The Susan Chronicles - Volume 1

To quickly recap our story, we'll need to fall back to "A Close Call with the House Guest". If you have not read it, I suggest that you do so before reading this one.

In a nutshell and to bring you up to speed, Susan is a 5'4", 118 pound 41 year old with a tight body from years of working out regularly. She lives with her husband Ron, her son Randall and at least for the two summer months, their son's teenage friend, Timothy. If you read the previous story, you'll remember that Susan works full time, but has Wednesdays and Sundays off. In fact, everybody has Sundays off. Ron works full time and doesn't get home until after 9pm on Wednesdays and Randall works part time, which includes Wednesday. Ron picks Randall up on Wednesdays, so they don't get home until late in the evenings. Timothy does not work. He's a guest. This means that when Susan is home on Wednesdays between chores, Timothy is always there. You get the gist of it.

If you've read the first segment, you'll recall that Timothy has been spending his alone time on the internet learning about all of the things that interest teenage boys. His sexual awareness has kicked in full time and being home alone with a smoking hot MILF every week had gotten his imagination working over time. He has been reading stories of how married mom's love being taken and ravished by young men and, well, fiction or not, in his imagination it's all quite real. His porn watching habit has been teaching him what to do and he's pretty sure he knows what to do next.

Now last week he went for it, took Susan by surprise, wrestled with her a bit and pinned her down, letting her feel his hard cock pressing against her. Susan however, thought it was just a curious young man playing, fought back playfully and laughed it off. Realizing that he really didn't know what to do next, Timothy let Susan up and she teasingly admonished him for his behavior. He had gone back to his room both a little scared and emboldened at the same time.

"She felt it," he thought. "She looked at it bulging through my shorts. The way she teased me when she walked away means she wants it!" he thought.

Susan on the other hand was thinking, "That was a close call. I'll need to keep an eye on him." At the same time, she was somewhat aroused by the idea that this young man was excited by her. "That was one hard and decent sized cock," she kept thinking to herself. She couldn't help but keep seeing the image of his bulging prick trying to escape the thin gym shorts he had been wearing. There wasn't much left to the imagination. The outline and size was pretty evident.

Fast forward to today, Wednesday. Wednesday had rolled around again quite soon for Susan, but for Timothy it was an eternity and he was ready to give it another go.

"She's getting it this time!" he thought. "I know she wants it. She looked right at it and smiled."

Susan had other plans for the day however and around noon announced that she was headed out for awhile with a friend for the day and walked out the front door.

"Damn it!" he thought frustrated. "I should have been quicker."

He didn't even get a chance to see her that day as he hadn't come out of his room yet and didn't know she was leaving until she announced it from the front door.

"Damn it!"

A little later, Susan met her friend, shopped a little and ended up at an outdoor cafe for sandwiches and wine. They hung out at the cafe for an hour or so and by the time they left, they were both just a little tipsy. Not drunk by any stretch, but feeling pretty good, none the less. They said their goodbyes and Susan headed home, arriving at about 3pm.

Timothy sat around brooding for a bit before going back to the internet and fantasizing about what to do next and researching what women liked. What are their fantasies. How do they like to be seduced. Should he wrestle her again? Should he smooth talk her? It was all so confusing, but he was beginning to come up with a plan. If she would just come home he could give it a try.

He heard the door open and he quickly closed the browsers.

"I'm home," she announced.

He jumped up and ran out to the living room to greet her just a little too quickly.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as he rushed around the corner, almost taking a tumble. "You okay?" She asked?

"I am now," he said without thinking. Then, feeling slightly embarrassed, he said, "I thought I was stuck here alone all day."

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm home for the rest of the day and will get dinner ready in a little bit."

Just then he realized what she was wearing. A short skirt, tennis shoes and her usual tight tank top. She wasn't large breasted, but she sure had perfect tits. He immediately started to stir, and as usual, he was wearing the thin gym shorts, t-shirt and went barefoot. Susan could clearly see him beginning to rise.

"I hope you're going to behave yourself today," she said.

"And what if I don't?" he replied.

"I might have to kick your ass this time", she said playfully, as she still didn't realize how serious this was for him. She was however a bit fascinated by the thought of seeing his cock pop out of those shorts for real. She would never do such a thing with her son's friend, but yet, there it was, that slight hesitation of the imagination and a little bit of wine kicking her guard down a little.

Her comment only seemed to embolden him and he stepped up quickly grabbing her arms again.

"Oh great!," she thought, amused and a little exasperated. "Here we go again."

She tried to twist away like last time, but he was ready for it. She was in shape and strong, but he had the young man strength and determination. He wasn't letting her off that easy.

They stumbled across the floor and eventually fell on the sofa, still entwined and wrestling away. Her knee slid up into his crotch and she felt his cock, harder than ever, pushing against her leg. She instinctively jerked her leg back from it, but that was a mistake as it gave him the leverage he needed to spin her around and mount her from behind. There she was, pinned down, face down on the sofa. Hands held tight, a hard cock pressing against her ass and no way to escape. The only thing between them was a thin pair of gym shorts and her panties, as her skirt had hiked up a bit during the fray.

Now to be clear, this was not a fight. To Susan, it was a wresting challenge that was going a bit to far. There was no animosity. To Timothy, it was the perfect opportunity to give it to her. She wasn't mad. She wasn't fighting. It was fun, and so far they were both grunting, laughing and enjoying it.

Right about that time she felt him relax just a little and took the opportunity to try and escape. She tried to spin quickly, but he rebounded and they both rolled off of the sofa and onto the floor. Nothing had changed. She was still pinned from behind and his hard cock was still firmly pressed against her ass.

"Okay, that's enough," she said. "I have things to do."

"You always have things to do," he said.

"That's right. Be happy you don't have anything to do because eventually you will and it comes along all too soon." She advised.

"Okay," he said, remembering some of the women's fantasy stories he'd been reading and deciding a different strategy. "Why don't I give you a back rub for a bit? Then I'll let you go get things done."

Now this was something she could get into. Her husband, Ron was a back rub master and it always melted her. "That sounds wonderful!" She exclaimed. "But only for a little bit."

He let her wrists go and she briefly thought about making a break for it, but a back rub sounded so good, and she was still feeling the wine just a little. He started slowly, just like in the videos, and worked her shoulders.

"Mm, mm," she moaned. "That feels good."

Emboldened, he worked a little lower and lower. His cock, which had softened just a little, started stiffening back up. She was fully aware of his cock and between that and the back rub, she was enjoying every moment of it. Caution be damned, that cock felt good. As long as it stayed where it was, no harm, no foul.

"You're going to put me to sleep," she said.

"Go ahead," he said. "You deserve it."

He had read in one of his stories that sometimes when women are asleep, they can be fucked, enjoy it, and not even realize they were getting fucked. Of course we all know that that's BS, but it was on the internet, so it must be true, right?

Susan was actually starting to doze a little, so Timothy worked his way down, lifted off of her just a little so that he could lift up her skirt a little more. In doing so the sight of her thin blue panties and the moist spot in her crotch started to drive him wild. He almost creamed at the sight of it. After hiking up her skirt he moved back down looking at his hard on encased in his shorts and pressing against her underwear. This time it was almost too much for him.

Meanwhile, Susan, who had almost been asleep, had woken up. She kept her eyes closed pretending to be asleep and was wondering, "Why am I allowing this?"

He had gone back to rubbing her back, not wanting her to wake her up. Unbeknownst to him, that ship had sailed. He just didn't know it. He was sure she was sound asleep, so he started working her tank top up so he could see her bra.

"Amazing!" he thought. "It matches her panties."

This was a treat he did not expect. Fortunately for him it was a back clasp and after working it for a minute, he figured out how to get it undone.

Again Susan asked herself, "Why am I allowing this?" The back rub, the wine, the cock, it all just felt so good.

"It's time!" Timothy started thinking.

He said quietly, "Susan, are you asleep?"

She heard him, but didn't answer in order to maintain the illusion. She couldn't have him thinking that she was okay with this, so she kept silent. He rubbed her back a little more and tried to run his hands down to her breasts, but she was lying on them and getting to them would surely wake her up, so he gave up and started focusing on what to do next.

He worked back to her ass and started rubbing it gently. He still didn't want to wake her. He sat back a little and pulled his cock completely out of his shorts and let it rest on her ass. He almost lost it again.

He started rubbing her back again and repeated, "Susan, are you asleep?" No answer. She was still maintaining silence. She could feel every bit of it though and was fully aware.

He decided to go a little further. This time he adjusted his position and let his cock slip down between her thighs. He was ever so careful not to wake her up. As hard as she was trying top keep silent, this was too much.

"Uh!" she gasped ever so slightly, simply out of shock. Then she froze, not knowing what to do. She was afraid of letting him know that she was awake at this point, so she relaxed, assuming the sleeping mom pose.

"Mmm," she moaned, trying to maintain the image of just dreaming. All this time Timothy was frozen in fear too.

"What if she wakes up?" he thought. As she settled back into her faux sleep. He started working himself back up. He pussy was definitely wet beneath those panties, so he gently moved them aside so he could see it.

"OMG this is wonderful!" he thought. "This is for real!" he thought.

"OMG!" she thought. "He's looking at my pussy" she thought. "I shouldn't do this!" she thought, But I can't stop it!"

The truth is that she could have stopped it, but she didn't want to. The wrestling was fun, the hard young cock was intriguing. The back rub was gentle and sensual. Her juices were flowing and she simply didn't want this to stop. Even though it should. She wasn't thinking about this anymore though. All she was doing at this point was anticipating what was coming. The inevitable next step.

He looked at her pussy and slowly positioned the tip of his cock against it.

"Uh-hh," she sounded ever so slightly. Barely a breath and with an ever so slight convulsion of her body. He stopped dead again wondering if he was waking her up. She got control of herself and relaxed again. Her eyes never opened.

"Susan, are you asleep?" Nothing. Timothy started pushing the tip of his cock inside very slowly. Susan had control of herself now and maintained a relaxed pose. As he began to feel a little resistance, he pulled back a little, just like he'd read about, and then pushed back in a little further. After doing this 4-5 times he had it all the way in.

"OMG!" she thought. "This is amazing!" She was thinking that it felt a little longer than Ron's and was a lot harder.

"OMG!" he thought. "This is better than I ever imagined. I don't even care if she wakes up now."

About that time Susan lifted her ass up just a little for a better position.

"Is she fucking me back?" he thought as he started going a little faster. She lifted her ass up further to the point that her weight was on her knees a little instead of her stomach.

"This is awesome!" he thought. "I'm getting it all the way in."

He also realized that in this position he could reach her tits. He reached forward with both hands and got them both. He was using them for handholds as he began pumping her harder. He wasn't in full thrust mode yet, but he was going pretty good. He realized that she WAS fucking him back. Her eyes were still closed, but she was fucking him. He was panting. She was panting. He was thrusting. She was thrusting.

He couldn't take much more of this. That's when he felt her starting to shudder. Was she cumming? She was! That was it! He let go with everything he had filling her with his cum. Four hard squirts, another firm squirt, then a few mild convulsive squirts and he was spent.

Susan felt every squirt, every convulsion, every one of them and had cum herself but her orgasm was still going a little. He leaned forward into her but didn't pull out.

She slid forward with a moan, "Mmmmm," and went back to lying flat on her stomach, eyes still closed, sleeping mom illusion still in effect.

"Can she still be asleep," he thought. "Susan, are you asleep?" he asked quietly. Other than a little heavy breathing, there was silence.

He decided to lay there with her, cock still inside, and rest a moment. It couldn't have been but a minute or two at the most and he felt his cock rising again. Susan felt it too.

"OMG!" she thought, "He's not done!" She thought as she felt him getting hard again she started to smile involuntarily, anticipating another round. "Ron can't do this," she thought. "It must be a teen thing."

"OMG!" he thought. "She's smiling."

Susan are you asleep?" he asked a tiny bit louder than before.

She remained silent, but kept the smile going. He started stroking in and out again. She remained flat on her belly for a bit. She knew he would last a little longer this time and wanted to savor it. Eventually she raised her ass a bit allowing him to grasp her hips and lift her up to a full on, face down, ass up position. He pumped harder this time. Not brutally hard, but pretty aggressively and Susan was fully into it now and she started making the usual girl getting a good fuck noises.

"Uh. Uh. Mmmm. Uhuh! Mmm." and this time she was not trying to hide it.

"She's awake!" he thought. "Susan, are you asleep?"

No answer, just the panting and moaning of getting fucked hard.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she began exclaiming. "Fuuuck meee hard!" she said, almost screaming as she started cumming again.

And harder he fucked indeed, knowing full well that she was either awake, or maybe at least deep into a dream. He wasn't experienced and wasn't 100% sure.

It seemed like she came over and over, but in reality it was one long hard orgasm, as sometimes certain women are able to have. Susan was one of those women, but only sometimes. As she finished and started to relax and he started to cum again. This time he pounded as hard as he could. When he was finished, he rolled forward with her, still not pulling his cock out.

"Susan, are you awake?" he asked.

"Of course I'm awake!" she replied with that tone that mom's and wives use when they mean to say "Dumb ass!" without actually saying it.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed in exasperation. "Why didn't you say something?"

"Because you weren't finished with me, and I certainly wasn't finished with you", she replied as a matter of fact.

"Jesus! I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, I don't know what to say." he said nervously.

"Don't say anything," she said. "Don't say anything to anyone! ever!" she demanded. "We have every Wednesday, all summer long, and you'd better not ever tell a soul or we'll have to stop. Don't fuck it up!"

And with that she rolled him over and started sucking his cock. It got hard pretty quick. It took awhile, but she didn't let up until she drained him once again for everything he had left in him. It wasn't a lot.

"Oooh," she thought, "it tastes much better than Ron's. I could get used to this!"

Later that night when Ron got home, she said, "let's go to bed early tonight."

"Okay," he responded curiously, while thinking that she normally liked to stay up a little later.

She went upstairs first and he followed her up a minute later. She was already under the covers. He climbed in and noticed that she was wearing her blue panties and a thin t-shirt that let her nipples poke through. That got his attention right away and he could feel himself getting hard. He stroked her nipples a bit and she moaned just a little. He started rubbing her pussy and realized that it felt just a little slippery and sticky down there at the same time.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

"Yes, but I want fucked! Do you?"

"How do I say no to that?" he replied.

He pulled his shorts off, pulled her panties off and slid his cock right in. No resistance or positioning required.

"God, you're wet and slippery tonight," he mused out loud.

She just pulled him in tighter and responded with, "Just fuck me!"

She hadn't cleaned up after her fucking earlier. She was still horny and wanted to make Ron fuck her while the cum from someone else was still in her. And fuck her he did.

"Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" she kept demanding until she finally exploded in another hard and long and fairly vocal orgasm.

Ron came shortly afterwards and said, "The boys had to have heard that."

"I don't even care! They're big boys now." Susan replied.

"Geeze!" Ron was thinking. "She's a whole new animal tonight. She's wet, slippery, sticky and her pussy feels completely different than normal. Something's up!" he thought. "I'm not sure what, but something is definitely up."

"What's gotten into you?" he asked. "Last week I came home and you wanted me to fuck you silly. Now tonight you went complete animal like a cat in heat and you don't care who knows."

"I just like Wednesdays," she said. "Now go to sleep, I have to work tomorrow."

She turned the light off, knowing full well that he knew something was afoot.

"He'll figure it out on his own," she thought, smiling. "He'll figure it out."

The End