felt pretty racy and daring screwing my friend's mother, but the truth is Mona had at least half a dozen lovers at a time throughout her marriage. So Mona met her needs within the close-knit medical community, augmented by Jack and his school buddies. Needless to say, Jack was a popular guy for the first time in his life, especially when he got to med school. Med students are too damn busy to go out hunting pussy, so Jack conveniently carried one of those nude photos of his mother in his wallet. He would actually show the picture to classmates and ask them if they wanted to fuck his mother. A lot of them took Jack up on his offer, and as far as I know, his mother never turned anyone away. All good things must come to an end, however, and this tale is no different. There is nothing dramatic about the end of this story. I went to med school in California and now live in San Diego with my lovely wife and young son. The Rudoff's are still the same. Jack finished med school and went into practice with his father. He still lives in our old home town, and is still single. As far as I know, he and his friends, as well as several of his fathers friends, are still balling his mother. I saw all of them last fall at a medical conference. Dr. Rudoff looked about 100 years old, and Jack has not aged well either he looks 20 years older than he really is. But Mona Rudoff looks exactly the same as she did ten years ago. She must be 55, but she doesn't look a day over 40. Same slim figure, same pretty face, same gorgeous tits. And, yes...she still sucks like a pool vacuum and screams when you fuck her in the ass. 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