Pizza Boy

Everyone in this story is over 18

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Margaret sat quietly as her husband and son debated over dinner. The 38 year old housewife was only 5'7", weighing barely 120 pounds. Petite and plain, Margaret highlighted her features by wearing yoga pants and tank tops, showing off her supple body.

"Mom what do you think?" her son Tom asked, drawing her attention away from the TV.

"Um, pizza?" she suggested, knowing it was her son's favorite.

"Fine, go ahead and order one and we'll ride to the store, I'm not paying an extra four dollars for soda." her husband griped before grabbing his keys.

Putting a call into the local pizza joint, Margaret waited as her family drove away. Because of her romantic television show, different sexual fantasies had started creeping into her mind, causing her to jump when the door bell rang.

"Aren't you Justin, Delia's son?" she smiled when recognizing him.

"Yeah, me and Tom are friends." he answered as his eyes drifted across her black leggings.

Digging through her purse, Margaret caught his eyes when handing over the money, sending a shiver through her spine. Overcome by her fantasies, she tracked his eyes as they followed her hand, rubbing down her stomach and in between her thighs.

Justin swallowed nervously as she smiled at him. "Uh, Mrs. Jones, what are you-"

"What's wrong? See something you like?"

"Well. . . yeah." he chuckled.

Biting her lip, Margaret squeezed her breast before getting on her knees. "Close the door." she ordered, watching him step into the house and shut it.

"Now take them off." she moaned, pointing to his crotch.

After setting down the pizza box, Justin unzipped his pants and lowered them. Dull gray briefs were all that covered him now, giving outline to his erection. Slipping his thumbs into the elastic band, he yanked them down, freeing himself of it's bondage.

"Jeez, Kid!" Margaret gushed when laying eyes on it, mentally comparing the size to her husband's. Inadvertently licking her lips, the housewife moved closer before grabbing him.

Justin shuddered from her touch, causing him to inhale sharply. "How long do we have?" he asked.

Pulling her lips away, Margaret hummed before she answered, "Ten minutes I hope."

"We should hurry then." he smiled.

Opening her mouth, she attempted to devour his entire length in one motion. However, due to her lack of experience, Margaret was only able to do half, stopping when the tip hit her uvula.

Justin moaned as her lips tightened, sucking and pulling him forward. "Holy cow, Mrs. Jones." he chuckled when she gripped his buttocks.

Breathing through her nose, Margaret strained as she worked harder, sucking his erection into her throat. With each inch going down, his hairless stomach approached her face. Gripping and squeezing his backside, Margaret shut her eyes before pushing forward, finally reaching his base.

"Oh my god," Justin gleamed happily. "not even my mom can do that." he confessed, causing her to recoil in shock.

Gasping for air, the housewife struggled to make sense of what he said. Opening her mouth to speak, Justin wasted no time in forcing himself back inside her mouth.

With his balls on her chin, Justin held her ears, thrusting into her face repeatedly. Unable to resist, Margaret held her breath as he proccedded to fuck her mouth. Does he treat his mother like this? she thought as his length pushed down her throat again, sending shivers to her pussy.

"I'm about to blow," he grimaced as she looked up at him. "here it comes!" Pushing forward, Justin's cock sunk completely into her throat, his balls emptying into her stomach.

Margaret's eyes watered as her body cried for oxygen, only getting relief once he withdrew. Coughing and gulping air, the married woman stared in awe at the young teenager's drooping erection.

Before she could speak, headlights appeared in the driveway. "Oh shit, they're home!" she panicked, rising from her knees and swallowing before wiping her mouth.

Car doors slamming were heard outside as Justin pulled up his briefs, tucking his wet erection away before raising his pants.

"Mom, we're back!" Tom shouted, seconds before he opened the door. Standing in the hallway was his friend Justin, smiling as his mother held the box of pizza.

"Oh hey, Justin." Tom smiled before grabbing the pizza and running into the kitchen.

"It was nice seeing you again, dear. Be sure to tell your mom to call me, okay?" Margaret said, knowing her son could hear her.

As her husband entered the house, he was slightly startled to find someone else standing there. Once he realized it was just the pizza boy, he brushed off his concern and walked to the kitchen, giving Margaret's cheek a kiss as he passed.

"Thanks for the meal." she smirked.

"No problem." he replied.