Unspoken Pleasure

I thought his tone odd and his words odder… how could a bar change your life… but before the conversation could continue, the bell rang and Allison sighed, “Back to changing some little lives.”

“One student at a time,” Jake added.

“We can each make a difference,” I finished, those the three generic statements our principal invariably used to finish our staff meetings.

We all laughed, and soon I was trying to focus on students, realizing I had now drunk and eaten two loads of a co-worker’s cum and openly hinted I’d like to suck his cock. Which I definitely wanted to do… but had no intention of doing (I think)… although it was getting more and more difficult to resist the temptation.

The afternoon flew by as most days do, and I was packing up to go and meet Mom when I heard her voice in the hallway.

I walked out of my classroom and saw she was chatting with Jake. ‘Shit mom, what are you doing?’ I thought to myself.

I walked over to them and said, “I see you’ve met my mother.”

“I see where you get your beauty and confidence,” Jake returned, all Mr. Suave.

“When you told me about Jake you never said how sweet he was,” Mom said, her tone flirty, even as she squeezed his arm.

“Mother!” I gasped.

“You’ve been talking about me with your mother,” Jake revealed with a smile.

“I talk about everything with my mother,” I answered, before adding, glaring at her, “but that may soon change.”

“I was just chatting with one of your colleagues while I waited for you,” she said.

“I thought I was meeting you at Gwen’s,” I said.

She shrugged, “I figured it’s your fortieth and you may end up having a few cocktails and getting wild, so I thought I’d drive you. I sure don’t want you drinking and driving.”

“I doubt I’m going to get very wild,” I retorted.

“Never know,” Mom crooned, all sing songy, which was weird.

“I apologize profusely for my mother,” I smiled.

“Connie!” Mom exclaimed, playing dramatically wounded as she mocked me.

“She’s a sweetheart,” Jake said graciously.

“And you are chocolate perfection,” Mom said in a Betty Boop tone that was definitely inappropriate.

It was my turn to exclaim. This time out of shock: “Mother!”

“What? That’s exactly what he is,” Mom defended herself, as I grabbed her hand and dragged her away, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Once we were in my classroom I closed the door and said, “I can’t believe you said that.”

“I definitely see why you’re all flustered about him,” Mom said, ignoring my concern. “He’s utterly delicious.”

“Mom, I’m trying to not be tempted,” I pointed out, deciding I wasn’t going to mention the cum coffee and donut treats he’d brought me today… nor the stockings… which I just now realized he hadn’t said anything about.

“Go ahead and be tempted,” Mom said. “One night with him will change your world.”

“Oh my God, Mom,” I objected. “What is getting into you?”

Mom quipped, “The better question is what should be getting into you.”

“Mom, I’m married.”

“To a selfish, insensitive ass,” Mom countered.

“He sent me lunch,” I weakly pointed out.

‘Wow! Crown him husband of the year,” Mom retorted sarcastically.

“Let’s just go,” I sighed, “We’re going to be late.”

“Okay, Okay,” Mom nodded. “I’m just trying to look out for my only daughter.”

I laughed, as I recalled eating two loads of cum today, “Trust me, you’re not doing a very good job.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The next two and a half hours was pampering heaven. We went to Gwen’s, the most elite spa in the city where I got a massage, a pedicure and manicure, and a new hairdo.

Once done, Mom, who’d also gotten the full service deal, said, “You look stunning.”

“I feel great,” I said, looking into the mirror. Oddly, my first thought was too bad Jake couldn’t see me like this. I then added, as I heard my stomach growling, “I’m starving.”

“I got us booked in at the Four Corners Bistro for seven,” Mom said.

“No way,” I said, that being the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in town.

“Only the best for my girl,” Mom said.

“You’re the best,” I said, enjoying my birthday even without a man.

She drove us to the restaurant and once seated, we started drinking wine. We ordered food, including oysters for an appetizer, and chatted.

When the oysters arrived, I joked, trying to be playful, “I’m lucky Jake isn’t here. A few of these, mixed with the wine, and I would be very suggestible.”

“You mean you’d be ready to fuck a big dicked black man?” Mom asked bluntly.

“Not before sucking him,” I smirked, feeling much less uptight, as I downed an oyster and a second glass of wine.

“Well, that goes without saying,” Mom laughed.

Once I finished the oyster, I asked, “So is it true?”

“What?” Mom asked, as she ate an oyster.

“Big black cock,” I said a little louder than I meant to.

“Trust me, it is usually true,” Mom answered, obviously from experience.

“After years of small dick and no dick, I’m not sure I could handle anything big,” I said, sliding another oyster down my throat as my pussy dampened thinking about Jake… and Jake’s cock … and Jake’s cum.

“Oh trust me, our bodies were made for big,” Mom knowingly said. “And once you’ve had big, you’ll crave big.”

“What’s the biggest you’ve ever had?” I asked.

“Eleven inches,” Mom said matter-of-factly as she downed her second glass of wine. Instantly a waiter came and refilled our drinks.

“No fucking way!” I gasped, in front of the waiter and then apologized, “Sorry, sir.”

“No worries, ma’am,” he replied politely as he finished pouring the wine.

Once he left I asked, “Was it black?”

“And beautiful,” Mom gloated.

“Wow, that’s two of Emery laid end to end with a little extra to spare,” I said, trying to fathom eleven inches.

“Well you know the saying,” Mom smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, once you go black,” I said.

She finished, “You’ll crave it the rest of your life and never be satisfied with small cocks.”

“That doesn’t rhyme at all,” I chortled, “it doesn’t even scan,” even as I wondered if I could take eleven inches… and didn’t think so. Then I wondered how big Jake was.