Big Men of the House(70)

“Congratulations,” I said, hugging my mom.



I shook Lincoln's hand again and he winked at me. A shock of electricity shot through me as we touched. Something was very different about him.



I realized something. I had never been attracted to any of my mom's boyfriends. It's not that they weren't handsome, it was more like I wasn't interested. I was more intrigued by high school boys than older men. Now that I was in college, an older man seemed adventurous.



A real man.



My mom kissed my cheek. “You're the best daughter in the world. Lincoln and I were going to go celebrate. Wanna join?”



The last thing I wanted was to hear another story about how they first met. They were all the same with my mom. She met a guy at a bar and he swept her off her feet. It was strange to have a mom who went to clubs more than I did.



“Sorry, but I have to write a paper that's due tomorrow. Maybe we can celebrate another time?”



“Of course, baby,” she replied.



“It was nice meeting you,” Lincoln said. “I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other.” My mom grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.



“Nice meeting you too,” I said before the front door what shut and they were gone.



I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. My mom could have done a lot worse. I went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I actually didn't have any homework so my night was free to do whatever I wanted.



I checked my phone for any text messages but found none. Most of my friends were busy with work or boyfriends. They didn't have much time for a single girl anymore.



An image of Lincoln shirtless entered my head. I tried to shake it out but it was set firmly in place. I shut my eyes and tried to think of something else but nothing would come. A warmness grew between my thighs.



I imagined Lincoln taking me in his arms. His rough hands touching every inch of my body. His firm lips pressed against mine.



I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down enough to reveal my red panties. I stuck my hand under and crawled my way to my womanhood. My underwear was completely soaked. I felt my clit and a rush of pleasure ran through me.



Lincoln kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears. His hands found my bare breasts and fondled them. I moaned as he chewed on my nipples. Lincoln picked me up effortlessly and laid me down on the bed gently. He bent over and spread my legs slowly.



He kissed my inner thighs, sending chills up my spine. He worked his way upwards, closer and closer to my wetness. His lips grazed my pubic mound and he placed his tongue right on my clit. I held his head against me as he swirled my womanhood around. My fingers ran through his dark hair as licked me up and down.



His tongue was dangerously close to my opening and then he stuck it all the way. His tongue searched around inside me, eating me out. I held the sides of his head as I rubbed my wet pussy all over his face.



The ecstasy was getting more intense. My body spasmed up and down with every flick of his tongue. I'd never felt that good before in my life.



“I'm going to come,” I quietly whispered. I pushed on my clit hard, vibrating it fast. “Oh oh oh fuck!” I clenched my jaw and squished my eyes. My orgasm exploded and sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. I shook the bed as my muscles seized



I slowly stopped touching myself as the pleasure subsided. The temptation for another orgasm was there but I didn't want to think of Lincoln anymore. I quickly pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them.



My chest heaved up and down as I went over what just occurred. I'd never felt that way while masturbating. It was like Lincoln was really there going down on me. I sat up and checked myself in the mirror. My face was flush and my hair was a disaster. I combed out the knots and went to my nightstand drawer.



“Damn,” I said out loud. I was out of chocolate again. It was my favorite thing to eat after touching myself.



I went downstairs into the kitchen and found a bar of chocolate hidden in the back of the cupboard. My mom had told me long ago to hide any candy I bring home. She couldn't handle herself around that stuff and would just eat and eat.



I pulled the foil wrapper away and took a bite. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned. The taste of the chocolate triggered the memory of my orgasm. I fumbled my way back to my room, thinking about Lincoln going down on me again. The weeks leading up the wedding were rough. I had touched myself every night to the fantasy of Lincoln. He hadn't even moved in yet and I couldn't bare to go one night without thinking about him.











After my mom and Lincoln came back from the honeymoon, Lincoln moved in with us. The temptation was too close now. It didn't help that Lincoln didn't wear a shirt most of the time.