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Big Fat Cock: Educating Mrs. Walker
Summary: Kevin gets teacher, son’s gf and her son gets cucked.
Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Jeni who told me about this BIG FAT COCK… although her story wasn’t told in the first story, and it isn’t in this one either.
Note 2: This is the seventh part in a lengthy series about a nerd’s discovery of the power having a BIG, FAT COCK can have.
BIG FAT COCK: A Hot Mommy Seduced is a lengthy tale where Kevin learns from his divorced father, who has often been out of the picture, that having a BIG FAT COCK makes you irresistible to women. Kevin begins to use this power on a few MILF women, experimenting with his newfound power as he gears up to using it to seduce his ultimate fantasy conquest: his own mother.
BIG FAT COCK: Anal Mommy has Kevin taking his mother’s last forbidden hole while having some fun with a kinky roleplay. It also has Kevin learning more about his mother’s slut past, and it sets up Kevin’s plan to give his sexual mentor and talented cock sucker Ms. Chan a special gift… his cock in her other holes.
BIG FAT COCK: Double Penetration Fun has Kevin, with the help of his submissive mother, giving his paraplegic sexual advisor an amazing sex filled birthday.
BIG FAT COCK: Dumb Cheerleader has Kevin feeling a little insecure about scoring a girl on his own. After a lengthy discussion with guru Ms. Chan, he uses his BFC to seduce and dominate a hot blonde.
BIG FAT COCK: Eating Asian has Kevin meeting a visiting niece from Japan, with whom he not only practices his oral skills, but also takes her virginity. That night at her hotel, he dines on three Japanese pussies and fucks the three Japanese beauties during his first foursome.
BIG FAT COCK: Ebony Sinners where after a morning wake-up blow job and fucking from his Mom, Kevin engages in two wicked encounters while they’re at church. First, a rendezvous as the service starts with one of his pets who is Minister’s wife Mrs. Grady in the preacher’s office, and then after learning the identities of a few of Mrs. Grady’s lesbian church going pets, he is surprised to be summoned beckoned back to Minister Grady’s office for an anal encounter with eighty-year-old black choir leader Mrs. Baker.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.
Note 4: Please note all characters are at least 18-years-old.
Big Fat Cock: Educating Mrs. Walker
Once we returned home from church early that afternoon, I chatted with Mom about a threesome I was planning for Mrs. Grady and her unsuspecting coed daughter Tamara that evening… which would likely turn out to be a foursome, once I enlisted my Mom’s participation. But regardless of our still-to-be-finalised plans for this evening, we agreed she could go shopping for lingerie on her own, since I wanted to be ready, locked and loaded for what would hopefully be my seduction of Mrs. Walker early this afternoon. I was particularly excited about seducing her, since she was a hot MILF I’d had my eye on for years, but I’d just learned this morning that not only was she one of Mrs. Grady’s pets, but she was very submissive.
A couple hours later, I arrived at Mrs. Walker’s house to tutor her son Ben. Ben was an accomplished hockey player, but he was failing calculus. He wasn’t a complete asshole per se, but he wasn’t a very nice guy either… unlike his older sister, who was really sweet… although away at college… and fucking hot.
Mrs. Walker opened the door wearing a blue dress and beige coloured nylons… no shoes. I glanced down and saw her toenails were painted a fun purple. That was all it took for me to start getting hard.
“Hi, Kevin,” she greeted me warmly, like she always did.
“Hi, Mrs. Walker,” I greeted her back.
“I’ve asked you many times to call me Jasmine,” she smiled, having made that overture almost every time I called her Mrs. Walker. It always seemed wrong, but after my recent sexual awakening, I felt way more comfortable addressing her as a social equal instead of placing her on a pedestal… but given what I’d learned about her this morning, maybe I’d be placing her on the kitchen table, the washing machine, or her bed.
“Yes, I’m sorry, Jasmine,” I said, as I admired her slim body. For a woman in her forties, she was in great shape. Truth be told, she seemed to have lost some weight in the past little while. Deciding to compliment her to begin planting the seeds for my seduction, I said, “You look great today, Jasmine.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she smiled as she closed the door, and like always in her house, I slipped out of my shoes.
“No, I mean it,” I continued. “Have you lost some weight?”
“I have,” she said. “Started a Noom diet. It’s worked out very well so far.”
“Very well indeed, it’s definitely güvenilir bahis working,” I said, giving her body a sly, not overly subtle, but not overly aggressive, once over.
“Thanks,” she said. “Ben is in his room.”
“Okay,” I said and then asked, “And Jasmine…”
“Yes, Kevin?”
“Can you please bring me a class of water when you get a chance?”
“Sure,” she smiled.
I headed to Ben’s room and found him on his bed playing on his Xbox. He sighed, “I was hoping you wouldn’t come today.”
“Then I can leave,” I offered, not needing to be here… at least not for him… nor needing the money.
“Mom wouldn’t like that,” he said, continuing his gaming.
“Then let’s get to work,” I said.
“In a few minutes,” he said, disrespecting my time.
Old me would have said nothing, and would have stewed quietly, but with my newfound confidence, I didn’t need to take bullshit like this from anyone. So I stepped over and abruptly pressed the Off button on his machine.
“What the fuck?” he demanded, instantly pissed.
“You knew what time I was coming, and I have other things to do today, so let’s get started,” I said.
“But I was winning.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said, standing my ground… I was beginning to like this new Kevin.
He stood up just as his mother walked into the room. “I brought you boys some snacks.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, shifting instantly from entitled asshole to kiss-ass nice guy.
“Yes, thanks Jasmine,” I said, once again awarding her a lengthy admiration of her hot, slender body.
“No problem,” she said, setting a tray down with some homemade cookies and handing me a bottle of water.
“Thanks, Jasmine,” I said, enjoying my use of her given name… as of today, knowing a secret about her she didn’t know I knew.
“Well, let me know if you need anything,” she said.
“Will do,” I said, watching her ass as she walked away.
“Would you stop drooling over my Mom?” Ben complained in disgust.
I ignored his comment, since very soon I’d likely have my dick inside her, “Turn to page 83.”
“Fine, whatever,” he said, even more annoyed and ignorant than usual. Truthfully, except following a big Hockey loss a few weeks ago, he’d always been pretty civil with me.
“Look, I don’t need to be here,” I said. “I’m the one who’s getting an A in calculus.”
“What’s the point of knowing calculus anyway?” he asked wearily, glaring at me as he snatched his calculus textbook from his desk.
“Depends on what you want to do with your life,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t necessarily have any use for it at all after he finished high school.
“Nothing that needs me to figure out the value of x,” he said.
“But you need to pass the course if you want a hockey scholarship,” I pointed out.
“Yeah,” he sighed.
So for the next hour, I tutored him. Once he got past his hostility over whatever was bugging him, he was okay to deal with. He wasn’t as dumb as most kids I tutored, he just needed a lot of repetition and positive reinforcement. By the end of the hour, I was pretty happy with his skill level for this week’s content.
“Thanks, and I’m sorry for being such an asshole at first,” he said.
“No worries,” I said.
“Thanks,” he said, grabbing his fall jacket. “I’m off to meet up with Maggie.”
“Good luck on your test,” I said, as he headed out… and I followed him down the hallway.
“Thanks,” he said. He then called out, “I’m out of here; bye, Mom.”
She didn’t respond, nor did he stay long enough to hear the reply that wasn’t forthcoming. I walked into the living room and saw Jasmine’s laptop lying open on the coffee table.
I don’t know why I decided to look… or what I was expecting to find… and the screen was black… meaning she’d been away from it for at least a little while… but I sat down and tapped the mousepad. I then tapped on the website at the bottom, and Twitter popped up.
With porn.
With nothing but porn!
There was a gif of a woman licking another woman with the caption: Good daughters please their mothers.
My eyes went wide. I’d been told earlier today she was a submissive… and bisexual… but when I looked up at her Twitter handle, I gasped… it was silkstockings69.
I followed this woman on Twitter! She was a very prolific and popular erotic writer who wrote stories in a variety of genres, but lesbian, incest and illustrated were the ones I read the most often… the Incest category having recently become my go to for a quick read, ever since I became a literal mother fucker a couple weeks ago.
Mrs. Walker was the one and only silkstockingslover… which was her Literotica handle.
No fucking way!
I scrolled through a few more posts, including her announcement of a story just released today, a hot retweet of an Asian cheerleader on a bus getting fucked. There was also a retweet of a sexy picture of Selena Gomez in stockings, with the response so yummy, güvenilir bahis siteleri and a wicked picture of a teen girl wearing a strap-on with the words: Mommy we need to talk… posted by someone named Mistressr3, which I’d have to check out later.
Ben had left the house and was gone.
The shocking truth was revealed.
My dick was throbbing in my pants.
I’d already been planning to fuck Jasmine this afternoon.
And apparently she was even more open-minded than I’d known when I arrived.
So how about I forgot about all the sweet talk I’d been planning, and cut right to the chase right now?
I saw the door to the basement was open, which it hadn’t been before, so maybe she was doing some laundry, especially since I recalled seeing her walking past Ben’s room carrying a laundry basket a few minutes ago.
I sneakily ‘spilled’ some coke from her nearby glass onto the crotch of my jeans and pulled them off, as well as my underwear, which I just tossed onto the floor, and I hurried down to the basement wearing no more than just my socks below the waist and a button-down shirt on top, which of course didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Jasmine, are you down here?” I sang out.
“Over here,” she called back from a short distance away.
I walked into the laundry room, jeans in hand, and asked, seeing the dryer had just started, and luckily she was putting another load into the machine, my often-ignored Lord once again seeming to be squarely on my side on this super Sunday, “Can you please toss these in? I just spilt pop on them.”
“Oh sure,” she said, turning to face me, and then glancing down and seeing I wasn’t wearing much of anything, and my big erection was pointing directly at her. She took them from me, her face going a little red, and she turned back around, and without any comment, added my jeans to the load. I watched her from behind, as she started the machine.
When she turned around, she kept her eyes carefully directed at mine instead of at my dick, which was still locked and loaded and pointing at her, “We should go get you some pants.”
“No, it’s okay,” I said. I asked, as I kept my arms at my sides to give her a very clear look at my hard and impressive crotch (which she was still studiously ignoring), “May I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” she said, looking around at everything except for the elephant below my waist. “Right after we get you some pants, or at least a towel.”
“No, it’s okay, Jasmine,” I repeated. “Truth be told, my jeans were a bit tight, and Big Willy here needed some room to breathe.”
She started to brush past me, when I asked, while stepping in front of her, “So does Mrs. Grady know?”
“Does she know what?” she asked, her eyes going wide at just the mention of her black Mistress’s name.
“Your big secret,” I said.
“What big secret?” she asked, obviously trying to figure out which of her big secrets I knew, while she took just the slightest glance down at my big fat cock… it was barely noticeable, yet I saw her do it.
“Actually I know a few of them. For starters, you’re a submissive pussy licker for Danai Grady,” I said bluntly.
“Kevin, I…” she began, but I interrupted her.
“Go ahead and take a look down there, Jasmine,” I offered. “We both know you want to.”
“Kevin, whatever you’re attempting is seriously inappropriate,” she rebuked me as forcefully as she could manage. Which given her obvious nervousness, was pitiful. Not to mention she did in fact glance down at what I was packing… or rather at what I’d already unpacked, and even starched.
“Go ahead…” I said, resting my hands on her shoulders as a suggestion, but not at all forcefully for now, “…take a closer look.”
“Kevin…” she said, but then stopped in mid-breath… clearly flustered… and she also didn’t drop to her knees, like most of her of characters would do whenever a man or a woman settled their hands on a submissive’s shoulders.
“Think of yourself as a character in one of your stories,” I added, not revealing all the truth I knew.
Her cheeks went redder.
“Go ahead, silkstockingslover,” I continued, and now her cheeks went ruby red, and her eyes got huge like saucers, “If you’re like the submissive characters in most of your stories, then your legs should be getting weak about now, your mind fighting a losing battle, your desire to submit consuming you, and your need to obey me overcoming any last vestiges of your willpower.”
“Kevin…” she repeated, her entire demeanor one of shock, the slowly building look of lust in her eyes giving away the inevitable punch line to this confrontation. Which was very much like I’d just described it to her.
“Knees,” I ordered, just the one word. A word that she herself employed in lots of her stories. A word that always led to the prey sinking to her knees. Soon followed by a cock in the woman’s mouth, or her face buried in a pussy. Ironically, it was the same word she was sometimes criticized iddaa siteleri for overusing. Yet just as she sometimes argued in her own defense, I too couldn’t think of another word that could possibly achieve the same impact. Just the one word, uttered with a firm tone, and the new hierarchy was established clearly.
“Kevin, Ben is upstairs,” she said, fighting off her inevitable submission more effectively than I’d anticipated, although since she was now taking regular glances down at the joystick between my legs, her resistance was weak at best.
“He went to see his girlfriend,” I said. “He called out to you saying so, but I guess you didn’t hear him, since you didn’t answer.”
“You’re sure?” she asked, now with more hesitation in her voice, and allowing herself a lengthier glance at my dick.
“Yeah, I watched him slip into his shoes and leave,” I said, my hands still resting on her shoulders, still suggesting but not insisting.
“Why do you think I’m silkstockingslover?” she asked, still hedging her bets… hoping against hope I was bluffing.
“I feel slightly bad about this, but your laptop was open, so I got curious, opened your browser, and went right to your Twitter page,” I answered. “Which I was already very familiar with, since I’m a big fan.”
“Oh,” was all she said, realizing her own carelessness had led to my potentially disastrous discovery.
“Your secret is safe with me, in part because for a couple of weeks I’ve been creating some secrets of my own. And you write terrific stories,” I both reassured and complimented her.
“Thanks,” she said, her head in a complete daze, just like many of her characters. Then with a cagy look in her eyes, she asked, “What kind of secrets are you gathering?”
“Okay, fair enough,” I agreed. “You know Joan Walsh?”
“Yes of course, she’s your mother.”
“She’s also my submissive pet, and I fuck all three of her holes on a regular basis,” I revealed… sensing because of Jasmine’s writing persona, her secret submissive lesbian side and the fact she wrote a plethora of kinky incest stories made her a rather safe secret holder.
“Wow! That’s a pretty big secret,” she said, a little surprised.
“Well, I know you like your incest stories,” I said.
“I do like writing taboo stuff,” she agreed. “I mean, with some name changes I could likely write your story.”
“Really?” I said, thinking I haven’t even told her about how it al began.
“Yeah, the only thing hotter than a taboo story is a true taboo story,” she added.
“Well, then I’m more than willing to give you my wild story,” I said.
“About to get wilder,” She smiled.
“Oh, I have only told you a sliver of my pets,” I smiled, enjoying having another wise woman to share my conquests with. “For example, my Mommy-slut is also your Mistress Danai Grady’s submissive pet, but Danai is one of my growing pet harem.”
“Shit, appearances sure can be deceiving,” she said.
“A big fat cock changes everything,” I smiled
“Agreed,” she nodded, as she glanced down at my hard dick. “Maybe I should take a more up close and personal view to get to know the cock I will be writing about.”
“I love the way you think,” I agreed. “So let’s role play that you’re a hot MILF character in a real life version of one of your stories,” I said, gently pushing her down. This time as I’d anticipated, she obediently lowered herself to her knees.
Then staring at my hard cock, she gasped in complete astonishment, “Holy shit!”
“Like?” I asked, gazing possessively down at her.
“It’s so big!” she said, as she mindlessly grasped it in her left hand.
“Which is most impressive?” I asked. “My length or my girth?”
“They’re both very impressive,” she answered, completely captivated by my cock.
“Are you enjoying performing as a character in your story, instead of living vicariously through them?” I asked.
“You’re eighteen, right?” she asked, not looking at me at all, but fixated on the cock she was clutching in her hand.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, even though she kept stroking my hard cock.
“How many times have you masturbated about a student of yours?” I asked, knowing from reading her Twenty Questions essays, many of her personal fantasies were about being seduced and dominated by a student… male or female… although she tended to write more about females taking charge of her.
“You’re not one of my students,” she pointed out.
“True, true,” I nodded, not that she was looking at me. “Then how many times have you masturbated or written about someone named Jasmine being sexually dominated by a younger man?”
“Lots of times,” she admitted.
“And how many times has this fantasy become a reality?”
“Never.”
“Then it’s time to turn fiction into fact,” I said, as I traced my cock head around her lips.
“But you can’t tell anyone,” she reminded me, as her gaze remained transfixed on my cock.
“Oh, I don’t fuck and tell,” I said, which was mostly true. “For instance Mom trusts me only to tell a very select few people about her, and as soon as I get home, I’ll tell her that you know about her. I think she’ll be thrilled! And I don’t think either of us keep many secrets from Danai.”
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