Mommy knows best

Chapter 17

"You've been a very bad girl Angela," Gordon said with a devilish grin as Angela opened the door.

"But, why?" was all the response she could muster. She could not even believe that the man who had been blackmailing her about her and Jack was no one else than Alex’s another friend.

"Why not?" he callously replied. "Just taking advantage of a situation that fell into my lap. Who knew I'd find you f*****g some guy in the gym parking lot? Good thing I'm smart enough to recognize a golden opportunity when I see one."

The shock of the revelation of her tormentor's identity was still rendering Angela dumbfounded. "What do you want?" she meekly asked, knowing full well what the answer was likely to be.

"We both know what I want Angela. The same thing that guy in the picture wanted and the same thing I've wanted from you since I was old enough to know what f*****g was." He reached out and stroked her face, brushing her hair out of her tear-filled eyes. She quickly turned away from him, dropping the horrific photos as she did. She could not think straight. Everything was happening so fast.

Almost immediately Gordon was right behind her, his body tight against hers. Angela could feel him gyrate his hips, forcing his pelvis into her ass, and she could feel his hot breath through her hair. He pressed his nose into the bed of curls at the base of her neck and moaned softly, "Mmm, I love your curls Angela. Did you do these up just for me?" Before she could even bring herself to respond, his lips had found her neck and began gingerly kissing her flesh. At the same time, his hands had travelled to her front and were busy exploring her chest.

"Gordon, please,' Angela finally mustered. But it was in vain. Gordon continued to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her hair, while at the same time his quick hands had moved down her shirt and onto her breasts. All the while his gyrating hips continued to press his pelvis into her, forcing her to reciprocate his movements with her own ass.

"You know you want this as much as I do." he whispered in her ear between kisses. Angela was beginning to wonder if maybe she did want it. Gordon was definitely no little boy anymore, he was quite the handsome young man, and he was clearly quite adept at heating things up with a woman.

Suddenly, Angela felt the sharp, painful sensation of Gordon pinching her n*****s extremely hard. Shocked to her senses, she pulled herself out of his grasp and turned to face him. "Gordon,' she stammered, "I can't, I won't."

"Oh Angela," he said, the devilish grin reappearing, "you can, and you will." With that he once again moved in close to her and reached for her face, this time wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into his lips.

He kissed her with intense force, pushing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her towards him at the same time. Angela could not resist the temptation of the passionate kiss, and willingly gave her tongue to him in return. Again, the realization of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks, and she tried to push away from him., but he held firm. After a few more seconds of their lustful lip-lock, he relented, letting his grip on her neck subside enough for her to back her head away. Staring her in the eyes, Gordon smiled again, "Now get on your knees and pleasure me."

In an almost trance-like state, Angela did little to resist being forced onto her knees. Gordon had both hands on her shoulders and guided her down in front of him. Once she was kneeling before him, her face was directly in front of his crotch. He quickly undid his belt and pulled his zipper down, leaving her staring at his jean covert pelvis, knowing what was to come next. "Pull it out." he ordered. Meekly, she glanced up at him, a look of pleading in her eyes. "Now." he commanded. Defeated, she reached into his pants and wrapped her hands around his waiting manhood. Slowly she removed his p***s from his jeans, watching it spring out semi-hard by now, and ready to be serviced.

Angela took her time, preparing herself for what was about to happen, the sin she was about to commit - again. Impatient, Gordon felt the need to hurry her along. Grabbing a handful of her blonde curls, he pulled her head towards his groin, while at the same time thrusting his hips forward. His member slammed into her face, forcing her to open her mouth, if only to give his stiffening c**k somewhere to go. "That's a good girl." he complimented, as he began to rhythmically pump his hips back and forth, gliding his p***s between her lips. Fighting the urge to gag, Angela quickly realized that she'd better at least do her part, lest she choke to death being force fed his ever hardening c**k. Plus, she hoped that if she were able to get him off with her mouth, perhaps she would be spared any further humiliation and degradation.

Gordon smiled to himself as Angela began bobbing her head back and forth in front of him, his now rock hard p***s sliding in and out of her willing mouth. She was now eagerly sucking him and pumping her hand over his c**k as she moved her lips up and down over his shaft. "Oh, Angela," he moaned, "I always knew you'd be a fantastic c**k-sucker." The compliment actually rang true for Angela, who did consider herself pretty adept at the task at hand, not that she had given her husband a blow-job in recent memory. Still, she knew she was skilled at pleasuring a man with her mouth, and hoped her talents would make for a quick ending to this unfortunate situation.

"Rub your p***y while you suck me off." he commanded. Angela did have to admit that the whole situation did cause a bit of a tingle between her legs, and some relief might actually be welcomed. Dutifully obeying Gordon's order, she slid her free hand under her skirt and began slowly stroking her p***y. She was more than a little surprised to find it was already getting moist. Deciding to turn it up a notch, she pulled his unit out of her mouth and moved her lips down to his swollen testicles. Still jerking up and down on his d**k, she alternately sucked each of his balls, knowing he would not be able to last long with this new assault manhood.

"Holy s**t!" Gordon exclaimed, as he once grabbed a handful of her golden locks, this time however, pulling her away from his throbbing meat. "That's enough of that." he pronounced, much to Angela's disappointment. She figured he could have only lasted another minute or so with her skills. Suddenly, she felt a searing pain in the back of her head as he forcefully pulled her up by her hair and onto her feet. Wincing in pain, he dragged her towards the nearby couch in the front room and thrust her over the side of it. Forcing her head down, he bent her over the high armrest and positioned himself behind her. His hand promptly moved to her skirt, forcing it up over her hips, exposing her lace panties. In one swift movement, Gordon grabbed her underwear and ripped it off of her, exposing her glistening p***y. "Mmmm," he commented, as he slipped a couple fingers between her cunt lips. "Wet already? That didn't take long." Unable to find the words to protest, Angela squeezed her eyes shut and waited for what she knew was coming next. "I've wanted this for so long baby." Gordon announced as, in one forceful motion he rammed his fully erect c**k deep into her p***y.

"Ugh!" Angela cried out as his rock hard p***s drove into her. Gordon immediately started a vicious pace, pounding into her with incredible force, his nuts smacking into her engorged p***y lips, and the couch inching sideways with each powerful stroke of his c**k into her cunt. He reached his hand underneath her chest and groped for her breasts, grabbing hold of her blouse and tearing the fabric away from her heaving bosom. She was breathing heavily now, and she couldn't help but let a low moan out as he found her n****e and began to squeeze and pinch it between his fingertips. She felt guilty to admit it, but Gordon's d**k felt amazing in her hungry p***y, and in some other time or place, Angela could see herself quite enjoying this young stud's relentless assault.

"Oh, Angela." Gordon moaned as his he slowed his pace a bit. "Your p***y feel so good wrapped around my cock." Again, she had to admit that the pleasure was mutual. As much as the situation disgusted her, there was no denying that the s*x itself was pretty amazing for Angela as well. Almost as if her could read her thoughts, Gordon called her on it. "You f*****g love this don't you Angela? You love me f*****g you, don't you?"

Mentally and physically exhausted, she could not resist any longer. "Yes!" she cried out. "f**k me! Harder! Faster! Yes!" Angela surprise even herself with her response. What was she doing? What had she become? She now found herself matching Gordon's rhythm, bucking her hips back into him to match his strokes. Her reply seemingly increased his intensity as well, as he pulled his hand away from her t**s and once again grabbed a mitt-full of her blonde curls and began to time the thrusts of his hips with the tugging of her hair. Never in her life had she been f****d like this. So roughly, so forcefully. And she knew she was starting to love it. Then suddenly, Angela's response made a complete turnaround. "Stop! Oh God, please stop! Stop!"

Showing that he was not completely heartless, Gordon immediately stopped driving into her. His intention was to have his way with this woman, but not necessarily hurt her physically. "What? What is it?" he asked, almost hinting at real concern as he withdrew from her.

Angela turned to face her attacker/lover and as just as fast as she had changed gears seconds ago, she switched back. Bringing her lips to his she passionately kissed him, this time forcing her tongue into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into her. Pulling away, the devilish smile was now on her face. "If we're going to f**k, let's do it right." she said as she took his hand and began leading up the stairs to her waiting bedroom.

The two lovers were in Angela's bedroom mere seconds and they had already managed to rid themselves of almost all remnants of clothing that remained on their bodies. Gordon insisted she keep the stockings, garters and high heels on, of course. They were on the bed now, Angela's head positioned dutifully between her young stud's legs as he lay on his back directing his now willing partner. Once more she had his erect manhood sliding in and out between her lips, sucking and stroking in sync with his upward thrusts into her mouth. Again, his fingers were intertwined in the mess of curls at the back of her head, as he controlled the speed of her motion, tugging and pulling her hair as it suited him. "I knew you f*****g wanted it Angela." he told her. "I always knew there was a slut in there waiting to come out." She thought about that statement and quickly realized that deep down it was true. What else did her own actions tonight demonstrate? She let out a low moan of agreement. Sensing an opening to take their experience to another level, Gordon pulled up on her hair, forcing her off his c**k. "You are a slut, aren't you Angela?"

Humiliated, but at the same time as aroused as she had ever been in her whole life, Angela looked him right in the eyes. "Yes." she answered.

And she knew that Alex had been right all along. She loved being with younger men and she wanted that desperately.