Gigolo Ben

She knows she can't go left here and yet she does it every time. It's only a matter of time before she gets a ticket. She also blocks halfway by stopping here. But yes, Laura, my adoptive mother is wayward. I like that about her too. I look at her handsome face and light eyes. At 43 years old, she looks really good. Completely in figure too. Her nonconformity is typical of her character. I love it. Don't go with the flow, but make your own path and get others to follow it. She is a strong woman who knows what she wants and can get almost anything done. She rarely shuns resources.

In the five years that I have lived with her now and that she has officially adopted me, we have grown from complete strangers to a mother-son symbiosis in which all facets of love are reviewed. I love her and she loves me. Fortunately, we often show that to each other. Not only in unconditionally being there for each other and supporting and improving each other, but also in word and physical deed. Physically we grow more and more towards each other where it is precisely with my adoptive father, Frank, that I have the feeling that we are physically separating a bit more. When I'm with Laura and we lie against each other, it's good, familiar. When she presses her mighty breasts against me while cuddling, I know she's doing it because I like it. She makes her breasts, the ultimate maternal attributes available to me. I can cuddle, hold, lie against, massage, caress, knead, lick and pamper them. When Laura and I make love, it's love. Sure, sometimes it's just lust, but the very fact that she does things to me that she doesn't do to anyone else makes it clear that she really loves me.

Things have changed with Frank lately. Where I experienced the same as with Laura in the first years, I notice that the physical aspect of our father-son relationship comes more from lust. At least with Frank. I still love Frank very much and try to please him in every way possible.

Laura sees me staring at her and gives me a wink. She drives on quietly and shifts with her beautiful hand. She has well cared for hands, always had. Elegant fingers and beautiful nails. Nails I like to feel over my back when we make love. It is a small caress, but one that is more than welcome. She puts her hand on my thigh. So simple and yet so satisfying. Her touch has an immediate effect on my body. I'm ready for an ejaculation. I haven't come in days and as a 17-year-old teenager that is unsustainable. Despite the fact that I have a lot of sex, the hormones are raging through my body and I have to come regularly.

"What time do I have to be there?" I ask Laura.

"9 o'clock," she says. "Is it still far then? It's just half past eight", I respond.

"No, isn't it already almost 9 o'clock?" she says. "No, just look," I answer, showing my watch. "Oh shit," she says. "Then we are much too early, because we are almost there."

I look at her with some surprise. We still drive through our own neighborhood, on the outskirts, but I don't normally have customers that close. I already knew it was a new lady. I was told not to ejaculate on Tuesday. I had to save for Saturday because Saturday was going to be a special day for a special new client. With great effort I saved. I did not have sex with Laura and Frank and avoided physical contact as much as possible. Nor did I jerk off. With one of the hugs of the week, I immediately got a boner. When Laura kissed me full on the mouth and ran her tongue over my lips, I almost came in my pants.

We drive down a street I don't know. It is in the more luxurious part of the district. Here are the large, detached houses with large gardens. Laura drives down the street and reverses into somewhere under the trees. I look at her and ask if we're there. "Yes, I drove a bit. You should be at number 76 on that street," she says, pointing to the street we just drove through. "We can wait here for a while, can't we?" she asks with curious eyes. I nod. "Sure," I say affirmatively.

Laura and I look at each other. She has a smile. Her beautiful light eyes go great with her dark blond hair. I smile back and take her hand. We say nothing to each other, but look at each other almost in love. That's how I feel with her: in love. Also loved. And familiar. I love her and do everything for her. That's how I ended up in this role. A role in which I enjoy Laura and Frank's acquaintances by having sex with them and in which I have managed to develop myself in the field of sex. I lean towards her a little and pull her hand towards me. She knows what will happen and now leans towards me too. When our mouths touch and I feel her luscious full lips against mine, my heart races. I love this woman and a kiss like that I missed this week is driving me crazy. Her tongue touches my lips and I gently push my tongue against hers. We kiss each other and of course I'm immediately with a stiff cock in my pants. We kiss briefly. A minute or so until she breaks my kiss. She looks at me endearingly.

"I'd like to continue kissing you, honey, but you have to keep your energy," she says softly.

I nod. It's rare that they ask if I don't want to cum for a few days for a job. It's happened more than once. The first time a little over a year ago. I had been pleasing Laura's girlfriends for money for about four months at the time, as a 16-year-old. I also made love almost daily with Laura and Frank. I was surprised when, just like this week, they asked if I didn't want to come for a few days. I didn't know why yet.

I was then dropped off by Frank. Along the way we mainly talked about his work and what he had done that week. I think it was a Friday. After dinner I showered and shaved. I had to put on my good clothes, get some fresh air, style my hair neatly and I went out with Frank. It was an hour's drive to a town near Utrecht. A "girlfriend" of Laura had just divorced and asked if I would come and stay with her for a weekend. By now I had already realized that staying over meant that I had to spoil her that weekend. Frank was supposed to pick me up again on Sunday evening. Laura had packed a small suitcase and filled it with clothes and shower accessories. Without further instructions they had sent me on my way. Without instructions it would just be sex. Or the lady in question would clearly let me know what she wanted from me. I knew it was just a lady.

Back then I was still nervous when I rang the doorbell at an unknown house, not knowing who would open the door, what was expected of me. Fortunately I don't have that anymore, but more than a year ago I certainly did. I was pleasantly surprised when a pretty, tanned young woman opened the door and let me in. She introduced herself as Valerie. We sat down on the couch in the house. I got a beer from her. And we got talking. Valerie had medium length dark brown straight hair, dark brown eyes and a slightly curvy figure with full hips, matching thighs and full breasts. Halfway through the evening I was given a tour of the house, after which we sat back on the couch. She asked a lot of questions I remember, about what I liked, what sports I did, how things went at school, if I had many friends and I don't know what all. She also told a lot about herself. I didn't realize until later that she was even more nervous than I was. I didn't notice it until she first put her hand on my leg. I hadn't made much effort to make physical contact yet, even though I found her very attractive. She was exactly twice my age, but at 32 still a lot younger than the women I normally had to show my skills to until then.

I felt her tremble after Valerie put her hand on my leg.

"Are you nervous too?" I ask Valerie. I look at her hand and see slender brown fingers, with several gold rings. No flashy rings, but distinguished rings. Her bright pink, long nails are a nice contrast to her brown skin. When I look up at her face I see for the first time that she has beautiful brown eyes that match her hair color and tanned skin perfectly. "Yes, of course I'm nervous," she says with a small smile. "You too?" she asks. I nod and take a slower breath.

"This isn't something I do often, Ben. In fact, this is the first time I've done something like this," she says, looking down.

I put my hand on top of hers and rub it gently. When she looks into my eyes again I say, "It's going to be okay. I'm going to do my best for you."

That's what Frank and Laura want from me too. That I do my best when I am with their friends and girlfriends. As I please Frank and Laura, so must I please their friends. I move a bit on the couch so that I can easily lean over to Valerie then. I let go of her hand and bring my other hand to her cheek. At the same time I lean towards her and the moment our lips touch, I just catch her closing her eyes. I do the same and let our lips meet. She has thin but nicely made up lips that I feel with mine. I give a sucking kiss on her upper lip after which I feel her pointy tongue. I do the same with that before I involve my tongue in the kissing game. So we kiss on the couch. Loving, tender and with a lot of feeling. My 16 year old cock is stirring in my pants.

We only interrupt our delicious, exploratory first kiss when I take my hand off her cheek and run my index finger over her shirt, along the base of her full breast. Without really touching her chest, I make contact with her sweater with my index finger. She's not wearing a bra. Only when I get to her nipple do I touch it with my finger. I feel her nipple is rock hard and for a split second my finger stays there and then continues its way over her sweater, to her hip. There I put my hand flat and look into Valerie's eyes. She looks at me with a longing. She inhales and exhales noticeably deeply. When she runs her hand over my arm, I get goosebumps. And not only goosebumps, but also immediately two small stiff nipples. She sees it and smiles at me. "Nice, if I tickle you like that?" she asks. With a big smile and twinkling eyes I nod clearly. She traces her fingers back over my skin and moves back until she reaches my biceps. I am not muscular, thin even for my height and age. Still, she stops and wraps her hand around my upper arm.

I move my hand from her hip up along her body until I'm under her arm. Then, looking into her eyes, I bend over and kiss her on the mouth again. Our mouths play an exciting game with each other again. I taste her saliva and feel and feel her lips and tongue. After a few minutes I take a chance and bring my hand to her chest. Immediately I feel a big chest, which I hadn't really noticed in her loose sweater. Valerie lets out a moan in my mouth and I feel her exhale go through my mouth. It was a deep groan from a woman who has been single for several years, has no children and is ready for love. Of physical love, temptation and passion. I feel her breast and massage the soft flesh. For a moment I have to think about Laura's nice breasts. These are at least as nice and soft and perhaps larger. I do feel that there is a large nipple on it that is very hard.

Valerie moves her hand from my upper arm to my cheek and we continue kissing. The kiss and the massage of her full breast last a long time. It is also nice and necessary to arouse the voluptuousness of this inexperienced woman. Inexperienced with at least paid love and perhaps also with a very young lover. The latter is an assumption.

Again it is Valerie who breaks our passionate kiss, now breathing a lot heavier and looking at me with a horny look. I still hold her breast in my hand.

"Come on," she says and stands up. She deftly grabbed my hand. Without her having to insist, I get up too. On the table I see that the bottle of wine she had opened earlier is almost empty. There are also four bottles of beer and I immediately notice that when I get up. I rarely drink, at most when I'm visiting a client for a job and certainly not four beers. I have to keep my attention, but I don't get a chance. Valerie pulls me out of the room. With long strides this beauty walks in front of me. I look at her large buttocks, wrapped in a black, kind of trousers that are a lot wider on her legs than a pair of trousers. She looks elegant.

Once arrived in the bedroom, she makes a turn with a wave and now looks at me downright horny. She takes my hand and pulls me towards her. I press my mouth against hers again and kiss her again. The kissing is wilder than before. Our tongues don't play, but rather struggle. I bring my hand to her buttock and squeeze it well with a full hand. I feel her firm ass meat in my hand and realize she has no underwear on. Or maybe a lace thong. My other hand rests on her back and sometimes I apply some pressure so that I can feel her breasts against my chest even better. We kiss smack and our tongues slide over each other.

I push her away from me with both hands. I try to look at her as horny as possible and notice that the kissing makes me, like Valerie, breathe heavily. I pull my shirt off over my head without undoing the buttons. With my upper body bare I now stand in front of the beautiful, dark Valerie. She looks at me and I see her gaze go down my body. Slightly clumsily I push one shoe out of the other and with my bare foot the remaining shoe. I unbuckle my belt and loosen my gray slacks. It falls down by itself. I am now standing in the room in only my boxers and waiting for a response from Valerie. She stands a few feet from me and watches my body. It is obvious that something is tense in my boxers. However, nothing happens, so I decide to take matters into my own hands and approach her. I press her body against my almost naked and push my now hard cock in my boxers against her pubic area. I kiss her again and feel her push against my body.

I can't take it anymore and grab her sweater. In between kisses I pull the sweater over her head and press her body against me again. I can now feel her wonderful, large, soft breasts against the skin of my upper body. An electric shock goes through my body and I kiss her on the neck. Holding my hand on her back to make as much skin contact as possible. After a few big kisses on her neck I push her away from me and enclose both of her large breasts with my hands. When kneading her breasts I see that she has large dark areolas that neatly accompany her large hard nipples. I take her two nipples between my thumb and forefingers and very gently squeeze them. For a moment I see a grimace of pain on her face, but it is dwarfed by her horny look and light panting. I stand like that for a little less than a minute with her nipples between my fingers and our eyes meeting as I let go of her and take her to the big bed where I push her back.

I quickly get on my knees in front of her and put my hands on her thighs. I feel the soft fabric of her pants, the firm flesh of her thigh underneath. My hands go up to her button and zipper. Along the way, I pressed both thumbs along her pubic area, knowing for sure that I was pressing right next to her labia. I loosen her pants and pull them over her hips where she puts her legs together and I can take the pants off in one go. She is indeed not wearing any underwear, and the moment she spreads her legs for me, I look at her beautiful, bald pussy. I can see her dark purple labia gleaming with moisture. She's horny.

Without further ado, I spread her thighs even further and put my mouth on her delicious vulva. My tongue touches her pussy lips and with the first stroke of my tongue I taste her horny moisture. It tastes delicious and makes me want to eat her deliciously. I lick her pussy, her vulva, her lips, clit and cave. I kiss her groin and the soft flesh around her pussy lips. I put my mouth over her tiny clitoris and suck on it. In the meantime I try to discover what she likes and what her body reacts to. I continue to indulge her pussy with my tongue and involve my finger to make her enjoy it even more. When gently inserting my middle finger, I feel that Valerie is very tight. My finger is encircled by the ribbed interior of Valerie's pussy. I push my finger until it can go no further and hear Valerie moan loudly as I penetrate.