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CHAPTERTHREE

MILF X MILF 1 💦💦🫦

FREDDIE’S POV

“Mom, why do I have to go to the Calebs, I told you…those people are weird mum.” I stopped in my tracks and stared her dead in the eyes.

“Oh my boy! Miranda is coming over for some project we need to complete and I don't want any disturbances” she patted my head and pecked me on my chin.

Ann, my foster mom, has been nothing but good to me and all my twenty one years of living with her, she's proven that I'm her little baby which is kinda hot. She lost her husband to a ghastly car accident three years ago and it took a toll on us. She became very sick and distant until late last year, when Miranda, her friend, came over and they discussed and worked on some “projects.” But the truth is…I caught them havisexsex with each other which really turned me on.

They made sweet noises, spanked themselves, humped on each other’s wpussyssy, and scissored themselves. It went on like that, my mum and her friend hsexsex and sent me to the Calebs because they do not want any “disturbance”

They weren't aware that the door wasn't closed, I stood in the dark peeping as mom bounced her huge butt on Miranda who was wearing a strap. It was so fun for me. All I did was get my Vaseline oil and I started stroking dickick, and that was the first and last time I ever saw thfuckuck.

Miranda on the other hand has always been hot and I appreciate the fact that she doesn't see me as a little boy anymore. I remember when mom went to a conference in Paris, and told me to spend the night at Miranda’s place….

FLASHBACK (MIRANDA’S PLACE)

“Coming…” Miranda yelled when I rang the bell at her mansion. She sauntered downstairs in a flimsy excuse of a nightgown that showed her curvy figure and perky boobs. Hnipplesles already hardened through the lace material making me brick up instantly. I subtly hid it, crossing my arms in front of my zipper before stepping into her house.

“Welcome Freddie…Had dinner yet?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” I nodded shyly.

She walked past me into the kitchen and damn, she smells fuckinging good. She's my mom's friend but I do not care. I see the green lights she keeps giving me and I really don't mifuckinging my mom’s best friend.

She finished from the kitchen and told me she was going to bed, instructing me to turn off the lights when I was done playing games in the sitting room. Maybe I read the signs wrongly, maybe she was just being nice to me because of my mum or I really can't tell anymore.

Twenty minutes later, I heard a faint buzzing sound.

I tried to ignore it but I heard it louder this time and decided to check. I climbed the stairs and traced the noise to Miranda’s room and impulsively turned the door knob, only to find her with a pink rose moaning loudly to none other than me (Freddie…her best friend's son).

I stood rooted in my spot, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

“Freddie?…oh my goodnesfuckuck” she scrambled around trying to get herself decent.

“No…no I’m sorry for walking in on, y’know…” I tried to get my words together. But on the other hand, with her legs opepussyssy glistening, and her heavy chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath…she looked really ravishing and if she wants it, I’m down. No scratch that, she definitely wants it because she starts taking slow steps towards me.

I slowly moved until my back hit the wall and I stopped. She held me by the collar and pulled me close to herself while she did the unexpected. She crashed her lips on mine and palmed cockock through my shorts. I let her kiss me with urgency and fervor as I did everything in me to match her pace but it seems Miranda is just a badass MILF that likes to be in control. Well, take care of me mama.

She pushed me on the bed, stripped and went straight for cockock that’s already hard in my briefs. Her fingers slowly wrapped around cockock. She quickly started licking and stroking.

“Fuckkkkk…Jesus, Miranda. You’re gonna kill me” I voiced out. She increased her pace and stopped instantly. I was shocked as to why she did that

“Why’d you…”

“Shhhhh…” She shushed me, getting up from where I laid sprawled on her bed. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked towards her closet. She pulled open a drawer and what I saw shocked me.

Cuffs, chains, straps, blindfolds, whips…“Hofuckuck Miranda” I whispered in complete shock. She turned to me with a smile that made my stomach flip. I’m about to experience sexsex on another level, and I can’t lie but say I’m hard as rock at the mere anticipation of it.

She looked nothing like my mom’s friend right now, but she looked like a goddess who knew exactly how to break me.

“Your back on the bed, Freddie,” she ordered, her voice low and firm, no more sweet smiles; she meant business now. “With your arms above your head.”

I obeyed without thinking, my body moved before my brain even caught up with her words. The sheets were cool against my skin as I completely stretched out. Miranda climbed onto the bed, straddling my waist. Her wpussyssy lips brushed teasingly against my stomach, leaving a wet trail that made me groan.

She reached for the leather wrist cuffs first, I guess that was what she intended to use first. The thick leather material felt surprisingly soft as she buckled them tightly around my wrists, then clipped it to the metal rings she must have installed on her headboard. My arms were now stretched and secured. The next was the ankle cuffs, she spread my legs wide and fastened them to the bottom corners of the bed, leaving me completely hard, open, and helpless.

“Look at you,” she murmured, running her nails lightly down my chest. “All tied up for me...Such a good boy already.” cockock stood rock-hard, throbbing against my stomach, with precum glistening at the tip. Miranda noticed it and smirked.

Then she picked up the blindfold, a soft black satin and leaned over me, her breasts brushing my face as she tied it securely over my eyes, everything went completely dark but my other senses sharpened instantly. The scent of her arousal, the sound of her breathing, and the heat radiating from her body all seems to turn me on more.

“Your safe word is ‘red’ if it gets too much,” she said calmly, her fingers tracing my jaw. “Then you say ‘yellow’ if you need me to slow down. Understand?”

“Yes… Mistress,” I breathed, the title slipping out naturally.

“Good boy,” she answered. This feels so right.

I heard the faint jingle of tnippleple clamps as she approached me. The cool metal touched my lenippleple, making me gasp as she tightened it just enough to send a sharp sting through my chest. She also fixed the right one the same way she did the left. The chain connecting them rested cool against my skin and with every little movement I made, the chains tugged deliciously.

I felt the soft tails of the flogger brush glide teasingly over my thighs, my balls, and up the length of my achicockock. And then…thwack!!! A light stroke landed across my inner thigh, not too hard, but enough to make me jerk against the cuffs.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “My best friend’s son, all spread out and dripping for me.”

“Please…” I whimpered. She set the flogger aside. Then I heard her moving again, i felt her weight settle between my spread legs. Her warm mouth suddenly popped the head of cockock into her wet, hot, and perfect mouth. She sucked me deep, swirling her tongue around cockock while one hand tugged gently on the chain between tnippleple clamps. Pain and pleasure shot through me in waves as I growled loudly, unable to control myself. And just when I thought I was about to explode, she pulled off with a wet pop.

“Not yet,” she said sternly. “You don’t get cumcum until I say so.”