Chapter 19: Handjob from a Sexy MILF

Arthur sat on the edge of the bed while Vanessa’s hand still rested on his knee, her thumb tracing slow circles that inched higher with every breath he took.

She leaned in again, but this time her free hand caught his wrist. Without a word, she guided his palm upward, settling it firmly against the heavy curve of one breast. Her flesh spilled over and around his fingers.

"You can touch me here," she murmured, voice low and steady. "Feel how full they are. But that’s all for tonight." Her eyes held his. "I won’t take everything off. Not yet. Next time... if you’re still this good... I’ll let you see all of me."

Arthur’s fingers flexed almost on their own, cupping and testing her boobs. Their softness practically sucked his fingers in.

Vanessa smiled at the look on his face, then slid off the mattress and knelt between his knees in one smooth motion. Her hands went to his belt, slowly removing it.

Then she opened his pants zipper while maintaining horny eye contact with the younger man. Finally, she tugged his jeans and underwear down together.

"Leave the shirt on," she said, glancing up. "Keep that for later too. Just like I’m keeping the rest of me covered."

She kissed his now free cock and quickly gave some attention to his balls, treating them with reverence.

"It’s more interesting to leave some fun for later," she commented, explaining her decision.

However, truth be told, her reason for not removing her bikini or asking Arthur to take off his shirt was different.

The older woman knew that Arthur was still self-conscious about his weight. Even if most girls would probably find him attractive, and some might even like his extra pounds, she knew that didn’t necessarily mean he felt comfortable with his own body.

Thanks to her conversations with Iris and Arthur’s mother, Vanessa knew that he was a virgin. Whatever experience he had was probably limited to Clarice. That meant almost everything they were about to do would be new territory for him.

As such, Vanessa intended to make the situation as easy and comfortable as possible, giving them time to build intimacy without overwhelming him.

Anyway, his cock was already hard, so she sat on the edge of the bed at his side once again. Vanessa quickly wrapped her fingers around him, giving a slow, testing stroke from base to tip.

"Play with me while I do this," she said. "Wherever you can reach. My breasts, my stomach, my hips, whatever feels good. Just keep your hands on me."

Arthur nodded and immediately moved to play with her tits. He also wanted to give her ass some attention, but with her sitting, it just wouldn’t work.

Meanwhile, Vanessa began to stroke him, twisting slightly on the upstroke, her thumb sweeping across the head to spread the wetness she found there.

Her technique was the best, and the added stimulus of her incredibly sexy body, and being able to play with her tits, only made everything harder.

"You better not cum too fast and ruin all the fun, Arthur," she said, squeezing his cock threateningly.

"Y-yes."

She paused, slowing down just a bit to give him a chance to breathe. "Yes, what?"

Arthur’s thoughts scattered. All he could feel was the tight, hot circle of her hand sliding up and down his cock, and the way her breasts shifted with every small movement of her arm.

However, surprisingly, forcing himself to think about how to answer properly helped him hold back his climax, drawing out the pleasure.

"Say my name when I’m touching you, Arthur. And look me in the eye!"

"Y-yes. Yes, N—Vanessa," he said, holding eye contact. And just then he noticed how horny the woman looked.

"Good boy." Her voice softened into something almost approving. "This feels good, right? Better than your own hand?"

She kept the rhythm steady, but she always found a way of changing her technique, making the stimulus feel fresh.

Arthur couldn’t think about much at that moment, but if he needed to compare, he would say he fapped like a caveman simple and straight to the goal. While Vanessa was sophisticated and careful cher objective wasn’t just to make him cum, but to give him as much pleasure as possible.

"You are much better!"

"I’m better than your ex-girlfriend?" Vanessa asked, taking advantage of how horny Arthur was to bring up the delicate topic.

"Yes..." he stammered as pleasure took over him.

"Do you know why?" she asked, but didn’t give him a chance to answer. She leaned closer, making his hand press more firmly against her chest. "It’s because I care about how you’re feeling. I pay attention to your reactions, and I dedicate all my attention to one single purpose: making you feel good."

Her hand gained pace, bringing him to the verge of a climax, but once again, she didn’t let him cum. She slowed her pace and kissed him, helping him hold back once again.

She dragged out the pleasure longer and longer, in what was a blissful torture that Arthur’s mind had a hard time evaluating or understanding.

"But is this reward I’m giving you enough, or do you need something else? Maybe you would like me to go faster?" she asked, drawing him closer to a climax once again.

"Please, let me cum..." was all he managed to answer.

"No, don’t," she smiled. "You are usually a good boy, but if you want me to act like a naughty mommy, then you will need to be naughty too. You can be selfish, this is your reward, after all. Now tell me, what do you want?"

"Fuck," Arthur grunted and quickly got up from the bed. "Get on your knees, I want to be able to see your ass while you stroke me with both hands!" The horniness made him lose his restraint, his voice coming out rough.

Vanessa smiled and obeyed in a heartbeat. The first stage had been a complete success, and she practically came just from the demanding look Arthur gave her.

The woman sank to her knees on the floor between his spread thighs, the position giving Arthur a perfect view of the full, round curves of her ass.

"That’s it," she purred, voice low and filthy. "Look at me. Look at this body while I take care of your cock. You like seeing me on my knees for you, don’t you? Your naughty little mommy on the floor, both hands wrapped around this thick, hard shaft..."

Vanessa reached up with both hands and began to stroke, building into a steady rhythm that twisted gently on every upward pass.

"Fuck, you’re throbbing in my hands," she murmured, eyes locked on his. "So big and heavy... I can feel how close you are. You want to cum for me, don’t you? Want to paint my hands, my tits, don’t you?"

"I... I want to cum," Arthur managed, voice strained.

"Louder. Tell your mommy exactly what you need."

"I want to cum all over your hands..."

"That’s it. Don’t hold back now. You’ve been so patient... Now give it to me. Empty those balls."

Her dirty talk, the sight of her kneeling between his thighs, the constant pressure of her skilled hands, it all crashed together.

Arthur’s hips jerked. A raw groan tore out of him as the orgasm hit like a wave. Thick ropes of cum pulsed from his cock, coating Vanessa’s fingers, her wrists, even spattering across her face and tits.

The intensity left Arthur’s vision tunneling, the edges of the room going soft and dark. His body went limp and he fell backward onto the mattress, chest heaving, the last aftershocks still flickering through him.