Mom Against Involuntary Celibacy

Sitting astride the toilet seat inside the stall in the male restroom, Paige Allison was putting a lot of effort into her current endeavor. Thick and sculpted legs, spread wide and stretching her blue denim shorts, kept the girl stable as she angled her shapely body and leaned forward even further.

She opened up another inch of her mightily struggling orifice. She gave a strained groan as its muscles tensed up once again. Their reflexive contractions forced her to take an unplanned, hasty breath, helping her narrowly avoid yet another embarrassing interruption.

"Relax," a male voice said, as its owner felt the sudden intake of air. "Stop trying so hard. You've done this before, so why don't you just do it the same way again?"

With her back still facing the door, the harried girl straightened up and removed the obstruction that prevented her from speaking. She held it between her fingers, blowing a hot sigh over its surface, as she looked up at the looming figure above and let out a frustrated groan.

"Because 'before' was in much better conditions," she said, casting a sideways glance at the dirty wall covered in crude graffiti. "I had more time to get the hang of it, without worrying someone might barge in and --"

"Tough luck," said the guy she was with, his hand pressing firmly on the back of the girl's head. "You gotta learn faster. What do I need you for if you can't even suck my cock properly?"

"Ugh, I hate you sometimes..." She winced and shuddered. "I know you figured out that this is pushing all my buttons, but it'd be nice if you treated me like an actual girlfriend once in a -- Tyler? Fuck, don't tell me you're gon--"

Further words were muffled and unintelligible, as her mouth was stretched again over the substantial girth of Tyler's large cock. It went well past her crimson red lips and grazed the back of her throat all over again. Like before, the girl's resolve was being sorely tested, and she had to try and control the responses of her own body to stop herself from gagging over the teen's massive erection.

"Ahh, yes, that's right," he groaned. "Swallow every last inch... And don't pretend you're not loving this, when I drag you out here and use your slutty holes however I want. I bet your pussy is a fucking waterfall right now, and all you can think of is how you wish I'd put my cock in there and fuck your brains out until you squirt!"

With every dirty word he said, the vibrating noises that Paige's mouth tried to emit only grew in their frantic intensity. Rocking back and forth, her sprawling butt bounced on the seat repeatedly, and each time it fell back with a clapping sound of hard plastic.

At last, her whole body quaked and shuddered. Her gaping mouth shook around the thick rod, as she held on to Tyler's legs for purchase while a shiver of orgasmic excitement traveled down the length of her spine.

Feeling her mouth and body quiver around his rock-hard manhood, the young man responded with an amused chuckle. "Guess I don't even need to do that, huh? All I did was have her choke on my big cock, and my horny slut of a girlfriend is creaming herself already!" He laughed again, moving his hand away and pulling out a few inches of his long pole. "It's alright, though, you did good. No need to deep-throat. Just get me off and swallow my cum, like the good and naughty girl you are..."

A humming purr reached his ears. He felt how the relieved cocksucker attacked his dick with renewed enthusiasm. She slobbered around his twitching organ, hitting all the sensitive spots with her dexterous tongue, and at the same time caving her cheeks to suck eagerly on its bulbous head.

It didn't take long before Tyler let out the telltale groan. He grunted and gasped, spurting a large load inside the girl's suckling mouth.

She swallowed it with gusto, savoring the tangy flavor, while the virile teenager kept pouring more and more cum down his girlfriend's gulping throat. It took many shots before his eruption drew to a close, at which point she finished the job and sucked out the final drops through the wide slit of his massive pole.

"Ahh," he panted, enjoying the oral ministrations, "that's what I'm talking about! Lick it nice and clean... You sure love my cum, don't you, slut?"

"Fuck! It is tasty, not gonna lie," she gasped around his softening dick. "Mmm, yeah, so good..." She sucked on it some more before asking, "Ugh, how much time do we have?"

"A few more minutes. Why?"

Sighing, Paige gave her boyfriend's cock a final squeeze. "Because you're right, I'm so fucking horny right now! If I didn't have that stupid math class, I swear I'd let you fuck me right here, but, ugh... I really can't..."

Hearing that, Tyler's faltering manhood experienced a new rush of excitement. It grew rapidly between his girlfriend's pouty lips, its sudden twitch surprising the auburn-haired girl and making her give a soft gasp.

"Why not?" he challenged her. "Since when do you care about math? You got a B+ on that last test I helped you with, and I bet you could just coast for the rest of --"

"Not with Mrs. Goodwin," said Paige, releasing his chubby dick. "Look, you don't know her, but she's a total stickler for the rules. If I want to keep that final B, I'm pretty sure I'll have to show up to every single class until we graduate."

He scoffed at that, but didn't push the girl any further. He knew there were some limits as to how far he could go with his nubile yet curvy redhead.

A quick blowjob during recess, administered in a cramped stall of the school bathroom, was already somewhat beyond her typical comfort zone. She nonetheless sucked him off daily, ever since the two teenagers became a couple a little over a week ago, and it turned her on immensely to obey her domineering beau.

But allowing him to fuck her as well, bent over the toilet seat like a cheap whore?... Yeah, that was probably too much to ask of her right now. They were still quite early into their steamy new relationship, and although Paige had already become more submissive and eager to please Tyler however he liked, it was clear she needed a little more time to fully come to grips with her role as his personal fucktoy.

And Tyler was perfectly okay with that. For him, this was also a learning experience. Having lost his virginity only a few weeks ago, the newly minted stud was still getting familiar with the intricacies of different sexual dynamics. Each one of his four lovers, smoking hot though they all were, required a specific approach to bring out their erotic selves and have them truly blossom around his hard manhood.

It was something that the horny teenager had been figuring out more or less on the fly. Still, he felt like he already got a pretty good idea just how dominating he could be -- or rather,shouldbe -- with his MILFs and his young girlfriend.

"Okay, if you say so," he eventually told Paige. "You gotta do what you gotta do, I suppose..."

She let out a sigh. "Thanks."

"Sucks, though. I guess not every teacher can be as cool as Mrs. Lopez, huh?"

"Yeah, not even close," she said wryly. "If you ask me, you're very lucky to have math classes with theChesty Chica."

He chuckled. "You heard that nickname?"

"Of course," she said, her butt sliding down the toilet seat. "Would be hard not to. All the guys in my class always say how they wish she was our teacher instead. Honestly, I wouldn't mind that either..."

"Well, she's definitely not as strict as Mrs. Goodwin," Tyler agreed. "And yeah, she's also, uh, pretty well equipped..."

Paige perked up at this. "Ooh, so that's what you pay attention to in her class, huh?" she teased him. "Gee, I'm amazed you managed to learn anything!"

He scoffed at her playful ribbing. "Pff! You know that I don'thave tolet you suck on my cock, right? It's a courtesy I reserve only for my best sluts," he quipped, earning himself both a smile and an eye roll.

With his pants pulled up and buckled, Tyler peeked outside to make sure his girlfriend could leave the men's bathroom unseen. Once out of there and back in the hallway, he gave her freckled cheek a kiss and her ass a lascivious squeeze. He then watched that sumptuous ass walk away with an alluring and seductive sway.

As he did so, the horny eighteen-year-old couldn't help but to grin. He had plenty of reasons to feel incredibly lucky, at least as far as his sexual life was concerned. While his cute and increasingly adventurous girlfriend was currently on the forefront of his mind, she was only one of the several women whom the lusty teenager was fucking on a regular basis.

Included among them, much to his continued astonishment, was his stunningly beautiful mother Chelsea.

It was several weeks ago that the buxom blonde took the boy's overdue virginity. Since then, she and Tyler would often have sex multiple times a day. Indeed, as long as they were around each other, it would never be more than a few hours before they'd start going at it again like bunnies.

His mom would always amaze him with how eager she was to fulfill what she calledher motherly duty.She performed it with uncanny enthusiasm, offering up her voluptuous body for the horny boy to use whenever he wanted. Day after day, the doting mother worked tirelessly to attend to her son's sexual needs, making sure that the formerly virginal teen would never feel celibate again.

Especially as of late, with her outfits turning more and more skimpy, her dedication to the cause had become more evident than ever. Coming back home, Tyler could now expect a sexy surprise each and every day, and all of them would end up with him pushing his hard cock into the hot, heavenly tight pussy of his smoking hot mother.

"Yo! Tyler! Way to go, dude!"

A gruff, audibly wheezing voice pulled him out of his salacious reverie. He turned around, noticing the familiar silhouette of his corpulent friend and regarding it with a frowning squint.

"Logan? What the fuck are you on about?"

A cheeky, lecherous grin dig deep into the guy's round face. He let out a mild scoff and glanced meaningfully past Tyler. He was looking at the same spot where Paige's curvaceous figure had just disappeared behind a corner.

"As if you didn't know! Since when did you start, you know, like actuallydatingher and shit?" asked Logan, in a tone that mixed genuine awe with an audible note of envy. "That's kinda cool... I mean, sure, she's probably putting out for half of the football team, but for a guy like you or me that's still --"

"Did you just fucking call her a slut?!"

Logan stopped talking immediately, as his friend's menacing glare bore into him with a threatening glint. Although he was shorter than him only by one meager inch, right now Tyler's intimidating posture was enough to make the broader teenager back off immediately.

"Whoa, sorry, dude, I didn't mean to --"

"You sure as fuck didn't!" Tyler said to his face, and scoffed. "'Cause otherwise your fat face would've already met my fist -- you know, just like when you were talking creepy shit about my mom and saying how 'hot' and --"

"Geez, Ty, alright, I'm sorry! Calm down, okay?" The shorter teen took a labored breath, as Tyler gave him one last angry look. "I'm just looking out for you, man, and trying to tell you how it is. I always stayed away from those cheerleaders, because I knew they can be really fucking cruel and nasty, and I just think it would suck if you, uh, you know, got heartbroken and shit..."

A snorting chuckle left Tyler's nose. Having indeed calmed down, after successfully defending the honor of his girlfriend-slash-fucktoy, he was once again looking at his longtime friend with a much more sympathetic eye. For all his faults, Logan had always been his loyal companion -- be it while they were fragging noobs together in PUBG, or comparing the hypothetical merits of engaging in sexual intercourse with various girls and women they knew.

And yes, the topic of Tyler's mom did come up once during the latter activity. The saucy punch Logan had received then didn't appear to have strained their friendship in the slightest.

"Yeah, okay, that's a pretty good joke," Tyler said, smirking at the many things he hadn't shared with his friend. "Look, it's nice of you to worry, but I got Paige Allison exactly where I want her. She's not fucking anyone but me, and that's not going to change anytime soon."

Logan's jaw rebounded after a short drop. "Huh... Alright, man, if you say so," he said, letting out a sigh that at the end turned into an appreciative whistle. "Damn, that must be really nice -- and so fucking unfair! How come thatyouget to fuck a hot chick like this, when a nice guy like me can't even get a fucking prom date?"

Tyler blinked, staring at his indignantly moping friend. He had to muster all his willpower not to break into mocking laughter. Sure, a few months ago he might've had more empathy for Logan and his nearly nonexistent love life. Nowadays, though, when he was getting laid left and right, Tyler found it outright impossible to commiserate with his presumably still virginal friend.

And yet, that didn't mean he was totally indifferent to Logan's plight. He just knew that blaming the world for your failures did nothing to undo them, or to prevent them from happening in the future. It was way more productive to tackle their actual causes head-on, and the first step was to correctly identify what exactly was the real problem.

In Logan's case, doing so would be exceedingly easy. It was so easy, in fact, that Tyler didn't even think about it much when he blurted out a brief summary of his friend's issues. His report was impressively short and perfectly accurate, on top of being brutally honest.

"Because you're a fat slob who could stand to use the bathroom more," he said.

"What the fuck?" Logan gasped. "Not cool, man!"

"I'm just telling you how it is," quipped Tyler, flashing him a crafty grin. "Okay, look, no offense, but you really need get your shit together at some point. Why not now? If you just washed your greasy hair once in a while, got a better haircut than those mushroom stalks that you got right now, and maybe watched some UPipe video about, like, proper grooming and stuff, then maybe girls like Paige wouldn't try to avoid you like a plague? You know, just a thought..."

His friend groaned. Although each one of Tyler's painful observations made him wince, it would be impossible to deny they were all perfectly on point.

Still, that didn't mean Logan wouldn't get pointlessly defensive about it.

"That's all easy for you to say! You don't know how it is for guys like me..."

"Quit this dumb bullshit," Tyler shot back, remembering what Logan said earlier. "You got itwayeasier than me. Like seriously, what the fuck is up with all this flab?" He pointed at his friend's expansive midsection. "I only have a tiny gym in my basement, while you got a fucking fitness club in yours, and your stupid ass is not even using it!"

Logan's nostrils flared at first, as though he was ready to deliver an incisive retort. But he didn't. He let out a heavy sigh instead, shaking and then dropping his head in resignation. "Yeah, I know. It's just that... It's technically my stepmom's, and I don't even know how to use half the stuff in there, so, ugh..."

"Geez! When did I step into a pity party? And where's the exit?"

Tyler was ribbing his chubby friend further; and this time, it looked like Logan was too deflated to offer any more excuses. Hanging his head dejectedly, he balled his fists and gave out a frustrated, almost angry growl.

The sight of him, looking all sullen and gloomy, gave Tyler a major pause. He felt a sting of guilt, realizing he might've gone a little overboard with his frank assessment. He didn't actually want to put Logan down, and everything he had said earlier had been genuine advice which he thought could really help him.

Evidently, though, his sulking friend needed more guidance beyond just a few throwaway comments.

"Alright, listen," said Tyler, as he approached Logan and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "if you want, I can show you how to use all this gear that you've got in the basement. Well, most of it I guess, 'cause it's not like I'm a gym rat myself, but I sure know a thing or two... So? How about that, huh? Your lazy ass might have one less excuse to finally get your shit together..."

Silence hung for a moment, as the two young men stood in the empty hallway. It was already past the bell, so no one else was around. With many students skipping class on the account of beautiful warm weather, the school building had fallen eerily quiet.

It was quiet enough, in fact, that Tyler heard the distinct wheezing of his friend's sharp inhale. He could swear it sounded like a sniffle, but he chose to dismiss the notion as too ridiculous even for him.

Logan then stuttered, "I, ugh... If you promise you won't laugh at me, then I guess that would be cool..."

"Promise," Tyler said immediately, giving him another pat. "I mean, have I ever...?"

His friend stared at him. "Uh, yeah? Like a few weeks ago, when I got no-scoped from a mile away by a some dickwad who was clearly aimbotting, and --"

"Okay, fine, but that was like, actually funny," he cut in, giving a half-muffled chuckle. "You literally said, and I quote, 'This spot is totally safe!' like half a second before you were sniped. It was fucking hilarious!... What? It clearly was! But yeah, anyway," Tyler swerved back on topic, as Logan rolled his eyes and sighed, "if you're up for it, then I suppose we better get moving, before we run into hall monitors and get busted into detention..."

"Yeah, man, sounds good," Logan agreed, then quietly added, "Thanks."

Nodding in response, Tyler pulled out his phone and started writing a text to his mother. He quietly grumbled in disappointment, knowing he would miss his regular afternoon session, which usually involved Mom and one of her hot friends. But in these circumstances, he figured it just couldn't be helped.

Sometimes, you had to make a few sacrifices for the sake of an old friendship.

***

It wasn't out of pure selflessness, of course, that Tyler had decided to go out of his way to help Logan. He definitely had an additional motive when he offered to assist the guy with overcoming his fitness woes. That motive had nothing to do with Logan and everything to do with his stepmother.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Avery," Tyler greeted her cheerfully, as they both walked into her modern and expansive kitchen. "It's always great to see you!"

Peeking out from behind the open door of a massive fridge, Brittney Avery at first treated them only to a bored glance. Her gorgeous face became considerably more lively, however, when she realized that her stepson had brought home an unexpected but very welcome guest.

"Hmm...? Oh! Tyler!" she yipped in response, a friendly smile curling her glossy, lavender pink lips. "I'm happy to see you, too!... Wow, it's been a while, huh?"

"Yes, looks like it has," he answered, the lilt of her voice ringing in his ears. "I was a little busy for these past few weeks, because of, uh, school and some other stuff, so I didn't really have time to drop by..."

While he was talking to her, Tyler watched with great interest as Mrs. Avery fetched a bottle of diet coke from the fridge. She pushed the heavy door, closing it with a rubbery thud, and brandished the bottle along with a glass filled to the brim with crushed ice. Taking a better look at her stepson's tall friend, she smiled even wider and approached them with a bouncy flair in her step.

"Oh, that's good," she chirped reflexively, then paused for a second and giggled. "I mean, it's good that it was simply about school! I was worried that maybe you had a falling out with Logan, since I know how he can get a little too whiny at times..."